"I take it you don't normally offer people the chance to stay the night with you?" It had a pretty obvious
answer, but the Cuco's rather menacing appearance in the room had shaken you a bit.
Jenny smiled, and again the blush graced her cheeks. "No," she said quietly as she shook her head lightly from
side to side. She pulled out of the hug slowly, clearly not wanting to break the contact abruptly. She walked
over to the bar and poured you both another drink before stretching out on the bed, propped up by a couple
pillows. She patted the spot next to her. "Come on and get comfortable," she said. "It's not like you have
anywhere better to be...do you?" The hopeful look on her face had returned.
You climbed beside her and took your glass from her hand. "Nah, not really." A few moments of silence passed
between you as you both sipped your drinks. "So why me, then?"
Jenny paused. "You smelled different.. and you..ACT different from most of the men I meet, particularly the
photographers."
"Different how?" you asked, genuinely curious.
Jenny scooted close to you and put a fingertip over your lips. "That's two questions in a row..but..I think I
can let it slide," she said softly. "The change..usually arouses people. It most profoundly affects women, but
it affects men as well. Don't try to deny it..I could smell that you were getting at least a bit turned on."
You blushed rather hard. "Well...uhh...yeah.." you muttered as she pulled her fingertip from your lips.
She giggled, filling the room with a genuine and airy girlish laugh. "It's the pheremones in the air. Nothing
to be ashamed of, Steve..if they didn't affect you at all, it would be because you were VERY gay. And I could
tell that wasn't the case shortly after I'd been introduced to you."
You blushed again. "You noticed that, huh?"
She nodded. "Yep. I notice most things. But anyway..most of the photographers either freak out and try to
run..and that ends.." she looked uncomfortably at the foot of the bed, "that ends poorly for them. Or..they
can't control their urges and they decide to..get a bit interactive with me..but you..YOU didn't do either."
"Well, you told me I'd be safe," you replied matter-of-factly.
"And you trusted me," she said quietly. "That means..that means the world," she said softly.
It was impossible to deny that you were attracted to Jenny. Pretty much from the moment you laid eyes on her,
you were attracted. While you would be hard pressed to call it fate or any such thing, you felt a level of
safety with her, despite having no valid experience to back that up. "You're..you're easy to trust, Jenny.."
you said, somewhat struggling for words, just as she appeared to be.
Jenny laid her head on your chest and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "Any girlfriend in the picture for
you?" she asked quietly.
"No..I'm single right now. There have been girls..but.." you paused. "But they never seem to work out." You
stroked her hair absentmindedly, causing her to snuggle more tightly. She sat up for a second to finish her
drink, leaving the empty glass on the nightstand before snuggling back against you.
"Steve..I.." she paused, then frowned slightly, let out a sigh, and closed her eyes. "Never mind," she said
sadly.
"What?" You finished your drink and put it on the nightstand near your side of the bed, continuing to stroke
her hair and neck. She nuzzled against your chest with a smile again.
"I've never been with a man before," she said very quietly. "Not..not like..like this."
"You've never snuggled?" you asked her in surprise.
"No, I never have.The men..they want me for one thing and one thing only. I know I'm beautiful. That's not
vanity speaking, it's fact. I know that..for some of them..the fact I can shift is a turn on..and..it's all
they want. When they want me..they take me rough..they beg for the beast, even the ones that didn't know my
secret..they begged for the beast," she trailed off as you continued to stroke her hair and rub her back.
"Jesus, you've been raped before?" You asked, your voice full of a bit of alarm and concern.
She shook her head. "Not rape..not..really. Just rough. Rough enough that it would have turned into rape if
I'd resisted. Or rough..designed to either dominate my animal side or to call it out."
“Fuck..that's harsh,” you replied, more to yourself than her. Without realizing it, your arm tightened around
her and you pulled her more tightly against you, eliciting a soft sigh. She slowly pushed her way up your body
and gave you a lingering kiss.
“I want you to..BE with me tonight, Steve..” she told you quietly. Her soft fingers found your hand and
entangled with yours. She looked into your eyes, giving you a look full of both desire and vulnerability.
“I'd like that very much,” you said, cupping her face with your free hand and giving her a soft, deep kiss.
Jenny pressed against you more now, kissing you more deeply, with a hungry desperation and a soft sigh. She
pulled away for a moment, rolling away from you, but stretching out on her side to face you. You mirrored her
actions, laying next to her, letting your bodies touch as you rubbed her back, never taking a liberty of even
sliding a hand up her shirt or down her sleep pants.
All the while, she reciprocated, tentatively rubbing your back as well, occasionally stroking your face as she
made soft contented noises. Little speech passed between the two of you in the silence of the room. “I
really..I don't know where this is going to lead, Steve..” she said apologetically. “I wish I did, just for
both our sakes.”
You nodded. “I hear ya. But I don't really think either of us COULD know how this is going to all turn out. I
mean..it's not exactly an every day occurrence...you know..werewo-” you caught yourself again, “lycans and
humans having crushes on each other.”
She smiled at your stumble on the words, and then she blushed a bit when you said the words “having crushes”.
“So..this isn't just something you're doing to make me feel better..?”
“What? No!” you blurted out, before blushing rather hard. You inwardly cursed yourself for your blatant
enthusiasm. “I mean..uhh..I..kinda thought it was obvious that..I..” you trailed off, fumbling on your words.
“Shh..” she said, pressing up against you and kissing you again. “I know what you meant..” This only
intensified your blushing. “You realize though..that what you see here isn't ALL of me..I'm also every bit of
the creature you saw me become.”
You nodded. “I know. This..” you stroked her face and ran your hand down her side, “This is just a part of
you.”
“What do you see when you look at me?” she asked, a curious tone in her voice.
“I see a beautiful creature, intelligent and vulnerable. Someone who still hasn't lost all her hope for the
world, even when things might make her feel otherwise. Someone who has the ability to walk in a world that
most of us could never imagine. Someone who could defend herself and the things she cares about quite
effectively...but who hopes that day won't come. I see someone who is beautiful, regardless of which shape she
takes, and who embodies the contradiction that comes with being a female of any species.” Jenny was staring
at the mattress by the time you finished talking. You cleared your throat nervously. “Okay..rant over,” you
said, giving a nervous giggle.
She looked back at you with eyes that were sparkling with tears. “You sure know how to make a girl feel
special,” she said with a half-smile, before pressing against you with fervor and kissing you incredibly
deeply. She broke the kiss, but left her forehead leaned against yours. She kept her eyes closed, and
whispered very quietly, “You could easily hold my heart in your hand..and probably sooner, rather than
later..” she trailed off again and blushed. (Which really seemed to be a trend between the two of you this
evening.) “Just..” she opened her eyes and stared into yours, “Just don't hurt me..please.”
“Never,” you replied and kissed her deeply again, in a kiss that lasted longer than any of the ones before it.
When the kiss ended, Jenny got up and out of bed, moving to the light switch and dimming it almost to total
blackness before crawling back up on the bed.
“Take me..please..” she asked, again a hint of desperation in her tone.