Jamie had been giving her self-satisfied looks all morning. They had two more days of travel ahead of them and Fox took delight in considering their isolation. She was extremely apprehensive of the noise and people which surely filled the human city, something which Fox found disorienting at best.
Jamie talked about the city as if it held the answers to everything-- as she listened to his endless chatter along the road, she grew fond of hearing all the magical things which surely awaited them. From what she could tell, his hometown of Dreake was a miserable place for Jamie. He referenced his family rarely and with a dark look. Though, he often told her about his adventures growing up in the human village; about his friend, their games, their festivals. Fox had never heard so much about humans.
Jamie tried to ask her about her life, but seemed confused when she explained her life in the forest. Perhaps she did not know enough words to explain properly. He was particularly interested to learn that she did not have a name. When she had simply shaken her head in answer to his question a curious glint appeared in his eyes, but it was so quickly replaced by an expression of understanding and compassion that Fox allowed herself to overlook it.
Fox allowed his wonder to infect her as much as she could bear. She knew in her chest, however, that the city wouldn't welcome creatures like her. Aside from her ghostly gray hair and the soft patches of fur that freckled her body she looked like them in form, but these people were altogether alien. For now, at least, she could revel in being the sole proprietor of Jamie's attention. She drank in the ecstasy of every small touch; every hungry look. She had never been wanted like this before-- never realized that it could feel so nice.
The past two nights she had boldly taken the opportunity to sleep next to him, which resulted in the kind of attention she had been looking for. He made her feel taken care of-- as if with every stroke of his finger through her hair that he was brushing off the burdens of a life alone.
Their bodies inched closer together as the nights went on, it became increasingly difficult for Fox to decipher what she wanted. She knew she wanted him, but the lessons of her past complicated the desperation. She burned with his every touch but the overwhelming need she felt was often chased off by her uncertainty. This was made more difficult by the affection that he lavished her with during these moments. Every touch was laced with a careful intention that she couldn't understand, but the surety in his eyes allowed her to relax into him. He would take care of her.
It was on one of these nights when Fox finally gave in to herself. The fall air had been chilly so far during the journey, and thus she had kept on the clothes Jamie provided, but the night wind on this occasion left Fox comfortably warm. While Jamie stoked the fire, Fox lifted her shirt from over her head and kicked off the pants. She folded them and placed them in the bag, turning around to see Jamie staring at her. Her cheeks flushed and her confidence slipped into uncertainty; she had simply wished to sleep in her natural form.
Jamie approached her slowly and Fox's heart skipped a beat. He stalked up to her, grazing on her strong curves and slim form. He reached past her into the bag and pulled out the blanket.
"Ready for bed?" He asked cooly. Fox blushed harder and looked at the ground, nodding.
He spread out the blanket and she tucked herself in, turning her back on Jamie to ready herself for sleep. She closed her eyes, but listened carefully for when he might come over and stroke her hair for a bit. Eventually he lifted the blankets, and with a cocky smile said, "chilly tonight eh?" Before settling himself recklessly close to Fox. Her ears burned, but she nodded and pretended not to learn towards his heat. His fingers combed into her hair, and she sighed deeply and pushed into hand.
"Does that feel nice?" He chuckled. She blushed and tried to push her face into the blanket but he caught her cheek. His eyes captured hers as he leaned over her.
"You are so beautiful, do you know that?" He purred. Fox didn't answer. This was too much for her. She breathed heavily and pulled away. Jamie didn't let her.
"Please say something..." He whispered, looking distressed. The rejection in his eyes stung. This isn't what she wanted.
"I- I don't know what- what you want from me." She stuttered, shocking him. He let her sit up to face him better. "You feel so nice and I don't understand."
A brilliant smile surprised Fox out of her uncertainty. "Well if that's all it is", Jamie laughed, "I can tell you right now. All I want to make you feel happy! I want to make you feel good." He said, brushing down her neck with the tips of his fingers.
His touch flooded her mind and she sighed into him. He leaned over her closely, letting the fringe of his hair kiss her forehead and their noses touch. Fox knew what was coming if she let this continue but this time she didn't care. Maybe he really would take care of her...
The sweet scent of his sweat overwhelmed Fox's senses. Their noses brush and she let her eyes flicker up to his.
"You're beautiful." He whispered again, before pushing her down into the blanket and kissing her deeply.
Fox had never been kissed before, and though she wasn't quite sure of herself, she decided she would do anything to make Jamie happy. His lips were soft and warm, and as she moved with him she felt his tongue slip into her mouth. The sensation struck her somewhere deep in her core and for a moment she tried to pull back. His arms were strong around her though, and he wrapped his hand so comfortably around her throat. Heat filled her and she began to breathe heavily.
His mouth began exploring the soft skin of her neck and it became hard to think. He pressed his body heavily down on her and she could feel his cock through his clothes. How she continued to hate clothes. She wanted him to press his body against every inch of her being, replace her old skin with skin he had touched. Jamie's nimble hands found their way down her hip and over her ass, where his fingers slowly lingered near her slit. She whined. He smirked.
"If you promise to come with me to the city, and to be mine, I'll take care of you and make sure that no one else hurts you. Will you submit to me?" Jamie asked firmly. He looked so strong from her position in his arms. He studied her with sharp eyes.
