"You better watch out!" Terk yelled as he ran through the trees.
Jane was standing nearby, giggling behind the tree that Terk ran past heavily. Although he was much faster than her, she could out-hide him any day. He heard her laugh and started to turn around, so she made a run for it as quietly as possible. She ran for about a minute, looking back when something hard grabbed her and pulled her aside. She snapped her eyes shut, preparing herself for the impact, but felt nothing except warmth. She opened her eyes and looked up at Tarzan, holding her gently against a tree. His eyes shone with excitement and he kissed her lightly on the lips. Then he grabbed her hand and pulled her along with him.
They ran through the brush, but Terk had made it a lot farther than they had expected. He surprised them near the edge of the gorge, but Tarzan was quicker. He grabbed a vine and held his arm out to Jane. She jumped into it and let him swing them across the rocks. He jumped off and landed on the ground, but slid and ended up rolling down the hill, away from the gorge. Tarzan kept his arms around Jane, making sure that she stayed pressed up against him and did not touch the ground. They landed with a thud at the bottom, her laying on top of him.
"You guys are no fun to play tag with!" Terk yelled in the distance.
The two laughed; they always won whatever game they played with Terk. Tarzan brushed the hair out of Jane's face and then froze. She looked down to see what was wrong and realized that her short dress had rumpled with the collision, and the tops of her breasts were visible. Tarzan's breath quickened, and she felt a hard lump against her leg. Her mind started to wander.
"Do you trust me, Tarzan?" she asked.
He looked into her eyes deeply and nodded. "Tarzan trusts Jane."
She sat up and swung a leg over him so that she was in a straddling position. She lifted up his loin cloth and sat down slowly, letting him enter her.
"Jane," Tarzan breathed, taken aback. He had never felt something so wonderful before, so warm and wet.
She repeated the motion, and he asked, "What is this called?"
"It is called sex," she told him. He let his hands rest gently on her hips, and she placed hers on his chest. She continued her motions, moving slow at some points and fast at others. He could feel his enjoyment building up, until finally he let it all out in a grunt.
She moved to swing her leg back over him, but he kept his hands firm against her hips, not letting her move. He sat up and grabbed one of her hands with his, placing their palms together. He liked to do this whenever he experienced any human experience that he hadn't before, to remind himself that he and Jane were the same.
"What is this called?" he asked again.
"I already told you, it's called sex."
"No," he said, using his free hand to cover his heart. "This."
"Oh," Jane said, flustered, tucking a piece of hair behind her hair. "Love. The word you're looking for is love."