He knows what she NEEDS. He can feel it. He may not be as prone to it as an Alpha but his body reacts just as much. Especially in THIS proximity. He hadn’t ( MEANT ) to catch her like this… she’d just fallen and he’d happened to be behind her. Now she as mumbling some nonsense and she was just SO CLOSE and he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be doing in response to it. Wasn’t Fox like taken. He honestly couldn’t remember. But he pushes her away from him slightly, holding her at arms length ( NOT ) that it helps very much in this situation. He can’t let go though. Which is a problem, because she looks like she’s this close to falling over. “ FOX listen to me. Can you make it back to camp ? ” probably not. But he really doesn’t like where this is going well he does but he knows he’s not SUPPOSED to. Plus can she even consent in this condition ( probably not ) — but her body might start putting her in pain and he…. which was worse ? God talk about a moral dilemma to put on a fucking SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD. “ You need to REST. Fox… can you make it back ? ” he wasn’t sure why he was even asking, they’d been down here two months there probably weren’t any pills left to fix this… and she was so far along already.
She’d thought she could get AWAY from camp. There weren’t any pills left, she’d checked everywhere, they’d been here too long, they hadn’t sent enough, the Ark probably hadn’t cared, they’d decided to keep most of their supply for those that mattered, those still on the Ark. Once it’d hit her that there would be no suppressing this heat, she’d FLED, quietly, slowly, but fled all the same, not wanting to find herself on the right side of the wrong alpha among camp.
She’d barely gotten away from camp before her omega protested and sent her to her knees, trying to implore her to go back, to find the first willing alpha to take care of her in her heat, and before she could hit the ground, strong arms were catching her, keeping her upright, and she found herself looking at the familiar face of Graham, crumpled into a less familiar expression of concern. The words fell out before she could stop them, her skin so heated she was sure she was acting as personal space heater for the boy in front of her. ( Can you make it back? ) He’s DESPERATE but she is too. She shook her head quickly, almost frightenedly. “Nonono, no camp, please, I can’t go back to camp.” God his SCENT, it was intoxicating, and she lifted her hands to cover his on her arms, needing the contact. “Graham please…” She wasn’t even sure what she was asking, help to get her away, help to make it stop, help to just screw her and ease the burning in her body that was getting worse with every passing minute. But it was getting harder to resist fighting the hold he had on her and nuzzle against him like her omega was practically frantic for.
