[html] Word Count :: 305 OOC: Jiva's such a dumb dork hahaha
Jiva had been born to a pack of wolves that showed their feelings out right, and his own he had to show no fear to all but the alpha or he would be walked on. He was use to affection and fun. It was just a while since he had it. How relieved he felt right now was showing on his face and body stature. When she wriggled free he got up and followed, this time more to follow her than anything. She really was slippery and he just enjoyed the view. He just followed the sound of her laughter and was caught up in it that he didn’t see har turn around and meet him, taking a hold of him and pulled him to her. His eyes went wide but he stared at the woman with eyes of wonder, curiousity. He had never had this feeling before, but he thought he knew what it was. Could one fall in love so fast, or was this just something different? Whatever it was he was sure he liked it, though he wasn’t sure how to react. Then he he smiled at her. A warm glow in the smile and moved his own hands to her waist, mimicking her move. He just stared at her. She was so beautiful and he couldn’t take his eyes from her. He didn’t even want to speak. He knew he’d ruin the moment. His first meeting with such a lovely woman and he felt his heart fluttering to find its way to her and stay there. Maybe it was the beginning of something special. This was a new game to Jiva and though he had instincts on it, he wasn’t sure if he sould play into them. No he would wait. He was enjoying this far too much for now.
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Her movement was supposed to take him out at the waist, but as soon as her body connected to his it went from a struggle to stillness. Wondering why their play had stopped she looked up at him, her gaze questioning. Both bi-colored gazes connected and the world simply stopped for a moment. She barely felt him put his hands on her waist, it all felt surreal. The youth had never felt a connection like this, to anybody. He was the first. They stood there as moments slowly ticked by, simply looking at eachother. He was so handsome, every little detail was memorized in the coywolfs mind as she hung onto this precious time with Jiva.
She wasn't sure what to do next, or even if she should do anything, but she decided to take a risk. Slowly she leaned forward, pressing her body close to his. His face was right beside her and briefly she hesitated, but then followed through with her idea. A salmony tongue snaked out and licked his cheek, then returned to her maw as she nuzzled his fluffy neck fur. His scent was different, more natural, it spoke of many different trees and plants he had slept in and brushed against on his journey here, though the pack smell was strong on him as well.
" Jiva.. What is happening here.. " Came the words, soft and sweet whispered in his ear as she still stay pressed against his body.
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He could feel the heat of her body and suddenly noticed how close they really were, and she seemed to be getting closer and closer. Then a small wet warm tongue reach out to his cheek and it was as if the man melted. He also felt himself go sane for a bit and he backed away, not in an offended way nor was he trying to offend her either. He did take her hands though, in reassurance that he did like the touch and the kiss.
“I- I’m not sure, I’m sorry I was just, um... this is a bit new to me.”
The young man said. Looking down a little but his eyes still on her, hoping she wasn’t hurt by his words. They were in now way mean or cruel. They were more confused, unsure, but willing to experiment. He knew that he wanted to take his time with such things though. He was still young and he had much to learn about the coyote woman who had seemed to steal his far if only for the moment.
“Perhaps... um … we could figure this out. More. Soon.”
He said, smiling at her a little, but he had moved from her, though he welcomed her warmth and the feel of her head on him, and her touch as it was different soft, and in a way beautiful, just as the whole of the woman was to him.
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The male pulled away and Emma looked him, confused. She must have done something to upset the male in front of her. Their hands here held together, and she did not know what to make of this. Chocolate ears pulled foward to drink in his voice, her head nodding in understanding. It was new to her as well, she had never had contact with a boy before. The youth only hoped her actions wouldn't push him away. " Yeah.. Of course.. " She replied, her words soft and low with an expression to match. Her tail had stopped it's swaying and she simply stood there, her face not betrayed how bewildered she felt. In the direction they had been heading, she thought that's what he wanted..
Sighing, she managed to smile lightly at Jiva, not the picture of happiness and exurberance that she had been before. Maybe it would be better after they both slept on it.
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Of course. He didn’t know what he was doing and he felt horrible at the sight he saw of her face. He had wanted what she was giving him, though he knew he needed more time. He had heard about what had happened with his father. His half sisters were born from a drunken stupor he had with a total stranger. He couldn’t do this to anyone. He refused to be that part of his father. Sighing, he wished to make things better and for her to understand he would value their friendship and whatever came of it. He just hadn’t the words to use. He didn’t know what to do or to say. He was a lost little puppy again and he had made a mistake.... a big mistake perhaps.
“Please don’t be sad. I just... I don’t want things to happen so fast... I want to savor moments such as these. I do.”
He said giving her a smile, one of sincerity. He was probably just making this all worse. It was he after all that pulled her to him. He was the one who set the mood for her to kiss him. He nudged her cheek with his nose.
“Besides who would want and ugly wolf like me to go messing about with such a beauty?”
He gave her a wink as he let go of her hands. He hoped his jest would cool things over and they could resume what they had started. He knew he liked her. If not more than a friend, then in that term itself. He valued friendship over everything and right now he wanted to understand her before he grew much more intimate.
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