Chapter Forty Two
Phalyssa cocked her head at Aruka. "Change back so I can talk to you," she suggested.
He looked down, and shook his head, almost as if he were embarrassed. "Why?" she asked. He whined and grabbed her shirtsleeve in his teeth.
Phalyssa's eyes widened in understanding, and a strange thrill ran through her, making her breath quicken and face flush. "Well.Where are your pants?" she wanted to know.
Aruka indicated the direction with his head, then looked curiously at her.
"Sure," Phalyssa responded, somehow understanding him. "I'll wait here. Go get them." Her mind screamed at her, -No! Tell him yo go ahead and change back now! You know that's what you want!-
As soon as he left, the silver haired girl sank to a rock and reached down the front of her breeches.
* * * * * *
Aruka jogged away from Phalyssa hurriedly. She did such strange things to him. Reaching his clothing, he changed back. The red head grimaced as he realized his pants wouldn't fit unless he did away with a certain problem. With a sigh his thoughts turned back to Phalyssa, and his hand slipped lower unknowingly. His feelings bubbled into his throat, voicing themselves with a low moaning sigh as his hand moved. In that moment, Phalyssa's image was burned into his brain as liquid fire erupted from his core.
Sagging against a tree, Aruka panted and fixed his pants. They fit better than they had originally because Jea had tailored them to his size, even including a hole for his tail.
Grimacing at the mess, he headed back towards Phalyssa. On his way there, his brain slipped back to being a three year old. As he danced into the clearing, his nose picked up her scent mingled with something unusual (Can we say "hormones?" Yes, I knew you could.) Unfortunately, his brain didn't catch it.
"Hi, Phalyssa!!" he said cheerily.
She smiled and waved at him, her face flushed and her breathing heavy. "Hi, Aruka."
He scampered over and sat on the ground by her. She glanced down at him and was shocked. His eyes watched her filled with pure trust. Unconsciously, she reached out and began scratching his fuzzy ears.
Aruka laid his head on her lap, a thrumming purr rising from his throat. Phalyssa's heart melted; Aruka was just too adorable.
Before she could say or do anything, Jea's voice reached their ears. "Phalyssa!! Aruka!! Lunch!!!"
The feline youth's ears pricked up. "Food? Yay!!!" He jumped to his feet and grabbed his companion's hand. "C'mon, Phalyssa!!"
Laughing, she followed him back to the camp. Jea merely raised one eyebrow before handing them both steaming bowls of fish stew. Aruka accepted the food readily, barely waiting to sit before eating it.
Phalyssa sat down next to him, watching in fascination for a moment, before digging into her own meal.
Meanwhile, Jea was deep in conversation with Barak and his wife, asking questions and talking about various bits of lore and legend, trading information-one of Jea's biggest hobbies.
Phalyssa cocked her head at Aruka. "Change back so I can talk to you," she suggested.
He looked down, and shook his head, almost as if he were embarrassed. "Why?" she asked. He whined and grabbed her shirtsleeve in his teeth.
Phalyssa's eyes widened in understanding, and a strange thrill ran through her, making her breath quicken and face flush. "Well.Where are your pants?" she wanted to know.
Aruka indicated the direction with his head, then looked curiously at her.
"Sure," Phalyssa responded, somehow understanding him. "I'll wait here. Go get them." Her mind screamed at her, -No! Tell him yo go ahead and change back now! You know that's what you want!-
As soon as he left, the silver haired girl sank to a rock and reached down the front of her breeches.
* * * * * *
Aruka jogged away from Phalyssa hurriedly. She did such strange things to him. Reaching his clothing, he changed back. The red head grimaced as he realized his pants wouldn't fit unless he did away with a certain problem. With a sigh his thoughts turned back to Phalyssa, and his hand slipped lower unknowingly. His feelings bubbled into his throat, voicing themselves with a low moaning sigh as his hand moved. In that moment, Phalyssa's image was burned into his brain as liquid fire erupted from his core.
Sagging against a tree, Aruka panted and fixed his pants. They fit better than they had originally because Jea had tailored them to his size, even including a hole for his tail.
Grimacing at the mess, he headed back towards Phalyssa. On his way there, his brain slipped back to being a three year old. As he danced into the clearing, his nose picked up her scent mingled with something unusual (Can we say "hormones?" Yes, I knew you could.) Unfortunately, his brain didn't catch it.
"Hi, Phalyssa!!" he said cheerily.
She smiled and waved at him, her face flushed and her breathing heavy. "Hi, Aruka."
He scampered over and sat on the ground by her. She glanced down at him and was shocked. His eyes watched her filled with pure trust. Unconsciously, she reached out and began scratching his fuzzy ears.
Aruka laid his head on her lap, a thrumming purr rising from his throat. Phalyssa's heart melted; Aruka was just too adorable.
Before she could say or do anything, Jea's voice reached their ears. "Phalyssa!! Aruka!! Lunch!!!"
The feline youth's ears pricked up. "Food? Yay!!!" He jumped to his feet and grabbed his companion's hand. "C'mon, Phalyssa!!"
Laughing, she followed him back to the camp. Jea merely raised one eyebrow before handing them both steaming bowls of fish stew. Aruka accepted the food readily, barely waiting to sit before eating it.
Phalyssa sat down next to him, watching in fascination for a moment, before digging into her own meal.
Meanwhile, Jea was deep in conversation with Barak and his wife, asking questions and talking about various bits of lore and legend, trading information-one of Jea's biggest hobbies.