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Welp, 9 pm. It was about as night time...y as could be. The moon was hanging high, and the crickets were chirping. Zara doubted himself a lot in terms of his judgement, but he was fairly certain that now was the best time to go to Gwen's dorm room. He had told his roommate, Jasper, of his plans for the night, and thankfully the conversation had gone smoothly. Yes, he may have stuttered...a fair amount, but the message had gotten across, and he had left his dorm room no problem.

That was an hour ago.

The rest of that hour had been spent with him lumbering around like some lost bloke. Thankfully he had found Gwen's dorm room, and the teachers mistook him for another girl (as he expected), so he made it in no problem

And that all took 30 minutes.

The following 30 was spent with him pacing back and forth between Gwen's door and the hall. Every time he raised his paw to knock, he would wuss out and bail before he could actually knock. Whenever a student would pass by during this...blight, he'd pretend to check his (non-existent) watch before walking away from the door and down the opposite hallway from wherever that student was heading. Then, he'd go back to the door and repeat the whole process.

Ok...this time... He breathed in deeply and raised his paw up to the door. On three... One...two... His paw began to tremble. T...t...t-to the hall! He whirled around and started for the hall once more. But as he took the first few steps, he herd the door click behind him. He turned around to see it swing open slightly and Gwen stick her head through the opening.

"'Zara?'" she asked, poking her head out a little more, "'Where are you going?'"

"N-nowhere," he stammered, holding his paws up, "I just thought to...I mean I thought I'd just come back later?" Gwen smiled and stepped back, bringing the door with her.

"'You can just come in now,'" she said, "'It's...already getting kind of cold, honestly.'" She blushed and hid behind the door slightly. Left with no reason to go back out to the hallway, he carefully stepped inside, thankfully not stubbing his toe as he entered. Gwen closed the door behind him as he walked over to the center of the room. As he did, he noticed the chill that Gwen had referenced earlier. He didn't really think it as _that_cold, but he supposed that for a _cold-blooded_morph such as her, she wouldn't have the luxury of internal body heat.

"'Are you just gonna sleep in that?'" he heard her ask from behind as she walked up to him. He turned around and nodded, only to freeze as his eyes fell upon her. No longer was she dressed in her attire from earlier in the day. In fact, she was barely dressed in anything at all! Her previous top had been exchanged for what he could only guess was some kind of sports bra, and her bottom had been reduced to nothing but a pair of bright red laced...undies. Zara began to wonder if he was part chameleon, because he was sure that his entire face had turned that exact shade of red. His jaw had fallen agape, unable to fall all the way to the floor only because it was attached to his head. He jolted violently as Gwen snapped her fingers right in front of his face, snapping him out of his trance and causing his jaw to snap back up. As he tore his eyes away from her...rather minimal undergarments, Gwen cleared her throat and placed her hands on her hips. "'Weeeeell?'" she said with a raised eye ridge, "'Are you just gonna sleep with that on?'" It took a couple seconds for the Zoroark to realize that she had asked him a question. He glanced down at his sweater and sweatpants before looking her up looking back up at her. He opened his mouth to answer, only to realize he had forgotten what he was going to say. As he tried to remember, he realized that he had forgotten many other things, such as the date, the time, the place, his name, how to speak--

Gwen snapped again, bringing his focus back to her. A giggle escaped her lips, and she smiled. "'So is that a yes?'" she laughed. Zara blushed madly and shuffled on his feet. He was too embarrassed to ask her what the question had been. She rolled her eyes playfully at him and started for the bed, "'As long as you're comfortable in those. They look soft enough anyhow.'" She bent over and began straightening out the bed, giving Zara a perfect view of the grass type's PILLOWS. Those were DEFINITELY what he was looking at. Not her perfectly round...plush rear... NOT AT ALL.

"'Maybe I should just turn the lights off now,'" Gwen said with a giggle, "'otherwise your eyes will dry out before you even get into bed.'" Zara snapped his eyes shut and shook his head. Deciding not to give himself any other...opportunities, he turned around and faced the opposite direction, away from any view of Gwen's...bed. His ears twitched occasionally as he listened to the sounds that were made as she fixed up the bed. It was a mere minute before they came to an abrupt end. He heard a click, and the lights went out. He blinked a few times as his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. "'Ok,'" he heard Gwen say, followed by more rustling, "'you can get in now.'"

His heart suddenly began to race. It was only now that he realized the true implications of what he would be doing. He was about to get into bed with a half-naked girl of his age, snuggle up with her, and sleep with her. That would be the last intuitive thought he would have for a while, for much of his blood was rushing away from his brain, and down to...a more southern body part...

"'Um...Zara?'" said Gwen, snapping him back to reality, "'You heard me, right?'" Zara whirled back around and lowered his gaze to his feet, being mindful of where he stepped as he padded his way through the darkness. Within a few steps, he came upon the bed where the blankets were held up invitingly for him. Gulping once, he climbed into bed with the grass type and tried to get himself settled as she laid the blanket across him, He squeaked softy as Gwen shuffled closer to him and slid one of her arms under him and wrapped around him with the other. "'Thanks again for doing this,'" she said gently, her breaths once again tickling his neck fur, '"I would've been left freezing in here if you hadn't.'" She stopped suddenly. "'Oh, um, maybe you should take off your glasses.'" Zara blinked; he had forgotten to take them off in the first place. Sliding an arm up, he slipped his glasses off and folded them up. Gwen then took them and set them on a nearby counter. With them put away, Gwen scooted even closer and wrapped her arm around him again. "'Come on,'" she continued softy, "'No need to be shy... You can hug me like you do with your body pillow. It'll help us_both_ get warmer.'"

A hot blush rose to Zara's cheeks. How had she known that about him? He guessed that they had talked about it earlier in the day, and he had just forgotten. With his heart pounding, he opened up his arms and slid one under Gwen's armpit, causing her to move her arm underneath his neck. He felt his member throb as she pressed her body up against his own, squishing her soft breasts up into his chest and making him squeak gently. Gwen then laid her head across his neck, nuzzling into him as she got settled in. His blush only deepened as he wrapped his other arm around her body, with her doing the same to him.

His heart was hammering in his chest, He was feeling all of her upper body. He felt himself calm slightly as he felt Gwen gently run her hand along his hair, but not by much. She was just...so completely exposed to him, save for her supple breasts. Though, with how thin the fabric of her bra was, it didn't really make that much of a difference, He closed his eyes and bit his lip; his cock was just begging for his attention now. He could already feel it slip out from its sheath. He was thankful that their hips at the very least were fairly spaced apart, because he could feel his length tent his pants, and he was sure that if she moved closer, then she would feel him for sure--

He yipped involuntarily as he felt Gwen's hips press against the tip of his covered cock. His eyes snapped open and his heart began to race, Gwen shifted back and took her head off of his neck, Zara's eyes were wide with fear as she glanced down underneath the sheets. "'Oh, I see...'" she said gently, keeping her gaze under the covers, "'Here...lemme just...'" Zara yelped as he suddenly felt Gwen's hand press up against his cock. A sharp wave of pleasure shot up his spine as she gently pressed his length back up against his lower mid-section and moved her hips up to sandwich it between their bodies. Afterwards, she scooted back in and returned to their intimate embrace. Zara panted heavily through his nose, adrenaline (and most likely testosterone) making his heart beat a mile a minute. His cock was almost painfully erect. There was absolutely no way that she couldn't feel him throbbing down there. Yet, despite that, Gwen continued to lay there like nothing had happened. Did she just not care? Did she just want it this way? Did she like it this way? Zara's mind was racing with questions.

He jolted as he felt her hand glide down his hair again, running her fingers through it as she trailed down. He felt himself relax, but only a little. He realized that his length wasn't the only thing that she could feel pulsing on him, With how close the two of them were pressed together, he was sure that she could feel his heart as it beat rapidly. His thoughts were only further supported as he felt Gwen's heartbeat through her breast. He guessed that she had noticed how fast his heart was racing, and was now trying to calm him down like she had when they had chatted earlier in the day. While he appreciated the effort, he couldn't deny that it wasn't calming him all that much. He could still feel EVERY inch of her half naked form. His balls were tucked right up against her nether lips, and he could just barely feel her nipples poking through her bra. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, trying to suppress a whimpering moan that he so desperately wished he could let out.