Sometimes you wish you could rid of your sympathetic heart. If that were possible, there wouldn't be a 6'5 - looking like he'd just come from a crime scene - beast of a demi-human sauntering around your house. His cat ears twitch lazily as he inspects the furniture and decor within your home, a skeptical scowl contorting his features. He hums in approval or distaste before taking a seat on your sofa - effortlessly dwarfing it. You inwardly cringe as you notice the blood prints he leaves on the furniture and you take a deep breath to compose yourself. It would have been cruel to turn a blind eye and let him get beaten to death in that alleyway, but god, was this really the right decision? "Fuck," Jarek muttered, gingerly tapping one of the more severe wounds on his shoulder. He winces and his slitted pupils dart up to meet yours. "You got uh... Medicine or something? Fuckin'
I nod quickly gathering my thoughts as her gaze rested on me, standing to walk to the bathroom where I kept a first aid kit. Maybe my need to help was gonna be my downfall this time as I approached the demi-human, carefully kneeling in front of him to show no ill intentions. Althoigh curious, my eyes and hands remained focused on the task at hand, gently lifting the fabric of his shirt to clean, stitch and wrap his wounds. Some time passes between us, the defeating blare of silence like a thick gelatin barrier between us until my soft but cool voice pierced the void between us. "What is your name?" I questioned him, moving to start on a gash above his shoulderblade.
He glares up at you, unimpressed with your attempt at making conversation. "None of your business." His brow furrows momentarily before he scowls again, seemingly too stubborn to accept any kindness from you. "Least you could have done was give me some clothes..." He mutters under his breath, looking away out of shame and anger.
His catlike ears flicker, picking up the sound of something crunching nearby. His head snaps back towards you in surprise when he realizes it's food you were just offering him. There's a long pause where it seems like he's weighing whether or not to accept it. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he nods curtly and leans forward slightly, allowing you to place the bowl on the ground between his legs. His claws dig into the carpet as he carefully begins eating, eyes locked
I wince at his sudden remark and I nod quieting down for a moment as my fingers gently kneaded his flesh to help stimulate his blood vessels. "When I'm done....you'll need to bathe first. There's no point in putting clean clothes in a dirty body...Mister?" I asked again, standing firm in my attempts to create some form of unhostile small talk. As his gaze snaps at me, I gently set a platter of cookies, cheeses, sliced meats and milk on the coffee table beside us. Once finished I set the paltter down for him and I saunter off to run a warm bath for him.
He narrows his eyes as he watches your every move, mild irritation seeping into his tone when he finally answers. "My name's Jarek." It sounds more like a reluctant concession than anything else. He glances back down at the food, his nostrils flaring as he catches the scent of the milk. Despite himself, his stomach growls loudly, drawing his attention once more to you. For a brief moment, guilt seems to flicker across his features before disappearing just as quickly.
"Jarek...Okay." I nod to him, going back to running his bath while he eats. I set a fresh clean set of clothes out for him as well as a large fluffy towel and slippers. Once down I inform him his bath is ready and I slip into my bedroom to give him privacy while he bathes. I busy myself with chores in my room while I wait, giving him as much time and space as he needed. "I hope this wasn't a bad idea...." I whisper to myself, folding laundry while I hum to my radio.
"Bad idea? Bah." Jarek scoffs, finishing the last bite of his food before scrubbing his hands roughly against his jeans in a futile attempt to clean them further. "I'll be just fine, human," he says, tone laced with derision as he glances over at your bedroom door. "You should have seen it coming." With that cryptic comment, he picks up the towel and slippers, trailing a muddy line across your floor before padding off to his bath.
I sigh as he trudges off, getting out a mop to clean up behind him. When he vanishes into the bathroom, I relax on the couch closing my eyes as I listen to the music drift from the radio.
Half-submerged in steaming water, the tense muscles of Jarek's back relax slightly as he scrubs at his wounds with rough hands. The scent of soap and lavender drift through the air, fighting against the lingering stench of blood and violence that clings to him. He closes his eyes, trying to ignore the twinge of guilt that flutters in his chest whenever he thinks about being grateful for Aisling Fet's help. It didn't mean she was any less of an enemy; it just meant she knew how to pick her battles better than most...for now.
As much as I hate admitting it, she did save me. She gave me food when I was starving, cleaned my wounds...hell, even let me stay here. I should probably be more appreciative, but something deep inside tells me not to trust her...perhaps if she shows me that she's worth it, then maybe I can consider changing my mind. But until then, I'll maintain my guard and bide my time.
Sitting up I notice it had been some time and my brow frowns as I glance at the bathroom door. I walk to the door knocking softly but I keep the door closed. "Everything okay in there?"
A low growl rumbles in his throat as he flinches away from the door at your voice. How dare she bother him while he's trying to relax? He quickly regains his composure, reminding himself that he can't exactly start a fight with her right now. With a huff of annoyance, he calls out curtly, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just...gimme a minute."
"O-oh sorry." I blush awkwardly standing at the door before shaking my head and walking back to the couch. I don't know why having him here made me so nervous. Actually, I did. His gaze, constantly watching and always judging. I shivered as I took a deep breath to relax my nerves and I stroll to the kitchen to start a kettle of tea. "He's just another guy Aisling. Yeah he's...half cat...." I muuter to myself, my voice barely above a whisper. "B-but he's just a guy and he needs help..."
That doesn't mean you have to put up with his crap, you idiot. But when Jarek thinks about that...about how easily it would be for him to take advantage of the situation...a sinister smile curls across his lips. Better not tell the little human she's got it coming, he thinks. For now, he decides, he'll let her stew in her naivete...and wait for the right moment to strike.
Finishing my tea I pace the kitchen, sipping from my cup as I clasped the cup tenderly in my petite hands. The night was starting to roll in now and I stood in front of my balcony windows, watching the city skyline nlight up for the night. Sighing, I flick on the evening news and I sit on the couch crossing my legs as I rested my head in my hand.
Jarek listens to the news with half an ear while he finishes drying off. The city's troubles don't concern him; he has enough of his own, thank you very much. His thoughts drift back to Aisling Fet, and he can't help but wonder what she would say if she knew about some of the things he'd done...The thought makes him chuckle darkly. Maybe, just maybe, he could make her regret saving his life. The idea of taking advantage of her trust, of turning everything on its head...it sets off a twisted sort of thrill deep inside him. But for now, he decides to keep his plans close to the vest, biding his time until the right moment strikes.
"You drown in there?" I call out over the voice of the newanchor on the television, my body now comfortably curled up on the couch as I brushed my golden blonde hair from my face, narrowing my eyes at a new story of a local demi-human gang ransacking a local business. My eyes narrow as I watch the news and a brief moment of doubt flickers across my mind as I consider just how dangerous Jarek could be. i mumble shifting my position on the couch as I look over my shoulder towards the bathroom.
"What?" He snaps, hearing the uncertain note in your voice. "No." Crossing his arms over his broad chest, he glances at you with narrowed eyes. "Why'd you ask?" There's a hint of suspicion in his tone as he begins to wonder what game Aisling Fet is playing at now.
I giggled a little at his demeanor, and shook my head. "hehe nothing, relax." I smirked at him before returning my eyes to the television. "Just wanted to make sure, you were in that tub for awhile ya'know..."
"Better not think about trying anything funny, human," Jarek growls warningly. He stands and walks towards you, eyes fixed intently on yours, daring you to challenge him. As he gets closer, his presence seems to fill the room; it's almost palpable how much stronger and more dangerous he looks compared to the average person. "You have no idea what you're dealing with here."
His words hang heavy in the air between you, leaving little doubt that he's not someone to be trifled with. Yet despite this, there's still a lingering temptation...a part of him that wonders what might happen if he let his guard down, even just for a moment. But he knows better than that. And so, he settles for maintaining the facade of hostility and superiority until the right time comes along.
For a moment the innocent, soft look in my eyes steels over like hell's flames freezing in winter. My eyes narrow and suddenly the mere aura of my femininity drwins him. Something seductively deceiving crept just beneath the naive gaze of my wide blue eyes as they narrowed and seemed to search his very soul. "Are you threatening me, Jarek?" The soft innocent tone from before seemed to melt away from my voice, leaving a sensual drawl that dripped with a unknown poison. "I don't mean you any harm, but if you think you're going to disrespect me in my home after I opened my doors to you...." I whispered to him coldly as I stood, my eyes never leaving his. ".....then we have a very, very serious situation on our hands..."
The room seems to shrink around Jarek as her words wash over him, stirring up emotions he thought long buried. He takes an involuntary step back, almost unable to believe what just happened. His chest heaves with each ragged breath, blood pounding in his ears as adrenaline courses through his veins. Finally, when he thinks he has himself under control again, he manages a single word through gritted teeth. "Fine." His voice is little more than a growl, filled with barely concealed fury and frustration. With that, he turns on his heel and stalks off to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him so hard that pictures rattle on the walls.
I sighed as my cold demeanor softened to the meek gentle side Jarek seen earlier, holding my arm quietly as I glanced at his door, shivering softly as he slammed the door. "O-Okay, I know I can stand up to him..." I whispered as I turned off the television and headed to my bedroom, going to bed for the night. In the morning I woke early to shower and change in some spandex shorts and a sports bra, my long obsidian hair seemed to glow in the morning light pulled into a tight playful ponytail. I hummed and danced quietly to myself as I booked breakfast, setting some plates for Jarek and I of pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, milk, biscuits and grits. Smiling, I head to his bedroom and knock lightly, calling to him in a soft songlike voice. "Jakek! Hehehe Breakfaaaasssttt~~~"
*He mutters something unintelligible beneath the covers, clearly still angry about last night's exchange. After several moments, heavy footsteps can be heard crossing the floor until the door swings open violently, nearly hitting you in the face. Jarek stomps out in nothing but black boxers, eyes narrowed and a dangerous glint in their depths. Despite this, there's a telltale flush on his cheeks that betrays how much he didn't want to look weak in front of you. His muscles tense as he takes in the meal you've prepared, nostrils flaring at the scent of food wafting through the air. Finally, he growls, "Fine." As if deciding that hunger is the better motivator here. With that, he strides over to the table, shoveling food onto his plate before taking a seat across from you, not even
I giggled as he bejudglingly took my offer for breakfast, it was a very small victory for me but in the grand scheme of my situation any small victory was worth. I joined Jarek at the table, eating my meal as he shoveled food in his face and with really thinking, I leaned across the table with a napkin to wipe a smudge of grits from his cheek. I blished realizing what I had done and muttered a genuine sorry before pulling my phone out to check some apps while we ate. "I hope you slept okay last night....I know last night was a lot but we gotta get used to being around each other."
"Yeah, well," he mutters through a mouthful of food, "I hope you know what you're doing." His gaze flickers up to meet yours before dropping back down to his plate, a small flush rising in his cheeks. It takes all his self-control not to lunge across the table and take her by the throat; demand answers or assert dominance. Instead, he continues eating in silence, staring fixedly at his food as if willing it to disappear.
After several minutes of quiet awkwardness, he finally speaks again, voice almost a whisper. "So, what else do you have planned for me today?"
His question seemed innocent and most would of answered with a simple mundane response about daily chores or activities but the tension between them had been building from the moment my hands touched his body to tend to his wounds. His low slomst whispering voice sent tingles through my legs and a sudden burst of red flushed my cheeks as I quickly averted my gaze from his, hoping he hadn't seen any of the obvious affection I had started to feel towards him. His cold outside only made me feel something warmer was underneath but....he wouldn't let me close not that easily. "The things I could say would make you look at me differently..." My soft eyes slowly gazed at him. "But I see the way you look at me..."
He snorts, barely able to contain his laughter. "What? Like you think that little blush on your cheek makes me see you in a different light?" He leans in closer, voice lowering even further until it's almost a breath against your ear. "I don't think anything could make me look at you any differently than I already do." Then, just as suddenly, he withdraws again, as if realizing what he's said. His eyes widen and he studies you carefully, searching for any signs of hurt or anger in your expression.
My eyes widened and I felt a warm pit full my stomach as I studied his eyes, he had slipped, but did he mean it. I couldn't stop the yearning creeping into me as he withdrew, wanting him close to me again and I took the chance however small it might be to lean closer to him, our faces inches away. "I might be little but I'm more than enough for you to handle..." I smirked soflty feeling my desires bubble to the surface as I bit my lip enticingly. Something about Jarek made me playful, cautious but flirty. Scared but hunted...and I felt myself enjoying it the more I was around him. "I wonder what you think of me then?"
His pupils dilate and his breath quickens as you lean in closer to him, the scent of your flesh burning into his senses like the finest opium. For a moment, he's lost in that smell, feeling it course through his veins and fogging his mind with need. When he finally manages to find his voice again, it comes out rough and hoarse, almost inaudible above the pounding of his heart. "I think...I think you're playing with fire."
The words barely register as he reaches out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, fingers lingering on your skin longer than intended. His gaze flickers down to where their bodies are pressed so close together and he can feel the hard length of his cock pushing against her thigh beneath the table. It's an effort not to let this go further, to maintain even a shred of control
"Thats funny, I've been burning all morning..." I whispered as I leaned in even closer, his touch on my cheek igniting my cheekin a deep red blush as I pressed a deep but alluring kiss on his lips, slowly pushing aside the plates and glasses between us as I crawled on the table on all fours, kissing him deeper and deeper. I didn't care anymore, I didn't care about being careful or scared around him. I wanted to taste him and my urges kept building as I slid a hand behind his neck, gently sliding my tongue down his throat.
As soon as your lips meet his in the searing kiss, he forgets about control and succumbs to desire. His hand tangles roughly in your hair, pulling you closer still as he reciprocates with hungry moans that match the ache building low in his belly. The warmth of your skin scorches him as she presses against him, seeming to melt away any trace of control or reason from his mind. He's lost to this moment, feeling only the fiery passion burning through them both as he grinds himself against her, desperate for more contact. Even in the back of his mind where clarity still remains, there is a part of him that knows this is dangerous...but it's such a delicious danger that he can't bring himself to care.
I couldnt control my need to feel his body against me as he pulled me against him and I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing and biting his lips as I moaned grinding my lap against his as I straddled hiss groin. I gasped feeling his cock press against my tight spandex shorts and I broke the kiss to look at his bulge, running my hands on his cock to tease him as I licked and bit his neck. "C-Can I see it~" I moaned sliding my hands in his boxers, my soft petite hands wrapping around his enlarged throbbing cock.
He groans as your fingers wrap around him, his hips jerking in response, pushing helplessly against the restriction of his boxers. His hands grip tightly in her hair again, almost painfully as he arches into her touch, desperate for more contact. "Y-yes," he pants heavily through clenched teeth, eyes rolling back in his head as she continues to stroke him so roughly. With a frenzied motion, he yanks off his boxers and throws them aside before reaching down between your legs, ripping aside the thin fabric of your shorts with savage strength.
His cock springs free, glistening in the dim light of the room as he presses it against you, feeling her wetness heat his length through their undergarments. With a feral growl that seems to come from the deepest part of him, he slides his hand down between your legs once
Without warning, he pushes two fingers inside her, feeling her hot, tight flesh envelop him in an instant. Her body quakes beneath his touch, arching back and pressing even harder against his invading fingers. He growls low in his throat, leaning forward to take another kiss from her lips as he thrusts his fingers deeper, searching for something elusive yet achingly familiar within her. His hips jerk involuntarily as he feels her inner muscles contract around his fingers, the sensation almost too much to bear.
"Fuck...," he gasps into her mouth, pulling away to gaze down at her flushed features. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, eyes fluttering shut as she continues to ride out the waves of pleasure coursing through her. He glances down at where their bodies meet, noticing the pre-cum staining the cotton of her panties. It's