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Necessary Research (Hahvoc Requiem & Mr. Master)

Jackson came up the steps more slowly, staring at them. He shook just a little, not from fear, but from all the significance of what was happening. He put a hand on her shoulder as he knelt next to the panting, terrified Felidae.

"You have the right. I wouldn't blame you if you did. Hell, I wouldn't blame you if you did it to me. But if you want my opinion? Not this time. Second chances, remember? This is his. But next time, he's yours. That's what I would advise, if you asked me."

He looked at Felidae. "Doctor... I quit." And then without warning, he punched the man hard in the chin, hard enough to rock the still-drunk scientist's head against the floor, dazing him and possibly knocking him out. He didn't wait to see, standing and stepping aside, to let Serai do as she would.
 
Serai listened to Jackson's words and growled but nodded in acknowledgment. She would be allowed to kill him if she ever saw his face again. The stench of fear hung in the air and for a second she thought Felidae might have pissed himself, which would have been very unpleasant. She watched as Jackson clocked F in the jaw and she couldn't help but smirk in approval. But she made sure the man remained conscious a moment longer as she spoke.

"Word will spread amongst my kind of what you did. And if you pull anything like this again...you're a dead man."

She flicked him in the head with enough force to send him into unconscious oblivion as she stood and washed her hands of the whole situation. She stood beside Jackson, quite turned on by his punch. She hadn't expected that from him, but it was certainly worth seeing again. She slipped her hand into his as she looked up at him.

"We better get going before others show up."​
 
He nodded, somewhat unnerved by how a mere flick from her hand had completely knocked the doc senseless. He was going to have a lot to learn about lycanthropes.

"Yes, that's wise. I don't know that he would call anyone, but it's a safe idea to leave, anyway. We can take the car into the village, and then go by taxi or train or whatever. We can use pretty much any branch of the bank to withdraw, but we'd better do it first thing when they open, before he can call to have he accounts frozen."

He left the mansion with her, hand in hand, leaving his old life entirely behind. No matter what happened, he was never going to be the person he was...

...the question now was what was he running to? They got to the beat-up old Jeep that served as their shopping car, parked behind the large truck they had used to carry their equipment. It was the middle of the night, hours till dawn. Jackson got into the driver's seat and started the engine. "Where exactly are we going?"
 
"I've got a safe house we can go to. Granted, if I can figure out where we are."

She said almost absently as she slid into the passenger side. She willed her body to fully change and her stripes disappeared, her sharp nails shortening into normal fingernails. Her ears were still slightly pointed, but less pronounced. Her eyes became human in shape, though still luminous with her unique eye color. The drug had had a strange effect on her human form, but now she could fully immerse herself in society without having to put on lavish amounts of makeup or wearing a hood over her head. It was much too hot for either of that. Her senses were still accurate as she sniffed, separating the scents: Jackson, oil, dirt, leather, other human scents until she smelled the road and the forest. She had traveled everywhere she could in the jungle and she had been in this area a few times, but she wasn't exactly sure which direction her safe house was and wouldn't know until they started driving.

"Just start driving and I'll figure out where we can go. I have more than one safe house, so we'll be fine wherever we go."

She gave him a soft smile.​
 
Jackson told her the name of the nearby village as they pulled out onto the street. "Mumbai is a few dozen miles away, but an easy enough trip, if the traffic allows it."

He followed her directions as best he was able. As they were on the road, he waited until there was some silence, and then asked "So what happens next? You've got safe-houses, you're feeling rather back to usual, from the change..." which looked excellent, by the way, not that he was any less attracted to the cat-woman... "We're moving into your world, now. And while you knew at least the basics of mine, I'm going to be in entirely new territory. What can I expect?"
 
"There should be some small warehouses further back from the road. I own one of them so we can crash there for awhile."

She said as she stretched in the seat, popping her back in several places before she relaxed again. She cracked her neck and then looked back at Jackson as he started to speak about what he might need to know about her world since they were now leaving his. She had to think about it for a moment and sighed before she yawned and then relaxed further into the seat. There was a lot he needed to know, but the heat was making her lazy, though not any less alert. She yawned once more before she started speaking of what he needed to know.

"Humans aren't allowed to be told of our existence unless they are either our mates, they can be trusted, or they find out on their own. The latter is usually killed or have their memories erased. I've been out of contact with much of my species because one of my close friends perished in a battle against our kind. Believe it or not but females are hard to come by in our society, but more women have been born in recent years so the numbers are slowly starting to even themselves out. I will have to contact Rajah, who lives on the outskirts of Mumbai, and tell him that you are either my mate or that you saved my life. But that would lead to more questions and a lot of lies. So..."

She turned her eyes to look at his face as she smirked pleasantly, stretching out again before she decided to speak.

"I might have to say that you're my mate."​
 
Jackson absorbed all the new data, and felt his ears getting hot again as he blushed. He drove in silence a while, processing. His body knew his decision long before his mind realized it; he was already smiling so wide his cheeks hurt by the time he had something to say.

"Serai, if you're willing to protect me, if you're willing to... welcome me into your world, I want to pull my own weight. The mainline humans know about you now, they have some kind of evidence, enough to convince officials to part with a great deal of money. That's significant. That means more people are likely to come after you, try to figure out your secrets. One way I can think of to avoid that is to figure out those secrets first, on your own, so you have some ammunition if it comes to it. If you already know what they're looking for, your leaders can use it to bargain with. You can also use somebody to help deal with what few illnesses your people are still susceptible to. Nobody else in the world is doing this kind of work, as far as I know, and it would let me still help people, still do science, and it would help your people become healthier and more secure, especially."

He cleared his throat, a little bit nervously. "And, ah... I, um, wouldn't want you to lie. I mean, I'll completely support whatever you want to tell Rajah, but I think we ought to stick close to the truth... don't you?" He tried not to sound too hopeful, or too lascivious. Her words had put some excellent ideas in his head, and he was sure hormones were sluicing off his skin right now, so she certainly knew he was immensely in favor of being her mate. He just couldn't believe she still had an interest in him; he couldn't believe he was so lucky.
 
"If I stuck close to the truth, Rajah would know I was skirting details to protect you. Shifters like me don't get saved by humans unless I was about to walk into traffic. Might as well go with something he'll believe. Besides...you aren't against the idea, either."

She murmured as she looked over at him, a certain glint in her eyes. But she soon looked away to glance out the window. She watched the landscape go by and she felt the urge to shift and run as fast as she could for as long as she could. But there would be time for that later. Suppressing a shiver, she rubbed her arms as she yawned and made herself comfortable in the passenger seat. She was still processing the other things he had said: about her being tracked and potentially hunted down. Did they have a picture of her? Of course they did. She sighed as she closed her eyes simply thinking about what was going to happen. She reached out and patted his arm, lightly stroking it before she pulled back.

"That would be nice...if you are allowed to practice with my kind..."

She was soon asleep.​
 
Yeah, not the story of how we met but the mate thing, that's what I wouldn't want you to lie about, he thought, but didn't quite say. He smiled at her until she dozed off. Then he got serious again, thinking of the danger they were still in. The road was empty, and he was avoiding the main thoroughfares, anyway, but by this point, Felidae was possibly awake, and if he was awake, he was probably calling the police. They wouldn't be able to stay in the car for much longer. Still, he wanted tolet her have a catnap -- pardon the pun -- before they had to hide the Jeep and find their way to the safehouse on their own.

The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to do it. Researching and tending to a whole human subspecies the mainstream medical community knew nothing about. Doing the kind of science nobody else even knew existed. With voluntary patients, no less. And the research he did would help them find acceptance and equal footing in a world that would otherwise hate them if it knew they existed. It was the kind of work he'd loved back before he went all crazy out of control, the kind of work he'd despaired of ever being able to return to. But these people wouldn't care about AMA accreditation; his only qualifications and permissions were snoozing in the passenger seat, and frankly, they were all he needed, or wanted.

Very much wanted, actually, the more he considered it as a real possibility...
 
"You're thinking too much..."

Serai muttered after a particularly large bump roused her from her nap. She stretched out, the hem of her shirt having lifted to show her stomach. She adjusted the hem so the shirt was more comfortable. She hated the smell of it and the way it felt on her skin, but there wasn't much she could do about it. When they made it to her safe house, then she could change into her clothes. She finger-combed her jet black locks as she looked over at him, her amethyst eyes flashing a moment in the light. She yawned loudly, cracking her jaw and she sighed as she settled in the seat. She had a lazy look to her eyes, like she was eying a meal and she couldn't help but think-as cliche as it was- that a taste of Jackson would be nice right about now. But she cooled her hormones down, as hard as it was. A side effect? She wasn't sure, but it seemed like the longer she lingered in his presence, the more she wanted her earlier words to be true. But she would have to explain mating to him when they got to the safe house. She didn't want him crashing the car.

"We should be getting closer to the warehouses now. They should start dotting the horizon in about twenty minutes or so."​
 
"How did you know I'm... Oh, right... I'm always thinking too much," he chuckled, shaking his head. It was true, that could be considered a character flaw. But it also led him to his current path, so he couldn't really fault it.

He glanced over at her, and felt his temperature rise again. She looked so damn GOOD lounging around in too-big men's clothes. He'd heard people discussing women with feline grace before, but he was certain they'd never quite seen a real representative of it. He turned his attention back to the road, his blue eyes squinting a bit into the night. The wind ruffled his short-cut sandy-brown/dirty-blonde hair as it whipped through the open jeep. He became acutely aware of this unshowered self; it made him feel self-conscious, although some part of him realized it probably wouldn't much matter to a vaguely feral shape-shifting cat-woman. If anything, clean male sweat might be a turn-on; it certainly seemed to work that way with human women, even...

"Speaking of thinking too much, maybe I should check my thoughts with you. Felidae is going to report this Jeep stolen; do you have a place to hide it, or should we just ditch it when we get close to alternate transport?"
 
She chuckled at his words, just relaxing in her seat and being silent; observant. She watched him watching her, enjoying the aroused glint in his eyes, the light flushing of his cheeks, the scent of his body in its aroused state. A feast for her senses, she purred mentally. It was almost all too tempting to ravish him whilst he was driving. But she had more class and control than that. Besides, she didn't want to die in a car accident because she'd been too hot-blooded to control herself. She smiled to herself when he looked back to the road, the wind pulling playful fingers through his hair. He was handsome, certainly for a human, and rivaled some of her own race. (Not that all of them were heart-stopping or all physically blessed). On the physical level, she felt a claim to him, on the emotional level...she was headed toward disaster. She had never loved before, so had no idea what it was like. She liked this man, sure, but loved him? No, it was far too soon for that. But, she was truly considering mating with him, and didn't that center on love? She wasn't sure. Her kind mated for life and in doing so, she was pure. But it didn't mean she was some ignorant child.

She felt her body heating at the remembrance of his kiss setting her aflame, his rigid shaft against her belly, his hands in her hair, the press of his body through their clothes. Even with all that clothing and she had felt the heat of him. She blushed and shifted in her seat, uncomfortable due to the way the cotton felt against her now extra sensitive breasts and the pooling heat between her thighs. She let out a small huff like she was annoyed or something else before she turned to the window and sat up, staring out at the landscape. But she couldn't escape her mind or his scent and so she was slowly being tortured inside the little vehicle. Her ears twitched in the slightest as Jackson spoke about Felidae and the jeep. She thought about it a moment, her head tilting upward. She looked back at him with a smile.

"We should probably ditch it once we get into range of the warehouses. Thing is, they might check the warehouses so we might have to drive past them, ditch it, and then turn back around in another vehicle or walk. Either way, we will have to get rid of it.."​
 
Jackson nodded. "Driving past might be good. The more time we spend driving, the closer to dawn and being able to withdraw the cash. Again, something we ought to do as soon as possible."

The rest of the escapade went about as expected. They ended up parking the Jeep in a crowded alley, and pulled some old junk over it, so it wouldn't be discovered for... well, possibly weeks, from the look of the rest of the alley. They walked away in the dead black of the night, the local neighborhood having few lights, although Serai seemed to have no trouble navigating. She took him by the hand and they walked briskly toward her safe-house; her skin was warm and her grip was tight and he felt protected from all harm in her care. It was an interesting pair they made; neither one incompetent in any area, but she was clearly the excellent physical specimen, from her enhanced strength and senses, her ability to shift her form, and her accelerated healing, whereas his real gifts were all mental, from his education to his quick wits, deep memory, and pure processing power. On paper, they made a good team.

However, a comparison on paper couldn't possibly take into account the meshing of their personalities. And Jackson did feel that they meshed. He felt like she cut straight through his equivocating and his bullshit, kept him from overthinking and kept him focused on the task at hand. At least, that's what she'd done so far. And he liked that; he realized on that long, brisk walk to her hidden den that it was something he needed, and more, that he wanted -- someone to ground him. He wasn't sure that he had been able to prove his own worth to her, beyond the practical reality of busting her out of the prison he'd put her in, but he hoped he'd be able to do something else for her, help her and her people.

And then, of course, there was the extreme physical attraction, the consequences of which threatened to make him dizzy from lack of blood ot his brain and might impede his stride...
 
Serai led them to a quaint little warehouse that would be easily missed amongst all the behemoths surrounding it. There were three coded locks, inconspicuous amongst the red and brown paint, with strange symbols mixed with numbers on the keypads. She moved her fingers about in rapid succession and the locks flashed green. She edged the doors open, dust billowing out gently. She coughed and waved her hand to disperse the dust and figured that none of her kind had visited in the last month or so. She took his hand again and led him inside, closing the door and reactivating the system. She had the urge to undress, but remembered that Jackson was there and that she would likely attack him if he gave off that tantalizing scent of interest. She led him up a flight of stairs that led to a large apartment style floor, tucked away and hidden by a wall. It looked like a floor of a home. It had modern day items, American and European items mixed with oriental things. Very few things were from the country the little warehouse resided in, but it was all right.

"Make yourself comfortable. I'm going to shower and change..You're welcome to join me."

She said with a soft wink as she walked down a hardwood hall before disappearing down a corner. The shirt she had been wearing flew back into sight, without her in it. She stripped herself of her clothing along the way to the shower, almost wishing for Jackson to follow her. She wanted another kiss and wanted to feel his hands upon her again sans clothes. She opened the door to the bathroom, much cleaner than she last remembered and inhaled the faint traces of vanilla that was left behind. She kept the door slightly ajar, an invitation she had no right leaving, before she turned on the shower and stepped inside.​
 
You're welcome to join me... You're welcome to join me... It rang through his head, over and over as he stared at the crumpled shirt on the floor. He heard the water start up farther away down the hall. You're welcome to join me... Even when he'd been a hot young doctor with impulse control problems, he'd never been handed a porno-worthy line like that. And now, he wasn't sure he even believed her. She wasn't the type to joke, except when she was, and there was that kiss... that awesome kiss...

He considered it more as he edged down the hall, noting the discarded pants, as well, seeing the light trace of steam escaping the crack in the bathroom door. His mind whirled. If she hadn't been serious, she could break his neck in an instant, but then again, she'd been nothing but smiling and receptive, but then again, he'd kept her in a cage for almost an entire day, but then again, he'd busted her out and gone on the run with her, but then again...

He was overthinking again, and he could imagine her saying it to his face, which snapped him out of it. Surely she meant what she said; she'd even left the door ajar, an invitation she had every right to give, which he hoped he was interpreting correctly. The whole room smelled of soap and clean water and a trace of vanilla and something ineffably glorious.

Before he knew it, he was standing in the doorway, half-hiding behind the door, gazing around the room, trying not to creepily stare at her half-obscured form through the cloudy glass of the shower door. Even mostly obscured, she moved fluidly, exotically, mesmerizingly. He stood, transfixed, until he realized she was shutting off the water, and then he didn't know what to do with himself, but smile at her shyly, feel overdressed, and mumble, "hi..."
 
Serai had waited a moment or two, just letting the warm water wash away her misery that was left over from being in that cage. It loosened up the soreness in her knees and spine, causing her to purr and groan lightly with delight. She had never loved hot water more than in this moment. But still, she was slightly disappointed. She had wanted to share a bath or shower with Jack, but he was reluctant. She didn't understand her own feelings either, so she could forgive him for it. Besides, it wasn't like they would have mated in the shower...The image hit her like a freight train, stealing away her breath as liquid heat pooled between her legs. She pressed her palms against the wall in front of her, taking a deep, steadying breath. She calmed down and went about cleaning herself, washing out her hair and cleaning off her skin. It didn't take her long, but it was enough to clear her head.

The water from the shower turned off and she shivered from the light chill. She rubbed her arms a moment as she smelled something over the smell of wet, vanilla, soap, and steam. Her ears twitched in the slightest as she heard his whispered greeting. Despite herself, she smiled with a pale blush. She pushed the glass down aside, it sliding on the track as she stared at him. Clouds of steam wafted up and out, obscuring part of her wet naked form as she stepped out of the shower. She wrapped a towel about her for the sheer sake of keeping as much covered as she could. It was more...seductive that way, right? She wasn't sure when it came to humans. Shifters got more turned on by clothing rather than the lack there of since they saw nudity constantly. Her thoughts turned towards Jack and his delicious scent, water rolling down her collarbones to pool down between her breasts. She stepped over to his inert body, her hands cupping his cheeks. She smiled gently at him.

"Hey.."​
 
Lovely woman in towel, cupping his face in her hands, bending his gaze to hers, smiling and saying "Hey." He stepped fully into the bathroom and smiled gently back at her. "I didn't know if you..."

And that's when he found his lips pushing in on hers, his arms sliding around her body, pressing himself against her and drawing her to him. He never consciously made the decision to kiss her, but he couldn't help himself. His body knew things his mind didn't, and perhaps it was time to trust his instincts.

He stumbled a little, moving into the bathroom. His hands slid up her back, over the towel, stroking her shoulders as he moved in. He found himself almost moving her back into the shower stall, but paused just before walking her back in there. It's not that he couldn't use a shower, but he was still fully clothed... and very very distracted, so he wasn't actually thinking of a shower for cleanliness purposes.
 
Serai let out a soft sigh as his lips pressed against her own, his arms wrapping about her and pulling her close. She shivered in the slightest, her body pressed against his own. Her mind spun from the contact, eyes closing almost instantly as her body heated, chasing away the chill. She pressed her lips more firmly against his, purring very quietly at the sensations washing through her. She smiled against his lips as he stumbled, moving her back towards the shower stall. Serai arched her back in the slightest as his hands moved up her spine to stroke her shoulders. She held his face in her hands as she moved her tongue along his lips, asking for entrance before their tongues touched and danced. She felt the heat and wetness from the shower stall as she was soon back inside it.

"Jack.."

She whispered against his lips as she pulled back gently, looking up at him with lust-darkened eyes. Her body was already burning slowly in the places he had touched, and she ached terribly for more of him. She didn't quite understand it, but her instincts were telling her to make him her own. She moved her hands to his neck and stroked his pulse points with her thumbs as she pulled back a little more to talk to him about mating.

"If...If we go..."

She blushed a rich red that consumed her cheeks, making her look so innocent like she actually was. For all her feminine and female wiles, she was as innocent as a young girl. She took a deep breath before looking back up at him, uncertainty in her gaze and a little bit of fear of being rejected.

"Mates are for life, Jack. There isn't casual sex amongst my kind. So if we...."

She didn't have to finish the sentence for him to probably get the gist of what she was saying.​
 
He gazed at her, looking deep into her eyes, as his mind raced. Mates for life, and he'd just met her, although he felt he knew all he needed to... He didn't know all about her, but she didn't know all about him, either... and it wasn't like there was anything to go back to, for him. On a purely practical level, it made as much sense as anything.

And on a personal level, on the purely emotional... Should it scare him how right it felt?

"Serai..." he breathed, "...If they killed me, could you mate again? After exacting your revenge, of course." He smiled at her. He wanted to, he knew that almost instantly. He just... he knew there were permutations, he knew her people were instinctive and animalistic, but also rational and able to guide or control their instincts. There were probably work-arounds for when couples ran into problems, or maybe they just didn't run into difficulties, if the "mate for life" imperative took it over. He knew many humans who had committed for life yet still managed to explore new things in partnership. He decided early that living his life with her was something he wanted to do. But he knew he was more likely to be mortal than she, what with the people gunning for him, and his dying on her might trap her forever.

But in asking, just as he had, he knew he was not only asking the actual question, he was also saying "Yes, I will be yours. Yes, I want to spend my life with you. Yes, I love you. Yes."
 
She bit her lip, uncertain of how to answer. Usually, when her kind mated for life and the other died, they never mated again and usually wasted away. Some grew strong and found other mates, knowing their loves wouldn't want them to be lonely. But that was always the animal inside of them choosing when and where. Sometimes mates were chosen beyond what the person would normally have done. Mating bonds could never be broken except by death. But, deep inside, her feline self was opening to Jackson, wanting to take him and claim him in the most sacred and permanent of ways. It also gave strength to the other partner, which she knew was true because of her mother.

"It's possible...but it's usually the other half that decides if a new mate can be found. The animal half, that is. And Jack, if we do...mate, you'll be sharing some of my strength and life force. Nothing truly dramatic, but you'll notice some differences."

She said softly, looking into his eyes. She heard her heart thrumming loud and clear, her body practically screaming to stop hesitating, to stop making excuses in her mind as to why she shouldn't want to be with this man. She did. She wanted nothing more than to have Jack imprinted into her system so he was all she wanted and needed. She moved one hand to the back of his head as the other cupped his cheek. She knew she was looking at him with lust, but her expression also showed caring and admiration...and love. She felt herself tremble at the love part. But somehow, it was there. She hardly knew him, and he the same with her, but it felt right to want this, to need this. She had been searching for someone her whole life, and her body and soul were whispering Jack's name. It didn't take a genius to figure out that she had no way of avoiding being with him. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her lashes as she whispered.

"Make love to me..."​
 
He melted into her kiss, again, feeling the flame rising in him, the heat from her body, her muscles bunching under his hands, against his body. If anything, he felt it stronger than before. And then... and then his damnable mind.

Fact: there was no casual sex amongst her people.

Fact: her subspecies mated for life.

Fact: she was available to mate with him.

He came to the inescapable conclusion, and it rocked him, made him pull back momentarily, gasping. He looked at her, a little afraid. It was, to him, a huge responsibility to be a first time. And frankly, shower? While hot and sexy? Not particularly the ideal first time experience setting.

However, merely asking about it would never do. He was a geek and a nerd, albiet a good-looking one, but even he knew you couldn't follow up a request like hers with a question like "where?" So he did what he could. He swept her up off her feet, cradling her in his arms. She felt amazingly light to him, right now. He had no idea whether he was super-charged from the passion of the moment or what, but it was amazing.

He whisked her out of the bathroom and began kicking open doors down the hallway, looking for a good romantic place. He didn't know if his performance was up to snuff; he hoped so. But if he was committing to her, if he was going to make her his love for life, he was going to try and start off on the right foot, so to speak...
 
She looked hurt when he pulled away, feeling like he was thinking that it was the wrong choice. She could smell his fear and she felt her body tremble with the thought of rejection. It was too soon, probably. She shouldn't have asked this of him. She was stupid, so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid- tears had pricked the corners of her eyes and threatened to spill until he picked her up and cradled her in his arms. She looked at up him with a questioning glance until he carried her out of the room and started kicking doors open. He just kept surprising her. She blinked whenever he kicked a door open, unsure of what exactly he was doing. He wasn't rejecting her and she could smell his determination. What was he looking for? She wanted to ask him, but the words died in her throat at the look on his face. Sharp and set with resolve, it made her hot and bothered almost instantly. She bit her lip, attempting to cool her breathing. But his scent whisked up into her nose and made her moan very softly as she nuzzled his neck with her nose. Her gesture was easy to interpret. She wanted him, was starting to want him more and more. The anticipation of what they would do when he picked a room to do it in...she squirmed slightly, looking up at him without fear, just excitement.​
 
He burst into a room with her... it was a bedroom, whether it was hers or a guest room he didn't know. A gorgeous bed, large skylight window just showing the pale glimmerings of dawn (there were few side windows in this building; there wasn't much of a view, after all), flowering houseplants filling the air with a heady perfume, and a lovely underlying base scent of fine wood and incense. He smiled. It would do.

He looked at her with a gentle twinkle in his eye as he carried her over to the bed. "I want this to be a good memory," he murmured softly, on the edge of too soft for a human to hear. "Our first time ought to be perfect," he said, nuzzling the side of her head in much the same way she'd been nuzzling his throat.

He climbed on his knees onto the mattress, and laid Serai down in the middle, reclining next to her and kissing her, his arms wrapped around her. He melted into another kiss, knowing this time there was no pulling back, this time there was only forward, no interruptions... at least from him...
 
Serai was flooded with a sense of pride at the determination Jackson had. When he wanted something, damn was he determined to get it. It was sexy and sent a thrill of excitement through her. The smells of the bedroom wafted to her nose, not cloying like she had expected, but pleasant, especially with the base scent of Jackson drifting inside. Her ears twitched at his words, catching them easily as she noticed the glint in her eyes. She blushed a fraction more and purred quietly as he nuzzled her cheek. She noticed how he carried her over to the bed and her body quivered a bit from the anticipation, excitement, arousal, and dash of fear she was feeling.

She trusted him, strangely enough, and her instincts were telling her, He's it! Don't let him go! Claim him, make him yours! It was difficult to ignore feelings like that. She felt the mattress against her back as he put her down and then crawled onto the bed after her. His lips pressed to her own as she felt his arms encase her, filling her with warmth and acceptance. She moaned quietly in the back of her throat as she pressed against him, wanting more and yet wanting to take her time exploring him. It was difficult to contain herself but she did.​
 
He began unbuttoning his shirt as their mouths locked, but soon his hands came to explore her, instead. She was in full-human mode, and he noted how even her teeth were different. He wondered how he'd react to her in all of her changing forms. The thought of it made him tremble, but he wasn't sure whether it was fear or anticipation or just the thought of the strangeness. He could feel her moving against him, writhing in her passion, and it stoked his own. His heart beat faster, his breathing grew shorter, excited, and he found himself moaning gently.

His fingers played along her body, feeling her through the towel that was still wrapped around her, stroking her bare legs and shoulders, brushing her black hair away from her face. He was excited, but wasn't hurrying, although his hands did move quicker than usual, in his arousal. Considering everything, what he was consciously doing here, what he was accepting and choosing to enter into, he wanted each moment etched into his memory and hers, so he memorized it as it as happening, and he took the time to enjoy it.

They moved on the bed, side by side, touching each other and feeling each other, still mostly clothed, which was a little slow for Jackson, but he didn't mind, didn't mind at all, looking at the prospect of enjoying her forever. And he reveled in how she seemed to feel the same way, how she hungrily met his kiss, his tongue, how her own hands seemed to want to go places, and she pulled herself back. He knew exactly what she was feeling, he thought. Finally, he had to break the eternal kiss just to catch his breath. "You know," he panted, taking the opportunity, "it doesn't have to be perfect just on my terms. You want to follow your instincts, I'm good with that. This is for both of us."

It was permission. Permission to have a first time on her terms, however those would be, whether human or animal or both at once. He was excited to find out what she'd decide.
 
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