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Antony didn't notice Stewart, more worried about the new wounds in her shoulder as well as the far off cries of Jamal. Hopefully he didn't meet their trap, or Ambrose.

Her gaze tore from the jungle as she fixed it on her bloodied shoulder, in a sort of daze, and still slightly shocked.

Whirling around at the voice, Antony cringed at the pain that shot through her shoulder, up through her chest, and then down through her fingertips. It took her a second to recognize the man in a... Skirt, but she relaxed visibly when she saw that it wasn't Jamal back to tear her a new one.

She opened her mouth to answer the question, but couldn't come up with much to say. Instead, she simply glanced back down to the wounds.

Antony debated retorting back towards Stewart about his comment being obvious knowledge, but she simply sighed. Reaching for the shirt she had been using to cool down Jamal's fever earlier, Antony absently dabbed her shirt on the open wounds, hissing audibly. It didn't bother her that she was shirtless at all.

Letting the hand with her shirt fall, she glanced over towards the ocean first and then the stowed away alcohol. "You're right," she murmured softly, and she immediately stood and kicked off her shoes and socks before unbuckling her belt and pushing down her pants.

She glanced at Stewart silently before heading towards the ocean, not at all ashamed that she was only in her skivvies in front of a priest.

His verbal prayer caused her to stop midstep and turn around, eyes narrowing with irritation. "Excuse me?! Did you just call me Satan?!" Antony hissed, violet eyes boring through the priest's own.

Like hell she was going to stand for being called 'satan' for not wearing all her dry clothes into the ocean.

"Moreau's just a twisted, sadistic b*****d. Nothing more, and nothing less." She said with a frown, irritated that Stewart was giving Moreau so much power by pretty much calling Carrot Top God's match. Not that she believed in one god, but it was the principle of the thing.

And then he presented a challenge. "And what do you desire most?" Antony murmured, taking a step or two towards him.

Her throbbing shoulder was put on hold for now.

"Emily Rose's heart was not black," Antony murmured in a lower voice, and stepped towards him slowly, as not to spook him. Granted, she had only seen the Emily Rose movie, but the possessing comment made her think of it.

But on to more important things.

Her eyebrow arched as her lip curled in a slight smirk. She was able to pick up what he was going to say next, and when a blush was added, Antony was positive of what he had been going to say.

"Really?" She said softly, taking advantage of him glancing away to close the distance between them both. Without delay, Antony ignored the pain in her shoulder as she reached her hand out to turn his face back to her own, and before he could protest, she leaned up and pressed her lips to his.

Considering how jittery he was, the tattooed woman decided to keep the kiss rather tender and sweet. Anything else and he may run away screaming. He had to like kissing first, and thankfully, that was one of Antony's many talents.

She was surprised that he didn't pull away, but when he didn't, Antony lightly cupped his jaw and deepened the kiss only slightly. Her other hand went to rest lightly on his hip, pulling him to her slowly. Antony didn't push him, knowing that she couldn't approach him the same way she did Jamal.

This was a more delicate situation.

Antony was encouraged by his hands wrapping around her waist, and she leaned up against him. It wasn't long before she slowed down her pace and pulled back with a few shorter kisses. A smile came to her lips, her eyes cracking open, but only enough so that they were slits.

"That's what I assumed," Antony replied, absently trailing her finger tip along his hipline before pulling back, squirming from his arms, and heading towards the ocean to wash her wound. Her shoulder was aching, and she grinned back at him before slinking into the water, "Can you help me wash the wound?"

"It's better than getting an infection," she shrugged before turning and moving into the ocean, hissing as the salt water hit her wound. "Besides, I can't reach my back."

It was, in fact, an invitation.

Antony winced, but soon relaxed once again thanks to her high tolerance for pain. Absently, she tilted her head to the side to allow him easier access to Jamal's claw wounds.

"Do I really look that unable to cope with pain?" She asked in amusement.

"A recently transformed islander," she responded indifferently, not really wanting to condem Jamal by name because she understood what had been going through his mind. The woman still didn't want to think of what she'd do whenever, or ifever, she'd transform. "But I heal well, so it'll be okay."

Antony debated whether she should tell him how it didn't really bother her that she had been quite violent before, and still was of the angry sort. In the end, she decided it best to not comment as she moved to scrub off some of the dried blood around her wounds with some sand. "s**t happens."

Blinking in surprise, Antony turned around to face Stewart, raising an eyebrow, wondering exactly what he was getting at. It sounded like poetry or some types of lyrics, but she didn't really know where they had come from.

Hopefully he'd explain.

"I guess not," she murmured, glancing at him before returning her attention to scrubbing away as much blood as possible. "Almost done," the woman mentioned after several more minutes.

"It's not feeling worse," she said with a raised eyebrow before she turned and made her way back to the fire. After placing more driftwood on the fire, Antony searched out some alcohol to clean the wound with, and once opened, the tattooed woman did just that, pouring the alcohol on the open wounds with an angry hiss. "God damnit!" She sneered at the pain while putting the cap back on. That burned like a ******** class="clear">

It had been a few days since Jamal's little transformation there on the beach and in those few days, the black man had done nothing but swear, break stuff, and bemoan the partial loss of his humanity. Unfortunately for him, he was also brought keenly aware of the fact that he knew nothing about jungles and what was safe to eat and what wasn't. The tiger inside him turned its nose up at any thought of eating vegitation and frankly, all Jamal wanted was a chunk of meat anyway. He didn't have access to any of that though, unless he went back to camp; he wasn't sure that was such a good idea.

Eventually the hunger pangs got to the point where he could ignore them no longer and now as night felt, he crept slowly towards the camp where he could hopefully smuggle some meat from their 'fridge', provided Antony hadn't eaten all of it or had a lapse of common sense and gave it away. He was not counting on either, for several reasons.

The black man peered out from the brush, watching the beach anxiously for signs of Antony or any other islander that might have wandered in while he was gone. He wanted to be in and out as quick as possible without being seen.

The woman in question had in fact not given away any of the meat to anyone, and there was peace and quiet now that both Stewart and the recently visited Ambrose were gone. Antony was laying on her side facing both the fire and the ocean while she sharpened the knife she had used to skin their catch several days back. It was one of the only things she could do to keep her mind off of her urge to smoke, her sexual frustration, and her sore shoulder.

Speaking of her shoulder, her tank top, despite multiple attempts at cleaning, was stained a brownish red on the side of her shoulder wound.

She didn't hear Jamal approach, nor did she smell him like most of the changed islanders would. Instead, she was blissfully unaware of his presence, and once she was finished sharpening the knife, Antony sat up and brushed off the sand still stuck to her.

Glancing over towards the 'fridge,' the tattooed woman debated eating another piece of jerky or possibly fruit.

Jamal had to supress a groan when he saw that she was very much right there at the camp and pursed his lips. Dammit, this was going to be a pain...He backed into the foliage a bit to make sure he was well hidden; thankfully his skin was sufficently dark enough to still provide him good cover in the shadows. Well...she couldn't be there forever, right? He sat back to wait and see what she did. Maybe she'd go bathe or something.

He felt sort of bad about hiding there like some sort of robber, but his reasoning of having helped catch the food comforted him somewhat. That food was as much his as it was hers. He just really didn't want to have to deal with anyone unless he had to. Jamal felt like a freak and felt that his presense anywhere would be a disservice to anyone he had to interact with. Especially Antony since she didn't have to deal with a transformation yet. He'd feel like a not-so-pleasant reminder of what she'd probably have to go through at some point.

Aside from the transformation differences, Jamal looked pretty rough. His scabby wounds on his lower arms had healed a bit, but not all the way. The careful hair braiding that he had always taken so much pride in was effectively frizzing and matting together at the same time, forming psuedo-dreads (which he was not fond of at all). All this time spent eating fruit had also killed some of his muscle mass, giving him a leaner look that wasn't entirely bad, but not something he was used to.

Had Jamal not moved, Antony probably wouldn't have noticed him, but he did, and she turned around to stare at the exact spot where Jamal was. She too had become leaner, losing some of her fat, but not enough to make her less curvy.

There was a long time where she just stared into the jungle, squinting somewhat but seeing nothing despite how hard she looked.

But she was sure that she had heard something, and then it dawned on her. Could it be Jamal? Her face screwed up in a skeptical look, but soon it relaxed and she was standing, stepping towards the jungle.

"Jamal?" She asked cautiously, tilting her head as if it were going to help her see. "Is that you?"

Fuuuuuuck.

Jamal grit his teeth and would have slapped his forehead or something along those lines if he wasn't hell-bent on being as quiet as he possibly could right then. Great....if he moved, he was going to get caught and if he didn't move, he was going to get caught. Sonovabitch. Might as well give it up. Why didn't he get some ******** stealth along with all this feline bullshit?!

He tried to slip back further into the darkness again, trying with great pains to not make a bunch of noise this time.

Since Antony had moved closer, she was able to see the foliage move ever so slightly. Sighing softly, she peered into the forest, taking a couple of steps so that she was in the jungle, eyes coming in better focus now that she was out of the light.

"You may be black but you're not invisible," Antony muttered, placing one hand on her hip as the other one reached out cautiously in the general direction of his very faint outline. "It's only me here tonight..."

She hoped that he'd come out on his own, especially since she knew that he probably hadn't had anything to eat even with his newfound senses and whatnot. "Have some of the meat with me?" Giving him a hopeful look, or rather the general Jamal shadow a hopeful look, Antony lowered her arm and simply waited. "I'll even put a massage on the table~."

Hopefully that would tempt him.

Jamal's eyes narrowed some at her initial comment; yeah, he was well aware he wasn't invisible otherwise this would have been a hell of a lot easier. Dammit.

The second comment of being alone did strike a chord of favor in him. Well, if it was just her, at least she'd already seen how ******** awful he looked. Then he could eat and slink off to his emo tree again, perhaps. Gods he was hungry...he could swear that he could smell the residue meat stench that tended to linger around a fire after smoking a large portion of meat at once. That was probably impossible, but it was nice to daydream about.

The offer of a massage oddly did not make him jump out of the brush and yell "Take me now". Rather, it made him twinge uncertainly and not in a pleasant way either. Well...he'd see.

Figuring it was time to give up, since she apparently knew he was there, he slowly hauled himself to his feet and moved forward enough so that his faint outline was well-defined against the dark shadows and plant life. "...food would be a'ight wit' me," he admitted after a long pause, though he was reluctant to leave the apparent security of the jungle.

The moment he stepped into the more lighted edge of the jungle, Antony's eyes went to the wounds she had seen him inflict on himself the other day. Deilicately, she reached out to survey the damage more closely, "And we'll sanitize these wounds so they don't get infected."

Looking up finally to meet his eyes, she smiled, relieved to see that he was okay and aside from how dirty he was, that he didn't look too bad. It took a load off her shoulders to know that he was 'safe' if one left the fact that he just transformed.

Wrapping an arm loosely around his waist, Antony tugged him towards camp before he could change his mind. "I'm glad to see you're not dead, considering the shape you were at the beginning of this s**t." She spoke to him as if he were still the same old Jamal because to her, he was, but she also knew that he didn't exactly think that. Thus she tried not to say anything that would set him off again.

Jamal stared mutely at her whilst she checked out his self-inflicted wounds, his whiskers pressed back against his cheeks in a bid to either make them look less apparent or to keep them from brushing the surrounding plant-life. The damn things were driving him nuts with how sensitive they were.

The tug at his waist met resistance for only a moment or two until he finally made himself walk forward into the open air. As the jungle's comforting presense was left behind, he had to force himself not to grow twitchy and give up on the whole food idea for the night in exchange for another night off in the jungle. It was a wonder he was even able to walk around or had the energy to be as much of an a*****e as he was the other night considering how little he had been eating.

It was pretty clear he wasn't feeling like himself for the fact that normally he'd probably be sneaking a grope in as they were walking across the sand and he certainly felt tense against the curve of her arm. That and he was abnormally quiet; usually he'd be jabbering nonstop, cracking jokes.

He gave a forced, brief laugh and avoided eye contact for the moment. "I'm surprised I ain't dead yet...Give me time," he mumbled absently. "I'll settle fo' some food first though."

"I'd rather not give it time, I like you alive," she gave him a genuine smile when she released him and made her way to the 'fridge'. After digging around in it, she pulled out a ziplock of jerky and passed him a couple of pieces before closing the bag back up and replacing it where it came from. Moments later, she passed him a bottle of water, which she opened for him before handing it his way. "At least you don't have the flu anymore," Antony grinned lightly before sitting down next to the fire.

She patted the sand next to her and nibbled on a few chunks of coconut meat, not really knowing what to say to him. "You going to stay here or leave me again after eating?" The comment wasn't exactly a jab, but she did ask him cautiously, her own deep violet eyes watching his bright blue ones for any extra hints.

Jamal took the offered meat without any prodding and started to gnaw on a piece immediately whilst she went for the bottle of water. His new, sharper teeth easily cut the tough jerky with ease, which he found to be both useful and annoying. He'd rather have to struggle to chew on his food if it meant he didn't have them but trying to hide them proved to be ridiculous, especially while he was stuffing his face. Food first, playing jedi mind tricks on himself later. The water was drank in a more slow, deliberate manner...he wasn't lacking in hydration as much as he was in food.

He lingered by the fridge for a few moments before eventually taking a seat on the offered sand patch, careful not to drop the precious bits of meat as he did so, and chewed on the remainders of the first piece with a thoughtful, yet semi-morose manner. "I...dunno," he answered noncommittally, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. "...I dunno if I should stay. Might be betta' if I jus' go get lost again." He wasn't trying dig for sympathy. He was serious...he wasn't sure if he could trust himself not to go apeshit on the next person who came up to the camp and made some comment on his current situtation. Jamal had no faith in about 70% of the islanders he had met and he had yet to see anything to prove him wrong.

"I wouldn't mind the company," she started, watching him quietly for a moment before continuing in a more annoyed tone, "But damn if I really smell that offensive the least you could have done was tell me." To top it off, she added a mock huff to the end of her statement.

A glance over to him clearly showed she was joking with him, though her face grew serious once more, and she frowned lightly. "Seriously, why wouldn't I want you to stay?"

It was obvious that she didn't give a rat's a** that he had transformed, and that she wasn't holding a grudge against him for nearly shredding her shoulder. Reaching over, she gave him a friendly squeeze on his upper thigh; there was nothing sexual about the motion.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and Antony grinned almost sadistically, eyes gleaming with excitement, "Want to hear something funny as hell?"

Jamal snorted some and tapped his nose, though he did grin ever so slightly. "********, if ya smelled, believe me, I'd tell ya," he remarked before inhaling another piece of meat and then sipped more water, giving her an appraising look. She was either a good actor or she really did not care that he looked like a freak...and he wasn't sure if he should be relieved or what at this point. It wasn't so much her he was worried about, it was everyone else....but it wasn't like they mattered all that much. Antony was his friend and she obviously didn't like him running off like that. Well...he'd see.

The change of topic caught him off-guard and he swapped the look of solemn thought for one of curiousity. "Huh?"

"You know the priest on the island? Stewart?" Antony looked quite evil with her sadistic features being lit up by the fire, and she intended to drag this story on as long as possible and as make it as dramatic as possible.

She waited for him to acknowledge her before continuing on, "Well~ I think he's screwed himself over and fallen for me... Or some s**t like that. Looked like he was going to piss his pants when he told me."

And then Antony cackled, steepling her fingers together as she glanced at Jamal to catch his reaction. "Oh I shall have so much fun with the poor horny virgin priest." Glee was nearly oozing from her pores.

Jamal listened to her talk, having nothing to inject except for a nod or whatnot when she asked the first question, and continued to eat his food. Stewart...he wasn't sure if he had met the priest yet. He met that Chana girl...but not a priest.

When Antony explained the situation, even the sullen Jamal couldn't help but gape at her, a light of amusement flickering across his face. "Yer ********' kiddin' me," he exclaimed. "You got a ********' priest all hot n' bothered?!"

Hoooooly s**t.

"My dear Jamal," Antony began dramatically, putting a hand over her heart to accentuate her words, "I would never kid about something ever so damn ******** awesome."

Her healthy grin continued to gleam in the firelight, "I'm going to have so much fun with him... He had a blazing hard on when I first met him too..." She absently buffed her nails on her shirt, which had seen many a better days. Stopping, she looked over at Jamal again, calming down somewhat. "I just had to tell you. Knew you'd get a kick out of it."

Jamal smirked heavily and tapped his chin absently with a clawed finger before he realized what he was doing, then jammed it back into his lap to put his hands out of plain sight.

"You women are so damn mean," he chided, shaking his head in mock-disapproval. "But...how ********' funny. Poor guy...'n' a priest of all of the people..."

The thought did illicit a chuckle, though his expression was somewhat distant again.

Her grin shrank when she saw the quick hiding motion he made with his hand, pausing a moment before clearing her throat and speaking, "I'd think you would have figured that I really don't care that you've transformed... Cause you're still Jamal. A more dangerous Jamal, but Jamal all the same."

Antony continued to look him in the eyes to make sure he understood before she turned her glance to the fire for a bit. "And I've decided that you're staying with me tonight," she turned back towards him and smiled, "Nobody blocks out the wind quite like you do."

Dangerous. He frowned at that. Yeah...he was pretty dangerous...not that that was entirely a bad thing.

It was then he remembered what he had done to Awen and he blanced slightly in the face. Oooh ********. He was going to definately win some friends by the time this whole thing was over, he thought sarcastically. With some effort, he pushed that whole new trainwreck out of his mind for the time being. One drama at a time. Instead, he force another grin and a shrug. "At least I'm good fo' sumthin'." Jamal purposefully did not agree or disagree with her comment of him staying. If he wanted to leave, there was really nothing she could do to physically stop him...

He was well aware that Antony obviously wanted him to stay but he really wasn't sure it was a good idea. Then again, she was obviously sensitive of how shitty he felt about the entire transformation thing, so it wasn't like he was going to tear her apart. She was smart.

"Oh stop emoing about it," Antony sighed, tired of him moping around about his transformation. s**t happens, they obviously can't escape this island, so why not just adapt? Frowning at him, she gave him a 'stop being a baby' look before actually commenting on the situation, "I mean, now if you ever wanted to tear Moreau a new one, it'll be much damn easier. Or Ambrose if you want."

Shrugging, Antony paused a moment before shifting onto her kness and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "The longer you linger on the bad s**t, the worse it's going to be for you. It's your choice really."

With an absent rub to his stomach, Antony sat back down and popped a few more chunks of coconut meat into her mouth.

His eyes narrowed dangerously at her initial comments and his jaw tensed but he didn't say anything, instead opting to glare at the fire. Yeah, so what if he was being whiny. He was turning into a ******** animal and god forbid that he hadn't embraced it with open arms. The Ambrose comment only garnered a huffed grunt and the clink of claws being tapped together in his lap.

The kiss on his forehead and the tummy rub did manage to stem the flow of irritation that boiled benath the surface, which was then blown away into a heavy sigh and whisker twitch. What exactly did she expect of him right now?

It was then that his attention was turned to the rest of the smoked jerky in his hands, which he returned to chewing on, staring into the fire again with a less morose, more serene expression. Even as much as he didn't really feel like being social, he was at least thankful that one person on the island gave a ******** where he was. He supposed he ought to be more grateful.

Anger was to be expected with her comments, and Antony didn't seem bothered by it so much, though she was quite pleased with the results of the kiss and belly rub.

Curiously, Antony reached over and lazily scritched his stomach, watching out of the corner of her eyes to see his reaction. Maybe belly scritches would be to him like back massages were to her?

One could only hope.

Jamal paused in mid bite, feeling her hand on the flat of his stomach again, and tried not to look like it at all felt oddly comforting. The tension in his face though sort of drifted away though, which was fairly obvious thanks to the lighting of the fire. It wasn't even like it was a sexual sort of pleasure. Rather, it was just sort of a "hey, that's really relaxing" feeling.

Antony smiled to herself, and continued her motions while watching his face with a secretive smug grin. Oh she was absolutely awesome. Shifting behind him, she wrapped her arms around his mid section so she could scritch with both hands instead of just one. "So... You sure you don't want to stay?"

Damn her....and why the hell did that feel so relaxing?! Jamal tried to keep his attention forward and his resolve unwavering but was failing miserably.

"Uh...dunno...yet..." said the black man, unconsciously letting tension ease from his jaw, neck, and shoulders as she scritched.

She rested her chin on his shoulder, lazily leaning against his back with a yawn as she closed her eyes in content. "Mhm," the woman murmured softly, her hands moving slow and intentional as she tried to make him even more relaxed. Just like a kitten.

It seemed that she was bound and determined to get him out of his emo funk and was doing a good job of it. Kind of hard not to when one was being distracted with marvelous tummy rubs and a snuggling woman at your back. His eyes eventually half-lidded and he gave a little sigh of clear contentment, almost as though he were on the verge of falling asleep there and then. He wasn't going to, but he felt relaxed enough to do so.

Damn her.

She absently nuzzled her face into the side of his neck, offering him a sort of happy, low murr to show that she was glad he was relaxing, which she could easily feel. Her motions wouldn't stop for a while, so she contented herself with the sounds of the waves crashing on the beach. "See, still Jamal."

"I guess so," he finally mumbled as he mulled her statement over silently. He didn't feel like Jamal...at least, entirely...but he figured she was right. The relaxation made it easier to think more clearly, now that he wasn't stressing out over food and randomly turning into some beast. Claws and fangs didn't really change him that much, or so he had decided to desperately hope. After all, he apparently still liked the ladies and was easily swayed using the right 'methods'.

He let her nuzzle into his neck even though again he felt that odd urge to be evasive for a moment.

"Sometimes I wonda' why you put up wit' me," he remarked in a detached manner. "I'mma pain in da a**."

Antony paused at his question, thinking over it for a moment. "Well," she started lazily, "We're friends. You look out for me and I look out for you. That's what friends do."

The woman smiled, eyes cracking to look down and over at the black man, "And on top of that the sex is mind blowing." And dear gods she hoped this lockdown would be over soon. She could not live without sex.

Her second response couldn't help but make him laugh a little...yay for ego points! "Glad ya approve," he drawled lazily, grinning to himself. "I try...'n' I mean both on da friend thing 'n' da sex thing."

It seemed that he was feeling more like his old self now that he had a little food in his system and had his ego stroked.

"That I do," she chuckled, sitting up on her knees so she could lean more over him, pressing her lips against his own. It was her way of agreeing with his statement, and another way to show how she really didn't give a crap that he was changing. That and he'd need to learn how to kiss again anyways. So now, she was his tutor.

Afterwards, she resettled back to the position in which she had been sitting in before the kiss, murring pleasantly. "Yep, still blowing."

Well that certainly caught him off-guard; he hadn't figured she'd be all up on the whole make-out with a pseudo-cat thing. It wasn't like he didn't appreciate the gesture. It was another effective confidence booster though and turns out it wasn't so much different...he just had the whole fang thing to keep aware of. He tried his best, in any case.

As she settled behind his back again, he too gave a murring sort of sigh. It sounded almost like a real purr that one might get out of a housecat...it came from low in his throat...almost his chest even.

She yawned deeply before closing her eyes again and giving his stomach a few final rubs before nestling back against him. The purr like noise comforted her as well, letting her know that she hadn't pushed past any limits. This knowledge made her much more relaxed, and quite content.

Antony was glad that he wasn't as freaked out as he had been before, and especially glad that she had figured out his weakness.

Men always had some weakness, it just turned out that Jamal's was pretty to find. Good for her, better for him.

At this point it was probably safe to say he wasn't going anywhere, at least for the night; he was too damn comfortable there with the fire at the front, Antony snuggled to his back, and soft sand to sit on instead of hard tree branch. He peered at the fire sleepily for a moment, then held up a hand to examine it in the glow of the fire. Not just a glance either. He really examined the changes there with a critical, but calm eye. It looked so different now than it did when he was in absolute horror over the situation.

Antony pressed her lips against the side of his neck twice before yawning and returning to using him as a pillow of sorts. The truth was, she was damn tired from working in the early morning and late afternoon gathering firewood and the like, but she also didn't want to disturb Jamal.

"M'tired," she mumbled softly against his skin, not really wanting to move, but also not being able to fall asleep sitting in this position.

Jamal flicked his fingers while he examined them, then plopped the hand back into his lap after seeing all he cared to see. He sort of liked the claws...they could be useful. The rest would take getting used to.

He was going to comment on something, but a wide yawn interrupted before he could get a word out. Truth was, he didn't get much sleep between falling out of a tree the first night and spending the rest on an improvised bed of rotting leaf litter.

"I could prolly use some sleep...bed ain't a bad idea," he agreed, though his words were a bit less mumbled than her statement. "Plus you sound like yer 'bout ta fall asleep right there on ma back."

With his statements, she let her arms loosen before dragging herself towards the 'bed' by the fire, somehow managing to kick her shoes and pants off on the way there. They were tossed aside, away from the fire, and the tattooed woman lazily patted the sand next to her. "C'mere Mr. WindBlocker." She said in the midst of a yawn, eyes squinting comically.

She sat up somewhat before shucking her shirt off and tossing it with her pants. "Feeling better?" She finally asked, her face as serious as it could be for as tired as she was portraying.

Hopefully she helped.

Jamal followed obediently. He had nothing to take off except his tattered jeans, so that was easily dealt with before he made himself comfy on the fire-warmed sand. He propped his head up on a hand.

"I'll be a'ight," he answered, almost doing so in a wistful tone. It would just take time, that's all. "Don't worry 'bout me."

Antony smiled slightly and nodded, yawning again before moving to turn away from him on her side, though not moving far. Scooching back against him, she shifted a bit before getting comfortable and falling still. "G'night," she whispered hoarsely before falling silent.. It wasn't long before her breathing deepened and she fell into a rather deep slumber.

Jamal let her get comfy and settled while he made last second adjustments for himself; it was his turn to get snuggly.

While she was quick to nod off, it took him longer...but he eventually drifted off after a time.

Over the next few hours, distant darkness on the horizon edges its way closer. Rumbling roars of thunder peal over the island and the sky seems to close in on the island below it like a shroud.

With a CRACK a few lightning strikes hit the island on the mountainside signaling the commencement of the rains.

THe rains are smothering, seeking and destroying dry wood and fires. And that's just the begining, the winds tear through the trees, scattering unsecured objects, damaging shelters. The thunders continue, the dark skies intermittantly lit by the flash of lightning, and along with it you could swear you hear the low, mournful cry of a wolf.

The bright sunny skies could only last so long...

It was several hours later and her clothes were still not dry enough to her liking, so Antony was still in the Beach Bar, absently watching the rain continue to fall. In fact, she had so much to do and was so busy, that she decided to break out one of her cigarettes.

She was smoking the treasured cancer stick at the moment, taking her time and savoring it down to the filter.

Hopefully wherever Jamal was, he was okay. Antony was starting to worry when he didn't show up during the night. Once she realized he wasn't there, or rather, once she fully woke up.

Frowning, she closed her eyes and sighed, taking another satisfying drag of her smoke.

Sweet sweet nicotine.

Jamal had never really went to sleep last night, unable to find a decently dry place to rest. He would have slept at camp, but he had tromped back the night the rainfall had started and discovered that Antony was quite happily cuddled up with some strange guy he had NEVER seen before. It might have been different if Jamal had some idea who this guy was, but he had no clue.

It struck him in an odd manner...maybe it was the fact that Rex was completely human or maybe because Jamal had a tendancy to 'claim' women as his (even more so now with his predatory instinct)...but he felt betrayed. She didn't seem concerned about him at all. She looked downright comfy there on the floor of the bar with this stranger. Jamal wasn't stupid; he knew what Antony's motive was.

Feeling somewhat brushed aside, he had went back into the jungle a ways and found shelter under a thickly branched tree which blocked some, but not all the rain. The noise on the foliage was too loud to allow him to sleep well, plus his mood was soured, so he had spent the night brooding. That, of course, was never a good thing for him to do.

When he did finally leave the jungle for the cold beach, he was still annoyed and decided to go wade in the ocean to get some of the mud off his legs and clothing that he had acquired on his travels. He didn't pay much attention to the camp or the bar, thus didn't see Antony sitting there with her cig.

If the tattooed woman's eyes hadn't been closed, she may have seen Jamal walk by, but instead, she didn't even notice he was back. The rain drowned out the sound of his walking, and the waves were crashing violently due to the storm.

Unfortunately, the one cigarette didn't last her too long, and she was soon down to the filter, grumbling curses at the leftover butt.

She wondered if they had any alcohol left, cracked her eyes open, and then rolled over on her hands and knees to rummage around for that and some food.

God damn thunderstorm.

Jamal paused at the very edges of where the waves assaulted the beach, thinking clearly enough to know that it probably wasn't a good idea to go too deep or he'd get swamped by a wave. He felt shitty, but he sure as hell wasn't suicidal.

After cautiously wading in to about mid-shin, he stooped over to use his hands to free the mud and debris from his legs. It was difficult because of the abrupt water-level changes due to the waves, but he managed to get most of it off. Once that was done, he shucked off his jeans, leaving the boxers on, and gave them a vigorous rubbing underneath the water in hopes of getting them a little cleaner than they were. By now, the jeans were more shorts than anything, the knees so torn out from the pant's brief stint of rock-transporting.

God he hoped this bullshit with the labs was cleared up soon...he didn't even want to think about what his hair looked like right now, nor the fact that he was certain that all the food he had stolen from the cafeteria was positively rancid there in his duplex. He missed his room, his music, his bed, and his pot.

As he stood, he glanced towards the beach bar out of reflex, and saw Antony rummaging around for something. Hmmph. Maybe her new friend would help. He gave her a pointed glare from where he stood, but didn't care if she saw it or not.

He put his jeans back on and left the ocean, caring little that he was now getting sandy (once it dried, it'd fall off cleaner than mud would), and went to investigate the contraption over the damaged fire, catching a sniff of something smokesque on the air. Maybe the fire had faired better than he thought if it could still produce smoke. He didn't think much else of it until he reached the pit.

The once-blazing fire was nothing more than a soft sizzling pile of ash and soggy wood, hardly smoke-producing material. There were still hot coals, at least. Maybe if the rain let up, he could start the fire up again. Oddly enough, the scent of smoke lingered in his nose that he had at first thought to be from this fire, but now he could get an afterscent of tobacco from it. Again he looked up out of habit; Antony had to be smoking 'something'.

Antony stopped rummaging for alcohol when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. It didn't take long for her to figure out who it was, and a relieved grin came across her features. She was honestly happy that he was okay and not bleeding as far as she could tell.

"Jamal?" She questioned, just in case, as she stood up and moved towards the doorway. "I was worried the trap had caught you..." She jested nervously, trailing off when she caught sight of his not so happy demeanor.

Something didn't feel right, but she simply passed his bad mood off on the fact that he had been stuck in the rain all night, "Come out of the rain...?" It was a hopeful request, and she motioned him inside.

She had a bad feeling about this.

Jamal's brows shifted from a position of curiousity to a position of being knit ever so slightly, giving his overall expression an icy quality when his gaze also lost it's objective concern over the fire and narrowed.

"I managed jus' fine," he said flatly, turning his gaze away from her to prod at the coals with a stick that remained in the kindling pile in a feigned attempt to perhaps kick-start the flames. "I helped build da damn pit, rememba'? I know where it be."

He realized how pointless it was to mess with the fire, since it continued to rain, but it gave him something to do while he contemplated his options. The offer to come in out of the rain did little to brighten his spirits. Yeah, he'd probably eventually end up in the bar, but not under circumstances he was happy with.

Antony had no clue that Jamal had seen her with Rex, nor was it even considered as a reason for his foul mood. He knew the 'terms' of their relationship, and he didn't get irritated when she mentioned trying to ******** Stewart. Therefore, the tattooed woman was very confused as to why he was pissy.

"You look like s**t," she commented dryly, crossing her arms over her chest with a frown, "So get your a** in here before you get sick." Antony wasn't about to take no for an answer, and if she had to she'd drag him in herself. But that was still a last option considering she was still near naked and the rain was cold.

Sighing deeply, she ran a hand over her face, letting her tone soften before continuing, "What, other than the rain, pissed you off?"

"Yeah, well I feel like s**t," he retorted bluntly as water dripped down his face, throwing the stick carelessly off into exile on the beach again as he left what remained of the little fire shelter. She did have a point in that he would get sick if he stayed out in the rain much longer...he was probably already screwed on that aspect though, being that he spent the night in this.

The fact that he hadn't seen further sign of the strange man was about the only thing that gave him any sort of urge to join Antony under the roof of the bar. Hopefully he wouldn't come back.

Her final question was ignored pointedly, though he heard it easily enough as it was voiced as he came closer to the bar, and instead went to brush the sand off his legs. His patience with that didn't last long so he gave up quickly and took a seat on the concrete, displeasure at the hard surface evident as he tapped a hand on the 'floor' and gave a silent snarl. Jamal didn't seem to care that his jeans were soaked and dripping puddles on the floor.

Well that didn't make things any clearer, and that left Antony to simply frown as he came in.

Though she stayed silent for a while, letting him brood to himself, Antony wasn't exactly too happy with the trail of water heading in her direction. However, she also didn't want to sound like a nagging mother or girlfriend of sorts.

"The hell with it," she finally grumbled, "Take off your pants Jamal so I can hang them to dry, and then I can try and help get you warm. It's the best we can do without a fire." The woman, surprisingly, was not talking about having sex to get warm, but instead was refering to her simply sharing body heat with the tiger man. "C'mon, there's still jerky left too..."

His eyes had grown distant as he stared out towards the ocean again with his back to her, whiskers drawn in against his cheeks as his skin goosebumped from the chill of the ocean wind on his soggy form. The odd silence that fell suited him well enough; he could sit out of the rain and not have to talk. That was just fine and dandy.

But apparently that wasn't going to be the case. His eyes narrowed and rolled a bit as she started to gripe about his jeans and him being cold. That didn't bring a comment out of the man, but the jerky comment sparked his tongue before he could think better of it.

"Oh? I thought maybe ya mighta given it all away since ya like bein' so nice ta complete strangers."

A light bulb clicked the moment he spoke.

"Ohh~ So that's what you're pissy about..." She said, relieved a little, jealousy she could handle. Besides this explained a lot, "He just washed up on the beach before the storm happened, found him in the storm... There was no sex, I gave up my portion of the food in return for some body heat, and then he left this morning. Not my fault he looked like Ryan Reynolds in the rain..."

The last part was slightly mumbled, but it was the truth.

"Besides," she continued, "It's not like you and I are... Dating..." Antony made a face with the last word, which came out quite strained.

After she had said her peace, Antony crawled over to him and began to try and rub some heat into his back, which felt like a giant sheet of ice.

Jamal rolled his eyes and kept his face towards the ocean, biting his tongue to attempt to hold back a snapping remark. It was -really- hard to explain why exactly he was mad. It wasn't jealousy, persay...if Jamal knew the guy, it would be different...but it was like this guy just sauntered in and took something from him. As far as the tiger in Jamal's mind, Antony was 'his' in the sense that Rex invaded his territory without permission. Jamal was up for sharing if he knew what was going on but he wanted it on his terms at least. When he came to the camp last night, he expected things to go as they normally did, and when he found out that wasn't the case, it wasn't appreciated. To further insult to injury, the stranger was fully-human and part of him wanted to bring that up. Either way, he felt brushed aside.

"Well ain't he lucky ta jus' wander ova' herr then 'n' get all fixed up. Woulda been a shame if he got some help from one of us freaks," Jamal said with a sarcastic laugh. "It must be nice ta be able to mistake someone fo' something as normal as some famous b*****d. Can't mistake someone like me fo' anyone like dat no mo'. Stars don't got ******** up faces and hands, hm?" Nevermind my sorry black a** was out in the jungle in this shitty storm and you didn't seem worried, he added privately.

The dating comment brought out an irritable snarl. He was well aware of that fact and liked it that way. Not that it mattered; he wasn't getting any action on the side anyway, so it wasn't like it was put to full advantage. He still had expectations...perhaps ones that he wasn't aware about until now, but expectations none-the-less.

The touch at his back made him exhale noisily and shrug away on impulse. Irritated Jamal + tiger instinct = no touchie.

"All fixed up?" She repeated, her next comment stopped when he continued. Realization hit her, again, and she narrowed her eyes. She even debated smacking him over the head, but her shoulder was proof enough not to do something like so. "Is that was this is about? That I've thrown you out and adopted a new man toy simply because he's not changed? That's bullshit!"

She was seething now, and scuttled back somewhat when he shrugged her off so violently. It only seemed to piss her off more.

"You don't get it do you?! I'm not that shallow and you're my FRIEND! If you haven't noticed yet, I'm ******** loyal to my friends and I care about you as a friend. We're stuck on this island and we're all going to change. I'm going to change..." She trailed off mid yell, chest heaving from the exertion as she realized what she had just uttered outloud. It was the first time she had admitted this to anyone, much less to herself.

Taking a deep breath, she continued on, trying not to let her voice waver, "Yes... I'm going to change... And what's going to happen then? Are you going to think that I'm unattractive and ditch me like you apprently think I have? Because I still think that you're still ******** hot... And I'm not looking to chuck you out... I mean really... Why would I throw out amazing sex and a great friend?"

Dropping to the ground so that she was sitting, Antony sighed roughly and shaking her head, "What do you want me to do Jamal?" Her voice was tired, and she simply shrugged, not knowing what else to say or do.

Antony was now utterly exhausted.

If she was asking him for a serious answer, she would have better luck asking the sand or the discarded palm fronds that lay abandoned by the pile of fire rubble. It didn't make complete sense to himself as he thought about all of this as a rational human being, yet the feelings of resentment and being tossed aside were there. It was a weird sense of betrayal that he wished he could explain but he couldn't and his clenched his fists in frustration over the situation, hiding them in his lap to hopefully stem any further conflict dealing with violence. As she grew irritated, he grew more frustrated and angry in response.

Oddly enough, the concept of 'friend' wasn't really something that meant a whole lot like it should...he had 'friends' in the gang, but those were people who, at the moment, weren't out to kill you. That status could change real fast. He didn't expect Antony to act like that (though the sudden choking experience could be debated on). He knew she meant something different when she said the word friend and he was trying to adjust his thinking, but his violent tendancies and frustrations were only being exagerrated by the foriegn thoughts interjected by his transformation which inevitably skewed his thinking.

Everything was fine before his thoughts could so easily be twisted by the predator's instincts and it even was worse when he couldn't see how and why he thought as he did at times.

"I don't know!" he finally growled in exasperation, throwing his arms up in a helpless gesture. "I don't know what you're gonna do or why you do things anymo' sumtimes. It don't all work out right in ma head 'n' I don't know why. I came outta dat ********' jungle lookin' for a place ta sleep 'n' I expected dat I'd be able ta do what I wanted wit'out a problem but I come out 'n' I see some strange ******** all cozy in a spot I figgered I'd have waitin' 'n' it didn't work right in ma head."

He rubbed at his face carelessly, nearly gouging a chunk out of his forehead with his claws and gave a 'murrph' of general dissatisfaction.

Antony stayed silent while he ranted, or rather while he messily explained himself. This way, she could dissect and digest what he was saying. Maybe then she'd be able to understand a bit better.

Sighing softly, she watched his back while he spoke, mentally cursing Rex. That's the last time she was going to be nice to a stranger in this survivor situation. Even if they were all wet and sexy.

After a bit of thought, it all began to make sense. "So you came back to camp when we were asleep, already irritated from the rain, and then got more pissed off..." She spoke slowly and softly, obviously tired and not really wanting to argue anymore about this.

"And now it's done and over with. He's gone, and now you're here... Back in your territory right?" The skantily clad woman sighed again before moving to crawl closer to Jamal. Tenatively, she touched her fingertips to his back.

"-Now- can I warm you up?" Antony said hopefully. He really was going to freeze if she didn't help warm him up.

He dropped his arms haphazardly back into his lap, still less than pleased over everything. He didn't feel like she -really- understood, but was making a show of doing the opposite so he'd leave the topic alone. Jamal wanted to argue, but now his physical exhaustion was surpasing his urge to cause more complications, and he closed his eyes there as he sat on the hard concrete. Surely being tired didn't help the situation.

Her last question garnered a mumbled "I don't care" and slumped over tiredly a bit, which could have been an answer to the question or a general, broad statement about all of what was going on. Jamal felt like he was getting dumber as the days passed and today only seemed to solidfy that theory.

A sigh of relief left her lips as she scooched herself a bit closer to him, debating for a moment before deciding to situate herself in front of him and carefully wrapping her arms around him. It was a strange embrace, and she tensed the moment skin hit skin, "******** you're cold," she muttered before simply pulling his torso against her own.

Once she felt that he wasn't going to fight her, she began to rub his back with her arms in hopes of getting his blood to circulate. He was like a ******** ice pop, and she ignored her shivering for now.

Soon enough, he began to warm up. It was slow work, but the fact that he was getting warmer cheered her spirits.

Pressing her lips to his shoulder apologetically, Antony then moved to simply rest her cheek there before allowing herself to cautiously nuzzle the side of his neck. "I'm sorry," she murmured against his dark skin, not entirely sure why she was uttering those words.

They just needed to be said.

He didn't realize how cold he was until he felt how warm she was in comparison. Normally he'd complain about being cold, but it seemed pointless to do so when he was tired and frustrated enough that he didn't need any more negativity on top of it.

"I'm sorry."

The black man's eyes opened, gaining a distant quality to them for a few seconds before closing them again because they burned from exhaustion. He wondered why she was apologizing, unless it was over that strange guy, and even then he wondered what compelled her to say that. Jamal was well-aware how Antony worked...she shouldn't have to apologize for that and it made him feel worse, oddly enough. He didn't comment though, finding it better to let the topic lie for now. Besides, he didn't see a point in starting another argument when he clearly wasn't thinking entirely under his own power.

"I think I oughta jus' go ta bed," he sighed weakly as he parted his eyelids again in an almost-painful manner. "Dat's prolly part of da problem."

"Probably," she confirmed, easily shifting and leaning against the wall so that he could curl up against her if he wanted. Though she was mentally tired, she wasn't quite physically ready to sleep yet, and so she didn't mind not laying down.

"Just get comfortable," Antony said softly as she loosened her grip, not really wanting another arguement to happen. Once he got situated, then she would work out a comfortable position around him.

Maybe the rain will have let up by morning?

Jamal, for once, didn't have to be told twice. He more or less flopped into an open spot with a grunt, caring little that unforgiving concrete was his matress instead of soft sand, and made himself as comfortable as was possible. The big cat's 'voice' in his head had quieted now that it had what it wanted. Jamal could think for himself now...he wanted sleep and he wanted it now.

Antony stayed silent, simply closing her eyes when he finally got settled. She leaned back against the wall and yawned, not quite ready to go to sleep quite yet. Her hands rubbed what free skin of his she could reach in attempts to help the blood circulation.

Sleep would come to her, not quite yet, but soon enough.

Fortunately for Jamal, it did not take long for him to fall asleep now that he was warmer, out of the rain, and in familiar surroundings again. Hopefully he'd wake up in a better mood the next day...or at least keep his mouth shut if otherwise.

Upon leaving the cafeteria, Antony had immediately lit her cigarette and began walking towards her duplex. Halfway there she changed her mind, and direction. She was now on her way to Jamal's duplex, and she was quite certain what she wanted.

She had had her shower, her shave, her birth control, her blunt, and even reflection with breakfast. There was only one thing missing from that list.

Sex.

And she was going to get it.

Antony stood on the stoop in front of the door, casually leaning on the door frame as she knocked twice on the door. Her hand immediately moved to tug the cigarette from her lips as she blew the last gulp of smoke from her lungs towards the door.

Jamal lay sprawled on his bed, dressed in jeans and a clean white wifebeather, relaxing after a workout session with his handweights in hopes of maybe regaining of his muscle mass in the coming weeks. He'd just showered (for what had to have been the fifth time since he'd gotten back in his duplex) and would have smelled of soap if it hadn't been for the fact that a lit blunt dangled from his lips and was infusing the room and Jamal again with it's smell.

The rap on the door made him grunt and exhale a cloud of smoke that weaved through his whiskers before curling lazily in the air. Now what?

He sat up after a pause, adjusting the wrap over his hair in hopes of keeping his unbraided hair from getting too unruly (he had it greased up and pulled back in psuedo-cornrows that weren't braided, but were divided up into sections that were ready for braiding as soon as he had figured out how to manage it) and ambled to the door. He opened it just as the smoke cloud she blew was repelled against the door's surface and a quick sniff was enough to tell him it was just cig smoke. The tiger man gave her a fangy grin and removed the joint from his lips, tilting his head back and to the side slightly. He was obviously in a good mood.

"Glad ta see it's you knockin' on ma door instead of some stupid ******** dat'd really ruin a good high," he drawled, moving away from the door frame so she could come in. He was glad to see that she'd made it out of the jungle alright...but hell, this was Antony. She could damn near do anything, so it seemed, so he wasn't surprised.

She simply grinned when he spoke and then stepped aside for her, sliding past him while trailing her hand across his lower stomach. The fact that he was high could only helped her, especially since it had put him in an obviously fantastic mood.

Once inside and out of arm reach of the black man, Antony replaced the cigarette between her full lips and removed the computer bag from her shoulder. Setting it on a nearby chair, the tattooed woman turned her full attention on Jamal as she slowly backed her way towards the bed.

"Want to add to your good high?" She asked in her low, but feminine voice, raising her eyebrows in both a challenge and an offer.

The caress of his clothed abdomen got his attention almost immediately and suddenly the joint between his fingertips was of secondary importance, which was not a conscious decision on his part. As she slipped past, he narrowed his eyes and watched her rear end dart out of his immediate reach. He'd always been a shameless fan of the female body but the stroke of her hand on his stomach had once again perked the attentions of not only his natural instincts but his feline friend. It was though the tiger was awakening from a nap. It was a slow sort of appearance, but the animal was always there, just never in the same magnitude.

"Hmm..." he murred pensively as he took another drag of the joint before looking away to flick the mostly spent butt into a makeshift cafeteria plate ashtray. "I think I'd be a damn fool ta say no." He ambled in her direction, a slightly smug curve to his lips.

How nice that such a wonderful thing of being able to get back in the duplexes would bring other pleasurable aspects with it. He was a great mood...she apparently was also... what other perfect way to celebrate their good luck than a good old-fashioned sexual romp? He was game.

Her grin grew into a full blown smirk when he discarded the blunt and followed her lead. Doing the same with her cigarette butt as well. She stopped feet from the bed, waiting for him to get to her before reaching up and pulling him down into a deep kiss.

Antony's fingers gripped into the dark, yet smooth skin on the back of his neck, urging both his and the tiger's instincts.

In the mean time, the curvy woman kicked off her flip flops while her unoccupied hand moved to his hip. It slipped under his shirt so her fingers could move against his skin teasingly before they roughly gripped his hip, pulling their bodies closer with a needy jerk.

This time, there would be no pesky sand.

Oh ho ho. Game on. Definately game on.

Jamal was not at all disappointed that he let her inside the duplex then and met her kiss with equal fervor, his pot-induced high mixing wonderfully with the amorous feeling of sexuality that the tiger had already stirred in his mind. The hand at his neck made him murr lowly, feeling the insistance in her grip. There was little toying around this time. Quick and to the point, so it seemed...that was how the tiger preferred it anyway, but a little bit of play wasn't always bad either.

His hands moved to explore the skin beneath the back of her shirt, remarkably careful with his odd-claws as he did so; he'd learned to master such 'tasks' now that he'd had them for awhile. One hand slipped south and hooked beneath the waistband of her jeans as she forced themselves closer while the other wrapped about her back and pressed her firmly against his chest as he increased the intensity of his kissing.

This was just what the doctor ordered, at least for Antony it was exactly what was needed at the moment.

A low groan escaped her lips as he pulled her more snugly against his body, soft curves meeting hard muscles. In response, Antony tilted her head to the side in order to deepen the kiss, nibbling roughly on his lip every so often to add to the fervor of the mood.

Digging her fingers into his hip, she pulled him with her as she started stepping back towards the bed. All else fails, if the bed didn't suite his fancy Jamal could always choose a different venue for the upcoming feature. Antony was always game for some variety.

Bed...floor...counter...like it mattered much to Jamal at this point. The bed was a good starting place, though, if anything.

The pull at his hips spurred him to with her because he was damned if she was going to break the contact between them even for a second against his wishes. She had accomplished one of her goals thus far; that is, getting the tiger involved. He was a clear presence now, those instincts amplifying Jamal's natural tendancies in a manner that only currently played itself out if Jamal was feeling particularly strong about something, be it anger or the pursuit of pleasure. The rough nibbles at his mouth made him growl sensuously in approval and the hand that had been involved in the embrace moved to her nape of her neck, the tips of fingers brushing into the short, cropped hair.

The finger that was hooked in the back of her jeans circled around her hip until it ended up at the front where the buttoned flap was easily accessible, which he flicked apart without hesitation. That same hand tugged then at the front of the material, clearly a move to disrobe her of her jeans.

She made noises of appreciation as the kiss progressed into something deeper, and even more when she felt his fingers move through her short hair.

The hand that she had on his hip relaxed it's grip on his flesh before sliding it around along the front of his lower abs first, taking their time. Eventually, her hand made it to her jeans, which was met by her other hand that had trailed down his side as well. It had also taken it's time.

Antony broke the kiss to catch her breath, but took the time to discard the pesky pants in one fell swoop, tossing them aside before efficiently pulling off her tank top as well.

Jamal could take care of the rest.

The careful lingering of her hands over his side and abs had a dual effect on him; a comforting sort of sensation coupled with a maddening urgency assaulted his brain. If she had been trying to get that rhythmic purr going, she did a good job; his neck and upper chest vibrated with it.

He was glad Antony got the hint and removed the troublesome outerclothing, otherwise he might have accidently damaged it; stuff like shirts and jeans didn't require as much care as living flesh, so he probably wouldn't have been worried about tearing clothing. This point was thusly proven as he shucked off his own shirt, leaving tiny slits where his claws caught it wrong at the hem, and tossed it to land wherever. The bed loomed behind Antony, the covers slightly rumpled from his sleep earlier that day.

Antony leaned forward and nipped against his earlobe, taking her time to taste the skin along the side of his neck, encouraged by the purring noises that he was making. Her hands, now free from the disrobing, quickly moved to explore his now bare chest and abs. She dragged her nails along the sensitive skin as she purred low in her throat.

"Now," she murmured against his neck in a demanding tone. Enough time had been wasted and to be frank, Antony was horny.

He growled in response to her 'command' and her touch on his stomach, eyes slitting momentarily in ecstacy. The stomach area was -definately- a sensitive spot for him and thankfully Antony knew that and was using it to her advantage. Whilst she was exploring his chest, his jeans were stripped off so they fell into a puddle at his ankles to be stepped out of easily in the next moment. Best rid himself of them now so they'd have less to worry about in the next few minutes.

With little hesitation, Jamal picked her up for a second and pushed her back onto the bed so that she was fully on it and followed soon after, moving in on her with a positively predatory gleam to his eye and a cool, very Jamal-esque grin.