Howl looked startled as he looked back in the direction of Sophie's raspy voice. It didn't fit her, but her messy look sure did. As Sophie crawled her way toward him, he started to smirk wider and wider. A taunting look... She finally grasped the silky cloth of his boxers and pulled. His erection caught for a second but she pulled again and down they went. Her smirk slowly faded as she faced his member. She straightened and sat back as if he were disfigured somehow. Howl stared at her curiously, his grin still playing at his lips. An eyebrow arched. "Don't back out on me now," he gave a playful growl, lurking forward.

Sophie started to scoot back as if she were testing him. She was starting to come out of her shell, so at least she wasn't running away in fear again. She was matching her playfulness with her own in a way. Howl arched the other eyebrow for a moment as he tilted his head to the side and studied the back end of her. She started to crawl away. His face warmed up a bit at the look of what he was after. He caught sight of a glimmer, automatically thinking she was ready for him. Howl reached forward and grasped her ankle and halted her crawling. This resulted in a plop on her chest. Howl crawled over top of her and straddled her butt, holding her down. "Now I have you," he chimed, pulling himself to her feet and dragging Sophie with him after he got a good hold of her. He tossed her onto the bed again, finding his rightful place over top of her. He bent down to place a kiss upon her smooth lips, adding a nice shade of red to her cheeks. Howl let his hands explore her creamy skin again, receiving the raising of bumps all across any visible skin. As her nipples pointed into the fabric, he reached up and ran circles around them. Sophie started to squirm. Howl ran his fingers down to her inner thighs, running closer and closer to her wet, glistening opening. "Howllll…" Sophie complained.

Howl reached up and captured her lips again, giving her something else to worry about as he grasped a handful of her breasts. Her moan vibrated in the deep of her throat and she squirmed more, rising herself and trying to press into him eagerly. He answers this with his hand that rushed back down to her opening, rubbing at her clitoris. He didn't do this long, for he still wouldn't allow her to get any closer to an orgasm. He would drive her wild and it looked as if he was accomplishing it. Her hands had found their way to his black hair, raking through it and sliding down to his shoulders as she dug her nails into him. She gave a cry, staring at him as he pulled away and situated himself at her feet. He first pushed apart her legs and bent his head toward her wetness. Sophie bolted upright in a moment of confusion, trying to clamp her legs shut. Howl overpowered her. As he gave a lick at her exposed, swollen clit, she gave a jump. Howl started to chuckle but parted her lips to see just what he was going to be after down here. He licked lightly, tasting her sweetness. Sophie gave a whimper, pushing at his head to get him away. "Howl… Howl, no," she pleaded, her face reddening deeply in embarrassment.

As if he didn't hear her pleading, Howl continued his motives. He suckled at her swollen button, more of her sweetness leaking out of her and into his mouth. Sophie continued to push at him, his name coming from her lips every time he found her clitoris. It seemed to be his favorite spot on her so far. It made her tremble and shake; it came off as seductive, squirming and wriggling her hips as if it would get her out of his grasp. Finally, he freed himself from her warmth, having to wipe his mouth. "Tasty," he purred as he caught his breath. His member twitched a couple of times in agreement, even more so as he looked at her lusty form below him.

Sophie wriggled herself back, her chest rising and falling heavily. She pulled her legs to her chest, angling herself away from him. "You think what will save yourself?" Howl asked, grinning slightly, crawling toward her.

She whined, curling herself up into a tight ball after thinking about what to do in so little time. The fetal position was her answer. She pulled a pillow to her chest, but Howl managed to pull it from her easily. As he pulled it, Sophie came with it, right into his lap as he wanted. He tried extremely hard to get her to sit still, but every time she felt the prod of his member, she tried to go back into her fetal position. He had to admit her wriggling against him turned him on. "Keep wiggling, we'll get somewhere," he purred, giving a shudder.

Sophie stopped immediately, thinking about this. She made a face and pulled from him, rubbing at her warm face. "I'll make you get to know it better~" he chimed, crawling over top of her and pinching at her sides, which he knew were her ticklish spots. She yelped and tried not to giggle, shoving at his hands.

"Noooo," she complained, thrashing about.

In a moment, there was silence as their lips came into contact with each other. A grumble sounded and Howl look displeased, pulling back and staring at the culprit: her hungry stomach. He cursed slightly, pulling himself from her and getting to his feet. "Alright, fine. Food," he said as he pulled on his pants after his boxers. His hard-on was hidden for now. "Stay," he demanded as he looked back to her, disappearing out of the door.

Sophie was left with silence, laying there on the bed. She was staring hard at the door that had no door-handle when she had tried to leave. Wizards… she thought, frustrated.

As Howl busied himself in the kitchen, he had prepared a nice little lunch for the two of them. There wasn't much in his fridge except fruit that had yet to be eaten. A couple cartons of strawberries and peaches and pears. She scratched lightly at the back of his head and decided this would have to do. He chopped them up finely, poured the pile of mixed fruit into a bowl. He heard footsteps rushing down the stairs and he turned to see the familiar red hair of Markl, and… his disappointed face. "Is she sick or something? You hardly eat or cook, Master Howl…" Markl said, hardly looking any happier than he had been yesterday at dinner.

Howl shrugged. "She's… kind of sick," he said, trying to hold back a laugh. "She just needs something to eat so her grumbling doesn't drive me crazy."

Markl stared at him for a moment, and then decided it was a reasonable explanation. "I made pancakes. Give her some of those," he said, looking eager.

Howl arched his eyebrows at him, searched the refrigerator and found them. He pulled the container from the cold and settled them onto a plate after he warmed them. Finding a tray, he put the plate and bowl onto it, pouring a glass of milk and adding it, not forgetting the silverware. He took it upstairs and reentered his bedroom, finding Sophie wrapped in his blanket a few feet from the door. He blinked at her. Sophie dashed back into the bed. She seemed to be trying to figure out his magic trick with the door. He came to the bedside and placed the tray in front of the lump underneath the blankets. "Eat," he said, more in a demanding tone.

The lump quivered and the silver-haired Sophie peered out. She made sure to keep herself wrapped in the blanket as she started taking pieces of fruit and popping them into her mouth. Howl merely sat and watched, until he crawled up behind her and sat, his legs spread out like he wanted to do before her belly started growling. Sophie stopped her movements for a short time, the returned to eating this and that, poking the pancakes. It took Howl the longest of times to wait for her to feel her stomach. In that time he had shed himself from his pants. It was the most uncomfortable thing to be wearing when a hard-on still lingered…

Twenty minutes ticked by and Sophie had finished by downing the milk. Startling her, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him, pulling her from the blanket and leaving her naked. He had managed to forget where her nightgown disappeared to. Did he even take it off? Or did she? He let it disappear from his mind with a shake of his head and nibbled her neck. Sophie seemed to relax, even as his hand reached around and caressed her breasts. She merely gave tiny moans, barely squirming about. His member came back in its erect form eagerly, his heart racing.

Sophie purred a little, biting at her bottom lip. She felt thumping in her chest, and at her back. Was it possible to feel Howl's racing heart? Why was his beating so hard to begin with? She continued biting at her bottom lip. While he was gone, she had given herself a talk. It was obvious she had an attraction to him. She would let him do as he pleased and she wouldn't try to run from it. She had thoroughly gone over the virginity part to herself. It scared her, and it still did to this very moment, hence her racing heart, but she knew she could handle it. With Howl, she could do anything.

** I thank everyone for the views and favorites! More will come, slow or fast. College steals me away! Please be patient for Chapter 3. :] Please remember that things are STILL continuing in this story. So please bear with Howl's 'rape' side. I'm sorry if that's how everyone is seeing Howl as right now. It'll get better, I promise. ;3 Also, I know it's a lot shorter than Chapter One, but it'll get there. **