[ A small spike in scent. That is an omega pleased, even as Sam ducks his head a little, expression going bashful. The need to show her his throat, to reward the admission with access, is so strong it nearly makes him buckle, and he has to steady himself against the car once they reach it. Swallows, hard. ]
Good. That... that's good.
[ Yeah... he's gonna be far gone, he can tell. Needing nothing more than for his alpha to take charge of him, to help him ride out the gnawing, insatiable need of the heat, and Sam can't think about why that ever would have seemed like a bad idea in the past.
He slides into the passenger seat. Thinks, immediately, that the car will smell like cloying sweetness for a good time to come. ]
You're possessive.
[ It's never been something he considered her to be, but perhaps it's just more quiet. All alphas are in some manner, and most express it in open territorial behavior, jealousy and the like. Perhaps Natasha considers something hers and doesn't feel the need to let the world know.
Perhaps Sam is pleased to know either way, that he has an effect on her. ]
[Natasha isn't usually one for big territorial displays. It's not her way. Not something she needs. She considers herself above them, usually, and makes that the truth.
Some part of her likes to believe that's something for male Alphas specifically. Those two factors interact in strange ways, and in the same way she finds sometimes male Omegas seem to get huffy about a female Alpha, she'd like to believe the ego is some kind of male affliction.
It doesn't actually work that way, though, anymore than being an Omega made someone a weak, wilting violet.
Now her nostrils flare and she doesn't actually argue it. Instead she gives Sam a moment to steady himself, catch his breath, then she puts her hand on the small of his back and urges him into the car with a wordless touch.]
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Good. That... that's good.
[ Yeah... he's gonna be far gone, he can tell. Needing nothing more than for his alpha to take charge of him, to help him ride out the gnawing, insatiable need of the heat, and Sam can't think about why that ever would have seemed like a bad idea in the past.
He slides into the passenger seat. Thinks, immediately, that the car will smell like cloying sweetness for a good time to come. ]
You're possessive.
[ It's never been something he considered her to be, but perhaps it's just more quiet. All alphas are in some manner, and most express it in open territorial behavior, jealousy and the like. Perhaps Natasha considers something hers and doesn't feel the need to let the world know.
Perhaps Sam is pleased to know either way, that he has an effect on her. ]
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Some part of her likes to believe that's something for male Alphas specifically. Those two factors interact in strange ways, and in the same way she finds sometimes male Omegas seem to get huffy about a female Alpha, she'd like to believe the ego is some kind of male affliction.
It doesn't actually work that way, though, anymore than being an Omega made someone a weak, wilting violet.
Now her nostrils flare and she doesn't actually argue it. Instead she gives Sam a moment to steady himself, catch his breath, then she puts her hand on the small of his back and urges him into the car with a wordless touch.]