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Ally didn't know for how long she has slept, and neither did she care. But what she cared about was what happened before she slept. It all happened so fast, yet so casual, so... right, right enough to make her feel it was meant to happen, like it was written in the stars or something. She'd kissed Stanley before she slept, and she kind of liked the feeling of pressing her naked body against him. She didn't know why she did it. As said before, it just happened. And all at once, she liked it. She never thought her first kiss would be Stanley. In fact, she didn't think she'd ever have any kiss at all. They're cousins and all.
But even though they're relatives, she didn't feel the slightest weird feeling, or a voice in her head telling her 'You're disgusting. You're kissing your cousin.' She didn't feel any of those. Instead, it felt like her body wanted her to do it. Like her body wanted him. As if there were thousands of unseen forces pushing her close to him. She wanted him. She pulled him close to her, and the kiss deepened, and his mouth tasted so good. When she was just a child, she thought kissing was horrible, and she even thought that before she and Stanley pressed lips. But when they kissed, she felt like her whole life was a lie. Kissing wasn't disgusting. Kissing HIM wasn't disgusting. If she thought mouths were disgusting before, she actually gulped down his taste and it was nothing close to it. It tasted good, sweet. But not literally sweet, of course.
She woke up a few minutes ago, and the sky was still dark. Perhaps it's past midnight, but without a watch, no one knows. Before she slept, she remembered laying her head on Stanley's chest - oh, don't even get started on how good it was. Despite his non-muscular, yet non-fat build, his chest was so hard and comfortable, she went to sleep quicker than she ever had. She'd run her paws along his biceps, and to her surprise, the muscles there were hard and they weren't even contracted. She wanted to bury herself in his arms, digging her nose into his chest and sniffing his scent vigorously.
But when she woke up, Stanley wasn't there. Her back was on the ground, and thought it was hard, it wasn't as comfortable as Stanley's body. She thought Stanley was just getting more firewood because the bonfire burning a few distance away from her was already timid. But then again, there was also a pile of twigs a few distance across the fire.
Looking at the fire again, it was already a few inches from putting out. Wasn't Stanley supposed to look after that? Sighing, she rolled her eyes before she got up. She stretched like a dog and shook her body, getting rid of the drowsiness. The leaf was no longer wrapped around her, and it was laid flat on the ground next to her. Did she really just slept with Stanley naked? Him with clothes? Oh, God, did he look at her... y'know whats when she was asleep? Oh, my God, did she touch her? She brushed away the thought and tried not to think of it again. She walked over to the pile of twigs and grabbed two. When she did that, the thought went back again, and this time, she found it hard to keep away. She shook her head, getting rid of it, but it didn't. And strangely, as it went on, she found herself grinning at the thought.
She tucked the twigs in her paws and walked over to the fire. Crouching, she threw the sticks and watched the fire grew almost instantly. With the other stick, she tried putting back the rest of the twigs that have somehow found their way out of the fire. Satisfied, she threw the last twig into the fire and got up. She raised her arms and stretched, popping her knuckles, then the bones on her neck.
She went back to her leaf (the one Stanley gave) and wrapped it around herself again, lying down next to the fire. Just when she was about to close her eyes, she felt her mouth beginning to dry, and soon her throat became rough. She tried swallowing, but it didn't help. She needed a drink, and the pond seems to be the ideal drinking source; Clean and clear.
Sighing, she wiped the sweat off her fur and got up. For a while, she thought of Stanley, and how worried he might be if he comes back and not find her here. But then she shrugged it off. Stanley slash Captain Wow slash Smart Guy Slash her new boyfriend just ran off without her while she was asleep. Well, two can play it that game.
Stubbornly, she blew on the bangs of her hair, and her sights found the branch of the tree where her clothes were hanged to dry. Though, they're most likely wearable already, she didn't feel the interest to climb up and grab it. And she's sure Stanley wouldn't mind. She already allowed him to hold her naked, and that's enough.
Passing the tree, she retraced her steps back to the pond, and as she passed the big bush, her ears perked up as the sound of running water became clear. The last time she saw, the pond was calm and serene, not a single wave. She started walking slower as she got curious. She approached the big bush blocking her view of the pond. She set aside the leaves and once she got a clear view of the pond, she gasped as she saw a figure in the water, fur drenched. Ally looked closer, and no doubt about it, she saw Stanley. His sweater was folded neatly and placed on the ground next to the shallowest part of the pond.
Oh, God, Stanley? Her heart started to burst rapidly as she thought. Realizing what she's doing, she tried to look away and head back to camp, but her eyes remained glued to his wet, naked body. His fur was drenched from top to bottom, water streaming down his fur.
Look away, look away, she tried scolding herself but she couldn't take her eyes off. The air, she felt, was getting very, very warm around her body. She breathed fast as she felt something funny in her skin. She felt her fur standing on their ends and without her control, her paw raised and ran itself along her stomach, caressing her fur.
Stanley bent down and took water into his paws. He raised his palms to his lips and poured water into his mouth, few of them spilling and dripping slowly from his chin. Ally's eyes followed the stream of waters as her paw caressed her stomach, moving higher until she was touching her chest. The water streamed down from his neck, to his chest, to his stomach before dropping back into the pond.
Oh God, he's so hot! She thought as she gave up trying to look away. Her breathing turned to sighs, and she felt as if she was going to moan if she continues watching. Her eyes traced the water streaming down his arms, the arms that had been around her. Even from the distance, his muscles were highly visible and even though they weren't clenched, Ally could feel the hardness of his biceps. She fantasized running her tongue along his hard muscles. With that, she realized she was licking the top part of her tongue desirably.
Her index and middle finger found her mouth and started caressing her lips. As she continued to look, she found herself licking the tip of her index finger again, just like before. Her hormones started overproducing, surging through her system. All at once, she felt a new, uncomfortable feeling between her thighs, the nipples between her hind legs hardened. What's going on? Why's she feeling this way? Why's she even looking at him? Why can't she look away? Should a girl be doing this? A normal girl would be disgusted by herself, but not her. Mysteriously, she felt satisfied, amused.
Strangely, as she looked at Stanley's lips, there was a small grin. His eyes looked at her direction. Ally gasped and let go of the bush, letting the leaves spring back to their original position. She hid behind. When she heard his voice, she gasped again. A funny feeling started in her stomach.
"Ally? What are you doing there? I can smell you, you know," Stanley called out.
Feeling funny, Ally breathed in and out deeply, regaining her composure. She didn't dare think of what she just saw. Instead, a grin found her face as she stepped out of hiding, passing through the bush. She was greeted by the body that aroused her even more.
"I'm sorry. How long have you known I was here?" She asked.
Stanley's mouth widened, as if she said something he couldn't believe. "I- I didn't know you were here that long. We're you spying on me?"
Ally blushed again, her heart slowly building up. She looked away and grinned. "You-... you're hot." There, she said it. It's out in the open.
"Wow. You were here that long? I can say the same for you too," He fired back.
Ally blushed madder. She realized she wasn't wearing any clothes, so she used her arms and covered her chest.
She knew Stanley was looking way beyond her fur, but she shrugged off the feeling. She looked back at Stanley, and he seemed to have noticed her shyness.
"Ally, it's alright. I'm not going to look at you." Somehow, his words were convincing. She dropped her arms freely and looked at him. Darn, he's so dreamy. "Care to join me?"
Every part of Ally lightened up as she heard those words. Though they were unexpected, she was excited when she replied. "Sure."
She didn't hesitate when she moved forward, stepping her feet into the water, walking closer towards him. Her groin got soaked as she when deeper, then her tail, then her lower body. She didn't take her eyes off his chest and she fought the urge to lick her lips again. When she got closer, Stanley offered her his paw. Ally felt her cheeks burn as she took it. Then she took his other paw into hers, squeezing both paws gently. His fur's so soft and his palms were so smooth.
She looked at their held paws, the blush slowly fading away as the feeling became more mutual, more casual, more intimate.
Her eyes traveled towards his face, setting her sights down to his lips. She couldn't fight the urge anymore. She licked her lips again, then bit it with her teeth.
"Ally." His voice sounded so gentle, so relaxing, like her father's voice, but lighter.
She felt the air building up in her throat, as if her body was forced to say it out loud. "Stanley."
Letting go of his paws, Ally slowly ran her fingers along his muscles, examining it. Though they might be small, but they're hard. Harder than a piece of wood, and they're not even clenched yet. She could see the outline of his muscles under his fur. Then again, she couldn't help but lick her lips. She fantasized running her tongue along his arm.
She nearly gasped when she felt two paws holding her hips, pulling her close. Her eyes found his again. She couldn't stop staring at his eyes, the way they're so sharp around the corner making him look so fierce, but inside, he's actually pretty harmless. From his arms, Ally's paws ran up, slowly caressing his fur as she made her way to the back of his neck. She rested her paws at the back of his neck, and her heart started exploding again.
She felt her cheeks burn once more as she felt her face moving closer to him until she could feel the air coming out of his nose. Their snouts touched, just a few inches away from their lips. Ally breathed in deep, drinking in his surprisingly delicious scent.
"I-... I love you, Ally," He finally said. Ally felt like she was released from chains that bound her all her life. She smiled at him, knowing what to say next.
"I love you too, Stanley." Their faces moved closer and closer at an incredibly slow, yet intimate and passionate rate. Ally licked her lips again, trying to moisten it. She looked at him again and smiled, seductively - the manner she had never used before. She felt the warmth of their bodies defeating the warmth of the water. "Kiss me. Kiss me again and never let me go. Please?"
"I'll do anything for you, Ally. You know that."
Ally pulled his neck and smashed her lips against his, feeling the moist surface. Almost urgently, she slipped her tongue into his mouth, the insides coated with his luscious fluids. His taste coated her tongue. His heavenly, delicious taste. Suddenly, she felt more and more thirsty, but this time, it wasn't for water. She licked the sides of his mouth before meeting his tongue, letting her taste buds bathe in his delicious flavor. She gulped down hard as if to quench her thirst. She pulled his neck closer, deepening the kiss.
"Mmh...," She moaned again, this time more audibly. She wanted him to hear it. Wanted him to know what she wants, letting him know she wants nothing else in the world but this. Letting him know she's in her own little heaven.
Stanley pulled her hips closed, their bodies pressed harder and their groins touching. But she didn't care.
And for the first time in her life, she felt like full, whole, as if there was an empty space inside her and someone filled it. Stanley filled it. Her cousin. Her boyfriend. No, not just boyfriend. Stanley, to her, is more than that. He loves her, he'll do anything for her, he saved her. And because of that, she decided, he's going to be her future life partner. Her future mate.
. . . . . . .
Eleanor lied down next to Theodore on their kids' bed joint together to fit the five of them as a family. As she laid down on her mate's chest, Theodore wrapped an arm around her, making her feel the warmth and security that only he can bring. She nuzzled against his chest, breathing deeply, taking most of his scent into her nose. Nothing else smells so heavenly.
As she basked in his love and passion, her mind wandered off to the other sides of the family, specifically Brittany and Jeanette's side. Her sisters and their mates suffered a great blow their hearts, losing two children of their own. Both of them lost one, and another one from Simon's side ran away to find his sister, and Brittany's daughter probably went with him. As much as they wanted to help, they had so much on their paws too. Eleanor had so much in her paws as the female. She has to reassure the children nothing's going to happen to them, loving them, cook meals, mating with Theodore almost every second; but despite these, she just loves the responsibility. She loves being the female, especially because of the mating part - the most addictive part of their mateship. There's nothing she hates about being the female. It's her life, and she doesn't want to live it any other way. In short, she's in heaven, in paradise.
"I won!" Elisha's voice exclaimed, taking her thoughts away. She looked at the other side of the joint bed and saw Elisha and Carol cheering. TJ, not so much. They were huddled, a game of Snakes and Ladders, and it appears that Elisha won.
"You know what that means, right, TJ?" Carol grinned at her brother, and so did Elisha.
Theodore Jr. Sighed. "Yes, yes, you get to paint my claws. Do you have to?"
"We had a deal. Boy wins, Elisha and I will do half of your chores tomorrow. Girls win, we do whatever we want to do to you, big brother." Carol said.
"Oh, come on. Anything but girl stuffs. It's too... girly and gross and all," TJ complained again.
"Hey!" Both Carol and Elisha exclaimed.
"What? I'm a boy and I don't like girly things."
"But you didn't have to call it gross!" Elisha replied.
"Okay, I'm sorry. Just don't paint my claws."
Elisha and Carol looked at each other before their grin finally widened. Their gaze set from each other to their mother. "Mommy?" Elisha called.
Eleanor responded, "Yes, honey?"
"Is it alright if we paint daddy's claws too?"
Eleanor felt Theodore's arm tense and flinch. "What? No way."
"Yes, way," Carol and Elisha said simultaneously.
"Look, I love you girls, and I'd love to do anything for you. But this-"
"Please daddy?" Both Carol and Elisha widened their eyes and pouted their face, setting a puppy-dog look. Eleanor looked at them and found her eyes glued to their faces. Those were, without a doubt, one of the most adorable things she'd ever seen. She resisted the urge to "Aw" at them.
Eleanor looked at Theodore and smiled. His face was as if he got caught up in crossroads of decisions that decide his fate. Eleanor leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Oh, Teddy, they're so adorable."
"I- uh... I..." Theodore kept looking at their daughter's face, unable to speak properly. "Okay, alright, alright, paint my claws," He finally broke.
The girls cheered.
Eleanor heard Theodore's sigh. She reached for his chin and let him set his sights on her. She gave a seductive smile before she licked him on the lips. "I'll make it up to you when they're done. I'd like to know how it feels to have colored claws caress the most restricted area of my body."
Theodore looked up at the kids and smiled before facing me again. When he spoke, his voice was low, careful not to let the kids hear. "We can't use our room, remember?"
"We could always do it in the garden outside. There are bushes everywhere and the flowers are romantic..." She moved closer and pecked his lips. "...and so are you."
. . . . . . .
Brittany just loved this feeling, and she'll never trade it for the world. The feeling of closeness with family and the protectiveness of her mate. She lied down beside Alienelle and Bryon while Alvin wrapped into a protective ball around them. The feeling is reassuring her that things that things are not going to get worse than this. That everything is slowly getting better and better every second. She felt the warmth of Alvin wrapped around them, as if he wants nothing to happen to happen to them. Protective them as if an invisible force was going to take one of them away from him any second.
Feeling the warmth, she threw her arms around Bryon, who unconsciously faced her and returned the cuddle. None of them were awake. Alvin was asleep, Bryon and Alienelle were asleep. Brittany found it hard to sleep after what happened to Ally. The missing space on the bed made her feel empty without AJ usually cuddling her from behind before they got their own room, or without Ally asking her innocent questions.
She felt Bryon nuzzling his cheeks against her chest.
She rubbed her chin against the top of his head and kissed him.
Just when she decided to fall asleep again, she heard a knock on the door. It wasn't urgent, it wasn't casual too, and it sounded like human knuckles. Brittany heard Alvin's moan as he moved and opened his eyes. "Brit? Who could that be?" He asked.
Brittany shrugged. "I don't know."
Alvin faced the door and answered it with a slow moan. "Come in."
The door opened with a slow squeak, and Dave and Jeremy appeared, their expression unreadable under the dim lit room. As Brittany saw them, she knew something bad was happening. She braced herself for the news.
"What is it?" Alvin asked.
Dave and Jeremy looked at each other before finally turning, grins barely visible but present. "The police scouted possible locations where your AJ and Serene are."
Brittany felt like this was a good news. She relaxed but tensed up afterwards.
"And?" Alvin asked.
"We found them."
Sorry, the last part of this chapter was written in scratch, unedited, and written with a sleepy mind. So, sorry for the lack of details.
So, guys, now that the "Love? What Is It" sequel is coming to an end (Don't worry, I'll write another sequel after my next story. I can't let go of this), I've posted some story summaries in my profile. So, it might help me if you vote which story I'm going to do next. :D