( it should be all cut and dry, as far as he's concerned, but there's been something nagging the back of his head since they landed on the planet, and only seems to worsen as time passes and night falls. it's like a headache that won't drift off, no matter the distractions or the focus he puts into their search, and the only real remedy is. allura, it feels like. the irritation lessens whenever she's nearer, although it's less that it goes away and more that it's satiated by her presence, something he'd akin to the purring of their lions whenever there's a job well done, a fight won.
he's sick, he's pretty sure. he isn't planning on mentioning anything, because what does it matter, but.
allura gets too close, maybe. keith doesn't have the same sense of smell as most galra, but even a normal human could smell the pheromones dripping off her in tendril waves, something sticky and sweet in the air that tickles his most carnal of instincts. he feels himself gasp, suddenly, and then - something more like a growl rips out of his throat, and before he knows what's he's doing, he has strong hands gripping either of allura's biceps, holding her at an arm's distance, but. holding her, still.
he has all these weird, animalistic thoughts in his head, about claiming and possessing and taking, and. he looks at allura with knitted eyebrows, gaze sharp. )
What's going on?
( she smells good. too good. he pulls her in without a second thought, nose pressed up against her neck while he just scents her, sniffing ceaselessly. way too good. )
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he's sick, he's pretty sure. he isn't planning on mentioning anything, because what does it matter, but.
allura gets too close, maybe. keith doesn't have the same sense of smell as most galra, but even a normal human could smell the pheromones dripping off her in tendril waves, something sticky and sweet in the air that tickles his most carnal of instincts. he feels himself gasp, suddenly, and then - something more like a growl rips out of his throat, and before he knows what's he's doing, he has strong hands gripping either of allura's biceps, holding her at an arm's distance, but. holding her, still.
he has all these weird, animalistic thoughts in his head, about claiming and possessing and taking, and. he looks at allura with knitted eyebrows, gaze sharp. )
What's going on?
( she smells good. too good. he pulls her in without a second thought, nose pressed up against her neck while he just scents her, sniffing ceaselessly. way too good. )
Allura, what is this?