Koala/Sabo (3)
(A Longing or Side effect of Biology)
Koala gently laid Sabo back down on top of a pile of large leaves she had collected, so he wouldn't have to lay on bare sand, before standing up with an exhale to look around the smaller cave she had chosen to hide them in.
She sighed and looked back down to Sabo's face. He still looked like he was in so much pain. He hadn't even twitched when Koala carried him into the cave.
It was a little unnerving. How limp he was, against her. She was so used to him being energetic, cheerful, and reckless. It always seemed that their plans would go right and no one would get hurt when Sabo was with them , because that's what usually happened.
Seeing him like this. It was an eye opener to reality. Sabo wasn't invincible or perfect, and she realizes now, the revolutionaries thinking that way probably put a great amount of pressure on the blonde. They had forgotten that Sabo was human too, he could get hurt, and he needed support and help.
She wanted to smack herself for thinking the way she had before this.
She knew that the image of carrying him, his head limp in between her shoulder and neck, his arm laying lifeless around his waist while the other dangled off his side, would forever haunt her.
But as she looked back at Sabo she felt a familiar sense of longing rise in her, again.
She knew why she felt that way and, damn it she hated it.
Sabo had been the first Omega she had been around since her time before the Sun Pirates. She knew it was natural biology that made her long for Sabo. Because she was an Alpha and he was an Omega. That was the only reason she felt attracted to him.
That was the only reason she sometimes dreamed about him.
Knowing this she let herself indulge for one moment, knowing she'd probably regret it later, watching the way his chest rose and fell. Watching his heartbeat pulse slightly in his neck. Her eyes glided over his face slowly, taking in every detail. His lips, her cheeks, his nose, his eyes, and his scar.
She stared at the scar for a moment before growling and turning away, hitting herself in the face hard with her hand as she did so.
She growled as she roughly shoved down that feeling of longing and locked down in it.
She should forget about.
It'd never happen anyway.
