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 Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 1:24 pm
"So confidence is the problem?" the lion asked, stretching as Jazz moved down to the small of his back. Biting his lip, Coen had to work to keep from moaning as the little mouse pushed his hips into the soft couch..
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 1:35 pm
The little mouse nodded slightly, forgetting that Coen wouldn't see it, as he continued to massage the other, slowly working back up to the lion's shoulders. He noticed the other's reactions to the massage, but took it as it felt good on his back, not elsewhere. "Yeah.. I've never really had any confidence in anything I do, besides massages and making grilled cheese sandwiches. I don't really know why that is, but I suppose it's something that happened when I was little." He said thoughtfully, trying to think back on his past. However, it just gave him a headache, so he gave up on it, and concentrated on giving Coen a wonderful massage instead.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 1:43 pm
Coen breathed a little sigh of relief when Jazz worked up to his shoulders. It still felt wonderful and made him let out noises he wasn't particularly proud of but at least he wasn't in any danger of getting too...worked up, as it were. "W-well maybe you just need someone else to have confidence in you so you can feel confident yourself," he suggested. "As for grilled cheese sandwiches: I never have any luck with those. I always burn them." xp
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 1:49 pm
Another blush appeared in his cheeks at the lion's suggestion. "M-maybe I do, but I don't know.." He confessed, ears flicking back slightly. He got to Coen's shoulders and stayed there for several moments, then began to work his way down to the other's lower back again. His shy moment ended at the last comment, and he giggled a little bit, tail flicking. "I make them really good, I could make one for you if you'd like me to. I don't think I've burned one since I was little," he said with a nod.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 1:57 pm
Before Coen knew it, the mouse was making his way down to the small of his back again. Feeling his face flush, he thanked the good spirits for his thick beard. He tried to control himself but the friction finally got to him, and he moaned, shivering lightly as he was pushed over and over again into the couch. Desperate, he grasped frantically at what Jazz was saying, latching onto the subject of grilled cheese. "I..I could really go for a grilled cheese sandwich right now if you wouldn't mind making one for me.."
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 2:03 pm
Jazz still hadn't connected the pressure on the lion's lower back and the couch, still thinking the pleased noises were from the massage, and he didn't mind one bit, glad that someone enjoyed his massages that much. He continued to work on the small of his back a few extra moments, then stopped at the lion's suggestion and clapped his hands. "Ooh, okay! I'd be happy to make one for you!" He said happily, and carefully removed himself from the couch and dashed into the kitchen. "Eli!" He called, remembering that the little fox had wandered into the kitchen during the first tickle assault. "Eli, would you like me to make you a grilled cheese for lunch?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 2:17 pm
Despite what was going on with his nether regions, Coen had enough presence of mind left to laugh when Jazz dashed off to the kitchen. Breathing a sigh of relief, the lion relaxed a little but didn't dare sit up yet. What was he gonna do about "little" Coen? >>
Eli heard his name being shouted and popped up from under the table where he had been playing fort. "Hullo Jaz!" he chirruped, grinning broadly at the mouse. "I'd weally like a g'illed cheeeez sammich, pleeez and thank yew."
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 2:31 pm
The excited mouse giggled, poking Eli on the nose. "Okay! I'll be glad to make one for you!" He giggled again, then dashed to the cupboards. He searched around, eventually pulling out a big pan, three plates, three glasses, the bread, butter, and cheese, placing all by the stovetop. He began to prepare three grilled cheese sandwiches at once, humming as he did so.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 2:44 pm
Eli climbed up on the countertop and sat watching Jazz work. He had watched Elros make grilled cheese sandwiches en masse like this before. Tail flicking from side to side, he licked his lips as he saw the cheese begin to melt. "Day're lookin' yummy," he said, flashing his pearly whites at the mouse.
Hearing the sound of a pan and plates being set out, Coen sat up real quick to inspect the damage. Sighing, he realized it would take nothing short of an ice cold shower to make his arousal go away. His only other option didn't sound like a very good idea right then. He peeked into the kitchen to make sure Jazz and Eli were busy then, with a pillow hiding Mr. Happy, he ran off in search of a bathroom.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 2:51 pm
The mouse smiled and continued humming, enjoying having Eli for company, clueless about Coen's frantic search for a bathroom with a shower. He giggled, poking Eli on the nose again. "I'm glad you think so," he said, flipping all three sandwiches over so the other sides could cook quickly. The cooked side were a light golden brown, and he wondered when the last time he burnt one was. Unable to remember, he dismissed the thought and took the sandwiches off, putting all three onto plates and handing one to Eli. "Here you go! Be careful, it's still hot. What would you like to drink with it?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 3:01 pm
The little foxchild carefully hopped off the countertop and went to sit at the table with his food. "I'd like a glass of milk, pleez," he answered the mouse, breaking off a piece of the crust and nibbling on it.
Coen started to worry that he wouldn't find a bathroom in time. He knew that grilled cheese sandwiches only took up to 15 minutes tops and that was if you wanted it black. Frantic, he continued to search, the pillow pressed against his crotch, which in all honesty, wasn't helping the situation..
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 3:05 pm
He happily set the other two plates on the table, then poured Eli a glass of milk and set it on the table in front of the little child. "There, I hope you like it!" He giggled, then grabbed a can of soda out of the fridge for himself. Placing a finger to his chin, he looked at Coen's place at the table and though. What drink would he want? He pondered momentarily as his tail flicked, then he wandered into the other room to find the lion, hearing him running around somewhere. "Coen, what drink did you want? Umm.." He said, looking questionably at the frantic lion, wondering what on earth he was doing holding the pillow there..? Maybe he just needed to relieve himself in the bathroom, he supposed, but not in the exact same way as Coen really needed to, and he pointed up slowly. "There's a bathroom upstairs if you need one.."
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 3:15 pm
Coen froze and felt his whole body blush. He opened his mouth to try and explain to Jazz what was going on but he paused when he heard what Jazz had to say. 'He thinks I've gotta take a leak? Oh thank Gawd! That's far less embarrassing than the truth' the lion thought to himself then smiled his thanks and dashed upstairs.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 3:17 pm
"You're welcome!" He called up after the lion, then giggled as he walked back into the kitchen. Coen could tell him what drink he'd like when he got back downstairs, he decided. He picked up his can of soda and opened it, taking a long sip of it, then placed it back on the table and smiled at Eli. "Do you like your grilled cheese, Eli?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 3:28 pm
"Yush! Ver' much," Eli answered, taking an especially big bite and managing to get melty cheese on his chin. "It's gooood!"
Once he was safely in the bathroom with the door locked, Coen dropped the pillow and hastily stripped off his clothes. Without a second thought, he turned the water on as cold as it would go and jumped in. He could almost swear that steam rose off his *ahem* when the water hit it. But he didn't care because he finally got some relief. Sighing as if this were the warmest, most comfortable shower he had ever had, Coen relaxed For a couple minutes. When Mr. Happy went back from whence he came, the lion shut off the water, quickly dried and redressed then wandered downstairs, tossing the pillow back on the couch where it belonged.
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