[ The closeness is a double-edged sword. On one hand it settles her concern because she knows with certainty no one else can lay their hands on him. Also, by removing him from holding she's removing a very dangerous problem.
But on the other hand it ramps up everything else. He's close but not close enough, not close in the way that she wants. Her hands want to roam and explore and grab and hold. All she can do at the moment is the latter. A task made more difficult by the way he seems unable to hold still. She should have anticipated it but it wasn't as if she'd had a whole lot of options. Also making it difficult is the fact that not all of her minds his efforts to clutch at and press against her. It's arousing in and of itself, the way he so blatantly needs her. ]
Settle down. [ Kylo finally hisses at him, her hands tightening their grip on him. It's a strange feeling, to not really want to scold him but knowing she has to. He's eating away at her control with every breath. His unique scent is all she can smell, all she wants to smell, and even as she walks she keeps thinking about how badly she wants to nuzzle against his skin the way she can feel him pressing his face against her.
Honestly, she's barely aware of the assorted staff they pass. They don't matter. The only person that matters is Poe. The only thing that matters is claiming him, making him hers, satisfying his need that's calling out to the deepest part of her. Kylo can hear her pulse pounding in her ears and her breathing is heavy in a way that has nothing to do with exertion. She feels warm, doubly so where his body is against hers, her clothing uncomfortable and burdensome. Why was it necessary? Why can't she just stop and shove him against the nearest wall and take what's hers? If she did that then everyone would know that he was spoken for. Everyone would hear how well she was capable of satisfying her omega and no one else could possibly compare.
Focus. It becomes a mantra in her head. Over and over until at last they reach her private chambers. When she was back fully in her right mind she would have to give thanks for all the meditation training her uncle had insisted upon when she was younger.
The door barely shuts behind them before Kylo falls to her knees, not from the weight but from how much effort it had taken to get them there. What little control remains is slipping fast through her fingers. There's at least enough of her logical mind left to unhook her saber from her belt and use the Force to put it safely on the other side of the room, far from physical reach. She'd never hurt her omega but why chance an accident happening if it could be avoided entirely.
And despite the need quickly taking over her senses Kylo is careful as she moves him from her shoulders. Well. Careful for however long it takes to do that as almost immediately she's trying to climb on top of him and press her body against his. Clothes are still in the way, she can't get at skin, but she needs to be close to him. Needs it like she needs to breathe. ]
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But on the other hand it ramps up everything else. He's close but not close enough, not close in the way that she wants. Her hands want to roam and explore and grab and hold. All she can do at the moment is the latter. A task made more difficult by the way he seems unable to hold still. She should have anticipated it but it wasn't as if she'd had a whole lot of options. Also making it difficult is the fact that not all of her minds his efforts to clutch at and press against her. It's arousing in and of itself, the way he so blatantly needs her. ]
Settle down. [ Kylo finally hisses at him, her hands tightening their grip on him. It's a strange feeling, to not really want to scold him but knowing she has to. He's eating away at her control with every breath. His unique scent is all she can smell, all she wants to smell, and even as she walks she keeps thinking about how badly she wants to nuzzle against his skin the way she can feel him pressing his face against her.
Honestly, she's barely aware of the assorted staff they pass. They don't matter. The only person that matters is Poe. The only thing that matters is claiming him, making him hers, satisfying his need that's calling out to the deepest part of her. Kylo can hear her pulse pounding in her ears and her breathing is heavy in a way that has nothing to do with exertion. She feels warm, doubly so where his body is against hers, her clothing uncomfortable and burdensome. Why was it necessary? Why can't she just stop and shove him against the nearest wall and take what's hers? If she did that then everyone would know that he was spoken for. Everyone would hear how well she was capable of satisfying her omega and no one else could possibly compare.
Focus. It becomes a mantra in her head. Over and over until at last they reach her private chambers. When she was back fully in her right mind she would have to give thanks for all the meditation training her uncle had insisted upon when she was younger.
The door barely shuts behind them before Kylo falls to her knees, not from the weight but from how much effort it had taken to get them there. What little control remains is slipping fast through her fingers. There's at least enough of her logical mind left to unhook her saber from her belt and use the Force to put it safely on the other side of the room, far from physical reach. She'd never hurt her omega but why chance an accident happening if it could be avoided entirely.
And despite the need quickly taking over her senses Kylo is careful as she moves him from her shoulders. Well. Careful for however long it takes to do that as almost immediately she's trying to climb on top of him and press her body against his. Clothes are still in the way, she can't get at skin, but she needs to be close to him. Needs it like she needs to breathe. ]