[ Now that they're finally somewhere safe, somewhere private, she stops fighting against biology. Her control is in shreds as it is, she couldn't have held out much longer if she wanted to. Later, much later, she would hate herself a little for allowing another person to have such an effect on her. It didn't matter that it was natural, that this was how she was meant to react. Under any other circumstances it wouldn't be acceptable.
But right now instinct is in control and as far as she's concerned, the world doesn't exist outside of the two of them. Her hands clutch at him, wanting to get rid of his clothing but simply wanting to grab onto him more. She needs to touch him, to have him. To make him hers in the most primal way. Her hips grind against his despite the damnedable fabric in their way, the friction only intensifying the ache of desire that throbs between her legs.
The feel of his face against her neck makes her shiver and go still for a moment. He needs her. She can sense it though there's no conscious use of her power, more an innate awareness than anything else, although arguably enhanced by her connection to the Force. His current need for comfort cuts through her own desires, tugging on instincts she forgot she even had. One hand cups the back of his head, fingers threading in his hair, and she turns her head to rub her cheek against his hair, nuzzling. ]
It's alright, I'll make everything better. I'll take care of what you need and make you mine. [ She's too amped up for her voice to not sound breathy but she means it, every word. Right then there's nothing she wants more than to claim him and keep him all to herself. The want is so intense she wouldn't hesitate to strike down any other alpha who even thought to try and take him from her. ]
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But right now instinct is in control and as far as she's concerned, the world doesn't exist outside of the two of them. Her hands clutch at him, wanting to get rid of his clothing but simply wanting to grab onto him more. She needs to touch him, to have him. To make him hers in the most primal way. Her hips grind against his despite the damnedable fabric in their way, the friction only intensifying the ache of desire that throbs between her legs.
The feel of his face against her neck makes her shiver and go still for a moment. He needs her. She can sense it though there's no conscious use of her power, more an innate awareness than anything else, although arguably enhanced by her connection to the Force. His current need for comfort cuts through her own desires, tugging on instincts she forgot she even had. One hand cups the back of his head, fingers threading in his hair, and she turns her head to rub her cheek against his hair, nuzzling. ]
It's alright, I'll make everything better. I'll take care of what you need and make you mine. [ She's too amped up for her voice to not sound breathy but she means it, every word. Right then there's nothing she wants more than to claim him and keep him all to herself. The want is so intense she wouldn't hesitate to strike down any other alpha who even thought to try and take him from her. ]