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 Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 7:38 pm
Coen watched Jazz leave with the foxchild then he idly reached over and grabbed Eli's bowl, putting it under his own. While he waited, he looked around the kitchen, slowly licking the ice cream from his spoon. To his surprise, he noted a dimmer switch and set his spoon down and got up to go look. Smirking, he turned the lights down then wandered back to his seat, purring contently while he waited for Jazz to return.
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 7:42 pm
Jazz returned, making sure to leave the hall lights off so as not to disturb the foxchild. Even though the hall light probably wouldn't, he'd closed the door all the way. He rounded the corner and walked back into the kitchen, not noticing the dim lights since he'd come from the unlit hall and bedroom. "Okay, he's out cold, I think he had a good day," he commented, figuring all the games and the yummy dinner and dessert brought fatigue to the small foxchild. He picked up his spoon, eating a few more bites of ice cream, completely unaware of Coen's intentions, whatever they may be.
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 7:46 pm
"I'd say he did," Coen replied, letting out a soft chuckle. Then he smiled and asked idly, "Have you had a good day?" His eyebrows rose slightly with the question while he brought the spoon to his mouth again, finishing the last of his ice cream. Then he picked up one of his three cherries and plucked it from its stem like Jazz had done earlier.
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 7:51 pm
"I'm sure he'll sleep good," he giggled, eating another spoonful of his ice cream, almost done with it. He kept the spoon in his mouth, running his tongue over it thoughtfully. Mmmm... Strawberry... "Yes, I think I've had a good day. I met an adorable little foxchild, and a wonderful and handsome lion, and got to cook for both of them! So yes, I've had a good day," he giggled, removing the spoon as he started talking, and then finished off his ice cream. He set the spoon in the bowl, then took the last cherry and rubbed it on the inside of the bowl, trying to get every last bit of whipped cream and chocolate sauce, then popped it into his mouth and pluched the stem off, setting that in the bowl, too. He chewed it slowly, thoughtfully, then swallowed and looked at the lion. "Did you have a good day?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 7:56 pm
Coen chewed the cherry slowly, pretending to mull over the answer. "Well, it's been pretty good so far," he murmured finally, smiling at Jazz as he picked up his second cherry. "I think it could be better though," he remarked, sucking the ice cream from the little red fruit before he popped it into his mouth and ate it.
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 8:01 pm
"Really?" He asked, surprised. He'd thought that Coen would have had a good day.. How could it be better...? He stood up and took his bowl to the counter, setting it down in the sink and rinsing it out. With that done, he turned, leaning back against the counter, and looked at the lion curiously. "How could it be better?" He inquired, tail flicking idly as he watched the lion finish his cherries. Cherries were so yummy...
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 8:08 pm
Coen picked up the last cherry but didn't eat it right away. Instead, he held it gently between his thumb and forefinger while he got up to put his and Eli's bowls in the sink too. Then he moved to the side and pinned Jazz against the counter. "Well, it's getting better already," he said playfully then pierced the cherry with a claw and rubbed it against the side of Jazz's neck, spreading the sticky red juice around before he leaned in to lick it off.
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 8:21 pm
The innocent mouse watched Coen hold the cherry, but not eat it quite yet. Why was he waiting? Didn't he want to eat it? He watched him curiously, then froze as he was pinned against the counter. A slight blush bloomed in his cheeks. Why was Coen so close? His ears twitched as the lion spoke, and was about to ask how it was getting better, when he felt the cherry rubbed on his neck. Why in the world was he doing that? He opened his mouth again to inquire why he was having sticky cherry juice rubbed into his short fur, but froze when he felt the lion's rough tongue lapping at the sticky substance. It send shivers down his spine and he bit his bottom lip gently, ears twitching again. What was Coen doing...? Whatever it was, it felt nice...
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 8:29 pm
Coen smirked, feeling the mouse shivering against his chest and, careful to keep the juice from dripping on the floor, the lion brought the cherry to Jazz's lips, spreading some more of the sticky red substance there then slowly licking it up. It was difficult to remain patient but he knew Jazz was naive and inexperienced. He'd keep this up for as long as he had to for his mousie to get the idea...
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 8:47 pm
The mousie shivered lightly again, eyes half-lidded while he felt the lion's tongue on his neck. He wondered what he was supposed to do as Coen ran the cherry over his lips, but that question faded when the other's tongue landed there. He could sense a certain need welling up inside of him, but what was it? One thing was for certain... he'd never look at a cherry the same way again.
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 8:53 pm
When he finished cleaning the cherry juice from Jazz's lips he pulled away slightly so he could whisper into one of the mouse's rounded ears. "Tilt your head back," he ordered softly, combing his fingers into Jazz's hair and pulling very gently to help the mouse along.
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 8:58 pm
He didn't know why, but the mouse did as ordered and tilted his head back. Why Coen wanted him to, he had no idea, but going along with everything else that the lion was doing, it would probably feel too good to argue over. Plus it felt nice to have the other's fingers running through his hair. Heck, it all felt really nice.
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 9:05 pm
Smiling with satisfaction when the mouse obeyed, Coen held the cherry aloft and squeezed, dribbling cherry juice onto Jazz's throat then bending to kiss the beads of liquid from the smaller hybrid's skin. When he finished with that, he squeezed yet more juice into the hollow at the base of Jazz's throat, slurping it up unceremoniously then straightening to smile down at the little mouse. "Enjoying yourself?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 9:13 pm
His ears flew back, pinned against his skull, his lips parted slightly. He still didn't know why in the world Coen would want to do this, but he was very glad the lion wanted to. A few soft, pleased mewling noises escaped him as he felt the other's rough tongue on his tender throat, closing his eyes. They fluttered open when he felt Coen finish, and he gazed up at him uncertainly, a slight blush appearing in his cheeks again. It had, somehow, disappeared... However, he didn't really notice it much, but he instead nodded to the lion's question, lots of questions still swimming around in his head, but more prominent now that he wasn't focused on what Coen was doing to him.
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 9:16 pm
Coen smiled and planted another kiss on Jazz's throat. "Good," he murmured, using his free hand to idly rub the mouse's side. "Would you like to continue? ..Say, up in your bedroom?" he asked, offering the thoroughly juiced cherry to his "captive".
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