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>>If he had heard her thoughts, he would have laughed out right. It felt to him as though he had been in a coma for the past 24 hours, forced to watch a movie of himself as another character. And she thought he didn't miss holding her? He barely had time however to grab the stick and straighten again before having her arms around his neck. The sun was almost nil now...and cala looked stunning in the firelight. He smiled, a real smile, as he felt the tingle of her lips even after she pulled away. He had been put out before by her refusal, but he was not to dull of a man to miss a second chance out of stubborness. More then happy to take normal cala then no cala at all<< Be good and eat...and we'll see. >>He pulled a piece of fish meat from the carcass, and gently let the edge of it touch her lips<<

>>As soon as she finished her meat, he began to pull off the next piece, but froze as her head appeared under his chin. The male softly sighed in exasteration...but still smiled almost...sweetly. He bent over to the side, and re-stuck the stick<< I missed you too Cala. >>And at his name, a frown creased his forhead a moment before her flaming hair cascaded down like a wave of fire<< eek You're joking right? >>He reached up slowly to catch her chin again, moving her head so she'd look at him<< You're not pretty Cala. Never were to me. >>The male spoke so gently, his thumb stroking her cheek<< Its not a fitting word. I'm certain I'll never find any word to describe how beautiful you are...and I have seen a lot of 'pretty' things out in the forest.

Perfect? >>So much for no longer being sappy this night. He sighed softly, shaking his head<< You're leaving out selfish, cold, distrusting, crude and discivilized. I'm not even halfway to perfection. >>His thumb moved under her bottom lip, gently tracing its outline<< My most selfish deed yet, is keeping you here with me. But you're just too damn perfect to pass up. >>Something her mother never understood. Nor any of the other anthros she had tussled with beneathe the sheets<< At the very least, you're 3/4ths of the way to perfection.

Tell that to your sister. 'You have traps?!' >>He mimicked. Dispite himself, he found that amusing. So niave. The man wondered if she could survive a month better then cala could. Before she met him<< Wait. How many injuries DID I get because of you? >>His brow furrowed again in thought<< You're going to kill me before I reach 30 if this keeps. Is it too late to have you returned? >>Before she could respond however, he had claimed her lips. Passionately, to banish any thoughts that it had been anything but a tease<<

>>He'd believe that when deer meat made itself into jerky. But he didn't think about that. He didn't want to think about Cassi. Only Cala. Only her. He started to pull away to break the kiss, only to find that he was quite firmly latched onto. He couldn't help but smile before deepening the kiss, his own arms coming around her now. The fish could burn, the traps remained undone, and cassi could come and watch, but he had a bengal, and wasn't planning on letting go now, either<<

>>Trying not to be too eager, but oh how he could feel her desire through her hands. Bare hands. Her purr with those caressing hands tempted the use of his own rare vibrant sound. But not yet. His muscles shifting beneath her fingers as his own arms moved to hold her in a more passionate embrace. One hand on the back of her neck, the other on the small of her back. He wasn't lying when he called her the most breathtaking thing in the forest, he couldn't help himself now. Using his body he gently pushed her down to have her back against the tree log, never letting their lips seperate. A man had needs<<

>>The hand on her back shifted to run up and down her side, teasing at the skirt of her garb with a featherlight touch. He would not make this quick...<<

~~~black out!~~~

>>Jyn laid in the grass beside the log as he stared up at the night sky. His bare chest still gleamed with sweat in the night air, the fire long having burnt itself out. The man looked to the side of his beloved, an arm under her head as a pillow to keep her close. That, had been nothing short of amazing<<

OOC: ^w^ understandable!

Oh good. Maryline did not get on him for being so loud he coudl have brought the entire castle guards down upon them. For a moment he wondered how he could not have... before it dawned on the SeeD how Bill must have taken care of it just as they had planned for other aspects of the plan -a plan that was altering as it went now. At least from what Zell could tell. But then... they had not expected the king to offer Maryline marriage to his son. At least... he had not. Holding her close Zell closed his eyes as he felt Maryline's arms and nuzzle, lightly leaning his cheek upon golden hair. One hand gently moved up her back -being careful of her wings- to gently cradle her head and stroke the golden waves. Too short. No matter it would grow. "Just... try not to scare me like that ever again?"

His tenor voice trembled with emotion. His fear at her leaving, at her nearly killing herself, at thinking he never would see her again... and worst of all -those even brief moments where he had feared she did not want him any more. All were there in his voice. His lips brushed her hair, then her cheek as Zell gently brought his hand along the line of Maryline's jaw to lift it up so his lips could then gently brush hers.

The merge hearing a little more than was 'told' them attempted to not be so close to thoughts as it pondered the waterdragon's thoughts. Perhaps they had misjudged, and the princess really wished to no longer be a princess. Sadness washed over them if that was the case. Sadness... and double guilt. *... it is not Zell alone that brought us to this point. We must take some of the responsibility as well* Within the thought, how they could have stopped Seifer from relaying their presence in the throne room but having trusted that there was a plan perhaps better than waiting merely for a physical danger. *...there are so many variables... and without overriding our protocols...* Shame, that they were not more effective, that they with their combined might even with the focus mind not working at full potential could have done more or better but instead fell short.

And underlying that... tiredness. A faint tiredness stemmed from the sense of failure. An uncertainty that could unravel or encage.