[ There's a sly tease in the curve of his lips, something deeply satisfied that he tucks against the side of her neck, chasing that scent and letting his goatee scrape over warm, damp skin. The taste of her, the scent of her... the feel of her.
And if perhaps there's part of him barely able to conceal the pleased surprise, like it never occured to him that maybe she wanted him for longer than this, too, that maybe he'd been an option considered before he'd become a necessity accepted...
Sam wraps his arms around her, too, like he can't quite be close enough now, like he wants nothing but to fold himself into his alpha and let her handle the confusing mess of heat fuelled emotions and needs for him.
Instead... ]
I think I'm ready for a nest, now.
[ For someplace comfortable where he can exist without a thought in his mind except for how to keep his alpha locked inside of him. A place where he can be safe to let his base instincts ride him, and know he'll be taken care of.
A place that she can push him into and spread him out on. ]
[ She smiles when he tucks his face in against the side of her throat, hand sliding up to scrape her nails lightly against his scalp and down the back of his neck, holding him closer to her and turning her head so she can inhale his own scent in turn. The sharp, sour scents that had clung to him earlier have mostly faded and she can catch more of his own innate scent now and it's that she wants to get more of.
She presses a chaste kiss to still-damp skin and tugs him back out towards the waiting bed. It's already covered with multiple pillows and thick comforters, sheets as soft as she'd been able to find. While she hadn't been planning to prepare for a heat upon arrival, she had suspected their omegas were going to be deeply in need of comfort after their stint on the raft. She'd slept in that bed the night before and knew it would still hold some of her scent for him - she had to hope that would be comforting rather than invasive. ]
Come on, let's get you comfortable, then. Hopefully there's enough here for you to work with.
[ Sam feels more like himself now - some of his initial need sated, most of that invasive scent of strangers gone from his skin. Replaced for the most part with Natasha's scent, and that... sits much too right with Sam, truth be told. He wants her to drown him in it.
For now something soft and sweet rolls off him once he sees the bed, prepared for omega comfort. They love beds you can disappear in. Piles of pillows and blankets to wall off the outside world. Omegas have a thing for their spots, for where they rest, for homes. ]
Plenty. [ He moves towards the bed. Plays with the edge of a comforter, lips softening to fondness. ] You prepared this for us. [ Meaning any omega in the group thad would make it off the raft and over here. Sam glances over his shoulder. ] For me.
[ Because he's included in that group she prepared for. Even before he became a necessity to handle. He lets her watch, then, as he crawls onto the bed, smooth dark skin a rich contrast to the crisp white sheets. Lets her watch as he sinks down into the nest she'd prepared, rearranging only a few pillows before simply stretching further, making sure his scent can sink into the bed. He's more relaxed by the time he turns onto his back, shamelessly opens his legs for her, slick still glistening on his thighs, cock half hard against his stomach. He's clenching around nothing, but not desperately so - Sam's relaxed and comfortable right now, showing off in the instinctual way to let his alpha know he's happy with the nest provided - and to let the alpha see what they can claim, now. ]
[ She lets him climb into the bed and inspect it, arrange the blankets and pillows however he likes to be comfortable in it. Taking advantage of the moment, she braids her damp hair back off her face to keep it out of her way, smiling as she watches him.
And then he puts himself on display and her eyes darken with hunger, her scent sharpening and filling the room. An Alpha’s satisfaction and want As her gaze rakes over his body with open admiration and lust. ]
Fuck, you look gorgeous like this, Sam. [ She presses a single knee to the mattress between his legs, even as she runs her hands up over his shins, his thighs, feeling the muscles relaxed under her touch. She can see from here how wet he is, how muscles clench around nothing and she smooths her fingers against his skin soothingly, knowing that ache is only made worse by his heat - likely only temporarily sated from his orgasms. Enough to give them a moment to ease into this now.
…If she can keep his scent from shredding the rest of her control and tempting her into just fucking him until he screams her name.
No. Not that they probably won’t have that sort of fun as the heat drags them both deeper, but to start off, she still wants to be careful and aware enough of any triggers or bad memories from the raft she could accidentally trip over. ]
Your scent is going to drive me mad. I swear I could just spend hours between your legs tasting every drop.
[ And after catching his scent now that the suppressants are no longer keeping it hidden… she’s not sure she’s going to want to give this up ever again. ]
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[ There's a sly tease in the curve of his lips, something deeply satisfied that he tucks against the side of her neck, chasing that scent and letting his goatee scrape over warm, damp skin. The taste of her, the scent of her... the feel of her.
And if perhaps there's part of him barely able to conceal the pleased surprise, like it never occured to him that maybe she wanted him for longer than this, too, that maybe he'd been an option considered before he'd become a necessity accepted...
Sam wraps his arms around her, too, like he can't quite be close enough now, like he wants nothing but to fold himself into his alpha and let her handle the confusing mess of heat fuelled emotions and needs for him.
Instead... ]
I think I'm ready for a nest, now.
[ For someplace comfortable where he can exist without a thought in his mind except for how to keep his alpha locked inside of him. A place where he can be safe to let his base instincts ride him, and know he'll be taken care of.
A place that she can push him into and spread him out on. ]
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She presses a chaste kiss to still-damp skin and tugs him back out towards the waiting bed. It's already covered with multiple pillows and thick comforters, sheets as soft as she'd been able to find. While she hadn't been planning to prepare for a heat upon arrival, she had suspected their omegas were going to be deeply in need of comfort after their stint on the raft. She'd slept in that bed the night before and knew it would still hold some of her scent for him - she had to hope that would be comforting rather than invasive. ]
Come on, let's get you comfortable, then. Hopefully there's enough here for you to work with.
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For now something soft and sweet rolls off him once he sees the bed, prepared for omega comfort. They love beds you can disappear in. Piles of pillows and blankets to wall off the outside world. Omegas have a thing for their spots, for where they rest, for homes. ]
Plenty. [ He moves towards the bed. Plays with the edge of a comforter, lips softening to fondness. ] You prepared this for us. [ Meaning any omega in the group thad would make it off the raft and over here. Sam glances over his shoulder. ] For me.
[ Because he's included in that group she prepared for. Even before he became a necessity to handle. He lets her watch, then, as he crawls onto the bed, smooth dark skin a rich contrast to the crisp white sheets. Lets her watch as he sinks down into the nest she'd prepared, rearranging only a few pillows before simply stretching further, making sure his scent can sink into the bed. He's more relaxed by the time he turns onto his back, shamelessly opens his legs for her, slick still glistening on his thighs, cock half hard against his stomach. He's clenching around nothing, but not desperately so - Sam's relaxed and comfortable right now, showing off in the instinctual way to let his alpha know he's happy with the nest provided - and to let the alpha see what they can claim, now. ]
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[ She lets him climb into the bed and inspect it, arrange the blankets and pillows however he likes to be comfortable in it. Taking advantage of the moment, she braids her damp hair back off her face to keep it out of her way, smiling as she watches him.
And then he puts himself on display and her eyes darken with hunger, her scent sharpening and filling the room. An Alpha’s satisfaction and want As her gaze rakes over his body with open admiration and lust. ]
Fuck, you look gorgeous like this, Sam. [ She presses a single knee to the mattress between his legs, even as she runs her hands up over his shins, his thighs, feeling the muscles relaxed under her touch. She can see from here how wet he is, how muscles clench around nothing and she smooths her fingers against his skin soothingly, knowing that ache is only made worse by his heat - likely only temporarily sated from his orgasms. Enough to give them a moment to ease into this now.
…If she can keep his scent from shredding the rest of her control and tempting her into just fucking him until he screams her name.
No. Not that they probably won’t have that sort of fun as the heat drags them both deeper, but to start off, she still wants to be careful and aware enough of any triggers or bad memories from the raft she could accidentally trip over. ]
Your scent is going to drive me mad. I swear I could just spend hours between your legs tasting every drop.
[ And after catching his scent now that the suppressants are no longer keeping it hidden… she’s not sure she’s going to want to give this up ever again. ]