Something was different about him, yet …everything was the same. He somehow seemed changed around her; however, she couldn't quite put her finger on it. He was still the same old Once-ler, the same man who loved and adored her; but still she could not completely ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Standing by the large bay window overlooking the dwindling Truffula valley she let her thoughts consume her, barely noticing that the solitude of the room had been broken by a lean figured adorn completely in green. She was pulled back to reality by the touch of slender arms, still donning an infamous pair of green gloves, snaking around her waist and pulling her close. Using his grasp upon her waist, he pulled her body close against his; nuzzling his face into the skin along her jaw line. Her scent, clean like after a rainstorm, both encaptivated and aroused him. The warmth of her body against his fueled his growing desire for her… he had to have her now.

Completely enveloped by him, she turned slowly into his body to face him lifting her eyes to meet his. That's when she saw it, the look in his eyes – the something different. His eyes had been overflowing with a sense of lust and a new hunger had arisen, a hunger –she assumed- for her. He wanted her, all of her, to make her his and nothing else had the power to impede or quell this new found desire. The lust in his eyes had come to replace the once sweet innocence that had resided there. But was it so wrong for him to feel this way? She thought briefly, after all the two had been together for quite some time, growing as individuals as well as a couple, it was only natural. Wasn't it?

She allowed her thoughts to escape her, melting into him once he planted his lips upon hers, making his intentions for the evening clearly known.


Brimming with pleasure the couple lay together, limbs intertwined, drinking in the ecstasy of their love making. She laid in the crook his neck, ear upon his heart, holding him close listening for the rhythm of his heartbeat-the one thing that had always remained a constant. She was blissful and finally forgot the sinking feeling of an earlier problem, for she was with him and nothing else mattered. As she drifted to sleep the Once-ler, lying upon his back, starred at the ceiling both relishing in the escapades of the evening as well as the idea of biggering and biggering. He thought of nothing from the past, and only the promise of his future.