xxXCrazy4ChipmunksXxx = What happened to "chu"? It was adorable!
Crazymofo332 = Lol, I didn't want to change genre. I meant I want to write stories with vampires and love and biting and sucking (That's what she said!) in it.
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Simone couldn't believe he just spent half of his day in a room. And he loved it, because he spent the whole time losing his virginity, with his new mate. With he and Carol finally one, nothing could make him happier. Nothing could bring him down. Not this day, and not ever, as long as Carol was with him.
It was amazing. She was amazing. Just passing through childhood, Simone heard mating felt most pleasurable, especially to the male. But when he'd done it with Carol, he realized mating was more than just pleasure. It was... love-filled, primal, and wild, not to mention. He was even surprised when he thought Carol's pleasure surpassed his. Yes, it was a great morning indeed, and it was past noon now. Again, he couldn't believe he just spent half of his day mating with the one he loved the most.
He felt happy, contented. And most of all, he felt whole, complete. And he'd felt all these as soon as he entered Carol, breaking her barrier, making her his. It was painful, but they both thought it was worth it. His heart had broken when he saw the bloodstains on her bed. And Simone swore that would be the last time he'd ever hurt her. Or, rather, it would be the last time in her life she'd ever feel pain.
It was a great morning. The best one he'd had in his life. But sadly, it has to come to an end, at least for now. Aunt Eleanor and Uncle Theodore might be worried, since Carol always wakes up early.
They were both fully dressed when they'd come out of the room. Simone already missed having to touch her bare body, her soft silky fur, her natural scent mixed with sweat and pheromones. He'd been seeing her naked for a long time, that clothes suddenly felt foreign and strange.
Once Carol closed the door and hopped off of the doorknob, Simone snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her close. She giggled in delight. Simone loved it when she made that sound. And he was glad he was the one making her do it.
"That was fun," he said, thinking back at their whole morning private session.
He saw Carol's cute blush. "Don't even start. I'd like to keep this a secret for a while, if you don't mind. I don't know how everyone might react." She looked down and frowned, suddenly, as if trailing off to thoughts. "Especially John."
Simone almost stopped at his tracks at the sound of his brother's name. But he kept walking, trying to look calm. Carol might be his mate now, but he can never shake off the fact that he'd just taken something precious away from his brother. If John knew about this, it would probably hurt him more than anyone could imagine.
He didn't want to hurt John. He still loved his brother, and he was still his best friend. Even if he gained Carol, he refused to lose his brother, his best friend since childhood.
As they walked towards they stairs, they passed by the room Simone shared with his siblings. And just inches away from the door, he stopped, a strange feeling suddenly sensed. Something disturbing. It was in the air.
Carol must have sniffed it too. "Do you smell that?" She asked.
Simone nodded. It was a strange smell mixed with the sensation that struck him us strange, foreign, but familiar at the same time. It smelled exotic, beautiful, like expensive perfume.
It smelled like his sister Jermaine.
Under her scent was something a lot less familiar. But then, he felt like he knew it, too. As if he'd just smelled it not long ago. It was a natural scent, but not sweat. It smelled good, but bad at the same time. He was drawn to it. It reminded him of this morning, the scent all over Carol's room as they mated. The smell that emanated between her thighs.
Pheromones?
These scents were used by females in heat to lure in males. Releasing it was an involuntary action caused by arousal.
Simone brushed it off, thinking that her sister might be in so much arousal that she wanted to stay hidden. He decided to leave before he could take in any more of the smell. But before he could, another familiar scent reached his nose. Unlike Jermaine's perfume and her pheromones, this was more familiar. It was sweat. And it was from a male.
John.
If he was there, that only meant...
Bursting into action, Simone quickly let go of Carol and hopped up to the doorknob. When the door opened, he rushed in towards Jermaine's bed, breathing through his mouth to keep away from her scent.
Jermaine wasn't in her bed. But between hers and John's, Jermaine sat on the hard floor, helpless as her brother groped her body, trailing kisses on her neck while his paw slithered under her skirt.
Jermaine just sat there, eyes clenched close, as if she had no choice but to give in to her arousal. Her arms were wrapped around John, as if pulling him close.
Deciding not to see any more of this, Simone quickly lunged in and pulled John away from Jermaine.
But like a vampire with a blood lust, John broke free from his grip and charged at Jermaine again. Simone yanked the back of his jacket and pushed him to a nearby wall, his arm to his chest.
John growled and struggled, but Simone kept a firm lock of his chest.
When he looked back, Carol was already in the room, checking on Jermaine. She looked up at the two of them. "I'll get her out here," she said.
Carol flung Jermaine's arm around her neck and quickly walked her out of the room.
While Simone wasn't looking, he felt two palms linked to his stomach and forcefully pushed him away, and he landed on the ground. John broke free and quickly charged again, right for Jermaine... and Carol.
Seeing her helpless and oblivious to John, Simone's heart suddenly pumped faster, adrenaline surged in his veins. Instincts kicking in, he got up without a moment's pause and quickly jumped up to his brother's back before he could reach the girls.
Carol shrieked as they both landed on the floor.
Simone wrapped his arms around his brother as he tried to break free. But he couldn't. Simone thought Carol was about to get hurt, and he protected her. Carol was a second close to danger, and he wasn't going to let that happen again.
John growled and struggled, but Simone kept a firm embrace. John wasn't himself. John would never do such thing, especially to his own sister. He was driven by Jermaine's scent, driven by arousal. And Simone couldn't blame him. Jermaine's pheromones were much thicker than Carol's and if he hadn't breathed through his mouth, he'd have ended up like John, too.
Carol and Jermaine were out of the room, and Simone exhaled a sigh of relief.
He weakened his grip and patted his brother's back, hoping to calm him. "It's okay, John. You're going to be okay."
Slowly, the growls gradually turned to light sobs. Simone felt his brother trembling, and returned the embrace.
"Simone..., sorry. I'm so, so sorry."
. . . . . . .
The late night was quiet and peaceful, with mating season almost coming to an end. With the crickets chirping outside, Alvin thought the notes on the piano harmonized with their nightly chirps. The tune he played was soft, peaceful, but moving at the same time. Piano instrumentals weren't his usual music genre, but he'd take anything he could get to soothe his worries.
He did love the song he'd chosen to play. Repetitive notes, peaceful, something you'd want to play when you were in a forest. But where he'd heard this piece from, he didn't like. The piece was called "Bella's Lullaby" from the movie "Twilight." He didn't like the movie. It was Brittany, of course, who'd forced him to watch.
He did like the piano piece, though. It was just what he needed after a very depressing day. Ally, her eldest daughter, dying. The only thing he liked in this day, aside from their usual mating, was Brittany snapping at his nephew. He felt sorry for Stanley to have taken that, but Brittany, when mad, aroused him more than when she was smiling. But he still preferred the happy, seductive personality he mated with.
To be honest, Brittany could have done a better job in soothing his feelings than the piano. Cuddling with her, listen to her speak, the sound of her voice was better than any instrument, no kidding. But Brittany was upstairs, sleeping, and waking her up just for comfort was cruel and heartless.
He continued on with the tune, though it didn't last long. The piece was only two minutes long, and he ended with two notes in a staccato melody (Ignore the musical term).
As he lifted he paws from the keys, he realized he'd been closing his eyes the whole time. He sighed out the rest of his worry and opened his eyes. And as soon as he did, images and memories flashed in front of him. Ally on the bed. Blood. Dying.
Ally was dying.
A pain struck his heart again, just as before he came into the music room. He suddenly felt mad, saddened, more angry than he'd ever been in his life. Anger directed at himself. Self-loathing.
He had the urge to bang his fast against the piano keys, but he held back. It would release a part of his emotions, but it wouldn't help Ally. It couldn't change his feelings. He felt like a failure. As a father to Ally. As a mate to Brittany.
Instead of punching the keys enough to wake up the whole house, he laid his arms on the white notes and buried his face into his arms. He cried, tears falling out in a rapid rate.
This wasn't like when AJ was kidnapped. It was Ally this time, and there was nothing he could do to save her. A failure indeed. If he needed something to hit, it had to be himself.
His other paw felt warmer, all of the sudden. A comforting warmth, filled with care and love. It felt like a paw wrapped around his. He lifted his face, and Alienelle's blue eyes greeted him with a rush of care and affection. She kept a steady face, neither smiling nor frowning, and Alvin found it very comforting. She was very much like her mother. She had the perfect shape of her body, her blue eyes, small lips so tempting to kiss... If it weren't for the brown fur, he'd have pressed his lips against hers.
Realizing he was practically breaking down, he stilled himself with a grim line on his lips. "Hey, Nelle."
Nelle scooted closer and leaned on him, laying her head on his shoulder - something Brittany would do. Alvin snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her close, planting a kiss on her forehead.
When he breathed in her scent, he found no traces of pheromone, or anything that would hint heat. Then, he got the idea. "You're pregnant?" He asked.
As if reluctantly, she nodded quietly.
He smiled. "TJ's a lucky Chipmunk. He must be happy."
But Alienelle only shook her head. "I haven't told him yet."
Alvin wasn't surprised. It was a normal reaction for first-time pregnancies, especially teenagers. "He'll be happy. Having you is bliss. Having your children would be much more."
She gave out a small, quiet giggle. "I'm supposed to comfort you right now. Not the other way around."
"I'm sad enough to know what happened to Ally. I won't let you feel the same thing."
"Share the pain, Dad. That's what family is for." She lifted her head and smiled at him. "And Ally is family. The best thing we can do now is be strong for her. And if... something takes her away, we'll just have to be happy. Happy because she lived, instead of mourning because she died." Dramatically, she looked into his eyes. "At least, that's what Ally would want. She wants us to be happy."
Alvin tilted his head, amused at his daughter's sudden burst of wisdom. "I agree. But where's all this coming from?"
Nelle chuckled. "I may have taken a few quick peeks at Dave's Bible."
"But you don't have a religion." None of them had. Only Dave was a Catholic.
"You don't need a religion to believe. Some of us actually do. As for me, I don't say there's no God. I say, there's probably a God." Alienelle smiled and placed her paw over his again. "But religions, aside, Dad, are you sure alright?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
Again, Alienelle laid her head on his shoulder. "Oh, Daddy, Daddy. Always pretending to be rock-hard and strong, but really, you're just as emotionally vulnerable as everyone here. This is seriously the first time I've seen you cry."
"My daughter has less chance of survival. I should be crying. I'm a failure."
As if reacting to the word, Alienelle quickly lifted herself up. Alvin expected a glare from her, but she still had the same playful smile in her face.
"Calling yourself a failure would be calling me a failure. I'm still your daughter. And don't hate yourself for something you have no control over." She gave him a kiss on the cheek before standing up. "I saw you cry, Dad, and it hurt me. Don't let Ally see what I saw; it'll only break her heart. Be happy. Ally wouldn't like seeing you sad."
Alienelle turned around to leave.
"I better go. I think TJ won't be happy if he wakes up without me."
When Alienelle turned to the exit (there was no door), Alvin caught a side of Brittany leaning against the doorless door frame. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she had a beautiful smile on her face. She'd had numerous afterglows before she slept, and her auburn fur shone brightly as a result. She looked stunning.
Alvin had to hold back his arousal when he realized Brittany wasn't wearing any clothes. It didn't seem to bother Alienelle when she leaned over and gave her mother a kiss as she passed by.
Alvin sniffed deeply, trying to catch Brittany's scent from afar. Sure enough, the air around her body was filled with pheromones. Pure, raw, pheromones, mixed with her natural scent. Nothing ever smelled so good in his life. His mouth practically watered at the sight of her.
As Brittany moved in a graceful, fluid motion, Alvin steeled himself from jumping up from his seat and carry her to the piano for a satisfying mating session. He gulped as Brittany walked towards him, slowly, her tail moving back and forth as if in a seductive manner. So seductive, it could have charmed a snake.
Brittany got close and straddled his lap, the slit between her thighs pressing against his knee. She was slightly wet. Brittany leaned forward and gave him a small peck on the lips.
It wasn't quite what he expected, but it was alright.
Alvin gave her a teasing smile. "No clothes?" He asked.
It was natural not to wear clothes, and it wasn't necessary to be always clothed in the house - though everyone is. But outside, they had to.
Brittany flashed her signature seductive smile. Alvin fell in love with her again, for the millionth time. "I'm your mate. I know how you feel, and I thought seeing me naked would cheer you up." She batted her eyelashes. "And more," she whispered.
"So you're not feeling the same way I'm feeling? Ally in the hospital?"
The seductive smile was replaced by a small, caring one. "I do feel the same way, and trust me, I'm more down than you are." Brittany leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him. Alvin felt her warmth and pulled her closer. She rested her chin on his shoulder. She continued, "But I'm your mate. And now matter how hurt I am, my one and only job is to make you happy. And our family."
Alvin kissed her cheek and breathed on her neck. She had an intoxicating scent he didn't want to resist. He wanted to drink in her smell, to drown in lust of her scent. He sniffed heavily, like a drug. The more scent he took in, the weaker his resistance became. He didn't know how much he could hold before he lost control and mate with her, wildly, violently, and mercilessly.
They linger in that position for a long time, all the while Alvin enduring the arousal. He felt Brittany was doing the same, too. Though males don't release pheromones, females are already attracted to their mates' scent. It comes handy if one gets lost.
Finally, Brittany spoke. "Sleep with me," she whispered into his ear, the words having deeper meaning. Alvin felt her tongue seductively swipe at the back of his ear, then taking the pointy tip of it into her lips. Her mouth was warm and wet, as if seeing food for the first time in years. "I have to punish you for... getting licked by that dog."
Oh, the dog. Alvin chuckled. What did the kid call her again? Rose? Lisa? Probably the latter. She was a cute German Shepherd. The first time Alvin thought of keeping her, he saw her as a symbol of pride and loyalty, just like most in her breed. Alvin took her in because she was sweet, friendly, and she might even be the kids' protector.
"You're crazy," Alvin teased.
Brittany lifted her head and smiled. "No change there."
She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. Her mouth parted open, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Alvin accepted the kiss and pulled her waist closer to him. He caught the unique flavor of her mouth through his tongue. It was addicting, sweet, exotic, and he wanted more.
Brittany gave out a moan, a sound that he always loved her make.
Slightly swaying to the side, Alvin held the piano for support, middle keys playing under her paw.
Brittany gave out another moan as they kissed, as they arousal heightened. She scooted closer to him, her wet labia brushing against his lap as she moved, until his hardened member pressed between their belly. He felt Brittany's fingers slightly brushed it, and it twitched involuntarily.
Brittany tongue paused and she pulled out with a gasp, smiling. "You're a bit sensitive today, aren't you?"
Alvin gave an evil grin and with two fingers, snaked down between her thighs and brushed against her drenched labia. Brittany gasped and moaned, biting her lower lip.
"Speak for yourself." Alvin teased her with words and his fingers.
Brittany had her eyes shut, and Alvin could feel the warmth radiating off of her. It was as if her body vibrated as she gave out small, quiet moans. Alvin kept rubbing until his fingers slightly brushed against her tiny nub.
"Ah...," she gasped, then opened her eyes and smiled, seductively. "Oh, Alvin, you always know how to break me."
Alvin stopped teasing and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. "Years of practice."
Although it was in the middle of the night, someone could still wake up to grab a glass of water, or something like that. But, of course, that didn't stop Alvin from lifted Brittany up and sheathing his erection deep inside her, earning her moan. And besides, if anyone would come down, they'd be able to sniff the scent.
His length inside her, Brittany wrapped her arms around him and moved her hips up and down. Alvin felt the pleasure of it all, the tightness of her walls, the wetness, her warmth, her body pressed against his in a tight hug. No matter how often they did this everyday, he'd never get enough of it. Brittany was his first time, and only mate, and never in his life had considered loving someone else. Brittany was the only one from the very start.
Brittany started going faster, her moans intensifying as if she was about to explode - and she did. She came to an abrupt halt, suddenly, as her entire body trembled with pleasure. Her loud moan was steady and strong. Her body froze up before collapsing into him.
Alvin gave her a teasing chuckle. She had climaxed too early. But that wasn't rare. It wasn't long before Brittany regained her energy and started again. They always had this kind of pattern when mating. Brittany would climax first, then again, and again, before he himself released into her. Sometimes he'd release more times than one, especially during mornings of mating season, when her heat was at its strongest, and her scent at its thickest.
More and more minutes passed, and Alvin lost count on how many times Brittany had reached her peak. Ten? Seven? Six? Nine? And add the ones she'd had before she slept, last afternoon, and last morning? Alvin knew the more climax she had, the stronger it got. And add the intensifying effects of mating season, Brittany was in heaven, and he felt glad he was giving it to her.
Her sweat only gave much to his arousal. He felt his own pleasure build up, and driven by his mate, every part of her, her body, her scent, the softness of her fur, he released everything he had into her - his undying love for her, his longing, lust, and hunger, his sadness, his feelings of failure, his worries for their daughter, all of it expressed in one clench of a muscle.
Alvin pushed deeper into her until he couldn't anymore, and emptied himself into her. He moaned, in harmony with Brittany. His entire body froze, his heart beating faster, his lungs neither breathing, his muscles unmoving.
He felt his afterglow kick in, and started panting for air. Or rather, gasping for more of her intoxicating scent. He buried his face into her shoulder, sniffing her, savoring her. His paw ruffled through her ponytail, accidentally untangling her hair tie, letting her smooth, silky, red hair flow to her back.
He had never loved her so much. This undying, unconditional love only grew with each passing hour.
Brittany pulled him closer, and breathed into his ear, moaning, panting. "Oh, Alvin..., I love you so much." She nuzzled his cheek.
Alvin held her closer, afraid to let go, leaving no space between them. He finally felt all those feelings of sadness and failure come to a complete halt. Alvin only drank occasionally, but he knew this was the same as the effects of alcohol. But he was completely sure, that all these negative feelings would take a long, long time to recover. And if they do, Brittany would be there for him. This was how they coped, to fight against sadness and sorrow and worry. He finally realized it.
If he only knew, he would have gone to her in the first place. Now, more than ever, he was really afraid to let her go.
"Never leave my side, Britt. I beg you. I've never felt like I needed you so much."
"I'm always here, Alvin. I'm not going anywhere. Not without you," she said back, and he rest assured.
Alvin pulled her closer than possible. The scent of her sweat aroused him again. It was exotic and erotic, unique. He wished she could smell like this around him everyday. He'd be in a heaven greater than he was in.
He sniffed her fur deeply, letting her scent deep into his lungs.
. . . . . . .
Simon was on the sitting on the window sill, thinking about life, his family, and his mate Jeanette sleeping soundly on the bed before the door swung open. With the scent, Simon didn't need to look to see who it was. But when he entered the room, it felt like his scent only brought him pain, concern, worry, and most of all, disappointment. And what's strange? He wasn't angry. He wasn't mad. He felt so mixed in emotions, brought by the recent occurrences: Ally, Stanley, and now John and Jermaine. He didn't know how to act or feel.
"So you've heard?" John's voice registered fear all over.
Simon closed his eyes for a bit, then sighed. "Unfortunately. It's true what they said, 'Ignorance is bliss'. I never should have asked." When he saw Jermaine crying when he arrived home, he'd asked what happened.
John didn't say anything for a moment. Simon heard him sigh, followed by his own. What should he say? Never in his life had he expected this. He always dreamed of a happy, problem-less family, especially after Serene's kidnapping.
"Are you mad?" John asked.
Funny he asked, Simon thought. He was feelings lots of things. Disappointment, sadness, failure as a father, but anger? Not one of them. Thank God for that. Thank God for love that suppressed most of the madness.
Finally, Simon shook his head. "No. Not mad." He looked at his son straight in the eyes. No anger there. Just realization of how much he loved his son that he could never be mad at him. "I can never be mad at you, John. Not at you, Jermaine, or anyone I love. I'm just... disappointed."
"Not rare for the bad seed, huh?"
Those words spoke a lot of meaning. John was hating himself, and Simon felt it. He wanted to comfort him, to hold him and let him cry into his shoulders. But where was that urge? The urge to comfort? He didn't feel it. The feelings were too heavy to carry. Too heavy for him to move.
"I don't know, John."
John and Simone acted more like Alvin's sons than he. Though they were gifted with Simon and Jeanette's intelligence, he didn't know what caused these too to be so..., mischievous. Yes, they acted like the son Simon wanted, whenever he was around. But when he was away? God only knew what pranks they were about to pull off.
He remained quiet, thinking. At least, that's what he thought. He didn't realize he was speaking his thoughts out loud. "Sometimes, I wonder if you're actually my son."
He'd said it, and the words he'd spoken startled him more than the news. With eyes nearly wide, his heart beating faster, he was ready to take the words back and apologize. But then, John beat him to it.
"I see," he said.
His tone was calm, but Simon knew his words spoke more hurt than a thousand daggers.
John turned back to the door, ready to exit.
Simon only felt regret, self-hatred. And more than ever he felt like a failure. He realized he'd been holding his breath, and when he exhaled, he was panting. John was at the door.
"John, wait!"
But the door was already closed behind him.
No! What have I done?! He thought and cursed himself with these words.
His eyes wide, he hopped off the window sill and practically sprinted for the door. But when he passed the bed, Jeanette was in his way. She'd woken up, and Simon felt a wave of fear. Had she heard that? What he'd said? Did she hate him for it?
Simon couldn't read her expression, but he knew it was a mixture of anger and sadness, disbelief. She was mad at him. He couldn't believe he just did that to their son. She probably hated him now for it.
The words she spoke gave him more pain than the ones John had felt. "You've done enough!"
He gasped, taken back by her tone. It was one that meant 'back off', one that Jeanette never used. One that Simon never heard. And for the first time she spoke it, it was directed to him.
Under her unusual tone, he heard feelings of protectiveness, towards John. The protective instincts of a mother to a son. The two people he loved and hurt.
Slowly, piece by piece, he felt his body crumbling. His eyes pooled, and his legs shook. He couldn't take it anymore. He fell on his knees, right in front on her.
Sadness, desperation, regret, and so much hatred for himself, he wrapped his arms around Jeanette's waist and cried into her night gown.
. . . . . . .
Lily thought a lot - really, a lot - about Jasmine's words as she watched Simon grab things from his... um... closet... and stuffed it in his bag. They were leaving tomorrow, and with all the nice people she'd met here, it was kind of hard to leave.
Jasmine's words meant a lot. She'd called her sister, and that meant more than a friend. But what really got in the way of her thoughts was what she'd said about Simon's feelings.
Simon loved her more than a friend? It was a shocking news, but then, suddenly, it felt a bit right. Maybe she did love Simon just a little bit. But why wouldn't he tell her? Why would he keep this kind of love hidden behind friendship? Lily wouldn't really mind if Simon would tell her about his feelings. It was nice to have someone like him to court her. Spending more time with his sisters told Lily that Simon was a better Chipmunk than she thought. He was respected by females.
He'd respect her too, right?
Of course he would. He loved her, and love carried respect and kindness wherever it went, whether friendship or something more.
Simon was a handsome Chipmunk, too. Though, not nearly as handsome as those who wore red jackets, but Lily wanted Simon more. If he were in a crowd full of Chipmunks, she'd notice him first of all people.
Just how much did Simon love him? As a female, and not as a friend. Would he go to the ends of the earth for her? At least, that's what she dreamt of undying love. She'd always seen love as something more valuable than life.
Did Simon think her life was more valuable than his? That's what love felt like, isn't it? When you value someone so much that every part of you, even your own soul, means nothing compared to the one you love.
If Simon loved her this way, then did she return that kind of love? She didn't know. She liked him a bit as a male. Considering him as a suitor felt right. And there was nothing wrong considering him as a... well... as something more of a suitor. As her partner in the passage to adulthood.
"I told you we'd be back by two days," Simon finally spoke, startling her from her thoughts. "I'm sorry we took a little longer than that. If it weren't for my sister going into labor. I guess Ashley's going to kill me, isn't she?"
The name brought Lily's thoughts back to her sister. Suddenly, she felt afraid. Yes, Daisy was the one who would string you up for the slightest misunderstanding. She didn't trust anyone, which was even worse because J'Nell and Simon were males. Ashley hated males. It was probably because of what had happened to their sister, Rose.
Imagining Ashley trying to murder Simon gave Lily the sudden sense of protectiveness. If she and Simon had never met, she would have allowed it. But now, seeing that she was (practically) in love with him, she didn't want that to happen.
Perhaps she could reason with Ashley to leave Simon and J'Nell alone.
"Don't worry. I can talk to her." Lily watched as Simon shoved another jacket into his bag. "What are those things for, anyway? I never get why you have to wear them?"
"It's to keep us warm," he answered.
"You have your fur. It should keep you warm enough."
And then that's where a startling image appeared in her thoughts. Simon in his bare, brunette fur, without that jacket. What would he really look like? Would he have a perfect body to match his handsome features? Then she went too far to imagine what his fur would feel like. Would it feel soft and silky? What would it smell like?
She didn't know why she was imagining these things, but she felt like she wanted the images to stay where they were.
"You know, I'm starting to think why you're hiding."
Simon looked back at her, bright eyes flashing towards him. "What do you mean?"
"Your feelings for me."
And there, she said it. She didn't know why she was trembling, or why her heart was beating so fast when she asked. She tried to control herself and appear undaunted.
But Simon did the opposite.
He suddenly froze, unmoving. His eyes, his arms, his fingers, his whole body came to a halt, as if he'd just discovered every important secrets in the world. Looking closely, Lily swore she saw his fur stand.
Finally, as if being thawed out, Simon looked away. "I don't know what you're talking about."
He was lying, and it was futile. Lily didn't know why she thought that, but she felt like she knew him so well. "Stop lying. Jasmine told me, and I heard she never lies." Actually, almost everyone of them rarely lied. "Do you really love me more than a friend?"
Simon froze again, no part of his body moving, his hair standing like sticks. Lily felt his tension. After a moment that felt almost a thousand days, Simon moved and closed his bag. He threw them in the closet and closed the door.
He turned to her. "L-Lily..., I... I don't know what you heard. But whether I love you or not is something I'd like to keep to myself, if you don't mind." He wouldn't tell her? Why wouldn't he? Was love something that should be hidden? It didn't seem likely. "Why don't we just go to sleep? We have a long hike tomorrow."
And just like that, Simon walked past her and lied down on his bed. The rest of his siblings were asleep with light sounds of breathing. Standing by the closet, Lily replayed the words again.
'Something I'd like to keep to myself'.
Lily felt like something in his tone was nudging her. As if how he'd said the words made her think of something. Something that felt like she already knew the answer.
The answer he was hiding from her.
With a happy smile, Lily glanced at Simon's bed before walking over to her own.
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Serene got what she wished for ever since she started dating AJ. Well, almost everything. But the three children they carried in their arms was a start of her crazy dreams. Would anyone consider giving birth to a huge family of nearly hundreds? Yep, she was crazy and insane. She had AJ to thank for that.
She had what she was waiting for for four weeks, but she still wasn't satisfied. These children, these two bundles of joy she carried in her arms, and one that AJ carried in his, was just he beginning. More are to come. Oh, yes, countless. As many as the stars they were gazing at. Who cares if they'd eventually outnumber the entire human population? Exaggeratedly speaking.
Serene and her family, the only four people who came first in her heart, were on the front porch, sitting on the porch stairs, gazing at the stars. And this was where Serene was realizing her crazy dreams.
Serene held two beauties in her arms, Brittany and Victoria, while AJ held Anastasia. Every time Serene glanced at him, not once had he taken his eyes of their daughter. It was as if he was holding a book that wrote all secrets of the universe. The smile on his face said it all. He was proud of himself.
And Serene was proud of herself for making AJ feel that way. The only dedication to her life was for AJ and their family to keep that kind of smile. The smile of happiness and pride, where sorrow and sadness knows no place.
She'd never walk away from her dedication. Not ever. Love was what brought her to her devotion to her family, and love is what would always keep it there. Even if AJ's love for her would gradually die - though it's very, very unlikely - hers would only live and grow. As long as that love remained, so will her devotion.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" AJ suddenly spoke, snapping her out.
"Just realizing my dreams of increasing the amount of your descendants."
AJ chuckled and grinned. "What, you mean having more babies?"
Serene gave a teasing grin. "Oh, we're having more, alright.
AJ gave a laugh. "I mated with a crazy little girl." AJ had that smile that always drove her hormones wild.
"Don't tempt me. It's still mating season, you know." Though the pregnancy hormones that kept heat away hadn't fully left her body, she still felt mating season's effects. Maybe because it only grew stronger with each passing day.
"And you're probably thinking of leaving the children all alone here in the cold while you have your way with me?" AJ put on a hurt look.
It was an innocent joke, but Serene felt it hurt pierce her heart. Why would she think of that? She had to remember she was a mother now. Just the mother of the most beautiful daughters in the world. "I'd never. You know that."
"I'm joking." He flashed her a smile. "I never got to thank you, by the way. I've never felt so proud in my life. I mean, me, Alvin Seville Jr., having a family. When I was a kid, who would have thought?"
"One act of courage and kindness started it all," Serene said, remembering five Chipmunk years ago. "I never forget you rescuing me. For staying with me in that enclosed cage. Whenever I get claustrophobic, I just think of you and what you did to comfort me."
He chuckled. "Well, you know me. Impulsive enough to throw myself in front of the ones I love. That hasn't changed. I'll throw myself in front of you any time." He smiled affectionately at her.
Normally, the old, awkward Serene would look away, afraid of blushing. But now, knowing that he loved to see her blush, she looked at him straight in the eyes, letting her reddened face expose.
"I'd throw myself in front of them, too. Without any thinking," He added, looking down at the children in their arms.
Serene, if possible, loved him more and more with each letter in his words. Her heart beat for him. She scooted closer and laid her head on his shoulders. Looking at Brittany, Anastasia, and Victoria, they were all asleep. So peaceful, so innocent and beautiful. So like AJ.
She nuzzled against his shoulders and breathed in his scent. It aroused her sexual desires for him, but if were careful, she'd be able to avoid ripping his clothes off in a lustful sexual frenzy.
She smiled at the sky and sighed, hoping the Higher Power in the sky could see the pride, joy, and happiness in her lips.
"I guess," she started. "I guess that's why I love you."
Okay guys. Sorry I'm late. Haiyan was a bitch.
Gonna make this brief. Vampire Academy is coming (AHHH!)
Oh, and I decided to half this chapter into two, because it's getting late. I have class tomorrow (I love learning and education. School's a totally different matter).
Cheers, mates.