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Necessary Research (Hahvoc Requiem & Mr. Master)

He felt her under his body, around his body, around his shaft, and between his teeth. He could feel her pulse through his jaw, but whether that was because of the tightness of his grip or the powerful beating of her aroused heart, he couldn't say. He did know it electrified him, her reaction, the feel of her, how she clung and clutched as he slid into her, stretching her open for the first time, how her heels on the backs of his thighs urged him deeper. He finally ground against her, fully socketed within her channel. He tried to give her a tiny hip roll, to swirl himself in her depths, but she gripped his manhood too tightly. It was glorious.

And he felt her excitement, her passion, in more than just the urgency of her movements, her cries, her hot breath panting in his ear. He found his hips pushing more, just a little, as if there was any more of himself he could give her, but no, it was just the desire, the need to fill her, please her, satisfy her. He drew back, drew himself slowly out of her, feeling her most intimate flesh grip him, tug at him, her internal muscles tensing instinctively, and when only the fleshy helmet of his cock was still within her, he eased forward again, gently pushing in to the hilt, once more, moaning into her throat as his jaw tightened infinitesimally from the pleasure of it.

Oh, he could sense her need, her desire for him to let loose, be animalistic, to evoke her people as well as his own, but he knew she wasn't quite ready for that yet. He had to work his way up to it. That wasn't the challenge, of course, that was the goal and the exquisite pleasure of it. The challenge would be to maintain control, to keep from reaching his own climax before he could satisfy her... again. So he panted through his teeth, hot breath on her throat, and clenched his eyes shut as he began to pump, slowly but powerfully, into his love...
 
As the pain slipped away and her body adjusted, Serai was hyper-aware of the connection between herself and Jackson. They were one person, in a sense, joined in the most basic and carnal of ways. His heat, his energy, his passion and love swept her away in a storm of emotions she couldn't even hope to name. She felt a tremor course over her when he started to pull out, almost protesting the movement until he slowly pushed back in, sending out a heat wave of pleasure that made her gasp, especially when he bit her neck a little harder. Her legs wrapped around him more tightly, possessively. Her mind raced with emotion and how he could make her feel this way. She had never pictured herself mating, and definitely not with a human. But here she was, and with a human that she cared for very deeply, even though she barely knew him. Mating was instinctual and all her instincts had pointed her in Jackson's direction with light tugs and hard hits. She had been meant to be with him, even though the circumstances could have been more favorable.

She arched her back in the slightest as he began to pump into her tight body, forming a slow but powerful rhythm that got her moaning and clutching at him. Her nails dug into his back as she trembled, feeling every stroke, every glide, every caress of the tip of him rubbing against her inner channels. It felt good, damn good, but she wanted more even as she gripped him and lightly pushed her hips back against his own, instincts taking over as well as emotions. She bit her lip before she moaned softly, just loud enough for him to hear.

"God...Jackson...It feels so good..."​
 
He moved in her, flesh sliding slickly and smoothly, the heat and friction incredible to them both. As her channel grew accustomed to his bulk, Jackson began to pump a little faster, not by much at at time, but very gradually, encouraged by her arching and moaning, her hips rising to meet him, her legs pulling him down into her. He tried to grind a bit, put more friction on her button than just the movement in and out would provide. However, her own sense of urgency didn't let him spend a whole lot of time on it, and her passion seemed to be rising, no mater what he did, which was good.

"Oh, God... Serai... you're incredible..." he managed to pant, letting go of her throat to kiss her savagely, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, pressing her head back against the bed with the energy of his kiss.

Which isn't to say he didn't also have a mind toward other things. He felt her nails on his back, and it was both thrilling and unnerving, because he had such recent experience with those nails becoming rather more painful. So while he kissed her, he reached up toward the top of the bed and got a handful of the scarf, and pulled it down toward them. The cloth around her wrists tightened, and began to draw her hands to the side. He only tugged enough to loosen their grip on his back, just enough to exert some control over the situation. As long as he held the scarf at this point, she could reach him, stroke him, but couldn't close the embrace very well. Just that exercise made him feel wicked and in control, and his kiss intensified as he thrust particularly powerfully into her...
 
Once she grew more accustomed to him being inside of her, the more pleasure she felt from the friction of their bodies merging as one. She felt his speed increase, his thrusts going a little deeper and harder. She felt rubbing against her clit which made her arch a little bit more and moan from the sensation. It was all so wonderful and thrilling that she felt like her control would snap. But she knew that Jackson had her covered - no pun intended- if her nails shifted to claws again. His words reached her ears and she had nothing to respond with since he captured her lips in a devastating kiss of possession and love, his tongue thrusting into her mouth just like his member thrusted inside her channel. She felt her head press back against he pillow from the force of his energy that he put into the kiss. She pressed back against him with the same heat and passion, putting all of herself into it as surely as she moved her hips to meet his own. Her nails started to change in the slightest and she tried to control it, but her body didn't seem to be listening.

Her mind focused on his kisses and thrusting, not noticing him reach up toward the bed and grab part of the scarf that controlled the ties around her wrists. She felt the tug, knowing that her nails were harming Jackson and so she put up no resistance. It actually sent a thrill through her because he was taking control of her, which calmed down her urges to shift, however slight they were. She couldn't wrap her arms about him very well, but she did place her hands on his shoulders, needing the slight contact even as he pounded away at her. She groaned softly against his mouth as his kiss intensified before she moaned out loudly, feeling him thrust so much harder than he had before. It sent her that much closer to the intense orgasm that was building up deep inside her body..​
 
Her moans spurred him on. Everything about this woman's reactions seemed designed to push him higher, harder. He found he was really pumping hard into her, her body accepting him, coaxing him, sucking him in, just about. Her moans and cries took on a reverberation, like an element of growling or purring, and in their kisses, his tongue detected points on her teeth. The fact of her shifting, the danger it represented, just made him more aroused. Something was feeding his passion, his lust and energy, and it wasn't entirely his own. Was this the connection she'd spoke of?

Whatever the case, he felt his own climax fighting to erupt, and he had a good sense that she was building, as well. He kept feeling claw points on his shoulders, and he knew, he knew it was true. His panted breaths against her grew more ragged, her arousal feeding his. He could sense what would be coming, so he yanked hard on the scarf, drawing her wrists hard to the side, stretching her out. He rose up a little bit, gazing at her, his hips still pumping into her, skin smacking on skin. He couldn't help it, he was seized with the primal urge, he dropped to her, thrusting harder, and latched onto the side of her neck and shoulder, biting hard, growling and worrying the flesh a little. Not enough to break the skin, but a hard, possessive, animalistic bite nonetheless.
 
Her legs wrapped tightly about him as he kept moving harder and faster within her tight sheath. It was incredible, pushing her higher and higher until she swore she would crack under the pleasure she felt coursing through her body. It fractured her control over her shifting, causing her teeth to get longer and sharper, her nails to become elongated and more claw-shaped. She could feel the press of his tongue around the sharp canines that had extending and she almost feared him pricking his flesh on them, but he seemed able to dance around them without much effort. She moaned, feeling energy and passion not her own filling her up, consuming her. This had to be the bond, the ever-present link that would keep them together and allow Jackson to exist more easily with her. It caused her to effectively break the kiss as she writhed beneath him, feeling her nails grow too sharp for Jackson to handle. And as if he knew, she felt the yank of the ties, her hands pinned to the bed as she felt her orgasm draw so close it was practically on the tip of her tongue to scream.

She watched him rise up above her and keep on thrusting, the slight change causing her back to arch. The sounds, the smells, the touch, all of it went straight through her, wrapping about her in a way that made it impossible to think, only to feel. She felt his weight drop onto her own, her legs tightening about him as he thrusted ever harder and bit into the junction at her neck and shoulder. The sudden action, mixed with the growling and pain-laced pleasure made her scream out as she climaxed, feeling it completely consume her and erasing her vision. Her whole entire body went taut from the intense pleasure and high that took her over. She knew that his bite would leave a mark that was permanent, and that was exactly what she had needed. Her thoughts had been blanketed by pleasure as surely as her body was burning from it. It was almost too much for her to bear but on and on it went, sending her higher and higher, making her voice rise as she called out his name. He hadn't been lying. She was in pure ecstasy.​
 
He felt her spasming under him, and it was enough. He had been holding off for so long, bringing her high enough, he was on the edge. And when he drew her wrists wide, and locked his teeth on her shoulder, he felt himself being pushed over. He moaned into her flesh, as she went taut and quivering under him, and felt the rush, the tingle from the base of his cock, running up his length. His teeth tightened on her neck, marking her, as he tasted the sharp iron-y tang of her blood, no more than a few drops, but still a symbolic injury. It wasn't enough to forestall his orgasm, as he tensed and then exploded, deep inside her, pumping what seemed like his entire being into her, draining his soul.

He tensed and ground as he unloaded, and the pleasure seemed to stretch, seemed to become something greater than himself. Was that her influence on him, already? He didn't know, and didn't care, he just reveled in the extended, enhanced orgasm. Then he gradually caught his breath, panting into her neck. He half-collapsed on her as both of their orgasms faded, finally releasing her throat from his jaws... "I love you, my mate" he murmured, still panting, in her ear.
 
Serai basically screamed when he bit further into her shoulder upon his climax, feeling his whole body shudder from it. It was incredible, blinding, consuming. She wanted to clutch him to her but found that only her legs could latch onto him and keep him within her body as his shaft filled her up with his seed. She felt the puncturing of his teeth, the like trickle of blood and it just seemed to drag out the pleasure she felt as she began to feel some of what he was feeling. She felt like bits of her soul were being tied to Jackson as he exploded within her body. Her spine bowed under the pressure of the pleasure consuming her and she practically growled out, almost an animalistic roar before they both started to come down from their intense and seemingly endless high. She felt him release her neck as both their bodies relaxed. Her breath was ragged as he basically collapsed on top of her and whispered that he loved her and she turned her head to kiss his cheek, tongue flicking out to lick the shell of his ear as she spoke.

"And I, you, beloved.."

While the two of them were embraced in their mating hold, Rajah had decided to return to the safe house. He knew of Serai's disappearance and figured that if she got out from wherever she had been, she would come here. He was a large man, hair a bright orange, eyes an amber brown like the tiger he shifted into, minus the black stripes. His skin was tan and he was built, body muscular but still lithe. As he entered the safe house, dressed in jeans, boots, and a button-up shirt, he sniffed the air, looking about. He raised a brow as he scented Serai and an unknown person. And soon, the scents were mixed with the smell of sex. His eyes widened before he called out in a deep, booming voice.

"Serai Tremont De Montise! Get down here this instant!"​
 
They were basking in the afterglow, lazily embracing while Jackson worked the now-loose cloth bonds free from her wrists, when Rajah's booming voice echoed throughout the safehouse. Jackson froze, his eyes widening. "Oh, Christ," he hissed, "busted!" He hastened to untie her other wrist, and then hopped out of bed, gathering up his clothing. Whoever this was, he wasn't about to meet them naked, no matter how comfortable her people were with their own nudity.

Before Serai scampered out to face the music, Jackson grabbed her, pausing in putting on his pants. "Wait wait wait..." he panted, then looked in her eyes. "Tremont?"
 
As soon as she heard the door downstairs open, she knew she was busted. It didn't take a genius to figure out who had access to the warehouse. Her suspicions were only confirmed when the tiger-shifter called out to her, using her full name, no less. She cringed before the last tie was loosened and she literally jumped out of bed and remembered the clothes she had been wearing were in the hallway. This was a guest room, but still had female and male attired in it. Going over to the closet, she slipped on a short skirt and a tank-top, sans shoes. She saw Jack scramble for his clothing and she couldn't help but grin before heading to the door. It wasn't smart to keep Rajah waiting. Feeling Jackson's hand upon her arm, she turned her eyes to him and her ears twitched in the slightest as she caught his question. She grinned before sticking her tongue out at him.

"Better than Jackson Jackson. Maybe I'll hyphenate yours onto my own."

She winked at him before giving him a quick kiss and lick on the lips. She slipped out of his grip and went into the hall, gathering up clothes and folding them in her haste before putting them at the top of the stares. She could see the burly man tapping his foot as he stared, waiting for her appearance. She gave him a small smile and a wave as she spoke softly.

"Hello, Rajah..how have you been?"

If anything, his scowl only increased.​
 
He could hear her scamper as she collected Doc's old clothes, and he tried to follow, donning his shirt and pants (but not his shoes; he was no hunter, but even he knew he could move more quietly in bare feet). He hung back, listening. He knew they were going to have to meet Rajah, eventually, but he hadn't expected to meet him so soon. And not quite so immediately after his first union with his new mate.

He had to admit, he was nervous, and not just because the man's senses would be able to tell everything he could possibly have been doing. This meeting was going to determine the future he was going to have with Serai and his research. He felt his nervousness, his stomach butterflies, but it was all going to be fine. He also felt a new strength, a new confidence. Was this the link she'd spoken of?
 
Faintly, Serai heard Jack stalking behind her, sensing his nervousness in a different way than simply smelling it. She wanted to calm him, but wasn't sure how to do so as of yet as she moved down the stairs as a deliberately slow and unhurried pace. Rajah waited patiently as their eyes met in a battle of wills. They were both dominant beasts, but Serai had been known to win dominance games and won today when Rajah dropped his gaze after a moment or two of intense staring. Serai brushed from loose strands of hair from her face as she looked at her old friend with a gently smile.

"Dear friend...what is with all the anger I smell?"

He scowled at her as he pointed behind her, towards the stairs, clearly agitated. She gave a bemused smile as he kept his arm up whilst he spoke.

"I'm talking about that! How this place smells of you and a human, and how you both smell of sex! What were you thinking, Serai? A human isn't fit for you."

She glared at him at the tail end of his little rant and he firmly shut his mouth as she came to stand a few feet in front of him. She gave him a well-crafted grin that spoke volumes about her emotional state at current. She was very close to smacking him with all her strength at his insult to her mate.

"That human is my mated partner and you best be careful in what you say from this point forward. I will not let comments like that slip a second time."

He seemed taken aback by her controlled ferocity and took a moment to collect himself as he took her hands in his own and looked her in the eyes without dominance, simply concern.

"I have no seen you in ages and now stumble upon you in bed, so to speak, with a mate. How am I suppose to act? You are like a sibling to me. Is he....he is trustworthy, correct?"

She couldn't be mad at him for his concern, but she could be mad at him for his comment. His words were soft, made for her ears only and she said quietly, though loud enough for Jack to hear.

"He is trustworthy, Raj. I wouldn't have....been with him otherwise. I love him and he is mine. I shall not lose another that I love."​
 
Jackson listened to the interchange, and he felt as well as heard the emotional flare of his mate as she defended herself and him against Rajah's accusations. He hoped she could sense the pride and love he was feeling for her right now. He controlled his nervousness (it was easy enough, actually, when her aggression was coming to him somehow, and helping calm his own mind), and edged to the mouth of the hallway, where he could be seen if Rajah looked up.

And why shouldn't he be confident? Serai claimed him, allowed him to claim her. She was right; they were joined. Their lives were now one. So he was part of her life, whatever that might be. He had a role, and a protection. He no longer had a concern that her people would kill him. Now he just had to worry about how he could fit himself into their world.
 
Rajah's eyes focused on hers, able to smell the human male who reeked of sex and Serai's unique scent. They stared at one another for a long time, it seemed, practically centuries flying by. Thousands of years passed before Rajah lifted his head to stare at the human male who had stolen his adopted daughter's heart. He hated him already.

"Get down here. A male stands by his mate."

Rajah said firmly, his deep bass voice restrained. He wasn't going to start yelling, he had already done that and then some. Serai wouldn't change her mind, and the only way to break the bond involved killing either Serai or her mate. Serai didn't have to look back at Jack to know that he would come down the stairs, and when he did, she would hold his hand and stand beside him like the mate pair that they were.​
 
Jackson descended the stairs at a measured pace. He felt like he shouldn't hurry; he and Serai were mated, already, it's not like Rajah could intimidate him away. And he knew there was some kind of power/dominance struggle going on, some manner of battle of wills between the two shifters; even he could see that. But he didn't know the specifics of the dynamics enough to help.

He treated it like the power games that used to go on at the hospital. He and Serai were a bloc, and he expected Rajah to be simply one representative of the other bloc, which he thought of as the administration. So he settled into his "fighting the man" mindset and went down confidently to stand next to Serai. He reached for her hand without looking, and found her already grasping at his. He wanted to reply to the other man, to say something like "my mate doesn't need my help in this," but he thought that might be too much, so he just stood and gazed back and tried not to be nervous. This was worse than meeting a girlfriend's parents.
 
Rajah eyed to male as he descended the stairs, taking in his postured, expression and emotions. The man was nervous but confident, unwilling to back down even in the face of a powerful shifter. The tiger shifter was rather impressed with how Serai's mate presented himself and how they stood against him, prepared to face anything. How could he not be impressed when they were firm in their belief in each other? He wasn't okay with the whole thing, but he would accept it as it was. He wasn't that much of a son of a bitch, after all.

Serai watched the gears turn as some understanding donned in her adopted father's eyes. He was going to accept things as they were, but it didn't mean he totally supported her decision. Now, if only Rajah wouldn't kill Jackson after he found out that they had basically known each other for a few days or so and on very strange terms. She sighed internally as the question she dreaded was finally asked.

"How did you two meet?"​
 
Jackson squeezed Serai's hand once, then looked Rajah for a moment and chuckled.

"Funny thing; we met entirely by accident. I mean, seriously, neither one of us ever expected to run into another Westerner in the middle of India, right? But we met, and we started talking, and getting to know each other, and one thing led to another and..." He paused and sighed and looked down, still smiling. "Well, let's just say I'm no stranger to life-altering incidents. Sometimes you're faced with a choice, and either way you go, it's going to change you irrevocably. I've gone down that road before and..." Now he looked over at Serai, squeezing her hand again, and then bringing it up to his lips to kiss the back of it gently. "...And this time, this time I made the right choice. This time, it's something glorious."

He looked back over at Rajah, looking him straight in the eye. He hoped he was giving off a "man to man" sort of feel with that, not a "primal challenge" sort of thing that would lead to his throat being ripped out. "We met as anyone meets: by accident. But I know what you're really asking, and the answer is yes. Yes I'm committed, yes I know what I've gotten into, yes I accept her and her world. Your world. And no, you knowing all the details isn't going to change any of that."

He looked over at Serai, gazing into her lovely eyes, and nodding. He'd said what he wanted to say; if she wanted to fill in any details, that was up to her, as it was her "family," not his. But he had told it like he saw it, and he meant every word.
 
Serai listened to Jackson and the words he spoke, following his speech with precision as she looked at Rajah and gauged his reactions. He seemed all right for the moment and was actually listening for once. She knew what Jackson was trying to convey, that he was sorry to some of the things that had happened that he had committed and was saying that Serai was the best decision he had made. She felt her cheeks flush as she looked to him with a soft smile. It was the sweetest way anyone could have said that she was good for him. Her ego swelled in the slightest, but she wouldn't let it go to her head. Her attention turned back to Rajah as he seemed to contemplate saying something or not. She felt Jackson's eyes swivel towards her and so she turned her head and looked at him. The emotion she saw made her grin like a cat with all the cream before Rajah's voice broke through her little world.

"You have made a solid argument....I thought I would be able to pick out certain flaws in order to get you to leave, but you are much more charming than you appear."

Rajah chuckled in the slightest before he extended a hand towards Jackson. He wasn't completely pleased with the man, but he was impressed by how well he stuck by Serai and put all the facts upfront. He hadn't smelled a lie and so the man was good in his book as far as he was concerned.

"Welcome to the family."​
 
The rest of Rajah's visit went guardedly well. Jackson let Serai do most of the talking, although he was quite willing to speak about his background and history when asked. He actually told a few good stories about his doctoring days; emergency room tales always seem to get a laugh, after all. And he planted the seeds with regard to his idea of doing voluntary research and general clinic work for shapeshifters, through a couple of casual offhanded questions about illnesses amongst the community and a later comment about hoping he could get back to working, helping people. Rajah was being similarly guarded, and so nothing of significance was decided.

He let Serai do the talking as regards their recent interactions. They talked about how much they cared for each other, and it was all true. But he didn't know how much was safe to admit about the truth of their meeting, so he let her handle it.

After a little while, he excused himself and left the warehouse, leaving the two shapeshifters to talk with each other. He had to get to the bank, and maybe make a few other purchases.

He returned a time later, not sure if he'd find Rajah still there or not, but he could sense even from the street that Serai was still there. He didn't know if that was his own wishful thinking, or what, but he felt like he could tell where she was and how she was feeling. Maybe he just wanted to believe that; he didn't know what the limits of this "connection" he definitely felt were, but he was hoping to find out.

Opening the door, he looked around in the main room, carrying in two heaping woven shopping bags, one in each hand.
 
Serai and Rajah talked about the last five years or so that they had spent apart. They spoke about the rising panic amongst the shifters as the technology of the human race grew more and more advanced with every year. It was going to be a lot harder to explain certain things, even with witches to clean up the messes. The preternatural creatures weren't ready to be exposed just yet, and still had some things to plan out in order to unveil themselves. It would take a long while to get well-prepared before someone jumped on the wagon and exposed them all without their control. But Rajah left shortly after that part of the conversation, leaving her some contact numbers in case she needed a better hide-out. She thanked him and then crashed on the couch for a little while, waiting for Jack to come home.

When the door creaked open, she cracked open an eye to look upon her mate. She felt a tingle of awareness as she looked at him with the shopping bags. She sniffed, loving the smell of food and something...else. She smelled some foreign things in his bag and she wondered what they were. She didn't get up from the couch, however. She was curious, but too relaxed to move.

"Need any help, love?"

Serai asked lightly as she opened both eyes and stretched out her entire body.​
 
He grinned at her, letting the door swing shut behind him. "I love how you call me 'love.' It feels right to me." He crossed over to the coffee table, looking around. "Since you were napping, I presume Rajah took off? I didn't mean to take so long, but there's a few things I wanted to get..."

He pulled a newspaper out of one bag and spread it on the table as protection, then from the other bag he pulled several paper and cardboard boxes with greasy paper and steaming food. "Just a few things from the sidewalk cafes up the street; I thought after last night, you could still use some food to recharge your batteries. This is just for now. This..." and here he pulled out a more conventional plastic shopping bag and set it to the side, "...is something I'm going to cook for you later. I have only a few skills, but I want to show off what I do know."

He took out a plain thin-cardboard box and put it to the side as well, then turned to Serai with both of the remaining woven carry-bags in hand. "And this... this is what I mainly went out for." And he stood and dumped them on the floor between the couch and the coffee table. Stack after bound stack of bills, Indian rupees, spilled out, the zeroes on the corners showing they were high-denomination. There were the equivalent of thousands, hundreds of thousands, of American dollars raining down on her floor. "The U.S. government is generous, don't you think?"
 
She purred lightly in the back of her throat, just loud enough for him to hear her, showing her approval of how her words pleased him. She nodded at the question of whether Rajah was around as she yawned and stretched out again. She sat up slightly and sniffed, smelling the hot food and the grease. She hadn't eaten hot food from the cafes in a very long time, and she couldn't stop herself from rising to inhale more of that delicious scent. But still, nothing compared to how Jackson smelled to her. She picked out his scent and felt the stirrings of arousal, making her purr a little louder. But she behaved herself as she leaned towards the food. She turned her eyes up to look at Jackson when he spoke about cooking for her later. She smiled broadly with a faint blush, having no lover to ever cook for her before. She couldn't wait for whatever he cooked up.'

Her eyes narrowed as she watched with open-mouthed awe at the money that spilled all over the floor. She couldn't stop herself from standing abruptly, the move made graceful even in its haste. She looked from the money to Jackson and back again. Serai had never been prone to indulge herself, nor had she ever seen that much money except in digital form long ago. She let out a low whistle as she brushed back her hair and stared at her mate.

"That is....that's a fucking lot of money."

Her slight accent that was usually unapparent slipped in when she spoke as she grinned up at him before her expression turned thoughtful.

"It isn't traceable, is it?"​
 
"As I understand Indian banking and money tracking laws: no. Completely untraceable. I have a little bit in dollars, and some in euros, and some in Australian dollars, but most is in rupees, so we'll just have to spread it around if we have to change it back to cash. I got the largest denominations that commonly get carried overseas..." He stopped talking, just letting it all sink in.

Coming around the coffee table, Jackson literally waded in the pile of money to come over and embrace Serai, smiling at her and bending his head to kiss her deeply. She sent fire shooting through his body, again, and always, and he wondered if he'd ever get used to the sensation; he knew he'd never get blase about it, but would it ever cease to electrify him?

When he came up for air, he grinned again. "Point me to your kitchen, so I can put these things away, and dig in to lunch. I'll join you when I've stowed dinner."
 
Serai listened to him intently as she looked at all the money. She couldn't help but let out another whistle and a deep breath. This was just too much. But at least they wouldn't be hurting if they needed to run. She knew of a good way to stow the money, and if they ever needed to hide it somehow, there were diamond sellers and the like to which they could convert the money to more manageable means. She sighed when Jack embraced her, her eyes instantly latching onto his face as he bent and kissed her. Her little spark of arousal from before burst into flame from the feel of his lips. She purred, feeling pleasure from the kiss. She wondered if things would be like this always. If they would never tire of each other.

She let out a soft sigh of bliss when he pulled back, her eyes dark with lust. When he spoke, it dulled her hormones in the slightest, but she wasn't going to leave him alone for long. She smiled and nodded, leading him to the kitchen.

"Don't take too long.."

She said with a breathy undertone. She went to the hot food that was still on the coffee table and sniffed before grabbing plates and silverware from the kitchen and setting them on the table. She grabbed the food and started opening stuff, sniffing for what she liked most. She wouldn't start eating until Jackson was at the table, but still, she was tempted.​
 
It was a simple matter to stow the perishables in the icebox and find a place for the food that could sit on the countertop, and then he was at her side, picking over the tasty treats. There was a lot of meats, as he knew she was largely carnivorous, but he'd made sure to pick up some fresh buns from a bakery, and one can rarely go wrong with fried foods. Candied fruits would make a fine dessert.

"I thought we should have a celebratory feast," he said, murmuring into her hair, nuzzling her as they filled their plates with local treats. "It's a bit like our wedding, isn't it? Or is there more of a ceremony with shifters? Or... just with you." He grinned. "I think we can afford whatever style of wedding you would like..."
 
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