Sitting in the restaurant admiring the décor; both Nate and Jean were waiting for their order of food. Nate ordering Korean style beef and broccoli; while Jean ordered short ribs with garlic potatoes and kimchi.
“So,” Nate smiling; “any ideal what you want to do after dinner? Or where?”
“I was thinking we take a stroll in the woods by my place,” Jean smiling seductively; “before we retire for the night.”
“When you say stroll,” Nate asking; “are we referring to where I chase you down just to get in between your legs?”
“Kinky,” Jean smiling; “but no. I like it when you take me from behind; or when I’m on top riding your rocket.”
“Somehow,” Nate getting turned on; “I have a feeling we are not going to finish dinner before you explode into your were-lioness fursona and want to rut me here in the restaurant.”
Jean chuckles as their food arrives; while Jean was able to use chopsticks to consume her rice and meal with ease. She could not help but laugh as Nate looking confused as to how to properly hold the wooden utensils.
“Hold them like this,” Jean chuckling as she held up her hand to show how she grips the chopsticks; “and start slowly. Give yourself a chance to get use to them.”
“Easier said than done,” Nate pouting as he is having a difficult time grasping his beef and broccoli; “these skinny sticks won’t stay put.”
“Give me,” Jean taking his chopsticks; “there is a cheat you can do.”
Nate watches as Jean folds a piece of paper. Watching her slide the paper between the chopsticks and tying it together with a rubber band she had in her purse.
“Now try that,” Jean handing back the chopsticks to Nate; “go on give it a shot.”
“Alright,” Nate looking skeptical as he picks up a piece of beef.
“The paper acts as a spring while the rubber band keeps it from falling apart,” Jean commenting; “it’s how dad showed me one day.”
“You dad eats her a lot,” Nate asking?
“No,” Jean answering; “he prefers Tai or Vietnamese. Dad loves spicy.”
“Last time I had spicy food,” Nate answering; “was an April fool’s joke played on me back in Minnesota. My brother managed to swap the ketchup and hot sauce before I made a sandwich.”
“Oh god,” Jean laughing; “you must have had one hell of a hot mouth.”
“That’s not the worst of it,” Nate shaking his head; “this was hot sauce made from habanero peppers. So the next day when I had to use the toilet-“
“Oh that’s evil,” Jean doubling over in laughter; “you got burned at both ends.”
“Not as bad as the ex-lax shake I nailed him with the year before,” Nate smiling; “but yeah, that hot sauce got me twice.”
“Oh you just gave me some delicious ideals,” Jean smiling; “I can’t wait to try and torment my brother with that.”
“Be sure to swap the hot sauce and ketchup back,” Nate chuckling; “Eric forgot to do that and when mom made meatloaf for supper. Dad got hit and boy was he mad. It was the first time Eric ever got grounded and dad put an end to our yearly prank off.”
“So you never did one this last April then,” Jean smiling.
“That was last April,” Nate shaking his head as he shovels more beef and broccoli in his mouth; “but I do still owe him for that.”
“You could always chuck a bucket of ice water on him while he sleeps,” Jean cackling; “if your brother is like peter, it will ruin his fur and make him yowl and hiss as if you stepped on his tail.”
“Oh that’s just too mean,” Nate laughing; “how big of a bucket?”
“Big enough to nail him and his bed,” Jean laughing.
“The problem with that,” Nate sighing; “is my brother has girlfriends that could get caught in the crosshairs. They could be with him or he could be at either of their place. Before dad stopped our fun after the last gag; Eric and I had an agreement not to involve others. With dad getting nailed by accident-“
“Then catch him when you know he is alone,” Jean egging Nate on; “your brother can’t be spending every free moment with his girlfriends.”
“I’ll think about it,” Nate muses; “but it will have to be when mom or dad isn’t home and Frieda and Spencer aren’t with him.”
Jean grins as she munches on her short ribs; Staring at her werewolf hunk as he goes back to struggling in eating his beef and broccoli. Jean can hardly wait as she yearns to feel his lupine rod in her as Jean holds the lion within her in check; she know there will be time before she and Nate let their fursonas out and couple in a wild and passionate frenzy.
“You may be right on one thing,” Jean purring; “I so want to jump you right now and take you on this table.”
“The other diners,” Nate putting his chopsticks down; “might not appreciate the show.”
“Then let’s get the check; “Jean growling seductively; “and a doggy bag for the rest of our meal.”
“Can’t wait for dessert I see,” Nate growling as he grins; “you definitely are one horny were-lioness.”