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Ovaan heard her soft cry and looked up at her in tim eto see her pass out. He gasped and moved to her side. Was she breathing? Had she died? Had he killled her? No!

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the rise and fall of her chest that meant that she was still alive. He allowed himself a little moment to laugh at himself for acting so foolish. He brushed her hair out of her face, biting his lip. She would hate him. She would hate him forever for this. But she had been asking for it! It wasn't his fault!

...How else could he get her to stay?

Ovaan inhaled sharply, his face flushing as she moved closer. He gave himself a moment to breathe, then looked down at her, now practically laying in his lap. She looked troubled in her sleep, like she desperately needed comforting, and she looked so tired.

Tired. Right. She needed sleep. He could only think to take her back to the tree. It was the only safe place for her. His face flushed pleasantly as she cuddled even closer in her sleep. At least in her sleep she wasn't so heartless. He stood , picking her up and holding her like a baby in his arms. It as then that he remembered that his wings weren't dry. He couldn't fly. He pursed his lips, disgruntled, and sat down. He held her in his lap, letting her head rest on his shoulder, her back to his chest. He closed his eyes, leaning his back against the walls of the tunnel, allowing himself to indulge in enjoying her warmth. Her company when she was concious wasn't nearly as pleasant than when she was asleep. She was mean when she was awake.

An'shek, calmed now that Ovaan was here, shuffled off down her tunnel, leaving the two humans alone now that she felt unthreatened by them.

Ovaan flushed deeply as she moved against him, turning and clinging to him, her lips brushing against his neck, sending shivers down his spine. When she relaxed in his hold, he felt like he was in paradise. He couldn't remember having ever felt happier than he felt right then, holding the sleeping woman in his arms. His crazed fight to keep her with him all made perfect sense now. This was what he wanted from her.

Feeling Kelala shift agianst him, Ovaan awoke. A thrill of terror zipped down his spine. Would she be mad at him? Would she hate him again?! All of these fears were distinguished, however, when she simply cuddled up closer to him -causing his breath momentarily to leave him in the process- apparently content to rest against him longer. He was hardly going to complain. In fact, once he'd caught his breath again, he lightly stroked her hair. He flittered his wings a little, dismayed to find that they were still slightly damp. He still couldn't fly, and it would take them forever to dry in this cold dark environment.

Oh, well. So long as she'd decided not to hate him at the moment, he was happy.

She was like a kitty! Keeping this in mind, he moved his fingertips to the back of her ear, gently massaging the skin of her scalp. She was parctically purring, and seemed so content that it was almost as if the girl who kept trying to hurt him and the one he now held in his lap were two completely different people. Feeling bold and affectionate, he tugged her sleeve down off of her shoulder and leaned closer, gently kissing the bare skin.

He stilled, his lips still against her shoulder when she froze. When she made no move to push him away he continued his affectionate little attack, moving his lips against her shoulder in a kiss. He moved his lips over her shoulder to her neck, which he also kissed, with more hunger this time. Getting carried away, he moved his hands to her hips, holding he rto him in a surprisingly seductive manner as he kissed her neck. Of course, he had no idea how sexy he was acting. He was just doing what felt right.

Ovaan felt his pulse pick up in excitement when she still failed to pull away from him. She wasn't sleeping anymore, or else she wouldn't be moving like this. Why, then...? He didn't bother questioning it. It felt too good to tear apart with logic. As she leaned her head back, allowing his soft, warm lips more access to her neck, he moved his hands from her hips to her back, supporting her. He let his lips rest on her pulse, feeling the quickening beat as he held her so close their chests touched. After a moment he moved his lips back to the side of her neck, kissing her warm skin affectionately, then more hungrily, quickly getting carried away in the moment.