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Sylver had left the castle all together, leading Drake out onto the ground and to the hedge maze. The snow had been cleared from the evergreens. Safely contained fires burned in open sections while fairy-lights wove through the trimmed branches elsewhere. The stone benches, tucked into hidden turns, were mostly occupied with very active pairs of students. Sylver could taste them on the air, and the excitement sent a shiver up her spine.

"Where are we going?" Drake asked behind her.

"Just thought we'd get out and away from everyone." She paused, listening to someone in the next row feeding cheesy lines to his date. "Some males are so pathetic."

"Yeah, they should give better lines." He slid his hand into hers.

"Hmm...I hear a weasel and an otter." She paused, absently rubbing his hand, and listened before pinpointing them. "They're there." As she led him closer to the fountain in the middle of the maze, she could hear Donald, the weasel Drake's buddies had snowballed, apologizing to Minnie, his otter friend, for not asking her to the ball sooner. Drake drew Sylver's attention, a mischievous smirk on his lips, and drew her down one of the other paths, ending up taking her to the other side of the large fountain. Getting his plan, she crouched down with him and listened.

"Minnie, I'm sorry," the weasel was saying again.

"I know," his otter girl answered.

"I...uh...well, you look beautiful tonight..."

"Thanks, Donald. You look pretty good yourself."

"Yeah right. Not in this stupid tux."

"No, really."

"You mean it?"

"Uh-huh."

"Oh please," groaned Sylver, rolling her eyes. "Talk about shy."

"Don?" Minnie continued

"Hmm?" There was a long silence after that, making Sylver curious. She looked and could not believe what she was seeing; the two were actually kissing! Last she had known, the two were too busy being friends and bickering to do this. She gestured for Drake to look, knowing this was too good of blackmail material to miss.

Drake stood and headed around, exclaiming, "Ah! It's a couple of rodents!"

The two pulled apart, blushing and looking like a couple of guilty children playing doctor. Sylver stayed back, just watching. Donald held Minnie close to him, his glare looking foolish after the display they just saw. "Back off, Drake," he snapped.

"Is the weasel having fun with the water-rat know-it-all?" Drake continued. "Care to step even lower?"

"Like you have room to talk, out here all alone," Minnie yipped.

Sylver took her moment, sauntering around the fountain to come to Drake's side and wrap her arms around his waist, leaning into him. "Drake, here you are." She pressed her body close and kissed his neck. Then she looked to Donald with tempting smirk and a wink. The weasel could not seem to help himself, his wide eyes entranced and his jaw slack as if he would drool.

"Oh, hey," Drake acted, stealing a passionate kiss and almost tempting her away from their fun. "Did you see who's out here?"

"Aw! How sweet!" She pulled away from him and ignored the killer look Minnie had pinned on her as she knelt before Donald. "Aren't you the cutest little rodent," she teased sweetly, running her hand along his fuzzy cheek, feeling him melt under her scales.

"Donald!" shrieked Minnie, no longer held in his arms; Donald was too intent on Sylver.

"Is this your girlfriend?" Sylver asked him, nodding to the anger-fluffed otter.

"Nah! Just a friend," said Donald much to easily. Minnie stood with a huff and stomp before running off, her modest, ruffled skirt dragging behind her.

"Minnie!" Donald called, snapping out of his trance briefly. As soon as his eyes turned back to Sylver, he smiled in what might have been called a cute manner. "So..."

Drake came up behind Sylver, helping her to her feet. "What do you think you're doing, gawking over my girl?" he snapped at his lonely competition.

"Y-your girl? I...uh..."

Sylver sighed, tired of teasing the stuttering Mammal. "Drake, let's go. It's no fun when there's only one. Let's leave him to..." She glanced at Donald's lap where an evident, though puny, erection tented his tux pants. "...himself."

Drake sneered and walked off with her. "Hasn't had much practice at hiding it."

"Have you?" she inquired, walking ahead of him.

"Well, I've had to with some of these girls. They want all that emotional stuff; all I wanted was a night to mate with them."

She glanced over her shoulder to him. "Makes me wonder what your intentions are with me."

"I wouldn't mind mating with you, but then again, you do know all my tricks. What's the poin in making up all new stuff just for one girl?"

Sylver stiffened, her hood starting to spread. "Why make up anything?" Her voice was quivering with annoyance; she could not believe how cold he had turned. If that's all this was, she would not stay, but instead she ran from him. She turned this way and that through the maze until she found one of the tucked-away dead ends. The cold stone bench was little comfort compared to Drake's cold words.

Nevertheless, he had followed her and was soon standing in the pathway. "So, cobra, would you or wouldn't you then?"

She looked up at him through masked eyes, debating, and soon decided she might as well see how much he wanted her, how much fun she could still wring from the thoughtless snake. Reaching into her corseted bodice, she pulled a skeleton key from her pressed cleavage. "Maybe," she answered as she turned the key over in her hands. "This here is a key to Sal's office."

"He gave you that?"

"I've had it since year one. I have full access to his rooms at any time. Access to his storage closet too; lets me mix up sleeping draughts whenever I have nightmares." She turned her gaze from the key to Drake. "He doesn't know that I also know how to make a few aphrodisiac oils."

He sat beside her with a pleased smile. "You're more sexual than I gave you credit for, Sylver." He kissed her neck, a sensation she greatly enjoyed, though the adding sucking and licking was even better.

"Just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean I'm not sexually aware."

"Well, we can have a little fun tonight if you'd like." His hand was roaming over her, touching her shoulder and arm and heading to her breast, but she caught it just as his fingers brushed over her feminine scales.

"Eager, aren't you?" she laughed. "You're not getting me that easily, Drake. It'll take more work than that to be the first to lay with me." Lifting his hand to her lips, kissing and licking each of his fingers suggestively. She could still taste hints of the finger foods they had eaten. She glanced up to see him pout before his other hand touched her cheek. She almost thought those gray eyes held adoration as they met hers. She closed her eyes against the thought and leaned into his touch as she released his hand. Those tasty fingers touched her neck, stroking tenderly.

This was the treatment she was looking for. This was what she really wanted. She wanted these soft, sweet touches and slow, intimate kisses. She wanted the promise of high passion, not just the passion.

His lips brushed over hers, ending her thoughts. Her eyes flew open in surprise, catching a glimpse of his handsome face, and then fluttered closed again as she melted into the gentle kiss. A little harder and a little insistent the kiss grew before his forked tongue teased her into opening her lips. She encouraged him, coaxing tongue with tongue in a sensual dance. She barely heard his moan as he held her tighter, too busy throwing her arms around his neck and laying back. He followed her down and began to touch her sides, making her want to wiggle out of the barrier of the shaping bodice of her dress.

The sound of a roughly clearing throat interrupted the moment Sylver was loving. Going rigid beneath Drake, she opened her eyes to see the head of the Mammal Chapter, a skinny old tabby female, scolding them with her eyes behind her square glasses. Startled, Sylver pushed Drake off her, causing him to fall to the frosted ground.

"What the hell was that about, Sylver?" he snapped as she fussed with her dress. She gestured behind him, getting him too look. "Hello, Professor Midge," he corrected.

"I would expect such from you, Drake, but not from you, Sylver," commented their feline teacher.

"Sorry, Professor," she muttered in reply, bowing her head.

"I won't dock pointsﾃ｢竄ｬ"this timeﾃ｢竄ｬ"but I will be informing Professor Sal about this," Midge explained. "I'm sure he'll be expecting you both for detention tomorrow evening."

Sylver cringed. She knew Sal would be pissed, but she also knew better than to try to persuade her otherwise. Drake was wisely remaining quiet, too.

"Both of you are to go to your rooms. Now."

Sylver scrambled to her feet and past Professor Midge, leaving Drake on the ground. He caught up with her just outside the maze. "That was quite interesting, wasn't it?"

"It was," she answered. Her mind was otherwise occupied. Sal would not understand; she did not even know if she understood why she had given in to him. He had been so gentle, so tender, and had wiped away his hard words as if they had never been spoken. There had to be a chance she would be more than the others; after all, she was his closest friend.

"Don't worry. Sal won't be so hard on you, but he'll probably kill me."

"You're right," she realized, "but you shouldn't worry either. I'm not going to let him kill you, at least not until I'm through with you."

He took her hand in his. "At least I'll die with a smile on my face."

She gave his hand a squeeze. "I'll make sure of it."

"I bet you will." He got ahead of her, surprising her as he held open the castle door for her. She waited for him to rejoin her in the hall, glad to see that the ball had not yet been broken up; they would not have to push through the crowd again.

"What's so funny?"

She realized she was grinning like a fool as she watched him come up to her. "It's interesting," she explained, looking him over, "how just a few weeks ago I was just a childhood companion to you, and yet now you flirt with me like its nothing."

The embarrassed way he avoided her gaze as they headed to the dungeons was not expected. "Well, I have to admit, I have really liked you for a while now."

"Really? I guess my attraction to you was mutual then."

"Is that why you've refused just about every other guy?"

"Partly; partly because every other guy in the school is worthless. They all had only one thing on their mind." She knew he probably was not a very good exception, but she could hope. Besides, he was at least attractive.

"And I don't?"

"You do, but you I'm willingﾃ｢竄ｬ"if not eagerﾃ｢竄ｬ"to enjoy."

The common room was nearly empty as they stepped beyond the archway. Drake beat her to the couch, so she followed, settling beside him. His arm was around her shoulders as soon as she was beside him and his mouth was attacking her neck. "You taste delicious, by the way," he whispered.

Turning to push him back on the couch, she laid her body across his and returned the favor. "So do you."

"Shall we continue where we left off?" He was kissing a trail to her lips.

"We shouldn't you know," she murmured into the final kiss. "The others will be coming soon."

As if summoned by her, one of the older male reptiles they had dined with spoke from behind the couch. "Well, well, well...look what we have here."

"Would have thought you'd surely be in Sal's office, having your fun, by now," commented the other. Sylver barely glanced toward them before returning to favoring Drake with teasing kisses up and down his neck. His hand stroking her back was certainly encouraging, making the "act" all the better.

"The...old cat...Midge found us." He was gasping, and she did not think that was an act. She just wished the other two were not watching. She at least encouraged him more with a few playful nips and more intense kissing to his pale scales.

"Leave it to her to ruin a Reptile's fun," agreed one of their audiences.

A third voiceﾃ｢竄ｬ"Sylver suspected it was the Reptile Chapter soccer team captain, a frilled lizard called Markﾃ｢竄ｬ"joined the conversation. "Don't have too much fun, Drake. We've got practice at sunrise."

She felt Drake bite at her neck in turn before he pushed her away. "He's right; we do. I can't very well practice when I've been up all night with a beautiful female." Yet, after those words were out of his mouth, he was pushing her back onto the couch and kissing her as if no one else was there. Sylver willing took to the kissing, arms wrapped around him.

She did not know when the others moved on, but she did sense when Professor Sal was on his way. It was a tense change in the air, a familiar scent that touched her tongue between kisses. Before her godfather could catch her making-out in plain sight, she pushed Drake off her, jumped from the couch, and took the stairs up to the girls' rooms two at a time. However, she was not able to avoid a lecture as Sal appeared in her years' shared room a few minutes later. An hour long rant about how foolish she was being, about how she needed to think things through before acting, was the last thing she wanted. Moreover, she could not soften it, no matter how often she pointed out Drake's good points. As if he was her real father, Sal kept pointing out the bad; she knew he just wanted the best for her. By the end of it, she was agreeing to an afternoon detention. Wishing him a good night and taking off to the female community showers was a relief.

Despite the long day, the excitement and the scolding, Sylver still wanted more. Dressed in a white silk and lace nightgown, she waited for her roommates to fall asleep before sneaking out to steal one last moment with Drake. As she approached the room he slept in, she could hear soft male moans; someone was having personal fun. Wondering who she would catch, she quickened her steps as much as she could without risking stealth.

Drake's curtains were closed around his bed, and the moans were coming from there. Peeking in, she found him with is sleep pants pushed down, his long and slender shaft unsheathed and hard in his fast-stroking hand, and his eyes closed in pleasure. It was the sexiest think she had ever seen; she could not resist sitting beside his feet and watching, indulging in the idea that she had brought this on. However, as she sat, his eyes shot open, staring straight at her. His breath caught between moan and gasp, his hand squeezed tight and forced heavy spurts of his seed onto his stomach.

She frowned playfully, eyeing the pearly liquid. "Surely, Drake, you know better than to grip so tightly; you end it all too quickly when you do such," she teased.

"W-What are you doing here?"

"I came for you. I couldn't leave you so unsatisfied, now could I?"

"No lie?" He let go of himself, looking over the mess. "Don't you think that I should probably clean up a bit, then?"

"Why?"

Leaning over him, she wrapped her fingers around his wrist and cleaned his fingers with long, slow licks and a little suckling. He tasted slightly metallic, but it was addictive and had her licking her lips afterward. His tongue copied the movement as his other hand reached for her. She came to him, kissing him and rubbing his neck while she took the chance to touch the rest of his enticing body, her own stretched out beside him. His hands explored her just as quickly, his reaction hot and hungry. Her body was just as hungry with soft breasts pressed against his side and slickening slit rubbing against his thigh.

His fingers tickling her spine had her shivering before they gripped her neck while he moaned into her mouth. She rewarded him with light strokes down his sides until she was touching his half-satisfied cock. More moans entered her mouth along with his caressing tongue. Her own tongue tangling with his, she touched him from leaking, pointed tip to stretched sheath opening with feather-light strokes. His hiss was gratifying, and the nibbling he did on her bottom lip made her want his mouth all over.

Sylver had to pull away to catch her breath. Once again she took in the incredibly sexual sight of his naked, aroused body, his seed drying on his stomach from before. From his pleading gray eyes to his hard shaft, her gaze raked his body before she memorized the touch and feel of every part of his manhood. She moaned as his hands snuck up under her gown and massaged her chest, surprising her. Pressing into his touch, she really stroked him, her fingers wrapped around his smooth flesh. He lifted her gown and leaned up, kissing on her chest. The more he kissed and touched her, the more she stroked him; pleasure for pleasure she gave.

He gasped, pulling back from her chest. Finally able to focus again, she began a hand over hand motion on his shaft until he was spilling again, spraying all the way up to his chest with a barely quieted groan. Once he was fully satisfied, she began to taste of his fresh spill, cleaning him of new and old while he stroked her hood.

Stretching out beside him when she was done, she asked, "Satisfied?"

"Very." The way he looked her over spoke differently. "Would you like me to return the favor?"

"The sun will rise soon; rest while you can." Despite how wet she felt, how her body tingled with anticipation and need, she urged his eyes closed with her fingertips and kissed each lid and then his lips. She fixed her gown and left before he could open his eyes again, wanting him only to wake to cum soiled sheets and no proof she had been there. Excited and needy, but pleased with her conquest, she returned to her own bed and fell asleep with sensual dreams of him.