Hey everyone,
New chapter up and this one will again be in Carmelita's POV. I know she's been the main character for almost the entire story already, but while there might be some more of Sly's POV once the actual heists and all that stuff – which I plan to make real soon – is the current topic of training more Carmelita based than Sly.
Hope you understand,
Venquine1990
PS. Credits For This Story Go To Kitty Petro
PS. WARNING: MATURE THOUGHTS IN CHAPTER! WARNING!
Carmelita's POV
It's been a couple of weeks now since my family and I stopped as Interpol workers and started our lives as Master Thieves in Training. None of us have yet been able to perform the stealth training Sly puts us through every morning to perfection, but by this time have all of us been able to reach the chair before he hears us.
We have also set up a new schedule for chores that, before all of this, had been shared between just Sly, Bentley and Murray, yet after three days at training, did mum almost demand that she gets to help along in more than just being company and a good student, something that had made the three Master Thieves feel a little stupid.
We had all sat down over this and we had actually agreed on a Name-Base schedule that was centered around our first name and would make it so that, while Sly, Bentley and Murray kept the meal chores, other chores such as keeping the house clean and checking to see if the beds were made were divided under my family and Guru.
The chores would switch between person for every day and would be ordered in me, Cheren, Guru, Helena, dad and finally mum before I would be next the day after her and the schedule would restart. Everyone had been very happy with this and Sly had apologized for not thinking about incorporating us into their life schedules.
Other than that and training had not a whole lot happened, other than that a few times in the last week, Bentley had taken Sly and Murray apart from the rest of us and had apparently found something on his computer, something he told us we just weren't yet ready for as we had only started our training a little under three weeks ago.
Cheren hadn't been happy with this, but Bentley had let Sly take him apart and Sly had taken him to the Hazard room where he had shown Cheren a challenge court that was similar to the location their topic of discussion was based at. Cheren had been shocked at seeing this and had shaken his head when Sly asked him:
"Tell me, do you think you can handle something like this without thinking like a cop?" And that message had really hit home with us, making us all realize that, while we were now training to be master thieves, it would definitely take some time for us to get the mentality of one, no matter how well we practiced.
Sly had then taken us all for a little test through the Hazard Room, which had been build in such a way only a real Master Thief could pass through it and to my slight disappointment had mum made it further than any of us as Cheren, dad, Helena and I had all reverted back to our Interpol Mentality due to failing the test halfway through.
Sly had been neither disappointed, nor surprised and he had told us that this was only to be expected. We had all come from years working in a completely opposite world and those years needed time to adjust and adapt to the new situation and environment. "You can't expect a cat to bark or a police to turn into a thief within a day."
Sly had told us and we had all felt our aggravation over failing the test vanish at hearing these words. Still, I had been unable to keep myself from visiting Sly's room that same night and give his tail a good bit of treatment, telling my beloved ringtail that it was my way to apologize for losing myself to my temper like I had.
Sly had purred and moaned at feeling me treat his tail like I did and had told me that my temper was one of the things he loved about me. That it was one of the things that had made our time together on heists that much more enjoyable, a statement that had slightly annoyed yet also greatly amused me at the same time.
This last event is now three days ago and, after taking a long shower and getting dressed in my new training outfit – one I actually haven't worn in years, but that Bentley fixed up for me – do I head down to the kitchen, my eyes spotting Sly at the stove and my excitement getting the better of me as I can't help but think:
"This might be my chance to actually pass that stealth test of his." And after taking a good look at the floor in front of me, do I spot the few dents in the tiles and the tiles in the floor that don't look as if they're fully stuck to the floor itself and while making sure not to step anywhere near these tricky little buggers, do I sneak over.
I step over one of the tiles that looks as if it will crunch if I step on it and – to make sure I can really surprise the cooking Raccoon – do I take a detour through the kitchen, going around the table to make sure Sly really can't see me as the window near him is reflecting the wall next to the kitchen door and part of the door itself.
I work my hardest not to tremble and to – at every step – quickly gaze down to make sure I put my foot right before looking back at Sly to see if he heard or noticed me yet, but the Raccoon seems heavenly content with what's he's baking and while excitement fills me up at the idea to finally pass, do I then spot something.
Only five steps away from Sly do I suddenly see how his tail is actually swishing as if delighted by something and instantly I remember what Sly said about the appendage. I look from it to Sly and then spot it. That smirk that is on the Ringtail's face as his eyes aren't aimed for the pan before him – but a spoon dangling from the wall.
"Good morning, gorgeous." Sly then mutters softly and I curse the fact that he must have seen me approach from the silvery surface of the spoon before Sly turns his face back to his pan and says: "You really are getting better. My tail had a hard time defining whether or not it was really you that was approaching."
Yet these words shock me and I ask: "Really?" Sly then sends me a hard, loving look, the strength of his gaze shocking me as he says: "My tail definitely did, but my other senses are a different story. You might want to start wearing different scents of perfume, my darling, that scent you currently have is so you, it's too familiar."
At this I raise an eyebrow and lean against a chair as I say: "Sly, I'm not wearing any perfume. I only shower with scented shampoo when I wash my hair and I do that every other day, which includes yesterday." At this Sly hums and asks: "Are you sure?" To which I nod and the man turns back to his cooking as he says:
"Then we have a serious problem on our hands, gorgeous, because the musk that you emit by yourself is one I can smell all the way here and that while I'm making buttered cream for the waffles that are in the stove." This shocks me and I stutter as I ask: "But – but how do I emit a musk? I – I never did in my entire life."
But then Sly says: "Yes, you did. I always smelled it just after feeling my tail starting to respond to your presence. It's one of the reasons I sometimes used less of my speed than I really could, I wanted to take a whiff of it before escaping your sexy captivity." And while this shocks me do I ask: "How – how long have you been able to?"
At this Sly actually taps the fur on his chin with the handle of the stirring pole he's using and he says: "I – I think I took my first whiff of it – eeeehm? Ah, I remember, when I had you in my arms and we were escaping Interpol after the Contessa had been arrested." But then we both stop moving as we must both realize something.
"The Clockwerk Eyes. They – they must have somehow affected me, after all. They didn't put me under the Contessa's control, but – but why would they give me some kind of natural musk instead?" I ask, fear running through me as that was the first time I had actually been truly afraid of what a criminal could do to me.
Sly is still looking at the wall where the spoon is dangling from, his hands stiff over the pan he's holding and the stirring of the cream having stopped as he seems deep in thought about something before he sighs and says: "I'll make sure Bentley checks you over once breakfast's finished. Don't worry, Carmelita, we'll fix this."
And while the worried tone in his voice doesn't do much for my own now frayed nerves, do I nod and take my seat, trying not to think of what else that Contessa could have unleashed within me if she had had the chance. This makes me put my head in my hands and causes for my lower arms to tremble as fear courses through me.
Then I release a small yelp of shock as I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder, the yelp causing whoever touched me to scream as well and when I look up, do I see Bentley panting in his wheelchair with a startled look on his face as he says: "Geesh Carmelita, I didn't mean to startle you. You really were deep in thought, weren't you?"
But I shake my head and say: "Not deep in thought, Bentley, as more lost in my own fear." The turtle looks confused and Sly softly says: "We just discovered that her having been captured and almost mind-controlled by the Contessa for some reason made her capable of emitting a really deliciously smelling musk."
He smiles at the end, obviously with the intent to make me feel better about the development, but then Bentley asks: "What do you mean, a deliciously smelling musk? The only scent I've smelled coming from her is from that shampoo she took from her old place." This makes me look from Bentley in shock to the others and I ask:
"Are any of you smelling anything?" But all of those around me shake their heads and I look to Sly, my eyes asking him: "How are you the only one smelling my musk?" Yet it seems as if Sly already has the solution, if the thoughtful look in his brown eyes is anything to go by and while hoping he does, do I hear him whisper:
"Maybe it wasn't the Contessa." And just those five words make me feel as if a weight of fear has been lifted off my shoulders before Bentley asks: "If it wasn't the Contessa, then what caused Carmelita's musk, Sly?" And while everyone now looks between the Raccoon and me in worry, does Sly ask me:
"When you were in my arms and we were escaping from Neyla and her newly appointed case – what went through your mind?" This, while the memories of those weeks are ones I would rather forget, makes me look down at the plate of waffles with buttered cream and some strawberries as I try to remember my thoughts.
"Well, at first I was just furious that Neyla had gotten promoted so quickly. Then, as we saw them starting to look for me and you grabbed me to take me out of their sight, did I feel as if Barkley had sunk lower than he ever could. And – and when you were holding me with that happy grin on your face – well –."
I then turn to the thoughtful looking Raccoon, his amber brown eyes mesmerizing me before I say: "It was the first time I started realizing that you always treated me way better than anyone I ever worked with." Making Sly smile before he sighs, leans back on his chair with his arms behind his head and says: "I knew it."
Everyone looks at him and he says: "It's our bond. The bond I share with Carmelita is one that had been blocked because the both of us were more interested in our own professions than in really seeing if we could make things work. When Carmelita became a fugitive, I easily accepted it as I loved being able to help her.
Because she at the same time accepted that there was something between us, did the block that kept us separated weaken, causing for everything that happened since, including for Carmelita to emit a natural musk that is meant to draw in and be smelled only by the one man she has been meant for since the day she was born."
This makes everyone smile at the two of us, while I personally feel relieved of the last of the worries and feel my heart beating several miles per hour quicker than usual, the feelings I can almost feel coming just from the way Sly talks making me feel warm inside and out and making me smile at the amazing Raccoon in deep love.
Sly smiles back, his amber brown eyes warm with love and his smile the usual playful smirk that always gets under my skin and makes me feel touched and – sometimes – slightly annoyed as he lowers his voice to a much warmer tone, making it so that everyone can clearly hear the love in his heart as he says:
"I always knew it, you know. I always knew you were meant for me. I knew you were special when I first met you. I knew I loved you when you helped me at Krack-Karov. I knew we could be together when you and I had our fun in the Chopper. And I knew you were meant for me when you proved I had a Lover's Achilles Heel."
And while the memory of how Sly first reacted when I started rubbing his tail again flashes through my mind with pleasure, do I try not to feel aroused by what he had told me after I made the agreement with him of what I could do if he were to want and tend to my hair again. Yet it seems as if Sly is onto my thoughts after all.
The look he now gives me, trying to hide it from the rest by taking a sip from his glass, sends a shiver of pure pleasure running down my spine, makes me fight my hardest not to have my fur bristle in arousal and makes my tail twitch with the need to make that look become reality while I feel my breath hitching in my throat.
"That he can affect you so easily. How on earth did you ever think you were supposed to catch him? He caught you long before you even stood a chance to catch him and you know it." A soft husky voice – that I have been hearing more and more since moving in with Sly – then whispers in my ear and makes me shiver yet again.
"Are you okay, gorgeous?" Sly then calmly asks me, the way he peacefully works his way through his meal only betrayed by the smallest hint of a playful smirk that appears and disappears from his muzzle, making me shocked as I realize that he actually hitched me up on purpose and while fighting the voice within, do I say:
"Fine, and breakfast's delicious as always, Sly." But then Bentley asks: "How do you know, you didn't even eat yet." Only for me to realize that the turtle is right and that my whole plate is still full. Still, because I don't feel like sharing what just transpired between me and Sly, do I instead send a glare Bentley's way and ask:
"Do you doubt Sly's cooking?" Making the turtle turn red and take a bite himself. Relieved that the attention is away from awkward thoughts and uncomfortable situations, do I decide to put action to my words and start to eat, hoping I can just distract myself from what Sly just tried by enjoying what he has made for us.
Sly's POV
"Make her yours. You know you want to. She's right there. You're the Cooper Leader. You deserve to be with your woman. You said it yourself, she's meant for you. Prove it. Have her. You know she wants it. Just look at how distracted she is. Now's your chance. You waited so long, why are you waiting now?"
The nagging voice that has been in my head since Carmelita joined the Gang asks me, making me hate how I behaved earlier as I had only wanted to satisfy the blasted little whispers, not entice them to become stronger and more demanding. Yet while I hate to give the voice right, do I still spare Carmelita a glance.
The vixen is seated at the chair besides mine with one of her legs wrapped tightly over the other, the way her left upper leg moves against her right making me know that my heated gaze had more effect on the fox than I had intended and the way that there is a faint red hue on her cheeks and her fur is ruffling proving this all the more.
However, while I feel bad for having ruined my beloved's morning by giving her signs that I just don't feel ready for myself, can I not help my own hormones either or the way that they affect me as I keep looking at her, the way that she seems desperate for some relief making images run through my mind that I know are just too soon.
"How can you say that? You waited five years for her. She's the blessing to your Achilles Heel. You know that has secondary effects on her, so use them. You know you want it and you can see how desperately she wants it. You're meant for each other and meant to continue the Cooper Line. So what are you waiting for?"
The voice returns and I try not to growl loud enough to let anyone know of my inner conflicts as I ask: "Would anyone be against it if I did some private training before we start today's lessons?" And while the voice in my head screams at me in utter disbelief, does no one object and do I focus back on finishing my meal.
Carmelita's POV
I don't really know what it is, but something about the way that Sly spoke just now concerns me and when I take a closer look, do I see that his eyes are too focused on finishing his meal to be normal. Wondering what could be bothering my Ringtail, do I make sure to enjoy my meal and eat with his haste at the same time.
Mum and Sly then move over to do the dishes and when that's done, does Sly excuse himself, telling my parents they can use the Treasure Cove to learn about past heists from Bentley and Murray if they so desire before he moves over, his whole body tense and proving me how he's apparently holding back on something.
Wondering how my Ringtail could have changed from the easygoing man that was making breakfast this morning to this tensed-up fighter that he seems to be now, do I wait a few minutes, in which the others move to the living room, before using everything Sly taught us about stealth to silently follow after him.
My worries are then increased as Sly seems too intend on his training and distracted by his own thoughts to realize he kept the staircase door open, making it so no one can go upstairs if they want to without closing it first and I decide to just leave it like that myself as closing it might actually alert Sly to my presence.
This, while on one hand makes me feel as if I am getting some hands-on field experience here, makes me wish it was in a different kind of situation as the way that Sly is now growling and softly snarling at himself makes me worry for what could be going through the mind of the one man who has helped me in so many ways.
Sly enters the Hazard Room and actually activates the training course that proved my siblings and me how we still had a long way to go, his whole body moving with tenseness as he runs through the course and while before I often saw him taking on courses like this with great enjoyment, do I now miss that feeling coming from him.
This only further proves me that something's wrong and when Sly is halfway down the course and standing on a large set of crates that are stacked together like a staircase, do I shout: "SLY, STOP!" Making the Raccoon turn to me, his eyes widening when he sees me and he quickly takes the course back my way.
Arriving near me, does he slowly approach me, sweating more than I could have expected of him and proving me all the more that he is both doing the course and fighting some inner kind of battle and when he asks: "Carmelita, what – what are you doing here?" Do I put all of the concern I feel growing in me in my voice as I say:
"I saw your demeanor change at breakfast and heard the strange tenseness in your voice. It worried me, because you were so at ease and relaxed when making breakfast and it didn't seem as if anything bad happened during breakfast, so I – I just had to follow you. And – and you were so distracted, you didn't even close the staircase door."
The Raccoon looks shocked at this and then sighs as he says: "You're right, of course. There – there is something that's been bothering me and – and I'm impressed that you noticed. I've been fighting it since you joined the team." This shocks and hurts me, but Sly is quick to notice this as he softly puts his hand against my cheek.
"Nothing against you, gorgeous, I love that you joined us, I really do. I love you, remember?" And while these words are spoken with an easy air and nature, can I tell that Sly doesn't just utter them to anyone and everyone, which makes the words warm me up from the inside and calm down some of my nerves before I ask:
"So – what's wrong?" The raccoon sighs and says: "It's my instincts." This worries me and I ask: "You're not able to pull enough heists now that you're so busy training me and my family." But the shocked look that shows on Sly's face proves me wrong before he asks: "Are you crazy? My instincts revel in training you lot."
This alone relieves me, while the happy excited tone with which he speaks makes me feel giddy from within and he says: "I really do, Carmelita, and so do Bentley and Murray. Now that they have their own canes, training for our Big Heist on Kaine Island is something they're even more excited about than ever before."
Which is something I know is definitely true as Bentley either helps Sly with the courses he needs for us or uses them to train himself, Murray and sometimes Guru, whenever the little Koala believes himself better capable of keeping up with the training of the two instead of my family and then I ask: "So then what's wrong?"
And Sly sighs again, making me realize that the Raccoon had actually tried to distract me and he asks: "You know I'm the last of the Cooper line, right?" I nod at my partner, worried as he doesn't speak of it with his usual pride and strength and he says: "So, if you were to word it different, you could say, the Cooper future depends on me."
Another nod is my response to him, while the way he now hangs his head makes me wonder if something could have happened to his physique during one of our missions and then suddenly Sly asks: "Carmelita, how – how far along do you believe our relationship stands?" Shocking and highly confusing me as he asks.
I take a step back in shock, but then, when I feel unable to answer the question as it confuses me just too much in combination with our current topic and Sly sighs upon seeing this before he says: "Because my – my instincts – well, they – they're just much further developed than I believe our relationship to be at this point."
And finally do I realize what could be bothering the Ringtail before me, making me turn a really dark red as I can't help but remember the few horny nights I have been spending in my room the last few weeks – and even a few before I joined the gang – where I wouldn't dream of my training, but rather my actual bond with Sly.
"You – you want to consummate our relationship." I whisper softly, but Sly shakes his head and says: "No! No, I don't. Not yet! We've only just got together and I don't want this bond to be based on mutual physical affection alone. I want us to have a real base of loyalty, devotion and love before we take that step."
Yet while Sly's words touch my heart and make it soar with love and respect for my beloved Ringtail, do they also remind me of one of my more recent dreams where Sly would whisper what he thought was pretty or sweet or otherwise attractive about my form before using his lips, tongue and touches to prove his words true.
Remembering what Dream-Sly told me that night makes me even more attracted to the real-life Raccoon in front of me, until suddenly Sly groans in frustration and when he asks: "I'm turning you on, aren't I?" Do I again turn red before remembering that Sly can actually smell some sort of natural musk that I emit.
Feeling a little embarrassed that this scent is letting Sly know of what is going through my head at the current moment, do I take a deep breath before I say: "You've been turning me on long before I joined your gang, Sly. And – and sometimes just looking at you, the way you move and behave – is enough to make me want you."
At this Sly closes his eyes in frustration, even if a smooth, confident smirk grows on his face at the same time, but then I move closer, take his cheek in my hand and say: "We're not ready for what our bodies want, Sly, and I understand how that frustrates you. It frustrated me that I had to continue treating you badly all these years."
This makes the frustration leave Sly's eyes, replacing it with gratitude before he whispers: "I still can't quite believe you trusted in me enough to behave like that and depend on me that way. That really means a lot to me, Carmelita." And while I feel a little more of my guilt ebb away thanks to his words, do I happily say:
"I do trust you, Sly, and I want you to trust me. So next time those instincts of you rise up, just let me know and we'll work out a way together for you to release that tension inside yourself, okay? At least that way, you'll be able to enjoy courses like this like you usually do." I then end my little bit of advice and Sly laughs at hearing this.
He then pulls me close and puts his face in my neck, making me tilt my head a little to make sure he can have better access to the spot his muzzle is pressed against and when I feel wind being blown his way rushing through my fur, does a shiver run down my entire spine at the thought of Sly sniffing at my new natural musk.
This makes me shiver in the arms that hold me so lovingly and Sly starts to purr softly, before he harshly pulls back and I push back the feeling of being rejected as the look of intense focus on Sly's face proves me that he is fighting his own instincts yet again, making me amazed at how strongly the inner Raccoon actually wants me.
Then I remember another thing that is part of Sly's inner Raccoon and smile while letting one of my hands softly glide down his spine to his tail, but Sly stops me and whispers: "Carmelita, gorgeous. Please, anything but that. If you touch or stroke my tail now that I am holding back so strongly, you will break my focus."
This worries and slightly hurts me and I ask: "Is – is there any other way I can help you?" And the simple, charming smile that appears on Sly's face calms my worries as he says: "There is. Let's head for your room." And while wondering what could be done there, do I nod and lovingly follow my leader and boyfriend.
Sly waits for me at the staircase up and closes it, allowing us to head up to the second floor where he quickly dashes into his own room to pull out another CD before he leads me to my own, a smile growing on my face yet again as walking into this amazing place and knowing Sly build it himself always warms me from within.
Sly then moves over to the little stereo set I had taken with me from my old place and while part of me wonders if someone else has taken residence there now, do I shake that thought away, not really caring either way before suddenly the one song I have loved my entire life starts to sound , Sly turning to me as he turns it on.
Look into my eyes - you will see
What you mean to me
Search your heart - search your soul
And when you find me there you`ll search no more
At this the Ringtail walks over to me, his hand asking me to dance and while the idea to dance with the same man that made my night at Rajan's party so divinely amazing, do I bow my head in thanks before taking his hand, the way that his eyes search mine with love and then captivate me with his gaze making me sigh as I dance.
Don`t tell me it`s not worth tryin` for
You can`t tell me it`s not worth dyin` for
You know it`s true
Everything I do - I do it for you
At this the music begins to speed up, the sound of the piano and soft wooden guitar being strengthened by a drum set and an electrical guitar and Sly moving along with this, the hand that is holding mine now moving up my shoulder and his other softly strengthening its hold on my waist as he ups the pace of our amazing dance.
Look into my heart - you will find
There`s nothin` there to hide
Take me as I am - take my life
I would give it all I would sacrifice
Don`t tell me it`s not worth fightin` for
I can`t help it there`s nothin` I want more
Ya know it`s true
Everything I do - I do it for you
At this point the sound of the electrical guitar overpowers that of all the other instruments, giving the amazing love song a powerful boost and while, at the last line Sly had extended me so that only one of our hands were touching before pulling me back and bedazzling me with a loving gaze, does he now open his mouth and sing:
There`s no love - like your love
And no other - could give more love
There`s nowhere - unless you`re there
All the time - all the way
And just by the amazing strength that I can hear coming from Sly's voice as he sings do I realize that, incredible instincts or not, Sly loves me like no one has ever loved me before and in his heart he knows that I share that love for him as well. This makes tears shine in my eyes and I happily lie my head on his chest.
Sly pulls me so that his arms are now around my waist, both of them linked together over my back and his muzzle softly caresses my hair as we dance, staying where we are and just sliding around on our united axis as the song is only instrumental shortly before the lead singer comes back up and Sly sings along once more.
Oh- you can't tell me it`s not worth tryin` for
I can`t help it there`s nothin` I want more
I would fight for you - I`d lie for you
Walk the wire for you - Ya I`d die for you
At this point, Sly actually holds the last tone longer than the lead singer, his voice sharp and strong and filled with the power he feels in his heart, which hits mine and makes me glad that I am in his sturdy grasp as I feel my body almost sagging against his own by the incredible strength of all the emotions he conveys to me.
Then, like the lead singer, does Sly lower his voice and while his love is now more evident to hear than before, do I feel a shiver of delight and pleasure run down my spine as Sly actually moves his head back to lie against my neck, his breath tickling the fur on my neck and shoulder in a pleasant manner as he sings.
Ya know it`s true
Everything I do - I do it for you
And with those words does Sly stop our dance, the CD going onto another song without either of us caring as I feel myself encased, not just by Sly's arms and his face in my neck, but by the words he just sung and the deep emotions he conveyed to me as he sung, as if another Sly, this one spiritual, is hugging me from my back.
The feeling of being encased by two Sly Coopers makes me shiver in pleasure and serenity and makes most of my muscles, bar those that I have been using for my training this morning, relax as I feel warm, safe and deeply loved, something I had been losing belief in I could feel after that terrible meeting in Interpol's cafeteria.
Yet Sly seems to sense that not all of my muscles are relaxed yet and whispers: "Want another massage, my love?" Making me shiver at feeling his breath tickle my skin again, while the idea of having those powerful fingers rub and move over my body makes that same voice as the one I heard this morning come up again:
"Yes, let him. Let him touch you. Let him move you. Let him bond to you. You know you want it. Just let him. You've wanted a man like him your entire life. He's the last of his line and you're meant for him. You know what you should do. Entice him to do it. You know you want to. Your body wants it. What are you waiting for?"
And while I feel my body responding to the things suggested by the voice, do I mentally whisper back: "Sly doesn't want this and I respect that. He and I share a bond of respect and that will keep you crushed until the time is right." And while these words seem to silence the voice, do I take a deep breath and mutter:
"Maybe a massage will be good. Training keeps my muscles a little more tense than I guess is good for me and – well – it's not just your instincts that are driving you on." This seems to shock Sly and I take another deep breath as I say: "I've been having this stupid voice in my head spurring me on since I joined the team.
It's constantly trying to use any and all situations where you and I are together to entice me into – well, you know." The Raccoon nods and turns a little sad as he says: "Are we really like that, Carmelita? Are we really nothing more than animals that can't have a relationship without lusting after each other?"
But I shake my head at him, my earlier thoughts making me feel confident and strong as I say: "There's nothing wrong with wanting one another, Sly, but you and I, we share something much stronger. We respect each other and that respect is much stronger than any instinct we may have due to our natural instincts."
At this Sly smiles, the pain he had in his eyes earlier gone from his gaze and I lock my gaze with his as I lie one hand on his cheek and say: "After all, you and I have been in love long before I moved here and if you wanted it, you know you could easily overpower me and take me as you please – but you don't and that's what matters."
And these words seem to say everything to my beloved Raccoon as his whole face lights up, his ears pointed up straight and his eyes shining like pure amber as he looks at me and he happily presses his lips against mine, the way that he kisses me making me purr as my tail twists and turns in sheer delight at being kissed so lovingly.
"You are one amazing woman, Carmelita Montoya Fox, and I am ever so thankful that you are mine." Sly then whispers as we part for air and I smile at him before he, using the easy-going tone that I love so much about him, pulls me to my bed and asks: "So, how about that massage, my gorgeous vixen?" Making me laugh as I lie down.
Eight pages, enough!
Wow, so both Sly and Carmelita have a little voice in their head, created by their natural animalistic instincts that spurs them on into officially claiming each other as their own, yet their respect and care for the other is keeping them from actually doing this as they only just started dating. Good for them, right?
Anyway, next chapter will be Sly's POV, will start right where this chapter ended and will describe the massage and a few other events that might take place, including – I hope – a new bit of training. I say I hope, because I'm not entirely certain what this will be yet, but hopefully I will have some ideas by the time of the next chapter.
Hope you enjoy,
Venquine1990
PS. IN REGARDS TO THE SONG - I OWN NOTHING AND MAKE NO MONEY OF IT WHATSOEVER! THE SONG BELONGS TO THE RESPECTIVE BAND AND SO DO ALL RIGHTS TO SAID SONG!
