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Nyunya truly hadn't expected Taabu to do something quite like that, and was understandably surprised - so surprised, in fact, that she'd not had even a smidgeon of reaction time in which to jump out of the way, or even attempt to. No, he landed squarely on top of her before she'd even had a chance to gape.

Knocked to her side by his considerable bulk, when compared to hers, she wiggled beneath him for a few moments before finally realising the complete and utter futility of it. So she lets herself go limp with an adorable pout, pinned to the ground by his weight - a quite comfortable one, she found.

Looking up at him, she replies dryly, "No, I guess I don't." After a beat, she adds, playfully, a brow arching again, "Are you going to get off me, you big brute?"

This, again, shows Ny's rather naive outlook on males. A big monster of a male has her pinned quite helplessly beneath his form, and she's not even the slightest bit concerned. Not that Taabu would hurt her, but anyone with a lick of sense about men would realise they couldn't be fully sure. Tsk tsk.

With a little wriggling and one unladylike grunt, the paler lion manages to move into a more comfortable position, a little on her side still, but mostly on her back now. She mutters under her breath all the while, her words just too quiet for Taabu to hear... which might be a good thing.

In this new position, she places her paws on his chest, pushing lightly. No point putting any effort into it; even if she did, the likelihood of her being able to push this hunk of muscle off her is pretty much nil. The butterflies that had been parading in her abdomen seem to have settled down to a contained thrill that affects the smile on her face, making it just a little crooked, as it always goes when it's a true smile.

"Taabu, I have a question. How do you plan to show me around your home if I'm stuck under you, you big lump?" She manages to keep a fairly innocent expression for this, too, despite the hint of challenge in her eyes, with something... else.

He licked her cheek?

To hide her surprise and the sudden explosion of butterfly fluttering, she takes her time as she rolls to her feet, shaking herself to remove the dust and clinging blades of grass from her pristinely white fur. She was sort of unsure what to do now, didn't know how to respond to that, if there was any way to. But she'd be damned if he'd get the better of her.

That's when an idea came to her.

Smirking, she pranced daintily over to him, rubbing herself lightly against his side as she passed, only to flick him on the nose with the black tuft of her tail as she takes the lead. A few steps away from him, she turns again, calling back to him, "So, what are you going to show me first?" As calmly as though nothing had happened, except for that smirk.

All right, now this she recognised - hormones. Mostly because she had a few of her own, and his new change of demeanour wasn't exactly helping. It made her uncomfortable - both in a good way and a bad. What she needed right now, however, was to get this big lump off her so she could figure out what the hell this bizarre urge was.

Seems the petite little beauty was 'that age', too.

"Come oooooon," she whines, pushing at him again with her paws, and really hoping he'll move this time. "I want to see where you live. I want to see all this land has to offer."

It had taken a few moments for that comment and the meaning behind it to sink in, and at first she hadn't known whether to laugh or cuff him around the head for it. Maybe even both. His apology, however, had dampened the urge to do the latter of the pair.

As he backed off her, she sat up, again having to think about how she should react to this. It was quite an awkward situation, no doubt about that, and she wanted to alleviate the sudden tension around them.

"Hey," she murmured, raising herself to her feet and moving over to him, gently nudging his shoulder with hers. "It's ok. It's not like I expect you to be able to control yourself. I am beautiful, after all," she says in a quietly teasing tone. Giving him the gift of making light of what could have been a terrible situation, if she had been in a different mood, or if she'd been a different lioness. She was effectively saving whatever little, confusing relationship existed between them.

"Liza?" she asks quietly. "No." She shakes her head slowly, lowering herself to sit beside him. "Liza's been there almost since I've been a cub, and sometimes... a day to myself is heaven. Or even, just a day without him in it. He's a good friend and companion, but being with him all day every day can grate on you."

Flicking her tail behind her, she adds, "And you still haven't shown me any more than this lovely patch of grass we're sitting in, Taabu."

Meet the parents? A bit soon for that, wasn't it? She squashed that train of thought before it could go further, feeling both amused and confused by it. Didn't really want to dwell on what was making her think like that.

"I'd like to meet her. But... are there waterfalls here, Taabu?" she asks, as she begins to follow him, unable to keep a little hope from her voice. She was feeling homesick, though she'd never fully admit it. Perhaps seeing the waterfalls, if there were any, would make it a little less.

Well, she could hardly expect there to be waterfalls wherever she went, could she? She knew this. It had just been a small hope. The realisation that there was no waterfall here hadn't hurt much. Really. It hadn't.

"It's all right. I didn't really expect it to be. I was just curious." Shrugging it off with a smile, she thinks back over what he'd said. "Forest, you say? That sounds interesting, though. I do like to lose myself in the trees."