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The rain was warm against my snout, but I knew that the chill would soak into my fur and incite a reaction that I wouldn't enjoy, was Antoine to find out where I was. The prelude of a shiver slipped down my spine, and my breath came out in a warm puff that formed fog in front of my face, proof that the cool air would soon steal away any hint of summer still lingering.

As though summoned by that shiver, I heard a sound behind me. It was a simple throat clearing, and yet it was more than enough to convey the disappointment that my guardian felt in my escape.

There was something different about him - Antoine was not who he had been when I'd first met him; he was a creature of a different sort, and I could see it in his eyes when I stood up from my sitting position; my expression was without guilt. I was ill, but that didn't mean that I wanted to be cooped up in my room until I'd made a full recovery. I was feeling well enough to walk, and well enough to feel the rain threading slowly through my fur.

I was feeling well enough to get a breath of fresh air.

Antoine didn't seem to think so.

"I am zinking I will have to keep a closer eye on you. You were to be resting, not sitting outside in the rain." The overbearing disapproval in his voice was almost enough to shame me.

Almost. It was my stubborn streak alone that kept me from lowering my eyes, and the fact that I could hear concern dripping from his voice in such thick and palpable waves that it coated over me. Beneath the concern, lacing around me like the mist in the air was the caring and compassion that he held for me; it was starting to break me down. It was an irresistible mixture of affection and hard concern and authority that made me bite my lip to hide my own enticement and enjoyment at his presence.

Instead, I cast him a sidelong glance from beneath long lashes, so that only the corner of my lips lilted into a cheeky smile. "Well, what can I say? My shadow left me alone for a moment. I thought I'd take advantage of the sudden freedom to get some air."

For a moment, his face wavered. The stoicism that usually had him painted like a statue slipped, but it was my face that shifted into a full-blown smile at the gentle light that filled his eyes. There was a tenderness to him beneath his facade of complete control, and catching bits and pieces of that spilling out was becoming something that I enjoyed more and more as each day passed by. Each look, each moment of sincerity, each almost smile was burrowing into my mind and finding a place somewhere in the center of my chest.

He seemed at the moment, though, to be mulling over his words, as though he wasn't sure how to respond to my flippancy. Finally, the corner of his own mouth lilted into a small grin.

"Well zen, as your shadow, it is time zat I am returning to your room. We are attached, so you are to be following me, non?" If I hadn't known him better than I did, I would have assumed he was completely serious. It was only the slight twist of his lips that let me know he was playful; his tone gave away nothing. He cocked one brow and stuck his arm out, though I could see it in his gaze that he half expected me to refuse.

For a moment, I thought about it - I thought about turning on my heel and running. It wasn't just Antoine that I'd be running from; it wasn't really him at all.

It was the responsibility that I experienced, the world that had so many expectations of me. It wasn't Antoine that I ran from -- it was my destiny.

I opened my mouth to tell him to put his arm down, my eyes raising to meet his own... and my mouth snapped shut almost immediately. There was a depth of compassion and sincerity in those depths that, for just a moment, stole away the fear that I was feeling. Maybe I was still feverish -- maybe I was still sick after all. Whatever it was, for a moment I felt like, yes, I'd been a naughty child misbehaving... but Antoine was going to take care of me.

For a moment, I felt as though I could let the weight of responsibility that was coming down on me in the same fine mist as the rain that was soaking through my clothing, fade away.

There were so many words that I could have uttered, but instead, I gave a small nod and looped my arm through his extended appendage, actually thankful at that moment to have his warmth to lean against. I walked in silence beside him as he moved forward and made his way back to my quarters.

"Sally..." He started, but just as quickly cut off his thought. I shot him a curious glance, and it was only now that I was in such close proximity that I noticed an air of anxiousness about his gait, a stiffness to the way that he held himself that I'd never detected from him before.

"Yes, Antoine?" My voice was imploring, prompting him to finish the thought from earlier. When he ignored me, I tugged gently on his arm, slowing our pace with my insistence. We only had a hallway to travel down before we came to my room, and I wanted to know what was on his mind before I was once more confined to my quarters and left to get the rest that I 'needed so much.'

I was actually about to stop our movement altogether when I heard a slow and only-slightly-shaking breath fill his chest before he spoke.

"It is just zat I am zinking zat you are to be surprised tonight... zat is all." His eyes shifted from me again, and I couldn't stop the confusion from pouring through me. He took advantage, pulling me along and leading me to my doorway. It took me a moment to realize that his face was illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight -- even more, curiosity rippled through me. What had the tall coyote who still held my arm so gently meant, and why was there something darker and far more enticing than simple sincerity shimmering in his gaze?

"Antoine," my voice was careful, testing of this new charge in the air as though I expected it to explode in my face. "What's going on? What do you mean I'm going to be surprised?"

He finally shifted the weight of his gaze fully upon me and nodded with an expression as though he'd talked himself into continuing on with his own plan of action. "Zere are zings zat have not changed, have not ever changed. I have been changing much from how I was before -- for zee better. But, how I am to be feeling...?" He kept his eyes level with my own, and I couldn't look away from the intensity of his face as he moved his hand to push open the door. "Zat has not been changing at all."

My brows furrowed. "What do you--" but a flowery scent wafted through the air and hit my senses. Finally, I pulled my eyes away from his piercing stare to look at the room. The glow should have tipped me off to the fact that something was going on; the glow should have told me that there was something different.

The smell of roses certainly did, but I still wasn't capable of guessing what I was about to catch hold of a second before I laid eyes on my quarters.

There were rose petals scattered all along the floor, trailing a beckoning of romance from the doorway to the bed, before scattering across the top of white sheets. It was as though a soft sea of crimson had somehow sprouted and grown in my absence. Candles made a pathway that wrapped intimacy into every corner of the room, leading a path back to my bed frame in an utterance of poetry that needed no words.

His voice came softly to me now, haloed in the same gentle flickering that the candlelight spilled through the room. "I am to be zinking zat I have not tried hard enough to show you how I feel." Antoine's hands came up suddenly, pulling my eyes from the bedroom as he cupped my cheek. "Zis I will show you tonight." That same authoritative tone that ordered me around spoke to me now -- he wasn't telling me to rest though. He was...

He was telling me...

I was almost breathless from all of this, dizzy in the same way that I'd felt at the beginning of my sickness.

It was the tenderness in his eyes that made me dizzy, and the soft desire that swept through his voice that kept me silent as his arms came out and swept me up until I was cradled against his chest. He stepped through the doorway with me, kicking it closed behind him. It was that sound and resounding click of it shutting that pulled me out of my reverie and finally allowed me to speak up.

"Antoine, wait! I don't know--" But he cut me off before I could finish my protest, the coyote finally having found all of his courage and determination at once.

"I know zat you are not to be knowing what to zink. I know zat you are torn." He knew...he knew... Of course, he knew, but the fact that he could put it to word and action so bravely was more than I'd ever thought possible. "Let me show you."

Sweet entrancement, and I could do nothing but to fall into the softness of those words, into the strength of his arms as he carried me forward and placed me carefully against the sheets. The soft velvet of rose petals tickled my cheeks. It was all so...

So...

Romantic.

It pulled at the strings of my heart, the part of me that craved romance titillated beyond all recognition. It was something that I hadn't felt before, though something that I'd secretly longed for. At that moment, I knew that he could fulfill it. Something about his confidence, something about the way that he held himself so tenderly above me and the reflection of the candlelight in his eyes...

I knew that he could be exactly what I needed.

What I had to do was toss away the thought of our friendship, and the fact that I'd never really taken his crush on me into consideration. It wasn't something that he'd ever acted on before -- that strong reserve that seemed to emanate from him was always in place, sturdy and solid as a rock, so that it was all that I could see.

I'd never thought that it would go anywhere, and never thought that I'd see the man that he had become standing before me. But there he was, and there he'd always been; steadfast, picking me up when I fell down. Even when I didn't want the help.

He was strong, and brave... and now he was here, close and sweet and intimate and everything that I'd ever wanted, waiting for me.

"I see zat you are zinking, and I know zat you are to be feeling zat we shouldn't change. But..." That deep breath again, and I was ready this time for whatever revelation he was going to drop on me, because I wanted more than anything to be completely convinced, and to give in to his wants and desires -- into our shared wants and desires as they were presented to me now. Slender fingers raised up, carefully threading through my hair and tickling at my scalp to draw a low murr from my chest as he continued to speak. "I am to be telling you, I love you. I am in love with you. I have always had zees feelings. Sally," he leaned in closer to me, the warmth of his breath stealing away my gasp. The soft brush of his lips kissed his confession and declaration against my mouth, "I am zee one for you."

I had no time for protest, because he came forward the last inch to kiss me. The soft thundering of my heart that had been warning me that my emotions were beginning to overwhelm me was suddenly a violent storm that beat havoc against my ribcage and sent shivers through my entire body.

His mouth worked against my own, each gentle caress of his lips stealing away my ability to breathe until I was dizzy with it. Only when I was panting beneath him did he pull back. His eyes were guarded; I could read the curiosity on his face, the worry of what I was thinking in response to his sudden forwardness. I'd not summoned my wits enough to reciprocate or rebuff his actions, so I knew that he had no indications to go off of. The candle light flickered across his features, catching the color of his blonde hair and making it warm and rich with a soft, almost orange tinge.

He was handsome like this, more handsome than I'd ever seen him with such soft, sweet vulnerability pouring from him in the fact that he was opening himself up to me like this.His words reverberated through my mind over and over again -- the one, he'd said I was the one.I'd never allowed myself to think that something like this could happen...

But now...

Well, was it wrong to want to cast aside all of my responsibility for a moment and just feel?

"I am zee one for you," as though he could tell that I was teetering on the edge of my decision, he spoke the words again. This time, his voice was a half octave lower, a near purr that rolled around in my head like silk rubbing on fur. His fingers traced the line of my jaw as he continued on, "I have always been zee one. I am zinking zat a part of you knew zis as well." His eyes were boring into my own, the mixture of tenderness and intensity still almost too much for me to handle. "Be with me..." And then, softer still, "I love you."

I love you, he said, and I was lost to it. His fingers shifted upward to thread through my hair again, and when he lowered his head to resume our kiss, I finally found the strength to move. There was a part of me that thought I was throwing my arms up to halt him, to make him wait a moment until I could stop the dizzying sensation that was pouring through my mind and making it hard for me to think. Instead, my splayed fingers smoothed along the black silk of his shirt so that I could feel the thundering of his heart beneath my touch, the tempo in perfect harmony with my own.

The smell of roses made me feel drunk, and the sweet romanticism of the situation filled me until I realized that this felt right. I tilted my head back and let my lips part, so that I was met with the gentle caress of his tongue and the sweet taste of him. The moan that poured from my chest only seemed to incense his passion, driving him to move forward. His hands slipped around my back, drifting along the curve of my shoulders and tickling the path of my spine on the way to my hips. His touch was so slow, so thorough, it was as though he was trying to memorize every inch of my flesh and fur, committing it to memory to keep locked away forever.

In turn, my fingers played along the lean muscles of his back, developed from hours upon hours of training and careful sculpting of both skill and physique. He'd changed since we'd first me -- there were so many new things to explore.

To see.

To feel.

"I am to be practicing restraint..." His words were a soft, murmuring pant. "I want to be showing you..." His hips gyrated, his body drawing closer until we were flush together and I could feel the heat of him sinking into me and stealing away the last lingering bites of the chilled rain from earlier. His hands lowered me until I was completely pressed back against the bed. "I want to be showing you zat zis is zee most special of moments I am ever to have."

He knelt over me as he continued to speak, his touch entrancing, his words engrossing. "I want to be making it zee same for you."

When he knelt over me this time, there was a blazing and dark intensity to his eyes, a liquid heat that I could drown in if I let myself. His lips pressed against mine once more, and this time my body arched of its own accord, fire lighting through my veins and tearing down any restraint that I had. His words, his touch, his taste... it was too much for me. His tongue parted my lips, training poetry against my lower pout and playing a line of silken smoothness in a lover's dance. When I didn't protest, he deepened the kiss, moving to trace the tip of his exploration against the roof of my mouth, writing me love letters that were more feeling than eloquence, special lines of love that he'd felt for me since the beginning -- the secret to happiness, to everything in the universe... he spelled it out for me in soft swirls that licked against the roof of my mouth until my entire body was a trembling, wrecked mess and I pulled back gasping for breath.

He let me pull back without protest, but his eyes were already roving along my body, his intentions clear in the way that they lingered on the buttons of my vest for only a moment before his nimble fingers moved to make quick work of the fastens. Suddenly, I was exposed to him, and just as suddenly, the warmth of his hands cupped the swell of my breasts. A mixture of embarrassment and worry flickered to life in my chest like a spark fanning into flame.

"Antoine..." My eyes widened further, and I knew that my fears were quite evident on my features. My eyes trailed down to the modest swell at my chest, and I bit my lower lip, keeping my gaze averted from his own. My attention was brought back rapt when his fingers suddenly rolled my nipples between their dexterous length and pinched them lightly. The sharp pain quelled just as quickly as it had begun, and he soothed the sensation with a soft kiss. The sweet, wet warmth of his tongue darted out to playfully flick at each piqued tip. My gasping moan was more than enough of a go-ahead for him to bring his hands back up. He encompassed the fullness of each mound and began to tenderly massage them until I was shuddering beneath him.

"Zere is nothing about you zat I am not finding to be..." The coyote moved downward, letting his lips trace from beneath my breast to my belly button, before diving lower. The leaned down until his breath played the next word as a teasing warmth against my lower lips, "Perfect."

And in that moment, I truly felt that way. I had spent so long with so many responsibilities and worries lording over my head. Suddenly, it had all dissipated under the tender stare and scorching touches that Antoine delivered.

It was so perfect.

It was so right.

My hips arched upward to invite him to continue on -- he didn't need much urging. His tongue delved between the folds of my core and almost teasingly circled my clit. Starbursts shot through my brain, all thoughts slipping from my mind until everything was focused on the fine point of his tongue. My hands flew up, coming through his hair, and my hips rocked against the press of that warmth. The growling moan of pleasure that poured from his lips was enticing; whether it was in response to my taste, to the way that my body bucked and writhed at his touch... whatever it was, the vibration and feral sound of it mad my eyes roll closed in pleasure. His tongue moved without falter, circling the nub again before he pressed harder against me, so that his mouth completely closed over my cunt, his lips giving sweet suction and his tongue flattening out to work against my core.

I could instantly feel the warmth bubbling in my pelvis, orgasm threatening to rail over me before I'd even had a chance to think about the fact that I hadn't been touched like this in far, far too long. I actually tugged against his hair, pulling him from between my legs so that I could see the glisten of my juices in the fur of his face. He took a shuddering breath, the dilation of his eyes letting me know how into all of this he was. "Zere is zomething--"

I didn't want him to start over thinking it. I didn't want him to decide that he shouldn't be doing this because I was still recovering from my illness. Instead, I twined my fingers into his hair and pulled him up along my body so that I could press my mouth to his. My tongue brushed against his lower lip so that I could taste my own sweetness there, and the flavor of it made me shudder against him.

Where our bodies writhed together, I could feel the hardness of his cock in his pants, excited from the taste of me and from our touches. I knew that my eyes were glowing a darker blue than their usual bright tone when I raised my gaze to his after breaking our kiss.

"I want..." My voice was breathless, and I lowered my eyes again, though this time it wasn't out of embarrassment.Instead, I pushed at his hips, rolling him over so that he was laying against the silken sheets. The rose petals framed his face, standing out in stark crimson droplets against the blackness of his shirt. I dropped to all fours, crawling backward until I settled myself between his legs. "I want to show you, too." My voice was soft, and I was proud of the fact that I didn't sound nervous or unsure. It was the waves of arousal that propelled me forward and gave me the confidence that I needed to push his legs apart and snap the top button of his trousers open. The hardness of his arousal was apparent, even through the fabric.

Very apparent.

I found myself both intimidated and shocked by his size. I'd never thought about it before -- I'd never thought about Antoine in this manner at all before. But now that I was faced with him... faced with it.

My eyes rolled upward, and I kept them locked on his while I lowered my head and parted my lips. My tongue lolled out, leaving a wet trail of glistening saliva along his shaft. I circled around the tip, teasing at his slit and drawing out the motion. In tandem, I brought my fingers up and wrapped one hand delicately around his base, giving a gentle squeeze -- the feel of his knot made something inside of me clench tight. I moaned just from the feel of it, my body responding to a need that I didn't even know I had. I gave one slow pump to his length before I lowered my head, closing my lips around him. Another whimper escaped my throat, at the feel of his sliding along my tongue as I sucked him down, until he tickled the back of my throat and I had to arch my back and bring my head up so that I could swallow him until his head hit the back of my throat. He squirmed against me, that deep, rumbling sound of pleasure murring in his chest again.

I let him draw slowly from my mouth, my fingers slicking along the glistening saliva that strung there -- all the while, I kept my eyes fastened on his own. I saw each trembling flutter of his lashes, each moment that his pupils dilated; more than that though, I could see the desire burning in their depths. All thoughts had vanished, save for the fact that I wanted him. I wanted to be his. He said nothing as I let my mouth work -- he only moaned, kept his eyes locked rapt upon my own. It was more than enough; the desire, the demand, his arousal was all of the urgings that I needed. Harsh, ragged breathing and gentle moans were music that filled the room, and I felt like the most divine composer that had ever lived.

I took him in again, letting my other hand come up to play against his testicles as my tongue curled, licking and working along the base of his shaft every time that I pulled back from him. I could taste the salty tang of his precum as I bobbed my head, not caring as auburn hair obscured my vision as I picked up my tempo. I took him into my throat so quickly that I could hear the sounds that I made, a gentle gurgle accented by suctioning pops and quick gasps of breath when I had a chance to inhale between each swallowing gulp. My own body was on fire from the sensation of him in my mouth, from the feel of his hips thrusting up to meet each bob of my head. I knew without a doubt, solidly and perfectly that I wanted him inside of me.

I wanted this same tempo and rhythm to beat deep inside of my core until I screamed in orgasm.

It was as though he could read my mind -- maybe he could see the wanton lust painted on my face. His hands grabbed my hips and he rolled me over until we'd traded positions again. His arms came up to loop behind my head, tangling in my hair. Antoine's lips came down, brushing against my own so that our tastes mingled.

"J'taime." Soft, sweet french tickled against my lips. And then again in English, "I love you."

His forehead pressed against my own so that our eyes were inches apart, so that my whole world was filled with the love in his gaze as he shifted his hips, angling forward so that the slicked tip of his cock played against my core. I brought my arms up and let my fingers tangle in his hair, shifting forward so that I could press my lips against his as he flexed his pelvis forward.

He slid inside of me slowly, filled me up until my whole body felt like it was bursting. I nearly came from the sensation of fullness alone -- I'd never experienced anything like this before. My entire body shuddered, the walls of my core clenching tight for a moment as I drew in a shuddering breath in an attempt to stave my orgasm off. It drew a moan from Antoine's lips, and his fingers tightened in my hair until it pulled against my scalp and drew a pleasured whimper from me in turn. With our foreheads still pressed together, Antoine began to move inside of me.

The sensation of it was so pleasurable that I couldn't help but to speak, to praise him.

"Antoine... God, this feels so good." My voice was a whimpering cry, and his thrust inside of me again ripped another moan of pleasure lilting from the back of my throat, tearing my words from me. His pelvis bumped forward, dragging against my clit as my words spurned him on.

"Zis is how it was meant to be. Oui, you are so perfect." His eyes roved over my body, down to where our frames were connected, and then back to my face. His lips pressed against my own, his tongue once more sweeping inside to lick along every inch that he could touch. His thrusts came harder still, until he pounded so deep inside of me that I could feel the tip of him hitting against my womb, against my very limits. Each time he did, my body jolted in pleasure, my fingers tensed, raking along his scalp. My heart was thundering so violently in my chest that I couldn't breathe around it. Instead, little whimpers that had started off soft were now coming out as moans from deep inside of my chest.

He pulled back, until just the tip of him hovered against my core, and then he thrust back in deeply again. I could feel the thickness of him filling me up over and over again, brushing deeper and deeper. Every thrust added a droplet of water to an already full cup, and when my hips rocked over their own accord to meet his fucking, I felt us click in sync. It was perfect -- we were perfect. We were meant for each other.

I rolled our bodies, the momentum of our shifting hips making it easy for me to push him back against the bed once more, so that I could straddle his body. My hands lifted, cupping my breasts as my head fell back until my hair tickled at my shoulder blades. He was so much deeper from this angle, and it was almost like I could feel him piercing to my heart, my soul. I raised up, riding hard against him as he gasped out in pure pleasure. His hips worked double time to thrust from beneath me, his hands resting on my pelvis to steady us both. I moved faster until I lost my rhythm, faster until there was nothing but the slapping of our bodies working against one another. Faster until I could feel him slicking my insides with precum and his fingers shifted; his hand splayed against my stomach and his thumb twisted down so that it could work against my clit, forefinger joining to give a gentle pinch that sent me soaring over the edge of the orgasm that had been building inside of me.

The walls of my cunt clenched tight without warning as orgasm rocked through my body, pulling a scream from my throat that made it feel raw.

"I love you! God, I do!" The admission only made me come all the harder, and it tore a growling sound of triumphant pleasure from Antoine's throat. I rode down against his hips until I couldn't keep myself upright anymore, and my body fell against him as hot liquid orgasm leaked and spilled from my core.

He held me tight and kept thrusting, riding hard against me as his own orgasm took him - I felt it in the way that his arms squeezed against me, I felt it in the way that his thrust came thicker, his head swelling with the pleasure that overtook him.

And I felt it when his hot seed poured into my waiting pussy, until I cried out from the sensation of it, until I felt like I would fly apart if he didn't hold me.

The second orgasm swept through me in a shocking wave of surprise, and we cried out together, clinging to one another and riding the pleasure as it seemed the world broke down and reformed around us. I could feel our hearts beating in tandem, a sweet litany that spiraled upward, until finally, Antoine collapsed against me, rolling to the side and pulling me close as we both tried to relearn how to breathe.

I didn't know how long we laid there, our bodies still entwined and the sweat drying beneath our fur. Antoine's arms were tight around me, and when his fingers played against my back I lifted my gaze to meet his eyes.

"Thank you," the words were spilled out of my throat before I could stop them. I let my lips brush against his, a tenderness spilled through me that I'd never experienced before. "Antoine, thank you... so much..."

"For what iz zis thanks that you are giving moi?" I couldn't tell for sure, but I thought that he might have already known.

My mouth fell softly against his again, and I whispered the next words against his lips. "For showing me the truth. For showing me that I belong with you... that I always have."

His eyes grew softer, as though I'd just whispered words to him that he'd been waiting for all along. "For zis, I deserve no thanks. I am to be zinking..." A soft smile spilled his lips. "I am zinking I would be... what you would call very happy to show you for zee rest of our lives." He pulled me closer to his chest, so that I could feel the soft beating of his heart and feel it against my fur. I could tell from the sweet grip of his arms that he meant to never let me go, and I knew that I didn't want him to. Instead, I laid back against him and nuzzled his neck.

"The rest of our lives..." I pressed a soft kiss against the pulse of his throat and let my eyes drift shut in sweet content. "And forever after that."