He eyed her. Watched her move toward him with an ounce of explanation, drape the towel over him and add to it. His heart started
to pound against his chest. Fear? Maybe. He rarely participated in conversations such as this, nor handled them any differently than he had
begun to do. He didn't know how. It wasn't even that he wanted with all of his heart for this to work, but more that he preferred for her to be
around. That's how he justified it. He gulped, though not visibly and decided to stand perfectly still while his thoughts were gathered. . A deep breath had his nostrils flaring slightly as he reached for the closest surface to steady himself. WELL?! SAY SOMETHING! His ears laid back at the shout and a truly cold glare was shot at the fragment. Slowly, he turned back to Bree. Stepped closer... knelt before her. With the back of his index and middle claws, he pushed her hair back.
Bree swallowed, hard, fighting tooth and nail to keep from making any noises that remotely resembled crying. During Stitch's silence, she stepped back and slumped onto the edge of the bed, keeping her eyes downcast. This was it. He was as good as gone. Finally, pride gave way to curiousity and she was about to look up when she saw his feet turn and come toward her, then his knees on the floor, his touch suddenly on her face. She lifted her chin and levelled her shinier than usual gray irises at his green ones.
The canine's skull tilted slightly once she looked up at him. Vibrant greens studied the creaminess of her face; the softness of her features even with such emotion tainting them. Last time he'd seen her, it didn't work quite the same way. Not at all. Not that he cared at that point either. Words, he knew, would be awkward for him. So awkward that he'd get angry, and leave or break down with the frustration. Instead, his snout drew closer and he placed a tender kiss on her shapely lips. The gentle nature of it could be startling. It was downright strange coming from him.
The nymphantile girl's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected contact. His muzzle pressed so affectionately to her lips
sent what felt like an electric shock through her body. Her arms were up and sliding over his damp shoulders, sending the towel fluttering to the
floor. She kissed him back deeply, lovingly, on the verge of exploding with a passion that might fry the stars. Eyes closed, Bree was lost,
consumed in the moment, and lo and behold, there was Stitch.
His arms snaked around her lower back to pull her closer to him; for a leg to be on either side of his torso. The kiss had calmed him
completely, even forced his eyes to fall shut for a second or two. Eventually, he pulled away to look back up at her. Once again, a silence fell over him for a spell. When he did speak, his voice was quiet. Almost a whisper. "I can' righ'ly say wha' I wanna say.. Bu', I missed ye. A' th' very
leas'."
The inmost parts of her eyebrows went up and she smiled at his words. Suddenly it didn't matter so much that there was a darkness, or perhaps several, deep within him. He'd missed her, damnit. "I'm so sorry I left you...I thought...well it doesn't matter what I thought, I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere." she searched his gaze and tightened her grip around his neck "Okay?" It was a veiled, stupid way to ask if they were back on, she knew, but she just couldn't bloody help herself.
"S'all righ' love.. ye don' e'er 'ave t' try n' explain yerself t' me." One ear swivelled round to lay back again while the other remained at half mast. Absentmindedly, his claws slipped beneath her shirt to trace circles on her flesh. "Jus' please don' be afraid o' me.. all righ'?" So they were both guilty of it.
She shivered at the feel of his talons on her skin again and a pearly white tooth sunk into her lower lip. His words brought
her back and her heart gave a little twist. The pads of her fingertips ran along the length of his flattened ear in a soothing gesture. "Never again,
hun. I promise. Besides," a light kiss was placed on that ear before she whispered into it, "Y'aren't so scary."
The touch to his ear caused him to lean into her hand with a small grin. She was a big lady, sure... But with only so much effort put
into it, he had pulled her onto him as he fell back onto the floor. Hands followed her arms to her wrists and he took hold of them, preventing her
ability to sit up. Her whisper was returned, if somewhat deviously. "Kiss 'im again n' I'll show ye scary." It was said playfully enough for it was
no threat. He would label it as a promise.
She found herself straddling the jackal, knees on the floorboards beside his slender waist, wrists constrained. A playful pout was on her lips as she looked down at him, her hair dangling to brush his chest "Kiss who?" she said as though she'd never even heard of this "him" person that was being referred to "Honey, let me assure you that this..." Since her hands were trapped she attempted to gesture to herself with her eyes and a quick nod of her head "..is hereby a Stitch only zone." she lowered herself so that her curvaceous form pressed down on him. "Frankly, I prefer it that way.." Bree added, meaning it.