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Chapter 2

Allowing himself to be taken over by the glorious sensations the human female was causing in him, Scar leaned into her amazing fingers. Even a lioness' tongue didn't feel that good. Slumping over, he rested his head in her lap. A soft, happy sound issued from her and she began to run her nimble fingers through his mane methodically; gently pulling out sticks and burs and untangling any clumps or knots.

Shifting, he nudged his head against her stomach and knocked her over gently. He smelled the fear on her as she looked up at him, wide-eyed. Leaning down, he gave her a reassuring lick under her chin and laid his head across her chest. Sighing, her hands came up carefully and tangled in his mane again. Closing his eyes, Scar wondered exactly what to do with the girl.

Her persistence to be near him and even touch him despite her fear of him had intrigued him ever since he'd approached her the night before. Most people screamed, wet themselves, or ran. She'd just watched. So what was his plan? The girl would want to go home. Humans didn't live with lions. Certainly not lions like him, who didn't even live with other lions. Huffing in frustration, he felt her shift underneath him.

"Be still," he commanded, rubbing his chin against her, "It's day, we must sleep."

Knowing she didn't understand him, he was surprised when she relaxed and actually seemed to be trying to get some sleep. Scar decided to think more about her future when the sun went down. He always thought better at night. The day made his mind cloudy and slow. Listening to her gentle breathing, Scar fell asleep.

Waking to the familiar sounds of other lions, Scar's ears pricked up as he lifted his head. Sniffing, he laid a paw on the girls chest as she stirred and tried to sit up. The smells and voices of the lions made Scar groan. A hunting party from his brother's pride, lead by none other than Sarabi, Mufasa's mate.

"Get up," he stood and nudged the girl with his nose.

With a questioning grunt, she stood and glanced the direction he had been staring.

Growling, he shoved his shoulder against her to get her moving, "Get going! They can't find you."

Seeming to piece together that some sort of danger was behind her, the girl quickly jogged ahead of him into the longer grass on the other side of the watering hole. Making much more noise than Scar would have liked but at least moving quickly, she kept going until he bounded in front of her.

"That's far enough," he looked behind her, knowing the hunters would catch their scent and hoping they wouldn't bother following. His human pet would be just one more thing for all of them to laugh at him for. Not to mention the danger she would be in. Lions usually didn't make it a habit of eating humans, but if she was important to Scar in some way, the others might make an exception.

Pulling him out of his dark thoughts, the girl brushed a hand down his back nonchalantly. Flinching in surprise at the familiarity of the touch, Scar was amazed to find himself eager for her to do it again. Sure enough, her thin, searching fingers swiped down his back, and this time he arched into it.

That same short, happy sound burst forth from her again and he realized she was laughing. Embarrassed, he shook his body, removing her hand, and loped forward a few feet. It was still too bright out to be up and awake, and they had a bit of a walk ahead of them before they reached the next safe spot. Hoping the fruit she had eaten earlier would be enough to hold her over, Scar led the way through the tall, African grass.

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Stopping to catch her breath, Molly bent over, placing her hands on her knees and praying for water soon. A short growl brought her head up to lock eyes with the stare of the dark lion. Gripping her shirt between his teeth, he tugged sharply, ripping a hole in it.

"Oh come on!" Molly couldn't help but react badly. She was tired, hot, lost and scared; and in absolutely no mood to be dragged around Africa by a crazed lion. Slapping his nose away, she had time to think it was a bad idea before he snarled and leaped on her, slamming her into the ground. Wind knocked out of her, Molly fought for breath as the beast loomed over her. Sharp claws dug into her shoulders and tears ran down her cheeks.

Pulling back and slipping off her, the lion hesitated as she sucked in air and let out a sob of pain. Concerned, he came forward, but she scooted away from him, kicking dirt up with one foot, "Leave me alone!"

Sitting back on his haunches, the lion waited until she calmed down. Laying down, he inched forward until he could rest his head across her ankle. Glaring at him, Molly winced as she picked herself up off the ground. Her shoulders burned where he'd hurt her, blood leaking slowly onto her shirt. Ignoring him, she continued on in the direction they had been heading. If he wanted her to get there so badly, she'd go.