{"sf1_id":870664,"sf2_id":"5nz76qj1","title":"Chapter 02 - Intuition","author":"DwayneTimberland","words":337,"posted_at":"2015-06-08T03:37:00.000Z","tags":["Fantasy","Feline","Gay","M/M","Nightcat","Romance","Story Series","Tiger","erotica"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/870664-chapter-02-intuition","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/5nz76qj1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ac/65/ac6580a8-d776-4654-8bd7-6eceba5253e9","description":"#3 of In Exchange For Love\n\nThis is the story I wrote back in the original days of when I was NightCat, in 1998. I was in Canton, Ohio, USA when I began it, and ended it in Ocean City, Maryland, USA.\nThere are some some names, like Kel and Raahk and Arrilon, that have appeared in other artists' creations since then, but I mean no intrusion on their creations. This was 17 years ago when these names were orginial.\nIt's longer and deeper and I wrote it BEFORE GreenMount. It's a big secret from those days, written when I was 18, in 1998, back when furry was so much smaller. I give it to you all now, because this may be my last chance.\nIt is my gift to you all. From the author of The GreenMount Chronicles, Ball of Yarn, Blue-eyed Diamond, The Butterfly, Warrior Wolf, Joint Interrogation and others, I give you \"In Exchange for Love\".","content":"Time passed then, as it does when one is enthralled by a new fascination.\u0026nbsp; My thoughts were of Raajin more often than not.\u0026nbsp; A couple of days passed, and I did not see him.\u0026nbsp; I went to the library almost every day, and when I came home I would glance at the knife he gave me and remember how we had first met.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; What a turn of fate it had all been!  \n  \nFor the next two days I went about my daily routine of working, cleaning my cottage and practicing the little bits of magic I was studying.\u0026nbsp; Sometimes I spoke to acquaintances at the library-- the librarian was an old woman who treated me kindly and kept calling me \"little one\".  \n  \nAs I walked home one evening from the library, I looked down at the road before me, remembering how I walked with him in the dark forest.\u0026nbsp; Even in the afternoon sunlight I could almost feel how the darkness swallowed us up, how the moonlight had cast down on the two of us through the leaves above.\u0026nbsp; I remembered watching his feet tread over the ground, and the feel of his hand on me.  \n  \nIt was a private fantasy of mine, and it made me smile.\u0026nbsp; No one knew why I seemed happier all the time, or why I would smile wistfully at the night sky as the sun set.\u0026nbsp; At night, as I stretched out on the leather couch, I thought of his naked body, seeing it in glorious detail, his beautiful soldier's muscles.\u0026nbsp; I imagined being close to him again, with no restraints, no even the water between us.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Though I saw no sign of him for two days, I knew I would again.\u0026nbsp; That was the nature of Raajin, it seemed.\u0026nbsp; He would appear quickly, unexpectedly, and then he would vanish with the same nature.\u0026nbsp; And as I lay in bed, caressing myself as I saw him in my mind's eye, I knew he would come for me again.  \n  \nI knew it.  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"In Exchange For Love","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/870662-chapter-01-the-knife.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/870667-chapter-03-reflections.json"}}