Her touch is cool against his skin, enough of a balm to keep the flames from burning out of control. It's still impossible to move without her guidance, if he doesn't want to break apart into something savage and unstoppable... but she keeps him with her, in body and in mind. Her beckoning would have lifted his heart into the air just minutes ago. Now he can do little more than nod.
It's nearly impossible to take the first steps on his own. His own body wants to race in the opposite direction, toward something he can kill or rip apart. But then she kisses him, soft and sweet.
Some of the solid rage inside him begins to dissolve, like sand falling into the ocean.
Now, he can obey her, and bring her there under his protection. He's never a danger to her, ever, no matter how dark and hateful he is at his very worst, and now he knows better than to leave her side. All that anger will have to go somewhere. It's been a long time since he's had to fight it back, and even longer since it roiled so powerfully in his chest -- has it ever been this bad before? But he can wait for a better time. She's more important. Than anything. Always.
Omega rises from the bed, keeping both hands on her at all times, for his sake as well as hers. He guides her to the bathroom so that she doesn't have to lead him (for the hundredth or the thousandth time) and turns the water in the shower on. As it grows hot, he strips down from his clothes for the second time and then, with his whole attention nowhere else, helps Blue do the same.
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It's nearly impossible to take the first steps on his own. His own body wants to race in the opposite direction, toward something he can kill or rip apart. But then she kisses him, soft and sweet.
Some of the solid rage inside him begins to dissolve, like sand falling into the ocean.
Now, he can obey her, and bring her there under his protection. He's never a danger to her, ever, no matter how dark and hateful he is at his very worst, and now he knows better than to leave her side. All that anger will have to go somewhere. It's been a long time since he's had to fight it back, and even longer since it roiled so powerfully in his chest -- has it ever been this bad before? But he can wait for a better time. She's more important. Than anything. Always.
Omega rises from the bed, keeping both hands on her at all times, for his sake as well as hers. He guides her to the bathroom so that she doesn't have to lead him (for the hundredth or the thousandth time) and turns the water in the shower on. As it grows hot, he strips down from his clothes for the second time and then, with his whole attention nowhere else, helps Blue do the same.