A/N :

Hey all. If you reviewed my last chapter, please know I received it, FF is currently being a butt and won't show my reviews properly. For those of you that sent very long messages, I couldn't read all of them, again, because FF is being a butt. It usually all shakes out, and at that time I will properly respond to all of you. I so appreciate the love and support given, just please know I am struggling, hardcore.

My main love language is words of affirmation. I am that person that 100% needs constant reminders that I am valued and appreciated by those who love me. I'm married and have been with Cory for 7 years now, and I still to this day ask him if he still likes me/wants to be with me haha. It's a bunch of childhood trauma I'm just now sorting through and finally healing from, I only just finally got with a therapist over all my emotional trauma and it's caused me to be far more emotional than I normally am. I don't have a lot of friends. I have maybe 3 VERY close friends and the rest are friendly acquaintances. I struggle with feeling love and accepting love. My childhood was spent feeling as if I was old news and didn't matter, and this is why I am so incredibly fragile right now.

With this, I have discovered that THIS is why my story is literally dragging. This saga is my security blanket, it's a means of getting pent up energy and creativity out of my body, it fuels me and makes me happy, and the deeper I dig into characters and plot, just know it's acting as a MASSIVE hug to my soul. I understand it's dragging, I'm aware. And I would apologize but I just can't be sorry for how I handle things, content thats given for free, 864 chapters, an upload every other day without fail, for almost a whole decade now.

I'm extremely selective with who I give spoilers to, but I'm going to open it up to you guys. If you're a loyal reviewer and can keep secrets and desire spoilers so the wait doesn't feel so incredibly long, PM me and I can give you guys a few spoilers, depending. Besides my husband, I currently have only ONE reader (Leafy babe, lookin' at you) whom of which I will unendingly give spoilers because she likes them and I trust her, and I can't promise I'd open up about the story as MUCH as I do with her, but if there are some of you seriously itching to know what's going to happen, or WHEN important things are going to happen, like said, PM me and I can figure that out with the lot of you supporters.

I appreciate you guys more than you'll know.

Although the end of this chapter is a sex scene, this whole debacle is SUPER important and involves Gunner's character development. Things are happening, and things really get going at around Chapter 220ish - it's been in my nature to have fun, slow, easy going slice of life chapters and then drop an atomic bomb on y'all like you wouldn't believe. Please trust my process. Please don't give up on me.

Due to this chapter being so long, I'll be uploading chapter 209 on Wednesday, July 15th. Thanks for your support, guys.


Song Listened To :

Stuck with U by Ariana Grande Justin Beiber

Trampoline by SHAED


*WARNING*

The last half of this chapter is a sex scene ;) Enjoy!


*Chapter 208*

"Okay, maybe... Don't look," Tatum stated in contemplative searching, though she flinched once Theo gave her an incredulous grin. She flagged her hands in bashful, teasing irritation and began to tidy her hair in a flustered way, "I'm NERVOUS okay!"

"Okay, okay, look... I'll cover my eyes," Theo grumbled with a soft smile, the two were still confidently stood with each other in the center of Tatum's bedroom, though just as he moved his larger hands to cover his eyes, he flinched as she suddenly whirled around, towards her bedroom door, and skipped a little to approach it quicker. Theo cocked an eyebrow and held his breath in shock as he watched her nearly close her door all the way, the clack was merely a few inches away, something that had Theo proverbially snapping his fingers in cute disappointment with the sheer fact that she didn't just close it all the way, on her own accord. Tatum whirled back around to face him, causing Theo to jolt out of his thoughts and cover his eyes, for good, "I-I'm not looking, I'm not looking."

Tatum could be heard nervously inhaling and exhaling a shaky breath of readiness, though before Theo could even begin to think about cheekily peering through his fingers, Tatum's cute, nervous voice suddenly bounced against the wall that was previously behind her, "Okay, you... Can look."

Theo popped open his eyes in gentle surprise, quickly removed his hands and firmly allowed his dire, curious gaze to soak up the unfamiliar sight before him. He held his breath and felt his pupils tighten with boyish shock. With her back turned to him, Tatum had her beautiful, darker wings properly sprawled so Theo could finally see, in the clear, amazing lighting of her bedroom, Theo couldn't help but suddenly bark an excited huff of a chuckle. He grinned in hot delight, shook his head and began to ever so slowly take a few steps closer to Tatum, so to cutely inspect. Similar to a bat's wings, each wing had five digits, like a human hand. With softer, darker, rosey-grey skin that dabbled in cute splotches of freckles and dark, thick webbing suited for solid flight, Theo shook his head in unadulterated awe and soaked in every single little detail of her beauty. With each wing that jut from her shoulder blades, Theo finally glossed his eyes all along the beautiful markings that waved with the webbing, the bones of her wing's long, delicate fingers, each crowned with sharp claws.

"Holy shit," Theo hissed with a shaky, nervous chuckle of whole delight as he began to circle Tatum, as politely as he could. He grinned wider the second Tatum fed off of his positivity, she eased a shy giggle and, with a stretch, she firmly unfurled her wings and allowed them to sprawl to their tautest, widest span. Nearly an eight foot wing span, Theo bobbed a nod with tighter impress and finally came about her front so to ease a grateful, wowed smile into her eyes, "That's incredible. I'm really jealous, if I'm being honest."

"Eh, don't be jealous, they get in the way of everything," Tatum sighed with a wide, refreshed smile as her wings relaxed, though she raised her eyebrows in poised, cute surprise once Theo took a cautious, tender step closer to her side.

"May I...?" Theo patiently wondered as he delicately held out his hand and fingers, as if to insinuate he was curious to feel the webbing and the strange sensation for everything that it was.

"Oh, sure," Tatum chimed with a bashful smile, and with a great amount of flexibility, she tucked her right wing over the right side of her body and sprawled it in Theo's direction a little, so he had a wider surface area of just where to touch.

"This is awesome," Theo hissed gently, his excited, emerald eyes scanned the beautiful markings all along the dorsal of her wings. His bigger, gentle fingertips so carefully gripped the thick edge of webbing between his fingers before he finally flattened his palm and swept across the soft, scaly goodness in a loving few pets. Mind racing in hot discombobulation, he inhaled a shaky breath and shook his head, as if to have a thousand questions and not entirely know which to let surface first. Tatum huffed a small giggle as he battled with himself, though he finally staggered a question as his curious eyes, once again, trailed to the thicker, perfectly neat line of fluffy fur that soaked down her spine, "These markings are really pretty. Do all lion gargoyles have these types of darker markings?"

"Well, technically yes, we're born and coded with them," Tatum nodded as Theo's hand finally let up, she sagged her wings back to a relaxed state and turned over her arms in exaggeration, so to show the whole of her forearms to Theo, "They faintly line my outer arms and legs, too, y'see?"

"Oh, yeah, real lightly," Theo mumbled with a nod as Tatum cutely pointed to the faded little splotches of markings, "So, it's just like birth marks or freckles, then?"

"Well, no, it's... Technically for camouflage, as weird as that sounds," Tatum huffed a giggle and relaxed her arms, as well, "I'm technically still considered a cub, if that makes any sense. Just like real lions, cubs have kind of spotted, messy-looking fur. Once they go from adolescent to adult they garner a cleaner, more vivid pelt."

"You're still considered a cub?" Theo furrowed his eyebrows in hot confusion as the two locked eyes, "But... You're like a few Arcade years old, right? That's odd, how old do you have to be in order to not be considered a cub any longer?"

"It doesn't come with physical age, it can come with a number of different things," Tatum sighed as she held up her fingers to begin counting, "It can come with either a code swap, a spiritual enlightenment, an incredibly good deed, a whole number of things... You really don't know until it just, well... HAPPENS."

"What... Exactly HAPPENS, then?" Theo chocked a nervous laugh and eagerly peered into Tatum's eyes.

"User, only the coolest thing ever," Tatum groaned in irritation, "You kind of are then able to shed your juvenile skin, or fur, rather... Stark white fur grows in its place, your cub markings turn into more defined, darker grey markings. You just become a more refined, beautiful version of yourself, though... I'm not positive what it would look like for me, being a half-breed and all."

"I'm sure your time will come," Theo assured in certain confidence, though with the raw fact that she glossed over the notion of a code swap bringing that along, he cocked an eyebrow and looked off in a silent, bookmarking fashion.

"I have confidence at least my hair will change, because... These little tufts of fur line my scalp, too," Tatum eased her fingers into the part of her messy hair and began to gently pull her faded pink hair aside, so to show Theo, "If I were to like... Get rid of my hair, I'd be left with this mohawk of grey fur."

"Oh, whoa, you're right," Theo narrowed his gaze and took note of the velvety soft fur, that crowned her shoulders and lined her spine, was also secretively weaved into her hair. He furrowed his eyebrows in cute delight and finally peered to her as a whole, shocked that this was previously the Tatum he only really knew as Sama, a stage queen, an incredible guitarist, a singer in a past life, someone who got tangled with the likes of Gunner, Theo felt his whole world turn on its head with all of these ideas floating through his mind. He narrowed his gaze a little tighter and delicately peered into her eyes, "You're seriously telling me... Gunner knew NONE of this?"

Tatum shook her head and almost sorrowfully peered into Theo's eyes, as if to be apologetic about this notion. Theo huffed an annoyed chuckle, looked off, shook his head in disgusted disbelief and finally put his hand on his hip, to further drive his silent point home.

"Don't get all bent out of shape about it, Teddy, I'm OKAY," Tatum huffed a cute giggle and lovingly jostled Theo's upper arm.

"Thank you for trusting me, with all of this," Theo urged quietly, he gazed into Tatum's eyes with whole gratitude. He shook his head and lulled his eyes closed in a further show of cute relief, "Ever since you told me about this, I've been anticipating you finally showing me. Not that... I expected it, I just figured... I-I don't know-"

"We'd eventually get close enough to where I'd trust you with all my secrets?" Tatum chimed coyly, she eyed Theo in cute charm and gave him a wide, knowing smile as his face visibly turned red. He looked off and shyly rubbed the back of his neck as Tatum cutely continued, "Why don't you balance the scale, here, and fill me in on some of your own secrets, then?"

"User, uh... I-I have none, I'm boring," Theo cheesed bashfully, he grinned in dorky delight and flinched once Tatum allowed her wings to disappear, with a light flash. He raised his eyebrows and watched as she slowly began to saunter over to her cozy love seat, though in said witness of her small departure, Theo softened as she gestured for him to follow. He huffed a shy chuckle of defeat, shook his head and looked off in confusion towards himself, "I'm... I'm really not just saying that, I really don't have secrets."

"Everyone has secrets," Tatum volleyed dully as she flopped down on the right side of her loveseat, leaving the other cushion for Theo. He happily obliged in a heftier flop and relaxed on her cozy furniture as she began to lazily flip through channels; the television cutely blipped in an interrupted notion of haphazardly pressing higher up the hundreds of channels, Tatum messily scratched the back of her head with her free hand and squinted her eyes in delight, "Maybe YOU have wings too?"

"Oh yeah, whoops, forgot to mention it," Theo mumbled, he furrowed his eyebrows and allowed his heart to race with the sudden realization of maybe something that could potentially be a secret. Although blatantly obvious, Theo shrugged to himself and steadied his racing heart and thoughts as he opened his mouth, "I-I... I guess maybe there's ONE thing, but... It's probably obvious to you, already."

"You DID mention something about having all the feels for me, just a fifteen minutes ago," Tatum mumbled cutely, she eased a free giggle, unreserved sweetness that sapped the room in honey, absolute music to Theo's ears; he was drowning so hard, he almost missed just what Tatum had warmly insinuated.

"N-No, I meant like... I said the struggles in your life don't change the way I feel about you," Theo corrected in grinning annoyance as they fell into banter, his eyes lazily watched the television change every half second due to her nonchalant, continuous scrolling.

"So how DO you feel about me?" Tatum inquired cutely, and though Theo could swear the room was now spinning, he could see Tatum shoot him a snarky look in the corner of his eye. He sagged his shoulders and bravely gave her a rather defeated, sheepish smile, as if to insinuate that opening up about it was brand new to him, "A little birdie told me, once upon a time, that I was your celebrity crush."

"Ho yeah, that's not a secret, but that's like SO long gone," Theo barked with a snarky laugh and an exaggerated look of teasing annoyance; Tatum wildly furrowed her eyebrows, gaped and shot him a shocked expression of playful hurt, though before she could loudly retort with a handful of her own snide remarks, Theo cutely rested his large hand on his chest and gave her a gentlemanly grin of dripping sweetness, "I'd say it's now more of a celebrity adoration. Maybe a liking? Maybe love? Who knows, I have yet to get all the paperwork back."

Tatum froze in Theo's ridiculously warm words, though after a moment of cheeky silence Theo hotly delivered, in the form of his typical, heart-melting, gap-toothed smile, Tatum hunched over and blurt out into hard, giddy laughter as she hugged her knees. Theo grinned and rubbed the back of his head, he felt his heart begin to overflow with one thought and one thought only; the way to plow through this mess of feelings was with humor, something he was really good at. Theo joined in on her contagious, sweet laughter and shrugged, though before she could retort him another volley of perfect banter, he shook his head and nonchalantly peered to the television she had finally stopped scrolling through.

"Yeah, see, look, that guy has the paperwork, HE KNOWS," Theo stated in playful seriousness, and as Tatum and Theo peered to the screen, they took note of a very tailored gamer, donned in a lawyer's suit, rattling off litigation they both had no clue about. The whole room echoed with erupted laughter as Theo pointed in frustration, "Dude, it's been ten business days! Tatum needs answers."

"I think you could just cut him to the chase and figure it out yourself, but that's I guess none of my business," Tatum muttered through the act of desperately stifling laughter; she firmly began to stab her way through the channels, once more, though this time in a very playful show of seething irritation that Theo cued to.

"I could tell you how I really feel about you, but you probably wouldn't believe me," Theo started, he could feel the words coming out of his mouth begin to crumple into trembling little breaths of terror, hot realization at just what kind of territory he was swiftly marching into, unabated; nonetheless, Tatum shrugged in coy nonchalance and continued flipping through channels.

"Don't you dare tell me that you love me, don't you do it," Tatum muttered in playful irritation, though she jolted in hot surprise, causing Theo to flinch; she urgently shifted back a channel, or two, and flagged her hand at the television, "Oh my User! It's YOU!"

"What?" Theo choked in whole confusion as the two eagerly peered to the television, though he huffed an annoyed chuckle at the sight of him, Wren, Berri and Turbo catering to the press outside of Midnight Moon Theatre, drenched in Arcadia's gorgeous sunlight, "Ohh, oh... Yeah that was..."

"I've never seen this interview before, wait, where did this one come from?" Tatum wondered in girly excitement as she turned the volume up a bit, though Theo raised his eyebrows in hot, terrified remembrance and desperately tried to digest just what was about to take place.

"Theo, we saw Sama sneak her way into security during the show, and later hover nearby for the band's VIP greeting," A reporter curtly asked as he pushed the microphone to Theo's bubble; Theo raised his eyebrows and gave a rather dewy, plucked look of inquisition as the man eagerly pressed on with a suspicious look of uncertainty, "With her's and Gunner's previous scandal, how can you know she is to be trusted around the band?"

"I'll set the record straight, her real name is Tatum and does not go by Sama anymore," Theo urged into the microphone, it was here did Wren, Berri and Turbo easily grin eager smiles for the now swathe of loving protection Theo was due to splaying all over the media, a justification for Tatum's innocent character, "She never cheated on Gunner, that was a nasty rumor that Gunner, himself, spread. She's a lovely, beautiful individual and I'm honored to call her my friend."

"You're saying Gunner wasn't truthful with the events that took place, between him and, erm, Tatum, last year?" The man asked in incredulous disbelief, the camera shutters began to click just a little faster as everyone honed in on Theo's humbled, innocently washed look of adamant justice.

"None of it is true, Tatum is innocent. She didn't cheat on Gunner with Rye, Archived Chaos' previous drummer. Tatum and Rye are cousins and they previously lived together," Theo concisely urged as he shook his head and inhaled a deep, confident breath, "I want her name cleared. She's innocent."

"Theo, Theo! Are you two involved?" Someone urged, though Bedgy flagged her wing.

"Next question," She urged, saving Theo from potential word-vomit.

As the television droned on, and Turbo's and Berri's voices could be heard cutely pressing on, Theo held his breath, sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and felt his whole face get hot. The only movement now, in the room, was simply the televisions screen, and it was here did Theo nervously trail his eyes to Tatum's disposition in pale curiosity. Tatum was frozen in a small gape of whole entire surprise, a wash of humbled, dumb-founded stillness crowned her with realization. With a long-blink and a slow drag of her eyes to Theo's, she urgently peered to him in wild, grateful disbelief, the raw fact that Theo's actions most certainly lined up with his words, even when he maybe didn't know her as well as he did now. Tatum peered hard into Theo's eyes in bittersweet cuteness, a small gape of still incredulous, honored delight, she shook her head and long-blinked in continued disbelief that he would do something so incredibly sweet for her. She finally huffed a soft breath of a chuckle and allowed the edges of her gape to just barely curl, her eyes delicately scanned Theo's broad chest as he did what he could to inhale a slow, shaky breath. He gave her a defeated smile, a sheepish look of blushing certainty, he shrugged and shook his head in the conclusive proof now firmly on his side.

"I love you," Theo stated in a cute lilt of definitive delight; knowing it was so soon to be potentially spilling something so heavy all over Tatum's little soul, Theo hurried to lighten it without defacing its incredible, heartfelt value. He struggled to clear his throat and gestured to the television, "The... Lawyer guy finally got back to me, results are in."

"Teddy, I... I can't... Believe you did that, you didn't have to do that for me," Tatum hissed quietly in softened, unadulterated, defeated disbelief, the sweet laden of honey that officially calmed and quelled every last inch of her worries, the lengths in which Theo went to make sure Tatum's name was beginning to be cleared, she rested her hand over her sternum and continued to look entirely taken aback, "Y-You... You've been so adamant about my innocence for so long, haven't you."

"Hey, I... I may only beat a drum on stage, but..." Theo huffed a shaky breath and looked down to Tatum's glass coffee table in aimless searching before he finally gave her his lovely, emerald gaze, once more, "I pride myself in my intuition. I'm just glad I went with my gut for so long."

Tatum furrowed her eyebrows in a draw of lovestruck grief and narrowed her gaze in lovely, humbled disbelief. Although she wanted to throw her typical walls up, to fiercely defend her territory, Theo radiated this palpable energy of unconditional love, everlasting friendship, the honesty in his smiling, humbled eyes, Tatum gently shook her head and threw in the towel. With a gentle tense of her muscles, she eased to a lean in the act of turning off the television and tossing the remote away, and without daring to break from Theo's warm, curious eye contact, she inhaled a shaky breath through her mouth and allowed her little hand to find the side of Theo's strong, lightly stubbled jaw. Knowing she had surprised Theo, here, due to the nervous raise of his thick eyebrows, she lulled her eyes closed and bravely pressed her warm lips to his in a slight tilt of promised, snug fervor. Grateful Theo returned the kiss, she smiled on his warm, puckered lips and cupped his face into hers a little tighter as he inhaled a trembling breath through his nose.

Although the two stirred just barely, the gentle drag of Tatum's hand down the side of Theo's thick neck and trailed to his powerful, broad chest, the two parted in a hover of curious anticipation. Tatum bashfully fluttered her eyes and was thrilled they kept tight in their bubble of pressed noses, the cute potential for far more kisses to be had, though they remained in patient, curious wait together. Tatum lulled her eyes closed and relished in the feeling of Theo's hot, shaky, reserved breath against her wet mouth, she was well aware they both were on the same page due to the firm, vigorous thump of a pulse on Theo's jugular she had previously felt amidst the slide of her hand. Tatum felt as if her heart was about to explode, how desperately starved for true love she suddenly realized she was, the raw fact that she was so daintily plopped with such an incredible suitor had her mind suddenly reminding her just what all of this could entail; a beautiful, everlasting union of healthy love she had never had a proper taste of, until now. Eager to solidify their little ember of potential, Tatum felt the veins in her arms tremble with fresh glee as she warmly whispered her part in equal response on Theo's warm, slightly gaped mouth.

"I love you, too," Tatum so softly pressed, the feel of weights lifted firmly off of her was something she was now desperate to ride. Words she had never spoken to anyone before, in a romantic aspect, she could feel the two ebb and flow in a gentle, hovering tug of contemplation, as if to be opposing magnets in a temporary show of wondering if they should take the plunge, here. Tatum swallowed hard and was thrilled to feel Theo's larger, gentle hand begin to so slowly reach to cup the back of Tatum's upper arm, a cute, silent plea to make clear he wanted her to come closer. She hesitated and huffed a trembling sigh on Theo's mouth, as well as a whisper of a shy inquiry, "I-Is... Is this all too fast?"

"I-I don't know, I've never done this before," Theo blurt with a trembling, shy little laugh of whispery, blushing delight as he shrugged a little, he was eternally grateful to get a wide, bashful grin from Tatum's figure, to which she pressed a little deeper into Theo's bubble and was glad his welcoming aura practically begged her to do so.

"Me neither," Tatum whispered nervously, she slowly readjusted her sitting position so she could coyly prove to Theo that she was likely due to overloading his fresh, nervous system with the whole of her presence, here, shortly. She shook her head gently and was glad to catch the close glimpses of Theo's lovely, handsome, patient eye contact as her shivering voice carried on, "... Not like this."

"I don't think it's too fast if it feels right," Theo so tenderly encouraged above a whisper, he swallowed and exhaled a trembling breath through his nose, though just as their hovering included a gentle show of Theo's innocently curious flash of his emerald eyes, Tatum finally cupped Theo's face as delicately as she could and was able to lean deeper into his bubble.

"Probably the only thing I've felt right about in a very long time," Tatum rushed in a shy, whispery giggle on his mouth, though with the urge to chase every single last drop of these feelings, Tatum pulled Theo in from their tiny gap and sank her lips into his, once more.

Theo raised his eyebrows in delirious, world-altering surprise and eased a dreamy little smile on Tatum's warm, plump lips. He happily eased in and out of their gentle lulls of kisses, the tilt of their heads, he shyly followed her cues and did everything he could to study up as quickly as he possibly could. Certain she probably was aware of his whole entire inexperience, here, he was grateful she wasn't turned off by any of it. Allowing her lead to soak over him in quick lessons learned, he did what he could to earn his keep in the form of tenderly allowing his hand to move from being cupped to her upper arm, to so softly traverse to her upper back in a tender, open palm of boyish curiosity. Simply pressed to encourage her and follow the rhythm of slow, easy love they had suddenly followed in to, Theo inhaled a deep breath through his nose and very quickly realized that said form of firm touching and caressing, down her spine, was a proverbial on switch, the accelerator. Duly noting all of these sparks and logging it all away, he immediately understood the rewards of his actions and was entirely floored to feel Tatum push her palms to Theo's upper chest and guide him back to how he was normally sitting.

In the break of their lovely kiss of hot, gaping breath and sticky lips, Theo raised his eyebrows in delirious surprise and was entirely shocked to feel Tatum's body softly worm onto Theo's sitting figure. Certain he was in another realm, he inhaled a shaky breath and did whatever he could to welcome Tatum to whatever she wanted, whatever she needed, it was here did Theo feel his heart pump blood faster than ever before, hot realization that he was cutely plopped right into the very predicament he was certain would never come about. Feeling as if he had just won the lottery, he cocked an eyebrow and sagged into the loveseat he was comfortably eased into, though with this new little addition of fresh love, he bashfully helped Tatum into his lap amidst a wide straddle he did whatever he could to prove to his brain was genuinely real. Although uneducated and happy to follow in Tatum's tender lead, instinct began to cue hot coals in the back of Theo's brain, the drive to complete a deed he knew he was coded for, an urge that he kept stifled for the sake of being a gentleman. With the feel of Tatum's strong, little hands that draped down Theo's broad chest, the press of their gaping kiss, the firm dig of Tatum's knees confidently pressed into the couch, on either side of Theo's hips, he did absolutely everything he could to allow his larger hands to slowly and cautiously meet her little waist and feel the soft skin on her back.

Theo's deep voice grumbled a cute, delirious rasp of a groan as he smiled on their kiss, something that began to intensify in the act of Tatum's needy hands that eventually found the crazy waves of his lovely, muted green hair. Tatum grappled the back of his skull and inhaled the sweet scent on the skin of Theo's face, she arched herself harder into his being as his larger hands began to grow a bit more firm and needy in a grapple of tugging delight. Although still desperately trying to figure all of this out, Theo knew a simple, silent suggestion wouldn't hurt anyone, and it was in this rush of bravery Tatum had so lovingly supplied him with, did he gently slide his large hands down her back, gripped her hips and cautiously tugged her wider straddle a little harder into his lap. Desperation began to flood his veins, he furrowed his eyebrows in hot delight and was entirely floored to feel Tatum's spine tense in unadulterated surprise upon feeling Theo's firm, concealed distention. Knowing, full well that he got the point across, Theo bravely bought into their intensified kiss and tugged Tatum a little bit more firmly into his lap. With a pop and a smack, Tatum gasped a silent, sharp little noise of girly discombobulation, broke their kiss and firmly tucked her face into the side of Theo's jugular.

"Theo," Tatum huffed in shaky, girly desire as she almost huddled into Theo's chest. Having to pry his eyes from the back of his skull, he grinned in bashful, fresh delight and lovingly draped his strong arms about her little figure, his palms so soothingly rubbed all over her upper and lower back as she cutely tucked into the side of his throat for a few hungry, gaping kisses. Theo shakily eased a shy, whispery chuckle as she hovered near his ear in shivering, silent inquiry, "C-can we, uh..."

"Move quicker than what we already are?" Theo quietly blurt with a shaky laugh of wild disbelief, him and Tatum fell into sweet, shy laughter with one another, though she raised her eyebrows in surprise and watched as he swung his arm over the backrest of the couch and let his palm come alive with his lovely, olive-green colored coding, "I would love nothing more."

Tatum furrowed her brow in delicate confusion and sat up a little, though she froze in cute delight as she watched Theo's lovely coding grip the coding of her bedroom door, from across the gap. With a gentle arch of his thick wrist, Tatum's door firmly sagged shut with a hefty clack, proving that it was also tightly locked. Tatum bashfully peered down to Theo's oozing confidence, and even though he was delightfully traipsing into this mess for the very first time, she was entirely floored to see him really take every single little aspect of newness in stride. Although Theo's hands firmly sagged back to her hips in a needy draw of wanting to cautiously get this show on the road, Tatum was thrilled to feel Theo's willing vibe, here. She was well aware this wasn't an act of decision making, though more so an act of blossoming love, a different way for the two to really get the ball rolling. With all of this daintily hanging in the air, Tatum rushed to hear the words from his mouth. Although she was the one with the experience, here, she somehow sapped to Theo's manly confidence and was thrilled he was all ears, eager to extinguish her fires and assure her that she was in good hands.

"Theo, let's... Just... I-I mean, what I'm trying to say is, we should probably... Like..." Tatum's shivering soul daintily fumbled words out of her rib cage, something that now fueled Theo's confidence; he shook his head, held her hips and inhaled a deep, trembling breath through his broad chest.

"No swapping, let's just enjoy each other," Theo whispered quietly as they caught eyes; Tatum's face was eternally blistered in a hot blush, and though his face was equally as bruised with such, he grinned in chuckling delight and lovingly leaned up to push a few eager smooches into the cusp and underside of her little jaw. She grinned in bashful delight, scrunched her shoulders and easily soaked her relaxed hands to Theo's thick clavicles, her disposition finally sagged in succumb to his lovely, gentlemanly aura, something permanently plastered to him no matter what. His easy tug of warmth and desire kept her cupped into his body, the product of all their squirming and shower of new love still sat angrily snug between Tatum's still wider straddle on Theo's lap. Theo's deep voice pressed a soft whisper into her ear as his larger hands slowly swept up her body in a seductive draw of eagerly waiting to supply her with all the love she had been missing out on, "You haven't had an easy go... Let me take all that stress off of your shoulders."

"I don't want this just once," Tatum warily admitted as the two melted in to each other, she could practically feel Theo's seductive, lovely grin on her throat.

"Nah, you're stuck with me, now," Theo's deep voice playfully warned in a crackling whisper, Tatum blurt a shy, girly giggle the second he teasingly wrinkled his nose and gnawed on her bare little shoulder.

"Promise?" Tatum's voice feathered in a whisper over the side of Theo's head, she fluttered her eyes and felt her heart thump heavily like a drum, the thud of sagging into this impending union, she bravely laid a few warm smooches to Theo's temple, her little hands brushed away his messy, darker green hair, she shivered with the feel of his large hands that crawled down her littler body.

"Promise," Theo cutely assured, and in the gentle tug of slow motion urgency, the rush of wanting this act to somehow be indulged in with a sense of fast-paced desire that melted into savoring every single second, Theo did whatever he could to try and come across as educated about all of this.

Thrilled Tatum at least somewhat took the reigns with the dribble of her little fingertips down Theo's broad chest, Theo felt a sharp breath catch in the back of his throat the second her intentions lead to the raw act of trying to free Theo from the buttons of his lazy grey shorts. Clothes that very clearly made the product of their sudden, slow-stir of a pot obvious, Theo felt his head grow heavy in the rush of uncertain desire the second Tatum's careful, shaking hands revealed Theo's larger extension. Doing everything not to stiffen his spine and become a frozen, bewildered spectator in this two-person sport, Theo's shy, emerald eyes peered up to Tatum's in a trembling aura of reserved, though desirably urgent uncertainty. Thankful she caught on to all of this, Theo melted at the sight of her sweet, narrowed gaze, the little, seductive, welcoming smile she eased across her rosy cheeks. She just barely wrinkled her nose, amidst said smile, and tenderly shook her head, as if to silently shoo all of Theo's quiet worries away, as if to silently assure him that he didn't need to be nervous. Catching on to the fact that he was a fresh soul to this fragile realm of romance, she was happy to take the lead, and although a bit of a faster pace than what Theo was anticipating, he still sagged firmly into the couch and continued to do whatever he could to not have an entire out of body experience.

In the act of still trying to perfect just how fast or slow to take this enormous leap, Tatum's trembling hands did everything they could to pull her short, black cotton shorts out of the way, a messy act of desperately pulling Theo to correction, and upon the first nudge of their impending union, Tatum finally grappled her hands to Theo's shoulders and almost eyed him in suddenly bewildered nervousness. Feeling as if he was certainly due to throwing up his whole heart and every other organ that possibly could follow suit, Theo's quivering hands did whatever they could to grip Tatum's hips, and upon the gentle sag of finalized, physical love, Theo's emerald eyes glossed over in twinkling enchantment the moment Tatum gaped and slowly lulled her head back in a show of silent, trembling surprise. Through a cough of a shaky, wistful exhale of near-grinning disbelief, Theo's chest heaved a few times in remembering to keep breathing, he long-blinked in unadulterated surprise that any of this was happening, entire gratitude that he most certainly had one of his biggest dreams come true. The honor to absolutely rock Tatum's world, the person he admired and looked up to the most, Tatum's little body sagged deeper onto Theo's strong posture as if to show a very equal amount of gratitude here.

Thankful Theo had a front row seat to just how it was done, he was happy to allow Tatum to fuel his confidence a little. He dug his thumbs into the sides of Tatum's hips as he kept ahold of her, though he choked a nervous jolt of a breath as she slowly tensed in a lift off of his lap. In a slow motion of coming back down to a clean sit, Theo cocked an eyebrow, allowed his mouth to gape just a little and was absolutely certain he was due to going cross-eyed, involuntarily. Being snapped back to the grid by the shaky, moaning little giggle of understanding that came out of Tatum's rib cage, Theo curled his little gape of a grin in delirious cuteness, he finally sagged his head back to the rest of her loveseat and peered up into her eyes and to her figure. Although he allowed himself to be a rag doll, an audience member to the most important star of the show, he kept his larger hands gripped to Tatum's hips and aided in her slow movement. The arch of her hips, the seductive slide of her hands down Theo's front, the sharp gasps and the squeeze of a draw her little body delivered, Theo guided her almost soothing movement and was pretty positive the room about the two was a glowing blur of heavenly clouds. The halo of the chandelier about Tatum's shoulders and head now had Theo wanting to bet money that he had entered heaven's gates.

With each slow tug and tight return of skin to skin, the careful movement of easy rhythm, Theo's larger hands easily draped up and down Tatum's arched back and spine. The dribbles of her velvety fur that trailed to the nape of her neck, Tatum's exhausted, croak of wistful moans coat her vaulted ceiling in a reverb that had Theo's inner ears spinning. Theo long-blinked in continued disbelief as his depleted gaze trailed up Tatum's beautiful, curvy body from their throbbing connection, the course of his hands all over her skin, thumbs and palm pads that messily slid up the thin give of her tank top, he dared to let a cheeky grin curl across his face with the fact that their movements kept a steady rhythm in time. Although Tatum's solid movements were smooth and graceful, an easy, slow draw and bounce of proverbially savoring every single little feeling, Theo could feel his fingers begin to itch, an itch that practically coursed through every single last fiber of coding in his system. Due to doing absolutely everything he could to not allow himself to expel coding into her body, he scrunched his eyes tight in impending dread and went against what his mind was likely beginning to warn him of. Desperate to hear her voice a little louder, to feel every single ounce of this molten experience, Theo grit his teeth a little and grappled Tatum's hips in timed readiness.

As Tatum's body lifted for the hundredth time, Theo inhaled a readied breath and brought her back down to him a little bit more firmly than prior. Theo raised his eyebrows in stark surprise the second Tatum's body went rigid in sensual, desirable shock, the sharp, dry gasp that she urgently sucked in was loudly expelled in the form of a raspy trail of an urgent moan out to the room, the way his name trembled from her mouth, Theo fluttered his eyes and shook his head in raw disbelief. Disbelief that this was happening, disbelief that he wasn't really due to wanting to put a halt to any of it, no matter what, disbelief that he was willing to push any limit he could, here, he grit his teeth and began to take control in the form of now moving Tatum's hips and rear for her. With vigorous movement, though still held with tenderness and catered to a shocking sensation that still felt amazing, Theo sagged back a little more the second Tatum now pushed her strong hands to Theo's chest and hovered over him in gaping uncertainty. Theo huffed a shaky groan of a noise up into her face, the wet gape of their mouths that hovered before one another, the sharp inhale of each other's exhales, Theo fluttered his eyes in delirious, world-shattering desire as her lovely pink hair tickled the tops of his shoulders.

Caught in a gaping kiss, the firm tilt of their heads allowed the two to collide in a whirlwind of hot passion. In their firm, now quick movements, the break and push of their lips continued in a soft lull of gasping moans, the two danced in the urgent dilemma of either catching a breath or expelling loud, vocal desire, all thrown in with the desperation to physically prove just how much either being wanted this sweetly sinful act of diving in head first. Still hovered over Theo's depleting figure, a boastful show of just how much power he exuded, how much power he had so delicately concealed in the form of coming off as cuddly as a teddy bear, Tatum sagged her forehead to Theo's broad, strong shoulder and whimpered him a small plea of a sudden mind-reversal. Theo's eyes popped open in surprise as her tender voice begged for every last ounce of his pixels, their movements vigorously kept up as Theo had to urgently search for the last little embers of rational thinking, all the way at the back of his brain. Hard shivers immediately shot down his spine the second Tatum's teeth sunk into the skin on Theo's traps, just underneath his ear. His pupils tightened amidst the draw of feeling the little sting of her sharper fangs that buried into his skin. Although not enough to make him bleed, he heaved a shaky groan of strange delight and almost relished in the idea of everything hitting him, dead on.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place, Theo huffed a shaky plea of nervousness as he continued to help Tatum firmly move, the rush of coding that began to so urgently assure him that he was either due to throwing Tatum off of him, or he'd be en route to fully swapping codes with her. In the messy scan of desperation, eager to have his cake and eat it too, his coding jolted about in wary uncertainty, a green mess of agitation that promptly began to give loud warning signals inside Theo's mind, that if he were to jump ship, he only had merely seconds to do so. With the readjustment of Tatum's gentle biting, the jolt of electricity that shot down Theo's spine, he grit his teeth and did absolutely everything he could to reserve his precious coding amidst the expel of his own DNA outside of it. Although he could feel Tatum's little body so eagerly follow suit, and the rush of her own coding now began to desperately bang on the closed doors of Theo's coding, he choked a noise of confused, pleasurable pain and could feel the coded end of this mess come back into his mainframe in a confused buzz of terror, like a panic of bees that suddenly were without a hive or a queen. Not well versed in code blocking, Theo's vision went white for a few moments as the feeling, of coming to, passed, and though the initial pleasure of everything he just partook in was very apparent, Theo long-blinked in unadulterated uncertainty, the benefits of said action was something he was now entirely certain would come with a very nasty backlash, a realm of coded territory he now had to blindly navigate with the fresh, new lover he had bravely taken on.