ALTERNATIVE SCENE FROM CHAPTER 12: DO YOU THINK ABOUT THAT OFTEN?


He believed the word for this experience was tantalizing. The skin beneath his light fur tingled with her feather light touches, rendering his breath shallow from both pleasure and his frantic attempts not to purr. Gritting his teeth, he reassured himself with the thought that this process would be over soon, and she wouldn't even be in front of him for the next part. She would have to circle behind him to undo the…wait, what was she doing? Why was she kneeling down before him like that? In the following seconds, he distantly felt tickling sensations as she removed the anklets distantly because what he was mainly experiencing in that moment was the feeling of blood rushing to the opposite ends of his body. However, when she leaned forward, close enough that strands of her hair began to cling to the pelvic armor from static, her hands reaching to his waist, Mewtwo acted.

Placing his paws upon her shoulders, he shoved her away frantically, his heart almost palpitating at her nearness of her mouth to his groin, regardless of the sheet of metal between them. In a strained voice, he growled, "Cassandra, explain to me what you think you are doing. Now, preferably."

She blinked her wide, grey eyes up at him, and gaped at his panicked outburst…and ultimately, her surprised look only further degraded his self-control. "What? After that clasp is undone, you can step out of the rest of that over-elaborate, bulky suit. Why you're wearing it at one in the morning is baffling enough, but didn't you also tell me once that you hated this thing? So why are you fussing now?"

How could she possibly not know what was alarming him? Did she honestly believe he was asexual? Depressed by the thought, he supposed that he should explain to her that he was, in fact, a sexually mature male, before the situation completely got out of hand. Gritting his teeth, he said, "While it pleases me that you are once again capable of teasing me, I would prefer it if you not tease a certain other portion of my being with the nearness of your mouth. So if you would please get off your knees, I would greatly appreciate it."

For a few lengthy seconds, Cassandra merely stared at him…before, almost comically, she flushed crimson and turned her face to the side. Unable to meet his eyes, she eventually regained her ability to speak, and when she did, only made matters worse by mumbling, "Oh…so, um…do you think about that often?" Her adorable shyness in that moment made his mind go blank, to the point where he didn't notice the corners of her lips tugging upwards into a wicked grin as she purred, "Because you know, I still owe you something for White Day, and it would only be fair if I…oh, Mewtwo, get back here! Can't you take a joke?" For the clone, feeling every muscle in his body tighten at her suggestion, had abruptly whirled away to keep her from seeing his flustered expression. Soon enough she seemed to realize how he'd interpreted her jibe, and said, "Wait…oh, god, I didn't mean it like that! I meant giving you a hentai video or comic as a gag gift, not…! I wouldn't even know how to do that right anyhow, so…um…no?"

He would later muse that she definitely hadn't been fishing for a compliment there. However, his instinctual need to comfort her compelled him to respond, and when he did, he only made their conversation even more awkward. "I am certain any male you attempted that on would disagree. You have a nice mouth, after all."

If there was ever a time when he wanted to face-palm, that would have been it. What the hell had he just said…? Even Cassandra seemed at a loss, for how exactly was a girl supposed to respond to that? "Er…thank you? Is there anything else I should know, Mewtwo?" she asked, her curiosity blending with her wariness. At least around her, the clone had never expressed this side of himself before, so she hadn't the faintest idea of how she should react to it. Yes, she cared for her friend dearly and even considered him attractive, but she wasn't certain what to make of this...

Yet while Cassandra was mulling over her uncertainty, Mewtwo had reached the end of his. No longer able to endure the tension between them, and no longer able to tolerate the distance they maintained, his resistance concerning her buckled and caved. All at once, he felt himself giving in to everything he felt for her, and drawing her to her feet, he committed a very human act of affection.

He pressed his mouth to hers, and murmured the answer to her question. "I love you, Cassandra."

And after that they made sweet love, although neither of them were daring enough to use their mouths on each other like that that night. As for the other nights to come...well that was their business.