Personal disclaimer: I admit that I started writing this many, many months ago, and froze up after they start getting cozy. It’s been awhile, but Shan and Dinah deserve some ‘together’ time. It was actually begun before much of the plot, especially all of the Harley violence, so there were some rewrites, but the first third is essentially the same. The rest was written in order of the story, which I rarely do.

These Things I’ll Never Say

This song inspired this entire chapter, I admit it. As a note of some amusement that my writing partner and I misunderstood the lyrics for a very long time, and were completely cracked up when we learned they we were, as we suspected, wrong.

The actual line is: “I want to see you go down on one knee.”

What we heard was: “Wanna see you go down on me.”

Hence, you see the humor in this.

++ Dinah ++

I was so nervous I was queasy. Queasy and cold-and-hot and sweaty and shaking in my boots kindsa nervous.

But there was no way in hell I was doing a thing differently.

We’d been dancing around one another for what felt like forever and now the time felt absolutely perfect. After bonding over madwomen and our mutually screwed up childhoods, though she’d certainly had the worse one, and stewing in this insane chemistry for so long my bones were starting to ache…

I wanted her.

I wanted her in that sunshine and roses-horny porn star kinda way. I wanted her so bad that I was a little crazy with it.

So I’d done a few crazy things for her.

A couple of weeks ago, I’d managed to wheedle a fake ID out of Gibson by teasing him with the reasons for my wanting it. Even now, I could picture the glazed look in his eyes. Ugh… boys. Not that I could entirely blame him for his horny-male response. After all, the ID and access to the Wayne fortune had put me in a position for a seduction of epic proportions.

So I had been extremely specific in my preparations for her.

After spending so much time getting to know Killashandra Jones, I had learned a ton about her. The things that would make her grin or scowl, even if she wasn’t aware of the response. I took note of the kinds of smells that made her sniff at the air like a dog, and the ones that made her flinch away and wrinkle her nose up. When I could actually smell them. I took note of what colors she liked, and what she wore and what kind of textures she enjoyed. I watched her touch others and watched others touch her, looking for the places on her body that made her respond like a stroked cat. I watched her cuddle the kitten, the way she pet him until he was a boneless, purring lump.

And now, I was ready.

Wayne Manor was so huge that I’d had no problem squirreling away a small section in one of the back areas for my seduction. I had dressed very carefully and prepped the luxurious room. Despite the embarrassment of asking, I’d gotten Helena’s help to get Ro, Janelle, Barbara, Menolly and Todd out of the building so that they wouldn’t accidentally interfere. My mother had decided to finally take Davie’s and the other new meta’s offer of some time off. She was a little disappointed that I hadn’t gone with, but I could feel her relief at being able to process the last couple of years with some privacy. Davie had been invaluable in her recovery of her fractured memories and every day was an improvement. Who could blame me for speculating on their closeness? Shrugging off my curiosity, I returned my attention to the task at hand.

Taking up the little bottle, I took a deep breath and cracked the airtight seal. The bottle had cost me a plane trip to Los Angles, three days of my life and a small fortune. The kind of small fortune that equaled the ransom of a minor nobleman. But Gibson knew she was the best, and a metahuman to boot, so the trouble was worth it. Within seconds of the seal cracking, Fluffy raised his big head in a classic, ‘oh-neat-smell’ pose. I let him come over and sniff at the bottle for a moment until he lost interest and sat at my feet.

“Hey boy,” I teased in my best wanna-play voice and he immediately began to wriggle happily. “You wanna play hide and seek? Huh? Do ya?” Oh, he was getting all worked up, tail wagging and tongue lolling. Excellent. Flushed with embarrassment and anticipation, I hooked a finger into the skimpy lace panties wrapped around my hips and tugged. The snaps gave way fairly easily and left me with the warm, slightly damp material loose in my palm. One fat drop of the hideously expensive perfume fell from the bottle and soaked into the lingerie. Kneeling, I tied the scrap of fragrant panties to Fluffy’s collar and roughed up his big head. “Okay boy, go find Shan! Go on! Go find Shan!” The second the crack in the door was wide enough for escape, he was off like a shot.

So far so good. A quick wash of my hands with the neutral scented soap, and I plopped another drop onto my finger to run a streak down the surface of the door. It left a thick sheen there and I knew that Shan’s sensitive nose would lead her here. Now, I just had to wait for Shan to follow the scent of my pheromone cocktail to lead her to me.

I had no idea where I had heard of the practice, but I remembered enough to have done the research and asked the questions. There were perfume makers in the world that would tailor scents to a specific person. It was aromatherapy, pheromones and experience wrapped up in a bottle that was made for only one person’s body chemistry. Only, I needed one step more. By telling Gibson exactly what I was after and why, occasionally in somewhat embarrassing detail, I tracked down Marcia Longstreet, a legend in her field, and a metahuman with a truly gifted sense of smell. After explaining Shan to her in loving detail, Marcia had created the contents of the bottle. Even with my limited senses, it smelled exquisite. She guaranteed that my sensitive woman would be like an animal in heat after getting just a few stray molecules of the stuff. The way she suggested the perfume would interact with my natural scent, made it quite clear that she meant it would be all the more effective the wetter and hornier I got. Humiliating, yet very, very reassuring. She’d sent me on my way with an amazing collection of smell-neutralizing substances that I had been very carefully remarking these three rooms with for over a week now.

First, I had forbidden anyone to get anywhere near them, begging Alfred to humor me, it was important. Then I had begun stripping the smells from the room as much as possible, removing traces of cleaning fluids, having every scrap of material in the place cleaned with the special detergents, or removing things completely. The mattress was sealed in an allergy-reducing sheath that helped keep its manufactured, sterile aroma masked, same with the pillows. There were drinks and foods, all carefully washed and cleaned by my own hands. Even to me, the place was transformed, every time I stepped in here, I could tell the difference. It should knock Shan’s animal senses into orbit.

Before my preparations for the weekend, for I wasn’t planning on letting her out of this room for at least a couple of days, I had carefully showered. Then I dressed the bed in soft, luxurious cotton and silks, all stripped down to their plain, undistorted aromas. The smell of my skin and sweat and arousal had permutated into the fabrics by now, because I had napped here a few times. I took up the fancy perfume sprayer that Marcia had given me and dropped in two fat drops of the miracle smell.

“Only two drops!” She had been very adamant about that. “No need to completely overwhelm your sweetie. She needs to be able to smell you. This bottle is only enhancement, a compliment to your natural scent.” So here I was, spritzing the diluted perfume over my skin, feeling it puckering into goose pimples.

The butterflies were back with a vengeance… but I was so ready for her that I was shaking.

And the tremors had little to do with fear…

++ Shan ++

I was bored.

The place was virtually empty and I was bored. We’d been running at full pace pretty much since setting foot in New Gotham, and I had no idea what to do with myself not under some kind of pressure. Ro had taken off with her womenfolk and the other lab kids, Gabby was off visiting her folks for the weekend before the weather got any more sultry and the others were off doing God-knows-what. I wasn’t even sure where Alfred was, and he was always around. I knew that Dinah had been up to something lately, her body language anticipatory and nervous. But every time I asked, she dodged the subject and distracted me with kisses. We’d gotten really good at them, the kisses, and pushing the envelope of exploration before it got past the mild ‘R’ rating. Maybe I should track her down and push a few more boundaries…

A familiar sound echoed through the empty manor, and I turned my head to catch it more clearly. Fluffy, on the rampage of some new game no doubt. Maybe he’d want some company…

Right on cue, the big dog barreled into the room at full blast. Two things assaulted me at once. Fluffy’s bulk drove me back as I habitually took the charge like a linebacker and… and the most incredible smell wafted to me. In an instant, it had swamped over my brain like the sweet aroma of incense used by a geisha girl, the sultry jungle with a mysterious Amazon lover stalking me, the musky smoke of an Indian temple, the belly dancer’s dark eyes deep and hot over her gauzy veil…

It was a thousand wet fantasies tickling across my suddenly hyperactive olfactory receptors, the reaction in my body a deep, hard ache that left me breathless. But there was only one pair of crystalline eyes that came to my mind, only one waterfall of gold hair and only one slender young body.

Pinning Fluffy between my hands, I went in search of the intoxicating smell. It wasn’t hard, and a tug had the scrap of cotton lace in my hands. Ignoring the excited dog, I brought the scrap of material to my face and drew the musk of her arousal into my lungs. Mouth open, I scented at the air, delirious with reaction to the tease.

“Go get Ro, boy, go find Ro,” I intoned distractedly and Fluffy was off in a flurry of happy energy, leaving me with my quest. Some remote, intelligent corner of my mind remembered the term. It was called flemming, the odd grimace that male cats would make when scenting a female in heat. That near-snarl twisted my features as every animal instinct in my body tuned into the smell of my Pretty Bird, my angel.

Padding in barefoot silence through the cavernous house, I let the hunt draw me in; seduce me with the power and promise. By the time this hunt was over, I intended to leave nothing of my Canary but a pile of satisfied bones and feathers.

Abruptly, there was a stronger wisp of the scent clinging to the panties clenched in my fist, only without the added banquet of Dinah’s arousal. There, a wet smear on a door, the track of a single digit painted on the old wood. I paused there, hounded by her scent and the reality of what lay behind that door. We had courted a very long time by my instincts. She had been mine for a very long time, but human propriety and the repercussions of those madwomen had kept us apart. I wanted her as my mate, my lover, the young healthy female to bear cubs and stand beside me to protect our territory. In a swirl of instincts both alike and opposite, I leaned my forehead beside the slick mark on the door. Dinah had claimed this place as hers, had enticed me here with the obvious intent of completing this long mating dance.

There was no place for human fear here and I opened the door. Again, my animal urges took faint notice of the odd lack of familiar human smells here. The room smelled of a strange cleanliness the likes of which I had never experienced. But all I could concentrate on was the need for her, the burn, the ache.

Words.

Words?

It was a struggle to get my upper brain back on line enough to read them.

‘Shower for me.’

Written in Dinah’s flowing hand. Snarling, I almost tore the note from the door, before I abruptly realized that I could smell all the foreign scents clinging to me. They were distracting in this environment, so clean yet so natural. Irritated, I stripped off the offending garments, truly despising them, taking great pleasure in the tear of fabric, and the cool air on my skin. The shower even smelled clean, inoffensive towels, warm water, soap that smelled of almost… nothing.

How had Dinah done this? It was so utterly strange and comforting to smell my own waterlogged scent as though I had never smelled it before, to bury my face in the towel and smell only the warmth of cotton and the faint, faint traces of my human life.

Then I stepped into the den where my mate waited. Even as animalistic as I felt in that moment, I took note of the simple decadence of the room, the drape of cloth, the flutter of candles, the thick luxury of the heavy bed.

But I had eyes for only her.

A streak of gold and honey and peaches against the silky champagne of the sheets, one leg bent seductively, arms loose over her head, her curves smooth and clean and waiting. There were no words spoken, only the glitter of her blue eyes in the candlelight, the gentle assault of her enhanced smell to my nose, the feast of her flawless body to my eyes.

Still damp, boofed up with excitement, Slinky dancing wildly, I padded to the bed and just soaked her in for a long moment. Nostrils flared, I enjoyed the way the subtle smells of whatever that stuff was mixed with the thick heat of her.

“I love you,” growled up guttural from my chest and I had never been more sincere in my life.

“I love you,” she echoed, feather-soft and her breathless tone was as evocative as her words. A little overwhelmed by the moment, I bent to her, butted my head against hers, rubbed my nose against her cheek like I had done a hundred times before. Dinah nuzzled back, her lips playing over my temple and ear, disturbing the hair standing away from my scalp as though it was determined to escape.

The loving playfulness eased my antsiness, reassured both of us of the warm bond between us. Most importantly, I liked Dinah above all else, she was warm and fun and smart and beautiful. Lips brushed, I drew her sultry breath deep into my own body, relishing the feel of it. Little by little, we came together with nibbling kisses and I moved to crouch over her naked body. Inch by inch, I learned her with hands and mouth and skin and fur. Skin to skin, we felt one another for the first time, her touch as caressing and reverent as my own.

++ Dinah ++

I could have never imagined what she felt like. The silky soft tickle of the whisper-fine fur, her skin hot and firm, the ripple of hard muscle and bone beneath. The look on her face was priceless as I hesitated for a moment, hands flat against where her ribs arched up towards her sternum. There was some lingering virginal fear in my heart and in my touch, after all, I’d never gone this far with anyone before, but my need for her was stronger. Violet eyes slitted and she hissed almost threateningly as I cupped the small, soft weight of her breasts in my hands.

I moaned, head whirling as she shifted, bringing our nestled hips closer, the wet between her legs painting my thigh. The press of her lightly-furred leg tight where I ached so badly made my body squirm in a supplicating dance I was only just really beginning to understand.

“Oh Dinah,” Shan whispered, her mouth suckling lightly at my jaw, then dipping down to my neck. There was no threat at having her dangerous teeth so close to my throat, for I trusted this woman completely. Her mouth opened wide, teeth rasping against my skin, tongue sandpapery and wet.

“Oh god,” I whispered and felt my guts clench up tighter, wanting the erotic sensations in the places where I ached the worst. “Shan… lower, please. I’m dying here.”

Then she started purring, wrapped around that throaty chuckle that made me crazy and I squealed as she suddenly curled her spine and nuzzled the soft spot between my breasts. Sinuously, her bent legs slithered beneath mine, bringing my hips off the bed to rest in her lap.

I felt totally exposed, embarrassment and nerves at the edges of my consciousness.

Then Shan wrapped that teasing mouth around one hard nipple and every thought in my head went down in a tangle. There were no words, just my incoherent voice filling the quiet air of the room. Her fine hair was clenched in my fingers, I unconsciously arched my body up, to encourage the suction around that exquisite point of contact. That cat-rough tongue rasped over my nipples, bringing up sensitivities that I had never felt before. I was murmuring Shan’s name, eyes closed, completely captivated by the responses in my body, the connection I felt with this wonderful woman.

Her hands held me in that perfect arch, flat and supportive in the small of my back, while her mouth abandoned my sensitized chest. I could only whine in protest, gripping her hair painfully. She was the world’s best vibrator that purred and growled when pulled at.

“I’m still with you, Pretty Bird. Still with you…” Her voice trailed off into a purr as she suckled at the other breast, driving me even wilder. Her fingers lightly stroked my back, keeping me aware of the rest of my body, even as my mind whirled. Slinky tickled over my legs and I found myself fantasizing about Shan taking me in her unique way. Was I ready for that?

Shan released my other rock-hard nipple and curled herself up in a way that nearly any mere human would find impossible, to nuzzle the tense curve of my tummy.

At this point, I wanted anything she would give me!

++ Shan ++

By all that was good and holy in the universe, she tasted good! That strange, alluring smell mixed with Dinah’s own scents to tease across my palate as effectively as the sweet saline of her skin. It burned pleasantly, like fresh old-fashioned root beer drunk ice-cold from a glass bottle. It was intoxicating and I sealed my mouth to her, sucking hard like a leech to bring hot blood close to the surface of her fair skin. Her voice was poetry, crooning and sighing, the vibration of her moans echoing though my lips and tongue. “Dinah,” I breathed soundlessly into her skin, before trailing the pointed tip of my tongue over her tense skin. I was running out of working room, what with our pelvises glued together. As much as I didn’t want to move from the sensual cradle of her spread thighs, there was a whole lot more places that I desperately needed to explore.

There were few, if any words that could make it past the haze of love and sex that bound us together in this place that she had prepared so carefully. Knowing that this was Dinah’s first time with a lover, I planned on doing my damnest to make this a memorable experience. So I moved my hands to rasp my blunted nails over her beautiful breasts and succeeded in getting her to release my head.

Something guttural rumbled up from Dinah’s chest as she writhed and pink trails came up on her skin where I had lightly scratched. I sat up, letting her grip my wrists in a death grip, and the heady scent of her dripping sex wafted up to suffocate me in the best way. That was my goal now, and the sooner I got there, the better.

“C’mon, Pretty Bird,” I growled deep in my body. “I want to make you feel so good. Trust me…”

Raising up onto my knees to lean over Dinah, I kissed her long and slow. In addition to the sheer joy of doing it, I wanted to give her time to process all the sensations. Not to mention to let my own libido to calm somewhat so that I could concentrate on her.

“Love you, Shan,” she whispered into my mouth, before tugging me in closer, kissing me as though our very lives depended on it. My heart was warmed by her soft confession, and I stroked her skin. It was easy to lose myself in the caresses of her needy mouth, and let the heat build between us.

“Love you, Dinah,” I breathed back behind her teeth and leaned away to share a smile with my young lover. Long moments passed while we studied each other closely. Then I finally grinned at her, earning the same in return. “Ready to fly, Pretty Bird?”

She flushed as I rocked my hips into the intoxicating wet at her center. It was a residual embarrassment, a knee-jerk reaction to the newness of all this lovemaking. So I circled my hips, pressing my belly into her wet pubes, delighted that her eyes fluttered shut and she started making those low, sexy noises. Once more, I worked my way down her body, paying quick homage to the places that made her squirm.

++ Dinah ++

Oh, in a clinical sense, I knew what to expect as Shan mouthed her way back down my torso. All of this making out was making me wet and horny, ready for the sexual climax she was building in me. Doing my best to ignore the nervous quaver of this big step, I closed my eyes and focused on what Shan was making me feel.

“Honey,” Shan suddenly purred and I opened slightly blurry eyes to see her grin. “Roll over on your stomach and hand me a pillow, won’t you?”

In a spectacular show of physicality, Shan pressed her weight up onto hands and tip-toes to allow me the space to comply, Slinky dancing above her. The pillow settled beside my hip as I settled onto my front side and waited for her touch again. As Shan’s weight came to rest straddling my hips, I did indeed feel a hand on the plane of my back.

And that wonderful mouth that made me make all those sexy noises.

And Slinky…

Teasing over my ribs, making me squirm from the tickle and the ideas my imagination conjured up. I had no clue that my back was so sensitive! Dizzy with arousal, I heard myself crying out for relief, desperately pressing my hips up to encourage her. The heavy purring was as maddening as all of the textures roving over my skin. Soft lips, sharp teeth, rough tongue, sensitive hands and claws, Slinky’s rock solidness clothed in the softest fuzz.

Then the tail wrapped tight around my hip joint and curled into the soft curve on inner thigh.

I wailed for mercy. “Shan! Please!”

“You’re very wet,” she growled into the small of my back, the words throbbing up and down my spine, making me cry out again. Once more, she leaned back on her heels, her spread knees nudging my thighs apart, cool air caressing my soaked groin. God, I was gonna die…

Then a hand brushed my inner thigh, the touch lost for a moment when it passed over Slinky. For a moment, I lost track of Shan’s mouth, now on the curve of my tailbone, suckling there, and her other hand, caressing my hip. That new touch brushed against the gold fuzz between my legs, and even that faint touch making me pant. With the heel of her hand resting on my ass, Shan stroked her fingertips through the swollen wet and her claws rasped through the wiry hairs.

It was maddening! I’d never been so aware of myself before, the way my pussy had unfurled in welcome, desperate for her to slide in and take the ache away. A single digit slithered through the soft, ducking just inside. My hips jerked back, desperate for a firmer touch.

“Patience,” Shan growl-chuckled. “Screw patience,” I snarled back and she laughed throatily. In quick succession, Shan shifted and I found myself unceremoniously flipped onto my back, the pillow beneath my ass. Before I could brush the hair out of my eyes, the most extraordinary sensation made me breathless.

Shan’s nose and hot breath against my exposed pussy. Freezing in place, I focused every nerve into the touch. I was fully unprepared for how her tongue would feel, slithering over my burning clit, her hand pulling me open for her exploration.

Everything was white noise, my ears humming to her purr, my eyes slitted and useless, thick with tears, my spine aching from the arch, legs moving feebly for purchase, one hand clutching the blanket, the other in Shan’s fine hair.

That wonderful mouth settled over the burning wet of me and I was treated to the delights of careful suction there. While I called out in dizzy pleasure, Shan suckled gently, her cat tongue explored every sensitive nook and cranny.

It was close, I could feel it. My heart was racing with adrenaline and hormones, my body tight and ready, sheened in sweat. Squirming wildly, anchored by Shan’s mouth and hands and tail, I was lost in the pleasure, ready for the peak I was climbing so fast.

It hit like a tornado, as Shan’s mouth clamped down into a near love-bite, and a single, clawed fingers rimmed around the empty, dark entrance to my needy body, ducking just inside. What felt like a physical jolt, like I’d fallen down, rattled through my nervous system and the climax squeezed out every other sensation for a long eternity. Straining and jerking, I rode out the tidal wave, barely hearing my own cries, pushed out and strangled off in sync to the blissful and almost painful contractions.

Ah, but I wasn’t done quite yet. Even as the high started to recede, I was once again aware of Shan’s mouth suckling softly, a pair of fingers creeping slowly inside to give my innards something to flutter against. I was suspended there, between relaxation and ecstasy, paralyzed by the contrast.

++ Shan ++

This was the best little slice of heaven. I carefully crept my fingers inside her tight channel, and tried not to stress that I’d find the physical proof that she was a virgin. Fortunately, Dinah had been too active a girl to still have her hymen and I was able to slide in until my knuckles were against my chin. There was enough tension in her body that I was guessing that I could push her over the edge again. Listening to her mating song was almost as good as the feel and taste of her sweet body, and I modified my technique by paying attention to both.

“Dinah,” I breathed reverently, and felt her fingers convulse in my already-strained hair. Nuzzling against her sweet clit, I once more began to suck softly. Rather than thrust into her tender pussy, I merely rocked my fingers within her silken grip. Stimulation without friction. The taste of her arousal was perfection, a sweet, musky, animal taste that was intoxicating. Hell, I hadn’t stopped purring since pressing our bodies together right after my shower.

Softly, little more than a whimper, Dinah chanted my name as her body once more began to writhe with growing pleasure. I trained my eyes along the sleek planes of her body, every muscle standing out beneath the sweaty skin, as though carved by a sculptor. It was tough, keeping the suction gentle, yet persistent, so that her overloaded nervous system would make the climb again. Only this time, I wanted to be face to face with my lover.

“Arch up, sweetie,” I encouraged, cupping my free hand beneath her to help. When Dinah complied, I yanked away the pillow and carefully rose up, sweetly amused when she whined in objection to our separated warmth. “I’m right here,” I reassured, laying my weight half beside and half atop her. Unfocused blue eyes stared up at me, bright with heavy tears. There was a dull flush on her skin, her cute little nipples were still standing out proudly and she smelled of sweat and sex. “You look glorious.”

“Oh Shan,” Dinah whispered, grimacing as I once again began stroking her clit, this time with the heel of my hand, and twitched my fingers deep inside. “Feels… good.”

“Yes,” I agreed happily and leaned down to kiss her deeply. “You feel wonderful.” I had one of her legs trapped between mine, and enjoyed the flex of her muscles so close to my own, sharp need. Her hand, not the one I had half-trapped by my body, trailed down my outstretched arm and was distractedly rubbing the back of my hand where I lay inside her body. “I’d like you to show me where you like to be touched,” I encouraged her, prodding at her softness to illustrate my point. Groaning, Dinah slipped her hand under mine, straddling her own clit with two fingers. “Excellent.”

Grimacing and groaning, Dinah continued to climb, the sensual tension growing in her. Foreheads pressed together, we kissed softly, and I basked in the tremble of her mouth, and the hot breath over my face. It hit suddenly, a sudden tension, a hiss, her body frozen for a moment, except for that strong grip around my fingers. Crying out softly with the contractions of orgasm, Dinah watched me through wet, slitted eyes.

I was enraptured by her.

Slowly, gently, Dinah began to unwind, a boneless, trusting sprawl beneath my larger frame. It was humbling to have her so vulnerable like this, to have the gift of her trust with body and emotions. This is what drove people to such extremes, this elusive magic. Panting and winded, Dinah blinked as though waking from a deep sleep, and amused me with a huge, jaw-cracking yawn.

“Oh… wow,” she giggled, sounding, for a moment, exactly the girl-woman that she was. Languidly, she palmed my skull, urging me to once more drink from her mouth, grimacing and hissing as I gently withdrew from her softness. “I think I might be missing some bones.”

“It’s a good thing you only blow stuff up when you’re upset,” I chuckled, wishing I didn’t sound so wired. The blissful relaxation of her body was something I didn’t want to lose just yet, no matter how damn horny I was after all this time. Blue, blue eyes were clearer now, studying me with an intensity that was all woman.

It made me shiver in awareness.

For, while I had more experience with sex, sure, I was by no means jaded to the loving act. I was lucky that sexual need had always been a loving act for me, and never one associated with my abusive childhood. So, it was easy to lose myself in Dinah, with only the faint ghosts of Janelle and Ro’s touch in the recesses of my mind. Now, I was Dinah Lance/Redmond’s, and no matter our futures together or apart, I would love her forever.

For now, however, there were far more pressing needs than the poetry feelings she evoked in me. My expression must have spoken the words my higher brain was incapable of, because Dinah’s face was a study in sensuality and pleasantly alarmed. The kisses became deeper, more urgent, strength returning to my lover’s body while the pleasure wound tighter in my own. Blunt-nailed hands on my back and head grew more urgent, almost rough in the fuzz cloaking my skin.

At first, I thought it was my brain getting confused with over-stimulation.

Then I remembered that my lover was a telekinetic, and the evening just got a whole lot more interesting.

++ Dinah ++

The tension in Shan’s body revived me as though she were a battery and I, the connector. Starting her up again slowly, I let instinct guide my hands, my mouth, the press of my body into hers. What I certainly lacked in experience, I could sure as hell cover with some accurate guesswork! Shan seemed to have no complaints as I grew lost in her body, rasping my short nails through the fuzz on her back and sides. Frustrated that I couldn’t touch her enough, I had a sudden ‘duh’ moment.

Drawing on carefully constructed mental fortresses of power and control, I reached out with the more overt of my metahuman gifts. While my flesh caressed hers, so did my mind. It was an intoxicating combination. Moaning and growling, Shan writhed into the stimulation and I was able to deepen my exploration. I had long since grown used to the feel of her fur, from the peach fuzz on her face, to the thick swatches on throat and tail. But I had yet to get to the wide plains of her torso. No time like the present, eh?

Shan was never completely naked. Not like the rest of humanity anyway. As I followed the thick ‘v’ of fur that ran from jugular to sternum, pressing the hairs flat with my tongue, I pondered that strange fact. Telekinetically pressing Shan onto her back, chuckling at her huff of surprise, I cupped her small breasts to re-familiarize myself with the feel of them.

“Di…” Shan groaned and I felt her clawed hands on my head, trying to direct my mouth.

“None of that,” I teased, pressing her touch away with my ‘kinesis. “You’re mine now, on my terms, lover.”

“Hey, I…” the words trailed off as I indulged in a reoccurring fantasy. Shan’s chunky little nipple felt good in my mouth. This is where I was meant to be, wrapped around this dear woman’s body and heart. Suckling made her whine and purr, pinching carefully with my teeth made her jump and cry out. I didn’t need to be a telepath to know that she liked that! Up until now, I hadn’t even been paying attention to whether or not I was still in my own head. If we were tangled up in my off-and-on again telepathy, I was too distracted to care. Switching to the other nipple, I started out gentle again, increasing the pressure, leaving off once I had the urge to bite down hard. Now I could suckle my way down the firm expanse of Shan’s belly, tugging at the baby-soft fuzz on occasion. As my concentration focused and slackened, I kept my telekinesis caressing her.

Until I got down to Shan’s wet crotch and gave up on anything resembling real concentration. It was an intense slick of her body’s perfume, thick and wild. The taste was sharp and musky, like savory food and fresh rain and things I had no name for. Humming happily, I found the hard little nub I only knew from my own explorations, and Shan squealed happily. That was really all it took, we’d been fooling around for so long, and I felt the wracking shudders ripple through her to escape in a stuttering, animalistic cry.

She was worth all the months of curiosity, all the months of getting to know her, all the months of frustration.

It was all worth it.

Tugging my head, Shan urged me wordlessly up to be kissed. I upped the ante by satisfying my curiosity of what she felt like deep inside, slipping my fingers into her cunt as I sprawled onto her larger body. “Love you,” I murmured into her mouth as she gasped from the full sensation, my voice both loving and teasing. “And let me love you again.”

I loved that I had reduced Shan to incoherency. My pleasure in her was complete.

To Be Continued…

Things I’ll Never Say-Avril Lavigne

I’m tuggin’ at my hair
I’m pulling at my clothes
I’m trying to keep my cool
I know it shows
I’m staring at my feet
My cheeks are tuning red
I’m searching for the words inside my head

I’m feeling nervous
Trying to be so perfect
’Cause I know you’re worth it
you’re worth it, yeah
If I could say what I want to say
I’d say I want to blow you away
Be with you every night
Am I squeezing you too tight?
If I could say what I want to see
I want to see you go down on one knee
Marry me today
Guess I’m wishing my life away
With these things I’ll never say

It don’t do me any good
It’s just a waste of time
What use is it to you what’s on my mind?
If it ain’t coming out
We’re not going anywhere
So why can’t I just tell you that I care

(Chorus)

What’s wrong with my tongue?
These words keep slipping away
I stutter, I stumble
Like I’ve got nothing to say

Cause I’m feeling nervous
Trying to be so perfect
Cause I know you’re worth it
You’re worth it
yeah

Yes I’m wishing my life away
With these things I’ll never say

If I could say what I want to say
I'd say I want to blow you away
Be with you every night
Am I squeezing you too tight?
If I could say what I want to see
I want to see you go down on one knee
Marry me today
Yes I’m wishing my life away
With these things I’ll never say
…these things I’ll never say