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The Sweetest of Times

Written by Amethyst Mare / Arian Mabe for Demon Wolf

William poked at his sandwich, seated alone in the raucous school canteen. The gun-metal grey wolf sighed theatrically, tearing apart bread and cheap luncheon meat until it no longer resembled a sandwich or anything that a self-respecting wolf should devour. In his free paw was a small, black box of a mobile phone, one of the newer models that friends should have been eager to see, if he had had any friends close enough to talk to about such gadgets. Other students in the densely populated high school avoided him in the corridors and the same rang true in the canteen, so he could at least spend lunch breaks in relative peace. Hell, even the skunk boys had more company than he did. The lengths to which other students went to in order to avoid being around him had risen to ridiculous proportions, but what could one wolf do? Lilith said they found him intimidating.

"Not hungry today, are we?"

He jerked back, shocked to be addressed as the subject of his thoughts startled him. A small black cat with grey on her paws and the underside of her muzzle shifted anxiously from hind paw to paw, her hazel eyes contemplative. She stood with her arms folded across her chest and a book clasped between them as if she was afraid that someone would snatch it away if she released it for even a moment. As was usual for her, she wore her 'Pikachu' hooded sweatshirt with the hood tugged up around her ears. The pointed, Pokemon ears flopped to the sides comically, though the cat was unaware of their disarray, which made her appear as if she was drooping with dramatised sadness: typical Lilith.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" He gestured at the phone, though the wolf could not keep the smile from his voice; it was hard not to smile around Lilith. "I thought you were going for lunch today with the girls."

"Not today," she slid easily on to the seat beside him. "Jane and Sarah are fighting again and, well, you know how that goes. I just don't get why those two are still friends after all this drama."

Oh yes, William knew all too well about that particular duo. He had heard about the fights between Jane the husky and Sarah the malamute for too many years, even if he would always listen to Lilith no matter what she wanted to talk about. He couldn't fathom how those two canines always seemed to drift back together after every one of their explosive fights, usually public, both growling at one another as ferociously as ones caught in a lover's feud. Perhaps they were locked away lovers.

"So you'd rather sit here alone with me?" He asked critically. "Surely the free show is more than worth it."

Lilith rolled her eyes and clapped a paw over her lips to stifle an untimely chuckle.

"I'm not here alone if I'm with you," she said, opening her book to ensure the purple bookmark had not dropped free during the course of carrying - she could not stand to lose her place while reading. "So what did that poor sandwich do to you?"

"Nothing," William sighed. "Just not hungry, that's all."

"Don't you make your own lunch?"

The wolf shook his head, unwilling to agree or disagree. He would only seem stupid if he admitted aloud that he made his own lunch every day, yet rarely ate any of it. He hated to look stupid, especially in front of Lilith. Sure, she was his best friend, but sometimes the simplest of actions around her had him stumbling over his paws like a pup, goofing up yet again. And the 'goof up's' often included things that he'd rather not repeat or recall, quite frankly.

He looked up, caught her eye and looked away again, cheeks burning. What was wrong with him? Digging out her own lunch from the depths of her shoulder bag, Lilith scooped a squashed sandwich on to the crumb-strewn table, nose wrinkling in distaste. The wolf shuffled awkwardly, lost for words that should have come far more easily around his friend than they currently were. Was he unwell? He had felt fine before... He had felt fine before Lilith had joined him. Or as fine as a lone wolf could feel. What was going on? Thoughts scrambling for precedence, he dared not answer his own question. Instead, he cleared his throat loudly, glancing awkwardly from side to side as her gaze slid vacantly away from his.

"Are we still on for this weekend?" He asked, hoping she had not noticed his fumbling change in demeanour.

She unwrapped her sandwich slowly, lost in her own thoughts. William had to poke her shoulder to get her attention and she jumped as if she had been stung, tail fluffing up in surprise. Biting back a laugh, the wolf repeated the question and her muzzle lit up with a smile.

"Oh! Yes," she grinned shyly. "My mom said it was okay for you to stay over, said she didn't know why I was asking."

"We are over each other's places quite often," William admitted, scratching away an itch from the back of his paw. "It's not exactly uncommon for us."

"Nope!" She chirped. "Not strange! Dad isn't too keen on it though, but you know how he is. He thinks the worst of everything, worst case scenario and all that."

"What would be the worst case scenario?"

"Probably setting something on fire."

William laughed, a note of embarrassment in his reluctant amusement. That had only been one time and the sofa had been fine once they had dumped water from the vase over the arm. The flowers in the vase had been less okay. He was abruptly aware of every little motion, the sound of his breathing and the way his heart pounded against his eardrums. The beat was obnoxiously loud and he wondered that Lilith could not hear it and question. She seemed too caught up in her own lunch to engage in greater conversation or awareness, however, so William was left to silently suspect.

Why didn't she know? They said males were the slowest to catch on but Lilith... He sighed heavily. Couldn't she see how much he cared about her? He didn't know about anything more - how could he?

"Something on your mind?" Lilith cocked her muzzle.

A strand of brown hair tugged free of her hood, fluttering across her eyes.

"No, nothing," he said, as unwilling and evasive as ever: he could not say.

"I think I know you a bit better than that." She put her half-eaten sandwich down. "Come on - tell me."

"Oh, it's..." William cast about vaguely for something - anything - that he could say instead of the suspected truth. "Oh, a test later."

"I didn't think you usually worried about tests," Lilith's mouth twisted sympathetically. "Must be a bad one."

"It's with Mr Evans, you know what he's like."

A perfect excuse at least.

"Yeah, I know," Lilith fell for it, shuddering in memory; she had had the strict otter for her chemistry module last semester. "Do you want me to quiz you before you face the beast?"

"It would certain increase my intellect points."

William kept his expression as neutral as possible as Lilith struggled to work out whether or not he was serious, whiskers twitching curiously. A smile tugged at the corner of the wolf's lips, giving the game away, and she broke into a smile, rolling her eyes.

"You are such a geek," she laughed, tearing away the crusts from her sandwiches, a personal quirk. "You had me going then, thanks, wolf."

"Geek? Look who's talking!" He teased, warmth flooding his veins. "It'd be a help if you did quiz me though, really would appreciate it."

"'course I will," she said. "What's the poison this time?"

Lilith was smarter than she claimed and, although he was actually fine with the content of the upcoming test, William could not deny that he was grateful for additional assistance. Perhaps he was a little too much of an intellectual due to his self-imposed solitude, but nothing helped him more when studying than another fur to bounce questions and answers off. Lilith was especially helpful and what wolf would he be if he did not take the chance to spend even more time with her.

Licking his dry lips, he dragged his stained science textbook from his backpack, ignoring Lilith's 'tut' of disapproval: she could not stand a damaged book. Thankfully, William did not mind damaged textbooks for school subjects as he usually succeeded in destroying them during the course of study - how he did this, he could never accurately relate - and cared little if they served their purpose. The feline's textbooks, on the other paw, were irrefutably pristine and she mourned a damaged book like she would a friend. She took the textbook from him and fired off questions rapidly, testing his skills in every manner she could think of. She mimicked the otter teacher's style so precisely, however, that William was hard pressed to take the study seriously, earning some light-hearted chiding.

When the bell rang for next period, signalling the end of their lunch slot, Lilith sighed, tugging her hood down a little further over her forehead as she wished to disappear into it. The wolf's ears perked. Maybe she was disappointed to have to leave him? Maybe she wanted to spend more time with him? Or maybe his hopes were simply the futile ones of a friend that wanted more. He cleared his throat, banishing the threads of moping, and poked her shoulder, startling a smile from her downturned lips. She was even more beautiful when she smiled. Their eyes met in a moment of connection, neither wanting to leave the table and walk away, and shyness bade Lilith to shuffle her hind paws uncomfortably, skin tingling beneath her fur.

"Meet you after last period?" William smiled, sliding his glance away. "I've got that book to give you, but it's in my locker."

He swore her eyes lit up with the mention of a new book and warmed with satisfaction: thankfully, his interest in reading and exploring fresh genres had hit the right note this time. No goof up. Lilith's tail flicked against his leg, almost unconsciously, and he flushed.

"Sure," she met his smile with her own, glancing quickly down as she edged towards her next class. "Took you long enough! I'll see you then."

*

"Oh come on!" William thumped the controller against his leg, feigning anger. "I had that one!"

"Clearly not."

Uncharacteristically, Lilith's lips curved up in a cheeky grin, paws folded around the gaming console's controller.

The weekend had come at last and the pair sat on the floor in front of the wide, beige sofa, a bowl of popcorn between them. It was an hour after last period late Friday afternoon and Lilith had challenged William to a gaming match (as one does), which turned out to be much to his detriment. Neither would have considered themselves hardcore gamers, though there was good fun in the challenge, even if William felt that he was a little too prone to losing at Mario Kart. He would have thought he would have been better at the game with the bright graphics, but the silly voices made him laugh and lose concentration - a fatal move when it came to gaming with Lilith. He was better at other games, so he supposed it did not really matter. Gaming was simply another thing that he had in common with Lilith, even if she teased him when he lost. Regardless of this loss, he would get her back in another game, there was no doubt about that!

"I've got to get you into something better than this," William shot her a sideways glance.

"Hey, don't have a go at Mario!" Lilith's fur fluffed up as she was briefly affronted. "At least I don't need to know ten hours of story and plot behind this game before going out to shoot things one after another."

The wolf laughed and grabbed a piece of popcorn, tossing it in the air and catching it expertly in his maw. Lilith shook her head in a pretence of long-suffering weariness.

"Say what you will: shooters are just another brand of hack and slash games."

"Take that back!" William mock-growled.

"Or what?" The cat's eyes sparkled deviously.

"Or else!"

She laughed, calling his bluff, and William pounced, grabbing her wrists and lightly wrestling her back against the sofa. Squeaking in surprise, the feline squirmed, eyes startlingly wide until they narrowed into sly slits in the next heartbeat. She twisted like a snake, almost throwing the wolf off - not that he was exerting much pressure on her shoulders as he pinned her back. Tail wagging nineteen to the dozen, William scrambled on to his knees, dropping backwards to the carpet with the feline on top of him as they wrestled playfully. They rolled from side to side for a few seconds, neither gaining the upper paw, until the wolf managed to manoeuvre on top. Using his weight to his advantage, he bore the agile feeling down until she was pinned by his body, unable to squirm free. Trying to ignore how her body pressed to his made him feel, he caught her flailing wrists and trust them above her head.

"Gotcha!" William yelped triumphantly, slamming Lilith's paws gently back against the carpet.

She huffed and wriggled but his greater size and bulk rendered her near helpless in such a position.

"You still can't beat me in game," she quipped, tail lashing wildly.

"We'll see about that."

Realising that he was still holding Lilith down, William scrambled back hurriedly, coughing lightly into his paw and scooping up a paw full of popcorn to hide the pink tinge colouring the interior of his ears. He could almost feel the heat emanating from his muzzle and, no stranger to his own body, his jeans were uncomfortably tight in one particular area. What was wrong with him? It was Lilith! And it was that fact that made all the difference between her and any other female fur.

Shaking his head as if to clear water from his ears, the wolf flopped on to the sofa, sinking into the plush cushions. A moment or two later, Lilith joined him, sitting at the other end with one leg crossed over the other, hind paw jiggling in what he would have thought a nervous twitch. Then again, he could not imagine Lilith being nervous around him. There were very specific things that the feline became nervous about - tests like the one he had undertaken earlier in the week, for example - and William was fairly confident that he was not one of them. What if he had made her feel uncomfortable though? The tip of his tail twitched anxiously.

"Do you want to take your bag up to the spare room?" Lilith broke the silence, swallowing hard.

Holding back a sigh - what was wrong with the cat now? What had he done? - William nodded quietly and leaned over the arm of the sofa to grasp the strap of his navy holdall. It had a sports brand logo embellished on the side but he was not big on brands or following what was popular and what was not. It was such a waste of time. His tail drooped as he stood, glancing at the cat to catch her sliding her gaze away, arms folded across her stomach. She had shed her hooded sweatshirt for a black tank top in the warmth of the house and hardly seemed to notice how it clung to her torso. It shamelessly highlighted the shape of her breasts, even through the loose fabric, catching William's eye as he tried not to look.

"Um..." He coughed, the flush across his muzzle evident to the curious feline. "I'll just take this up... Back in a minute."

Could he have been any more awkward? William fled the room as if the hounds of hell snapped at his heels, bag thumping painfully against his hip. Angrily, he half-stomped up the stairs, only checking himself when he recalled that Lilith's mother was still in the house; it wouldn't do to aggravate them, he didn't want to be kicked out. Did Lilith want to get him out of the room for some reason? Why did he have take his bag upstairs right that minute? His thoughts whirled and he thought himself a petulant cub briefly, as his understanding was of such.

At the top of the stairs, he automatically turned right, passing Lilith's room and the upstairs bathroom, pushing the door open to the spare room with the small double bed. Barely large enough for the bed and a chest of drawers, Lilith told him before that it had used to be a study when her father worked from home. He supposed he was lucky they had converted it into a guest bedroom over the years; it meant that he had not had to sleep on an uncomfortable, old air mattress any longer. Squeezing into the room, he dropped his bag in the narrow gap at the foot of the bed and rubbed the back of his neck, gathering himself to return downstairs. Why did things have to be so difficult? He had no answer for that question, which was only to be expected in his flurry of thinking.

He turned and nearly leapt out of his skin. As quiet as a mouse (which was amusing when one considered Lilith's species) the feline had crept into the bedroom and stood in the doorway. She leaned against the door frame as she fidgeted with a loose thread in her tank top, eyes curiously downcast. Trying to slow his rapidly beating heart - damn, she had scared him! - William scratched his arm, counting slowly backwards from three: enough time to compose himself.

"Why'd you follow me up?" He said at last, making a feeble attempt at a joke. "I know where the room is, I've been here enough. Did you think I'd get lost?"

"Ah, well," Lilith shuffled, arms crossed tightly over her chest - something that William noted with a flicker of disappointment. "I didn't mean to be...you know..."

"Huh?" William blinked, uncomprehending.

Just what was she on about? The wolf shook his head slowly, paw smoothing the grey fur on his arm flat. Lashing her tail - anxiously? - Lilith licked her lips and shrank back against the frame, seeming to quail under the light probing, if it could even be counted as such. He couldn't bear to see her so timid. Embarrassment forgotten, he stepped forward in a sudden surge of boldness and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her in close to his broad chest. She was so small that the tips of her ears did not even brush his chin and, after a tense moment, she unfolded her arms and hugged him back, cheek pressed to his chest with a quiet purr. Holding each other close for seconds that seemed to flit by far too quickly, William closed his eyes and inhaled her soft, feminine scent, the clean, floral aroma of her fur conditioner oddly alluring.

"Let's go back downstairs," Lilith breathed a sigh, refusing to look up. "Please?"

"Of course," William said at once.

Though he was perplexed by her behaviour, he followed her back down the stairs, pretending his gaze was lowered to watch his step rather than admire her body. Why could she not see? He must be making her uncomfortable, he decided with a shamed flush, which meant he would have to try much harder to hide his affections from her. It was all he could do...right?

Things seemed to revert to normal for some time, for which William was thankful. Still, it was as if the two of them were going through a set of very well practiced motions, which admittedly came easily to both of them. Well, it could have just been in William's mind, as he was becoming prone to over-thinking events as they became increasingly confusing. Half an hour later, the wolf's brow furrowed in concentration as he determinedly paid the feline back for the humiliating Mario Kart loss. Shooters were definitely more his forte, even if Lilith made a formidable team member in group games. Strange to think that such a sweet cat was deadly with a controller in her paws.

Musing as he was, William did not hear the front door open and close, the sound of another fur entering the house drifting past his slightly folded back ears as he leaned forward, anticipating a kill shot.

"Hey, you two!" Lilith's father popped his head around the living room door, making William jump, hackles rising instinctively before he got them under control.

The middle-aged silver tabby was dressed smartly as if he had just arrived home from work and smiled at the two 'kids' playing together. While he was distracted, Lilith shot William's character's head off and poked her tongue out at him.

"Are you ready?" The older cat tapped his short claws against the wall, checking his watch. "It's gone six, we better head off."

"Ready for what, dad?" Lilith blinked, uncomprehending. "I didn't think we were going anywhere. We were just -"

"Dinner!" The tabby smiled charmingly. "Your mother and I are going out so you two better come with us."

"Thanks, dad, but we already had plans for dinner..." Lilith trailed off, looking between the wolf and her father. "We were going to order pizza. It's Friday night."

"Can't you have pizza tomorrow?"

Her father frowned and she swallowed hard, struggling to find words.

"Nope, they can't have pizza tomorrow," Lilith's mother joined her husband in the doorway, the black and white cat as cheerful as ever. "Hi, William."

"Hi, Mrs Calliana," he answered politely.

"So formal!" She giggled like a schoolgirl, earning a disapproving look from her husband. "Yes, but as I was saying, I'm making a full roast tomorrow since we'll be out on Sunday and miss it."

"A roast dinner is hardly traditional for us..." The tabby sniffed and swished his tail, casting a meaningful look at his daughter and her friend. "I just don't think we should leave William and Lil' here...alone."

"Oh, don't be absurd!" Lilith's mother waved him off with a dismissive paw. "They'll be fine! What would they get up to, hm? Lil' knows where the fire extinguisher is if she sets the toast on fire again!"

"That was one time!" Lilith protested loudly, though she could not resist sharing a conspiring grin with William: the day of the flaming toast was legendary.

"Anyway," Mrs Calliana continued, adjusting her dangling earrings with a claw-tip. "You two have fun here. We'll probably be out a while so just order dinner in whenever you're ready."

"I hardly think -"

"No! None of that!" The black and white cat grinned, flapping her paws at her husband as she ushered him back towards the door through which he had only entered a few minutes ago. "You're not evading my company tonight! I've got you all to myself and you have to know that you can't coddle Lil' anymore. She could be out doing far worse than hanging with this sweet boy in our home."

William's eyes shot wide but he made no comment. He was blushing too often to be comfortable that afternoon and his ears once again took on a pink tinge as Lilith stifled the bubble of a giggle at how her mother had addressed him. Oblivious, the black and white cat waved at them, disappearing into the corridor where, a moment later, they heard the front door click closed. They vanished so swiftly that Lilith and William were momentarily stunned, gathering themselves before speaking. With a flash of white, feline teeth, Lilith poked her tongue out at the wolf, the television screen still showing William's character as dead and requesting a re-spawn.

"Hah," she poked the wolf in the ribs. "You're a 'sweet boy' now - that's a new one!"

William rolled his eyes theatrically and huffed a sigh.

"Oh, shut up. And that kill was not clean!"

*

William sat very still on the sofa, the room only lit by the glow of the television screen. The remains of the pizza within two square, red and blue boxes sat on the coffee table and, though his stomach rumbled, the wolf did not dare reach for another cold slice. The black and grey cat slumped against his shoulder, eyes blinking as she chased away sleep. He could not have relayed what the film they were 'watching' was about after the fact. The wolf was far too concerned with her warm body pressed against his and the soft touch of her wonderfully plush, groomed fur.

"Hey," he tickled her side. "Hey, sleepy."

"Mmph?" Lilith squirmed against him, sliding down against the back of the sofa as she yawned widely. "What time is it?"

"Eight, or just gone," he answered, stealing a quick glance at the clock.

"It seems a lot later than that," Lilith groaned, rubbing the back of her paw across her muzzle.

"What's got you so tired?" William asked quietly, letting his fingertips daringly stroke down her arm. "You're usually more awake later than this."

"I'm just...comfortable..." She mumbled, words tumbling over one another. "Is that a bad thing?"

"No, not at all," William assured her. "But don't fall asleep just yet."

"You're right." She sat up and stretched her arms above her head, yawning widely. "That wouldn't be the best way to spend a Friday night now, would it?"

William rolled his eyes yet remained silent, making no comment about her stating the obvious. Disappointed to have the feline move away, the wolf leaned back into the sofa, sighing heavily, his side feeling cold and bare without Lilith pressed to it. Glancing between her and the television, he was surprised to catch her looking at him, though she turned her head away swiftly, pretending to be engrossed in the film.

"What's up?" He asked.

"Nothing..." Lilith blushed.

William's ears perked with interest. He could usually tell why she was blushing and there was nothing embarrassing around. Maybe... No, he had to keep his thoughts away from that track, which was easier said than done, as the phrase went.

The phone ringing made the wolf jump and he shuffled, trying to compose himself as Lilith muffled a giggle, reaching over to scoop the landline from its cradle. Barely listening to the conversation, William tugged at his green t-shirt, the neckline resting awkwardly so that it brushed his fur the wrong way in the most irritating fashion. Everything seemed to become increasingly uncomfortable the longer he spent around the feline; he kept tripping over his own hind paws, figuratively, and felt ever more the fool for it. On the phone, Lilith's tone fell concerned - the most William could discern from the one-sided conversation, however, was that she was speaking to her parents. Who else would be calling the landline for Lilith on a Friday night? Lilith dropped the phone back on to its stand and curled her long tail around her leg, lips turning down anxiously.

"Well, mom and dad won't be back for a while now," she frowned. "They ran into some friends at the restaurant, said they'd get a taxi back."

Oh, great, William thought, imagining spending even more time alone with Lilith, the feline sitting so close. This is just what I need.

"Did they run into anyone you know?" He asked lamely, cursing himself mentally; Lilith shook her head.

"No, but it's not something they usually do..." She trailed off, nipping the inside of her cheek. "I guess it shouldn't bother me. Just means that I have a little more peace at home than usual."

"Besides the interrogation tomorrow?"

"From who?" Lilith's expression was blank.

"Your father," the wolf elaborated, unable to help himself; he felt much more like himself when he was teasing the pretty cat.

"Oh, yes." She shot him a look. "What does he know? He suspects everything, but mom says he's just looking out for me. I don't know about that."

Falling into companionable quiet, the duo flipped through channels on the television, neither feeling much like picking up the gaming controllers again. Lilith flicked her tail lazily and the wolf's eyes tracked its progress, feeling the warmth of her body as she sat close without actually touching him. It was pure torture. Perhaps any other male would have taken advantage of the situation but he could not bear to, in kind. His body betrayed him at the worst moments, yet all he wanted to do was take the feline into his arms and hold her close. Was it worth the risk?

There was only one way to find out.

He took a deep breath, gathering his courage, and reached out for Lilith, sliding his paw over her stomach to the far side of her waist. His paw moulded to the curve as if it was meant to be there. The feline stiffened as William slid down the sofa, turning his body along the length as he lay down. Stifling a groan, he drew the cat slowly on top of him, trying to seem as unthreatening as possible by putting himself below her: the view was not bad either. The very tip of Lilith's tail flicked as she supported herself on her paws, which were pressed flat either side of the wolf's head.

"What are you doing?" Lilith's eyes were wide, her body very still as she shivered.

"Just trust me...please?" The wolf swallowed as his ears splayed in an appeasing manner, hoping against hope that she would not tell him to move away.

His heart leapt as she stayed still, uncertainty battling in her gaze. He held his breath, caressing down her back with a lover's patience until she relaxed under his touch, a low purr rumbling forth. Thus emboldened, William traced his paws down her spine, a thrill running through him as she arched her body into his paws, eyes closed and a small smile flickering across her perfect lips. They did not require words in that moment as Lilith ducked her muzzle to nose at the wolf's neck, kissing lightly as he groaned, letting his head fall back. Working her way slowly up to his cheek with what courage she found, she hesitated, looking down at the wolf below her.

Though he did not want her to stop, surprised at her action, let alone her purrs, William brushed his damp nose against her cheek. The wolf slid his arms further around her waist, guiding her down to rest on top of him, and she flushed crimson beneath her fur, her bodily response making his heart leap into his throat. Licking his dry lips, William pressed his muzzle into Lilith's neck, kissing and nipping playfully as she squeaked shyly, paws drifting to rest on his chest, stroking his own body in turn. His paws memorised the smooth contours of her hips and waist as his heartbeat quickened, wondering if he dared do more but finding himself frozen with his tail pressed between his legs.

Heart hammering against his ribcage, he tried to breath evenly and turned his muzzle as Lilith's tipped towards his own. Tentatively, with the same idea in mind, they kissed, warm lips brushing against each other's as gently as they possibly could. It was hard to understand the emotions rising within them but the questions no longer seemed important in the slightest - or they would only come to light upon the next morning. Lilith slid her paw round to the back of the wolf's neck and pressed her lips more boldly to his, tail flicking continuously against his legs. Her thighs slowly parted as she became more comfortable and slowly ended up straddling his waist as they kissed, lips parting and tongues shyly teasing.

William could not help it. By the time he felt his body reacting to Lilith's kisses and caresses, it was already too late. The bulge in his jeans was blatantly obvious as she perched on her stomach, unknowing until she slid back and her brow furrowed. He grabbed her waist, trying to pull her off his body, but she was already blushing, having felt his hard-on against her rear. The wolf swore under his breath and twisted his body away, letting the cat slide nimbly off as he faced the back of the sofa, beige fabric encompassing every inch of his vision in the dim light. How could he have let that happen? Now everything was wrong, all wrong. It was too much. What would Lilith think of him?

"Shit..." William groaned, pressing his muzzle into the cushions, wishing that he could just disappear - how had it gone so wrong? "I didn't mean, fuck, I'm sorry, Lil', I wasn't trying to...to do anything. I didn't mean that, I swear."

"It's okay, really," Lilith rested her paw on his shoulder, sliding it down his back after a moment as she tried to move closer. "It's not like you can help it...right?"

"Not usually," he admitted, voice muffled by the sofa cushions.

"Then why are you so..." She waved a paw in the air, struggling to find adequate words. "It's not such a big deal, is it?"

William wanted to tell her that it was a big deal to him, but the words stuck in his throat, swallowed before he had the chance to voice them aloud. Shyly, the cat curled against his back, wrapping one arm around as much of his waist as she could while her other paw ran through the thicker fur at the back of his neck. Though he could not move for anxiety, the wolf relaxed little by little, allowing her to soothe him as he had reassured her not so long ago. He only wished his hard-on would go down. He certainly couldn't turn around until it had disappeared, that much was certain. Easing the ache in that part of his body was difficult with the feline petting his fur, however, and it obstinately strained to push free of his jeans and underwear. If only things had been different, just a little, then he would not have had such a problem, or so he thought. But he was not that kind of wolf. Lilith's paw stilled upon his upper back, between the shoulder blades.

"You know my parents won't be back for a while," Lilith said tentatively; William fell absolutely still as not even his tail dared to twitch.

"What do you mean by that?" William asked slowly.

He sounded out each word carefully as he spoke, afraid that he had gotten the wrong idea. Then again, what else could Lilith mean?

"Don't make me say it," she murmured into the back of his neck, her eyelashes catching and brushing over his soft fur. "I can't...not yet. But...I want to. Come upstairs with me?"

Her voice rose at the end of the statement so he knew it was a question. He had not known beforehand that his heart could pound so hard, blood roaring in his ears, and the wolf shivered as Lilith snaked her paw further around, resting it over his heart. Struck dumb, William belatedly nodded, able to do little more, and pressed back in response as Lilith trembled, pulling him tight to her. Only when her nerve was as solid as possible did she slip off the sofa with a feline's grace and stand up, offering her paw to William with a shy smile.

Mutely, William allowed the cat to guide him to his hind paws, clasping his paw tightly in her own as she led him from the living room and up the stairs, steps quiet despite their solitude. Lilith did not waste time turning on the lights, trusting her hind paws to make their way up the stairs as the wolf followed, adjusting the fabric covering his crotch as discreetly as he could manage. Glancing back down the stairs, Lilith pushed her bedroom door open and ushered William inside as her tail curled briefly through his legs, making the wolf shiver.

Standing in Lilith's bedroom was nothing new to the wolf, but everything took on a surreal glaze under the circumstances, appearing as if he had never stepped within the bounds of the room prior to that moment. The wolf swallowed his nerves, tail curling between his legs as he modestly tugged at the fabric covering his crotch, trying and failing to hide it, though the action was futile. Self-conscious, he glanced at Lilith, looking quickly away again, anxiety overtaking him even as the slim feline quietly closed the bedroom door. He could not help but notice that she positioned herself between him and the exit, something that did little to alleviate the nerves tap dancing across his stomach. The raging boner did little to help his composure also.

"Lil'..." He said quietly. "What are you... We can't."

God, he hated himself for saying that but it was true. She was his best friend, for Christ's sake! What wolf in his right mind would stumble in and fuck that up for the sake of sex? He had more important things to think of.

These important things were difficult to keep in mind as Lilith approached, chancing that there was a sensuous sway to her hips in the low light. She had not bothered flicking on the light switch and slid her paws on to his hips even as they trembled, fingertips shivering beneath the hem of his shirt. William panted heavily as her paws slid higher, not finding the will to say 'no' as emotion battled with reason. Without conscious thought, his paws found her waist and drew her in close with a low groan of what he could only describe as raw need, his hard-on pressed against her stomach. Biting his lip hard enough to draw specks of blood, the wolf bucked his hips wantonly, running his paws over Lilith's smooth stomach and, daringly, down to her thighs. When the feline tensed, he thought he had done something wrong and pulled back immediately, only to have the cat fall into his arms, clutching his t-shirt as if it was the only thing anchoring her in the moment.

"Will... I don't know what to do," Lilith pleaded, her breath tickling his neck. "Please, help me."

"We don't have to... I mean..."

He tried to soothe her, show there was no rush despite what thrummed between them, but she shook her head, a stubborn glint in her eye. As her lips crushed pleasurably to his, the two furs became lost in the moment, paws fumbling beneath shirts as the wolf stroked lightly over her breasts, startling a gasp from his partner. Lilith pushed his shirt as high as she could, feline teeth nipping his neck hard enough to sting erotically, and the wolf finished the job, skin tingling as he yanked the shirt over his own head. He cast it aside and backed towards the bed, pulling the feline with him, and fell back on to the sheets with a small bounce, tugging Lilith's tank top up with a pleading whine. She helped him get it over her head with a small shiver, tail twitching madly, and rested on top of him, anxiously clawing at his belt buckle with the sense of a feline possessed. Need and confused lust burned within both furs and William unbuckled his belt with a shaking paw, allowing Lilith to do the rest. She unzipped them and pulled the fabric roughly down his legs as he raised his hips off the bed, perhaps a little too willing to have the restrictive fabric removed.

As Lilith moved back to drop his jeans to the floor, he was finally able to look at her body without the tank top for the first time. Her plain, black bra cupped her perky breasts perfectly and he ached to reach out to her, stroke those places that made her catch her breath so beautifully. Frozen for a moment, Lilith shot him a small smile and bent over at the waist to slide her own navy trousers down, tail flicking teasingly high to give him a glimpse of her panty-clad rump. The wolf groaned and rubbed the bulge in his dark boxers, the fabric tenting obscenely as the feline revealed more and more of herself to him. It took only a second of hesitation before Lilith found the courage to unhook her bra, shyly pulling it away and dropping it on the pile of clothes. Her paws covered her breasts modestly as soon as they were revealed and William smiled, warmth in his gaze as he opened his arms for her.

"Don't hide yourself from me, darling."

The feline crawled back over William's body, moving her paws away as his arms folded around her and her pert, pink nipples brushed over his chest. Moaning lightly, the wolf ground his covered shaft against her stomach, fingers finding her simple underwear and boldly slipping within. Lilith gasped and ducked her muzzle, mewling as he stroked her warm mound, surprised to find her sex damp with arousal. She moved over him so that her knees rested either side of her waist and he eagerly pressed his muzzle between her breasts, kissing and nuzzling over each soft mound in turn while one finger slowly pushed into her wet pussy. Though she was not soaked, as he had heard some females could become when aroused, his index finger slid easily into her cunny, the feline's breath coming in shorter pants.

"Will..." Lilith squirmed, panting hotly as his fingers teased her folds. "I've never done this before."

"Neither have I," he murmured in reply, lips against her nipple. "We'll work it out."

"I don't know how..."

"We'll work it out," he repeated, sounding surer than he felt.

Things seemed to move very quickly as they rocked together, the feline wanting more of his finger inside her, stretching her out as no other fur had ever done before. William growled lowly as she pulled his boxers down past his hips and rump, scaring her briefly as his length sprang free, hard, red and throbbing painfully. Though distracted by the addition of a second finger and a thumb rubbing higher over a very pleasurable nub of flesh, Lilith wrapped her paw shyly around the shaft, pumping it experimentally with her paw. A pearl of pre cum beaded at the tip and she knew without a doubt that the wolf was ready, the heady aroma of his musk and her increasing flow of feminine juices thick in the air. She hissed between her teeth as his fingers struck a sweet spot, his paw swiftly becoming wetter from her arousal. She couldn't wait! Primal need demanded something more, something that she _had_to have.

Rolling off her partner, Lilith stretched out on the bed, moaning as his fingers eased from her cunny. His fingers had felt amazing, but she needed more. The top of her head nudged the pillows as she looked up at William with a small, nervous smile, inviting him closer. He moved over her, boxers around his knees - they seemed to have slipped his mind - and a paw on his length, spreading the oozing pre cum over the head.

"Will, I really want you." Lilith nipped her lip, pulling her legs up as the wolf pushed against her. "Please? Be gentle."

The wolf had no intention of being anything but as he slid the tip of his red rod against her pussy lips, struggling to push it inside her now slick sex. It was harder than he had imagined and took a few false starts but, with Lilith's helping paw, he managed to get the tip between her folds. Taking a deep breath, the wolf touched his lips to the feline's and moaned loudly into her muzzle, easing his shaft inside with some difficulty despite their combined sexual fluids. Lilith whimpered quietly against his lips and he stilled until she was used to the stretch, sliding in very slowly until he touched a barrier deep inside the cat, unable to push any further.

As he began to thrust, the incredible tightness and warmth making him half-lid his eyes in ecstasy, a stray, shocking thought struck him. With the small, soft bulge of his partly formed knot at the feline's pussy lips, William's eyes widened fearfully. Lilith clutched on to him, lips parting to form a question even as her sex stretched to form a tight 'O' around that shaft of wolf-flesh.

"Lil'?" Panic coloured his tone. "Shit, I didn't think... Are you... Please say you're on that, the thing, the pill?"

It was all Lilith could do to resist the urge to roll her eyes. That wolf!

"God, Will," she breathed a sigh that could only have been one of relief. "I thought something was seriously wrong then! Of course I'm on the pill."

"I should have thought beforehand," Will muttered, pressing his muzzle to her cheek, shamefaced. "Sorry."

"No need."

Worries aside, the wolf rolled his hips experimentally, tongue lolling from his muzzle. Below him, the small feline writhed, the sensation of being so filled entirely new and uncomfortable to the point of mild pain. Her partner was gentle, however, and thrust at a leisurely pace, reading her body the best he could as their bodies bumped together. Lilith drew her hind paws up to her hips, legs bent at the knees, and thrust her hips up eagerly to meet William's, spurred on by his heady groan. Sliding his thick cock in and out of his needy partner, William shifted his paws to either side of her head, dwarfing her with his frame as she met his eyes and his muzzle dropped playfully to her breasts once more. Knowing how she had responded to that play only minutes ago, the wolf lashed her nipples with his long tongue, shocking squeaks of delight from her lips. If he'd known how pleasurable sex could be, the wolf was not sure that he would have held out for so long around Lilith. But she was worth it.

It was too much stimulation all at once and the wolf soon found himself, not entirely against his will, thrusting towards orgasm, his grey tail wagging in sexual excitement. His sharp teeth nipped and tugged at Lilith's nipples, teasing them into hard peaks as the feline cried out, hips rising to meet his thrusts. The cat stroked down his back, black furred arms slinking around him sensually as he ground his teeth together, thrusting quicker as sensation came to a head, a feeling beyond his control. With the sexy Lilith squirming under his body and her paws roaming his back and rump with a curious innocence, it would have taken a far stronger wolf to hold back for a greater length of time.

"Lil'..." He panted. "I'm close. Do you want me to...you know."

In answer, she wrapped her legs around his waist and forced him deeper, the wolf's knot grinding deliciously against her lips. Though he did not dare squeeze his knot into her tight pussy the first time, he wrapped his paw around the swollen bulge, dropping to an elbow beside her shoulder. Yowling, Lilith ground back against him, the fresh fire in her eyes fuelling him to soaring heights of pleasure just by seeing how much she enjoyed every second of their liaison, however rushed it had begun. William drove his hips in short, deep humps, cumming with a muffled howling as he shoved his muzzle into the pillows, his whole body shuddering.

He stayed like that for a long while, rocking his hips, as his paw found and stroked the cat's cheek, cheeks heated with exertion and passion. Thus exhausted, William dropped to her side, paws sliding around to her back as he grinned goofily. His wagging tail stirred the bed sheets as he faced Lilith, dropping a sweet kiss on her nose, both furs shifting on to their sides.

"Mm..." Lilith murred quietly, allowing the wolf's length to slip from her sore cunny as she pressed her body to his. "That was...something. Special. Oh, wolf..."

Seemingly lost for words, her shyness returned and she tucked her muzzle beneath his, purrs reverberating softly through her body into his. William, on the other paw, had gained his second wind and sat up with a twinkle in his blue eyes.

"We're not quite done yet," the wolf growled playfully, grabbing Lilith about the hips. "I may have cum...but you haven't."

Lilith squealed as he pounced, kissing down her stomach and between her thighs. His tongue lapped languidly over the cum-soaked fur and she groaned sweetly, stretching out in a very feline manner as he teased his tongue into her folds, finding what made her moan the most. Their time there, however, was unfortunately short-lived.

The door slammed downstairs and William shot upright, scrambling for his clothes. Jeans half-on, he whipped around, fear and amusement battling for supremacy as he met Lilith's shocked gaze.

"Your parents are back."