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Chapter 3

Passion at the Speed of Light

3.1 Action and Reaction

There were a couple of questions about Samantha that would be easy to answer for Thomas. Already having had the pleasure of seeing her in nothing but bare fur, he knew how many correct guesses for questions he could pick himself he would need to restore the coyotess to this alluring state. Her lab coat... then her socks and shoes... shirt and pants. Then finally... her underwear, and they would be at odds again regarding their garments.

Piece of cake... right?

"OK, so... first question: Do you have siblings? I say you don't."

Her smile -- a genuine one -- was not heralding a new iteration of trouble for Thomas this time around.

"So we're starting out with the easy ones, aren't we? No, I'm an only pup... you new that already, of course."

He beamed as he smiled back at her... a tiny bit of smugness creeping into his display of good humor. For Samantha, it was a foolproof sign that he was confident of victory already -- thinking to play a game he couldn't possibly lose, maybe even convinced he was beating her with a gambit of his own. She would let him win in the end, for she was intent on letting him: He would have his well-deserved reward for seeing through his lessons, and a chance to demonstrate what he had learned about self-control, attention and -- most important of all -- acknowledging and accepting that they would be equals in all matters, first and foremost in matters of love and affection.

He would win eventually, at least -- but not before teaching him another lesson inseparably tied to the future the coyotess was certain they would share: That gettingcocky would only serve him to end up bound and gagged once more -- literally or figuratively didn't really matter, as long as he would truly understand and abide by the rules of her game.

"Very well, round one goes to you. Make your choice!"

He gently guided her to sit up: There hardly was another convenient way to get her out of her lab coat, after all. Making a point of undressing her slowly -- taking his sweet time to let his paws brush up against her arms and her back, nibbling along the line of her shoulders and crest of her neck from side to side, then caressing her exposed nape with tender kisses -- Thomas went slowly.

Her wolf was an avid student: When he realized she tensed under his nips or didn't lean into his licks or kisses, he would alter their intensity until she did so again. He gauged her reactions to his ministrations the same way she had gauged his while she had him tied up and at her disposal. His tenderness was a lovely gesture -- pleasant shivers ran down her spine when Thomas' teeth nipped at an especially sensitive spot.

Still, she would reserve... audible feedback to later stages of the game: Hard to getwas part of the rules Samantha had set out for her lover -- figuring out these rules was to be his challenge and her gratification. Taking off her lab coat alone had became a matter of minutes -- if she hadn't interfered, he would have seamlessly continued with her next piece of clothing.

"So... you only had one single question?"

The first step of disrobing had already begun to drift towards another heated coupling -- this was Samantha's ultimate goal for the glorious final of their first night together. There was still plenty of time to have fun together until they would have to get the mess they made cleaned up when the day shift arrived. Foregoing the potential fun and pleasure to be had until then? Out of question. So she had to stall her lover: Not only to maximize their mutual enjoyment, but also to frustrate him enough to have him make moves on his own accord.

Stalling-wise, her abrupt question was very effective in that it disrupted Thomas' seventh-heaven nipping and kissing, bringing him back to the here and now -- delighted, Samantha noticed how well her charms worked on her wolf: He needed considerable effort to snap out of a horomone-induced haze.

"Huh -- right, more... more questions. Errr... you -- you're a physicist by trade? I say yes."

As expected, Thomas continued by means of obvious questions first. He would run out of surefire answers before long -- definitely before things would heat up once again. This time, she wouldn't have to tie him up to ensure his attention would be all hers -- a different type of tie was what Samantha was looking forward to with exuberant anticipation. After his brave display of endurance under her tutelage, she would have to make sure Thomas wouldn't have any need to work out for his due reward -- he would have but to ask: The most important question of this... interview session.

"And right again. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were... cheating."

A claw-tipped digit tapped his nosepad.

"Sly wolf! So... your choice?"

Captivated by her charms, Thomas didn't use words to tell the coyotess about his choice; he opted for action instead: Her shirt was the next garment to go. As with her lab coat before, he proceeded with deliberate care -- paws sliding down her flanks, he nibbled along the outside of her right ear this time. As he reached her hips, he but briefly ventured forth below her waistline to free the hem of her shirt from her pants before ever so slowly pulling it upwards. Not in one go, however: While his paws moved up her lower back, his nibbling-turned-nuzzling proceeded down her cheek and again down the side of her neck. The delightful contact was briefly broken as she felt the warm puffs of his breath even through the fabric.

Another pleasurable shiver ran through her as his nose reestablished contact with her fur just above the trunk of her tail. Thomas didn't explore her southern regions; he moved northwards at a steady but excrutiatingly slow pace as paws and snout worked more diligently on touching and teasing than on removing her shirt. This had to be rectified if she still wanted to make sure she could reward her wolf without the two risking to be caught tied and knotted by their colleagues of the next day shift.

More urgently -- though Samantha would never have admitted this to her companion openly -- his teasing, kissing and nibbling did affect her. In all the right and good ways, that is: Making her heart flutter, flushes of heat coursing through parts of her body that craved the special attention only a lover could provide -- where the heights of pleasure she could gift to herself would fall short. She wanted -- she needed -- him to press on, to seek for second intimate union with her. Only this time, she would let him call the shots... well, for the most part; he still needed to prove to her that unrestricted honey pot access was something he would be able to handle... adequately.

So she opted to interrupt his slow-paced but eager routine by arching her back, leaning into him with a pleased murr while her paws reached for and grasped his wrists. Guiding him along, she ducked low in order to have enough reach to slip the shirt's collar over her head. Giggling mirthfully as the shirt tickled the backsides of her ears she left it to Thomas to untangle her from the bothersome piece of clothing.

When she was free of clothing up from the waist save for her bra, Samantha captured her lupine playmate in a renewed embrace. Returning his fondness in similar fashion, her licks and kisses turned into nibbling and outright nips as her snout moved along his neck scruff. Her sharp incisors pressing into the folds of skin underneath his lush winter pelt were sufficient to shake him out of his reverie, making him aware in an acute but not too uncomfortable way that it was his turn again in the little quiz they were playing.

"Less stalling, more questions, Dr. Richter!"

"Oh -- sure, as you say. Let me think..."

Her hometown and workplace got rid of her pair of shoes, the names of her parents allowed Thomas to take off her pair of pawsocks. By the time things started to get interesting -- only Samantha's pieces of underwear remained -- her female charms had fully and thoroughly entranced her male playmate once more: He had trouble thinking straight in the truest sense of the word -- curves and bends claiming all the attention he had left to muster. It wasn't only the curves of her breasts and hips... the delicate arcs of her upper legs, the fur growing softer and shorter, changing color from the yellow of desert sand to white hues of cream and winter's snow. The further he would venture towards the forbidden triangle that lay hidden between her thighs... she would bend forward, her tail flagging to grant him passage...

"Thomas?"

His trains of thought were all derailed at this point -- there was practically nothing he wouldn't have willingly done for her if she had she asked him to. As it was, the easy-to-answer questions were all done at that point: With her only retaining bra and slip on the odds between the two canines were almost evened regarding being bare-furred.

Thomas' mesmerized state of mind made this the exact right moment to push him over the edge: While he was slow to respond to her inquiries, his eyes were clear, his ears perked forward, his nose twitching as he sampled her scent. All his senses were entirely focused on her; the way he had sought lengthy and intense physical contact, hardly able to think of anything else but her and her allures?

She had to be careful not to turn the poor wolf's head too much, or he wouldn't be able to think straight for the foreseeable future. Lucky for him there was a reliable way to get his hormone-fueled trance out of his system, one she was more than willing to -- and very much looking forward to -- go with him. She had teased him thoroughly and extensively; even now as they played their guessing game Samantha drew out Thomas's predicament. To her surprise, her lupine lover held his ground valiantly even with all the odds stacked against him. A bit too brave for her taste: Her desire for attention -- of the intimate, passionate, consummate kind -- had gotten even stronger over the course of the night after their first wild ride earlier this evening.

His pause for reflection had lasted long enough; time to get him back on track -- the track she had in mind for the remainder of the night. Thomas however had an unexpected surprise for her: She had assumed he would have run out of surefire questions to ask, and given his absent-minded state wouldn't become creative in ways she was inclined to become when improvising was required.

Yet, he did: "Sam... I'm not your first lover, but am I the first loveryou've truly and deeply enjoyed... making out with like we do? I say...yes."

So he was going for the really personal approach? That wasn't entirely unexpected, but still -- he confronted her with a fact she hadn't really considered yet. Falling for each other head over tail... this had happened, both to him and to her: The way it tends to happen over a heated one-night stand.

Tom? He had already moved a step further. No longer regarding her with pure hunger for carnal pleasure, but with the fondness that arises from heartfelt love -- from attraction on more than the level of looks, smells and touches. She herself... she hadn't, not that far at least.

Her first impression of him was that of a lanky, socially awkward... well, lone wolf. She wouldn't even have warranted him a second glance if he hadn't gone out of his way to make her feel welcome -- at home -- as much as he did. The Christmas picknick he had prepared for her... and his hopelessly cute way of trying to cheer her up... had swayed her: She had to admit to herself that her first impression had been totally wrong. This had... motivated her to give him him more than just the benefit of a doubt; that he had so persistently tried to make her day less miserable -- the stress and frustration of having to move halfway around the world after accepting what was a professionally prestigious, but personally and privately disillusioning position had left her with plenty of miserable days since she had come to Switzerland -- must have appealed to her troubledog side. Normally she wouldn't easily give in to her off-paw notions and impulses -- in his case, it had been giddily... frighteningly... easy to do.

So she had jumped the gun, so to speak: One thing had led to another, and now she was straddling the stripped lupine in nothing but her underwear. For the second time this night, no less. Sometimes, her trickster nature -- the ad-hoc, impulsive, capricious side all coyotes called their own -- tended to win out, no matter how resolved she was to adhere to the voice of reason.

She must have been staring, for seemingly out of nowhere a gentle kiss on the tip of her snout was reminding her she wasn't alone.

"Sam? Did I ask... something wrong?"

He was regarding her with a puzzled expression, head slightly cocked to the side. The way he was looking at her made her face light up with a tender smile immediately. He was... absolutely right. With him not being her first lover, that too -- but way more importantly in that she did genuinely enjoy his company... and intimate attention.

"You asked just the right question. And you nailed the answer, just like the last ones."

Before Thomas could pick which of the remaining pieces of underwear to claim as prize for the correct answer, she unclasped and took off her bra herself. Teasingly adorning the bridge of his muzzle with the taken-off garment. While it didn't really impair his view of her now again unobstructed breasts, he still was distracted enough to focus on the cloth right in front of him, eyes crossed in the reflexive attempt to get a thorough look at the object right in front of him. She took the opening, leaning inclose, shifting forward right into the center of his hips -- moving slowly to make sure her forward motion across his sheath would proceed with maximum contact.

Tipping her balance forward forced him to back up, assuming a half-lying stance beneath her. She went on to rest her own snout on top of his, her paws searching and finding his -- grasping them to keep him close to her, guiding them up to let them rest just above the twin prizes she had just unveiled for her lover.

"One more question, dear -- if you get that one right as well, you win."

Taking her quite unmistakable invitation to heart, Thomas -- for a change shaken out of his daydreaming (technically, lucid late night dreaming) by the irresistible allures of feminity -- didn't take long to pose his last question.

"Do I love you, Samantha Williams? I say... yes."

Wow -- he really was a fast learner.

"That's a trick question, Tom!"

Even his smile -- shy and awkward a scant few hours ago -- now had picked up a degree or two in smugness. Though not enough to have her at a loss of words (a situation she rarely encountered), she truly found herself on the defensive for the first time during their shared night shifts.

"You only said I could ask questions about you, Sam. You never said this excluded trick questions..."

With that, his nosepad lightly bumped against hers... oh, the spirit... quickly turning the friendly gesture into another deep kiss. Without moving his paws from her breasts, but certainly treating them with an exquisite massage of his own. Punctuated with soft squeezes in the right spots, and juuuuuuuust at the right intervals -- how had he even figured out where and when to pinch her like he did? Still waters really did run deep!

"... or rhetorical questions!"

He.. he had said it. I love you. Not in the exact words, but... but close enough. Tom was... her wolf then. Hormone-fueled or not, he had committed himself: To what path remained to be seen, but as it was, he was ready and waiting to walk it with her; both following her lead and challenging her at the same time, if his aspirations for acting on his own accord she had seen so far -- dipping into herhoneypot earlier without permission and now cornering her in her own game of question and answer -- were any indication.

"Rules are rules, and exceptions to the rules are exceptions to the rules. Your reasoning is sound, Tom... you win again."

With a sultry expression, her eyes fixating his without flinching even a single time, she got up just far enough to keep her balance... enticing him to follow suit, lest he would have to let go of his prizes -- which, Sam noticed not without amusement, he was not ready to do. Half-kneeling, half-standing she went on to remove her final piece of wardrobe; her male vis-à-vis didn't have her back (not yet), but surely her breasts: Maintaining her balance would not be an issue.

Secure in her wolf's half-embrace, she leaned into him, her paws reaching for the clasp that held her panties fastened to the root of her tail. She wouldn't have minded Tom going for another round of his subtle, teasing caresses if it had been earlier in the night. Now, she longed for a deeper, more intense form of his attention: She wanted to feel him deep inside her again, longed for another soaring adventure in the throngs of passion. He would take the lead this time -- she would let him take it... make him if he wouldn't take it by himself.

Her panties found their way down her legs, finally coming free as she stepped out of them one foot paw after the other. Both of them were now only clad in fur again, as agreed upon in the rules of their game... and just as Sam wanted. Time for the final -- but she couldn't make it too easy for her wolf, could she?

"Now that you've won -- what do you say: Double or nothing? Same rules, only this time one question I get to ask about you. If I win, you get to... show me what you've learned over the last hours. If you lose, you'll have to show me what you've learned. Deal?"

Wait... did Sam really just say that no matter if he lost or won, she would allow him to... well, what precisely she hadn't said -- but Tom's imagination was already running wild. Any semblance of caution was swiftly overruled by the prospect of what his imagination was conjuring up in possible scenarios for the immediate future; suffice to say that each single one involved blissful, intensely sensual, lust-driven fantasies.

"Deal."

"Then here is my question: Do I love you, Thomas Richter? I say..."

And she leaned in close again, her touch and smell blotting out all else that might have been there to perceive for Tom. Her entire body -- snout to shins -- sought contact with his: Nuzzling against his neck, leaning into the lush winter pelt covering his chest, brushing over his abdomen and grinding against his thighs, her legs straddling his for leverage. After all the teasing and goading of the past hours, it didn't take a lot of interaction to draw reactions from the larger canine -- whining and groaning, he reciprocated in kind. Just as he fully embraced her, his paws roaming lower than they hadn't since they had shared their initial union, one of her paws in turn found its way to her lover's pair of orbs -- cupping them in her paw, she slowly and gently massaged them, ever so carefully rolling them back and forth.

She could sense him summoning every last ounce of his willpower to not falter then and there, to give in to the overwhelming urge to claim her on the spot. He was on the verge of giving in to his instincts when her light, unbearably provocative strokes turned into an adamantine vice-grip -- at least that was how the sudden change in haptics translated to his befuddled perception.

Somehow, she had pulled his head level with hers by one ear, leaning close to whisper in the other...

"... that I'll tell you as soon as you catch me -- if you can!"

With a playful growl, she shoved him back and away from her -- and faster than he could try and get a hold of the coyotess, she was running off... the consternated lupine only caught a glimpse of her high-flagged tail as it disappeared around the corner of their workshop-turned-love nest. Tossed from cloud number nine -- floating somewhere up in seventh heaven -- back into the drabness of mundane everyday loneliness with a single push and shove of his trickstress: This was quickly turning into a repeating theme in their shared love life.

Yet, her scent -- the now-familiar scent of the desert after one of the rare rainfalls, long-dormant flowers sprouting and blossoming -- tingled his senstitive nose: An invitation, a challenge to track her... to pursue and catch her. To best her in the hunt, to prove he was truly an equal -- a worthy mate for her.

And so the age-old ritual of the hunt began anew: A predator in pursuit of his prey, though not hunting for sustenance, but for the privilege of being her companion. Her track was easy to follow -- not that she made any effort to hide or to lose her chaser: On the contrary; she allowed him to catch up only to dart away in the last moment, nimbly evading attempts to pounce her. At other times she would duck under the accelerator ring's main conduct or vault over its cooling system's pipes, forcing Tom to break his stride when attempting to follow her, or to take a detour to get around obstacles she was able to fit through, but that were too small for the larger wolf to fit through.

Sam led him on, the chase she had initiated the culmination of her enticing, alluring, teasing him -- their first mating had been rapturous, the coyotess as more experienced lover of the two taking the lead to give Tom the opportunity to fully immerse himself in the glory of his first true intimate union. For their second time, the setting would be a different one: This time, her wolf would have the chance -- the responsibility, the privilege -- to contribute to their shared pleasure. He was clearly motivated enough, even if judging by the urgency he gave chase alone. Not to mention her unceasing efforts to become and stay motivated to follow her lead -- one of her ears flicked back to listen for him: He wasn't very far behind.

With a gleeful laugh she pushed for another burst of speed to widen the distance between them again... drawing a frustrated growl from Tom! He was fully focused on the hunt, having to learn the hard way that wolves weren't the only apt long-distance runners -- and that they were agile prey, able to outmaneuver him with annoyingly erratic twists and turns. Still, she had to run out of stamina at some point... hadn't she? He just had to keep up the pursuit long enough... wind her down so that she would no longer be able to rely on speed to stay ahead of him. Then corner her somehow, cut off her escape routes -- and then he would catch her...

Heart racing, lungs pumping, adrenaline and endorphines driving her on -- the thrill of the chase was exhilariating: Though there was no real reason to fear -- her hunter was on the prowl for carnal pleasure -- the pure excitement of the primal ritual around predator and prey was... liberating. Sam gave the fact that in case the two should be caught chasing each other through the accelerator's tunnel bereft of their clothes, the trouble they'd find themselves in would know no end, little consideration.

It did work in their favour that the expectations towards both researchers and engineering personnel implied a high degree of professionalism -- so surveillance cameras were only used on the premises' perimeter and in the publically accessible buildings, but not inside the actual particle accelerator's tunnel system itself. Nothing had prepared her for finding herself being chased through her new workspace by a wolf who had been a complete stranger to her not two days prior -- nothing in this world really could have.

The way she found herself driven on told her that Tom would keep following her until either one of them would collapse from exhaustion... to the figurative end of the world if need be! She chanced a brief look over her shoulder -- he was maybe three arm's lenghts away, eyes and ears focused solely on her, his longer stride having closed the gap between them again. She saw his upper lips curl up as his nostrils flared, his struggle to catch her scent even overriding his need for a steady supply of oxygen.

Seducing him had worked astonishingly well -- reason enough for affording bit of pride for herself seeing that her charms were still effortlessly working their magic on those she sought to ensnare. Moreover, she had succeded to call forth her lover's wildside. He had been shy and timid at first, his in some -- well, quite some -- regards puppy-like demeanour drawing her curiosity and attention, especially after the lenghts he had gone to in order to make her feel better. She had suspected that there also were much less subdued traits hidden beneath Tom's solitary exterior.

He truly was the predator she had secretly hoped to reveal now after she hadencouraged him enough to give in to his wilder side. But even an apex predator's stamina wasn't without limits -- and she hoped for another wild ride ahead, so she didn't want to wear Tom or herself out to the point where said wild ride would be cut short due because they were both too exhausted to partake in the crescendo of the night.

She had led the hunt along the shorter path away from and back to the workshop again -- one full round following the circumference of the large accelerator tunnel would have meant a hike of 26 kilometers. Instead, she had chosen the route around the smaller SPS particle accelerator array: While considerably smaller in radius, it still meant a journey of about seven kilometers -- more than enough to make sure that their blood would boil while still saving enough stamina for the fun part that was to follow.

The elation of being desired, the sheer thrill of being hunted -- not to mention being on the clock, a countdown running mercilessly until their colleagues working the day shift would arrive -- it all added up to a truly memorable experience. One she was unlikely to ever forget: The hormone rush driving her on already now was etching every moment into her memory with uncanny sharpness.

Their lap around the accelerator assembly was already coming to a close: It had taken them half an hour to return to their starting point, the coyotess suddenly turning sharply to the left and through the -- only -- doorway to the workshop where it all started.

The mistake he had been waiting for! The workshop only had this one exit -- Sam would not have anywhere else left to go. Nearly losing traction on the concrete floor, he followed her into the workshop. A few wide steps served to finally close the distance, and Tom leapt -- this time, his lover didn't dart out of the way; she allowed him to swipe her off her hind paws with the momentum he carried from his wide-arching leap. She had braced for his impact, her pose taut, legs planted firmly -- a surprised yelp escaping her as she was swept away regardless: Not by raw momentum, but a well-calculated twist and turn that caught her fall safely by means of a living cushion.

Before she regained her senses, she found herself turned over -- coming to rest underneath the lupine who held her pinned down by straddling her waist, with his paws firmly holding hers in place. She found herself nose to nose with him -- a predatory hunger still evident in his intense gaze, but with enough of the gentle wolf she had gotten to know and love back in control: He had subdued her deftly, but not roughly. She giggled as his tongue darted over her nosepad, tickling her nostrils with touch, scent and taste simultaneously.

"Gotcha, Sam!"

She returned his affectionate lick in kind, her smile revealing the tips of her sharp teeth between her coal-black lips.

"You did, Tom. You did."

While she had begun to catch her breath again, her heart was still hammering wildly: Having him so close to herself again, his (rightfully) captured prey, it... was almost unbelievably exciting -- and yet felt nothing but right.

"Now, what is the answer to your question?"

His voice had gained a slightly guttural undertone since before she had made him chase her through the underground installation -- testament to the more dominant characteristics in Tom her ceaseless teasing and taunting had brought forth, much to her own delight. Now she only had to make sure that this would also be to his delight; thankfully, there was a straightforward way to do so -- she only needed to push him a tiny bit further... so she feigned ignorance.

"Hm? Question? Which question?"

His reaction was a beautiful blend of aggression and affectionateness: With bared fangs, the sides and top of his snout wrinkling as in a gesture of intimidation, a non-verbal warning to lay off the teasing. At the same time, the very same fangs gnawed along the base of her jugular, pinching the occasional fold of skin under her own neck scruff between them -- strong enough to make her flinch when the brief spikes of pain from his love bites registered, but not strong enough to pierce the skin underneath. That was not all: He had taken her lessons to heart in more than just attention, self-control and patience -- he also was a very motivated student in matters of arousal. He was not only leveraging his maw, but also his hips... each nip was accompanied by a slow, drawn-out thrust. The sensation of his crotch fur softly brushing over her in-between her half-spread thighs -- his sheath, the change in sensation as a noticeable bulge momentarily altered the pattern of sensations lighting her nethers on fire... she felt as if she was floating on arousal, had her lover not held her.

Now it was Sam who found herself hard-pressed to summon up her last reserves of volition to not give in to his advances with complete abandon. He was now the one leading her on, using her own tricks and teases to turn them against her with remarkable ease. He didn't say anything, relying on out-stimulating her at her own game instead. It took him almost two minutes -- a good two dozen agonizingly drawn-out thrusts -- before his coyotess yielded, her answer interrupted by subdued moans and hardly suppressed yips.

"Oooooooh... thi -- iiiiiis qu... uuuuuuu... estion..."

Without his hips continuing their slow cyclic motion and his maws ceasing togroom her, Tom's answer was given through clenched teeth, his voice sounding even more guttural than before. His latest thrust became more insistent, his snout making its way up to her right ear as he pulled her into an even closer embrace than before.

"Yes, this question -- the question you pushed me to limits I didn't even know I had. The question you energized my privates for, tied me up as your very own Christmas present, got me to raise all the willpower I have just for the sake of holding still. So... what is your answer?"

Having little room left to wiggle or squirm -- to do something, anything to distract herself from the pure bliss of foreplay -- the coyotess uttered her first high-pitched yip of passion since their first time together. Just as he had been before to her, she was now wax in his paws to mold as he desired. Luckily, her desires and his were very much aligned with each other: All that was missing was a single spark to ignite the potent mix of hormones and passion that had built up over the past few hours... one Sam was more than ready and willing to provide, to finally release her lover from the bans she had put on him.

"An... nnnnnn... ssssss -- wer? O -- oooooh... yes. Yes. YES! YES!!!"

Sam's enthusiastic exclamation was the execution of barely coherent thoughts -- Tom's voice the last safety line to reality, the remainder of her world a blurry maelstrom of touch, smell, desire and need. How the wolf had managed to turn up the proverbial heat that fast became instantly evident as the rapidly culminating cascade of sensations collapsed, leaving her gasping for air and craving for the return of her lupine lover's attention to the erogeneous spots he had mapped out with frightening acuity.

Somehow, one of his paws had found its way between her thighs; this time roaming there freely with her (if implied) approval. The other had taken care of her mammaries, but was now absent as well -- as were his licks and nips, infuriatingly leaving her behind without any kind of stimulation whatsoever. Kindling the flame of passion only to let it expire again? That would not stand -- not if she had anything to say about it.

Not that she would be given a chance to actually say anything about it: Very much aware that the time they had spent together (albeit with Tom contributing little to the action-filled side of the night while having been tied up) had not only affected his infatuation with her, but hers with him -- in at least equal measure seeing how she reacted to his increasingly bold advances.

"Yes... yes to what? That you love me too, or that you admit defeat and I do get to show you what you've taught me -- and to show you as I see fit?"

Wait a second -- how did one single question suddenly turn into a list of four? She had only promised him one answer, not four! The list somehow got amended... how very troubledog-like of him! Her being out of words for a change meant she had to cover up her bafflement at his shameless copycatting somehow -- if she had nothing to say, preventing him from talking would do just as well: Time for another deep kiss to share; only one of her paws secured his head in position while the other returned the roaming favour. She could swear that she felt his eyes rolling back -- Tom broke the kiss, removing her paw holding his head in place... but not the other one busy down his southern regions.

He eyed her up with an expression showing equal parts of affection and hunger -- even in the well-lit workshop, she could make out a slight hint of eyeshine illuminating his pupils.

"You did all this with me -- to me -- specifically on purpose, didn't you? You did put me to the test, I get that much -- and I must have passed it. I did pass it, right? But why did you have to... rile me up like you did? I haven't fe.. eeeelt that giddy i -- nnnnn... ever. I feel... like I'm oooOh .. on fire... o ˜ oooooooo ˜ ne pa... aaAAAaAAA... art of me in particu... uuuuuuuu... lar. Y -- yyyyyyyyesssssss... thaAAat one..."

Sam enjoyed a brief respite as she was able to distract her wolf by tried and tested means; he deserved (and had more than earned the right) to know why she had been putting him through all these trials.

"You did pass, love. As to why I encouraged you like I did -- when you went out of your way to make me feel better, I wasn't sure what you actually wanted... I needed to find out. And... I needed to be sure what I wanted -- from you, and for myself. Now... I know, and I'm sure."

"The teasing... the -- nnnnnnaA... ughty tricks you played on mmmmM...eeeee? You could have made iiiii...t a lot eeeeeeAaaa... sier for me, you kn... nnnnnoow that, don't youuuUUUUU?"

Taking hold of his wrists -- guiding one of his paws down her stomach towards her nether regions, the other to her left breast -- she nuzzled him, her voice a hushed whisper.

"I could have... I suppose. But where would be the fun in that?"

"All this time you mmmmmmm... ade me want to p...iiiiIIIInnnnnn you do... oooooOhhhwn, bend you o-- oooooover and cl -- lllaim you..."

She let him go, playfully shooing him away -- only to turn her back to him, letting herself fall back against him. Trusting him blindly to catch her before she would truly topple over she found herself in his warm and comfy embrace once again.

"Then... why don't you?"