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It must have been a slow month for movies at the theatre house, because neither myself, nor Jonah seemed to like what was on. Instead it was decided we'd rent a movie and head back to where Jonah was staying. He'd rented a hotel room. Presumptious? I had no complaints. Perhaps that should have bothered me, but it never. I watched him crouch down in the rental shore, thumbing through back catalogues of movies, occassionally suggesting one, and in all that time I never once thought of him as a threat. He was good people. From the thick, braided mane, to the pale-blue gaze, to the muscular arms that tensed ever so slightly when he squeezed one of those hands around a DVD case. I smiled down at him while he pulled a copy of "Gone With The Wind" DVD from the shelves. He showed me and I shook my head. I'd seen it to many times. Some stereotypes just cannot be avoided. He grinned up at me, his whiskers twitched again, while that thick, long tail of his moved slowly across the floor behind him. Does a lion wag its tail when excited?

A couple of minutes later and it was decided. Looked like we were watching "Breakfast at Tiffany's". It was a firm favourite of mine that I wouldn't mind missing if anything happened. Was I hoping Jonah would put on the DVD and we'd end up making out through the whole thing? Honestly? Yeah. I kind of did. That was unnusual for me.

The elevator doors opened wide and Jonah stepped out, headed down the long hallway towards his room. We were on the seventh floor of some swanky four-star hotel. Being a preternatural biologist had some perks, I suppose. It was all white marble, pale-yellow carpeting, beautiful hanging portraits of flowers and fields. A tall window at the far end of the hallway, spilling pale moonlight through the silken drapes. It all looked so...beautiful. "Is something wrong?" Jonah's deep voice snapped me back to life. I must have looked startled. Jumpy? Me? Jonah raised an eyebrow and true concern spilled across those pale-blues of his. "Sasha?" he made my name a question. I had to be honest. "Isn't this moving too fast?" I asked. "What? We're going into my hotel room to watch a movie..." he stopped and thought about what he'd said. He looked down at the hotel door and then back at me. Realisation in those eyes. "This does look bad, don't it?" "A little bit," I smiled. I couldn't help myself. He padded back across the hallway and took my hands in his. He gently pulled me free from the elevator. No point in keeping that from anyone else was there? I stepped a little too close to the white lion and that was fine. Right? "Sasha, I like you. Alot. I don't want to mess this up. We don't have to do anything if we don't want to." "Really?" God I sounded so submissive. He nodded and added, "I'd be lying if I didn't admit to finding you attractive, and if things happen tonight, then things happen. But if all we do is watch a movie tonight, then so be it." I looked into those baby-blues and there was something there, sheltered between the lust and the compassion, was a glimmer of understanding. He was telling the truth. "Lets go watch a movie then," I breathed. I squeezed his hands in mine and we went.

Room 606 was a master suite. A two-roomed set up, one was a small lounge, the other was a bedroom with en suite bathroom. A plush couch done in fine, white leather sat in the middle of the first room, facing a fireplace with a marble mantelpiece and a plasma television suspended on the wall overhead. A bay window, overlooking the streets below, bathed in moonlight stood opposite the door. Thick, silken drapes like the ones outside hung from above and spilled over the window. A step up and two double doors later was the master bedroom. Nerves were back like some kind of cruel wave, rushing up and down my spine. Jonah brushed his hand against mine and for a second I felt better. He padded across the room and placed the DVD on a side table next to the couch. He then walked into the bedroom. I caught a glimpse of him peeling that fitted tee from his body. He peered back against the corner. I almost gasped. He was naked from the waist up. Fine stomach muscles bunched, while his pectorals tensed. He grinned at the reaction, a dark light glimmered in those eyes. "You gonna stand in the doorway all night?" he asked. There was a dark confidence there. He was sweet enough not to push me into anything, but God he knew that I liked him.

I stepped further into the room and figured I'd get comfortable too. Perhaps not to the extent that Jonah had. I peeled the leathers from my arms and rested it over the arm of the couch. I took off the hooded sweatshirt too whilst I was at it. It was warm in here. I crossed the room, ignoring the open doors that lead to the bedroom. Was I being polite? A little. Was I trying not to ruin any possible surprises? Yeah. I opened one of the bay windows a crack and basked in that first slither of cool, summer breeze. Jonah's booming voice called, "Set up the DVD, I'm gonna get changed since I'm not leaving for the rest of the night. Kay?" "Fair enough." I went for the DVD and set it up. The TV was enormous. I'd never have been able to afford one of these at home. I waited and watched as the DVD's main menu flashed up on the wide-screen. "Do you want a drink or anything before the movie starts?" Jonah asked. I whirled and went wide-eyed at what I saw. He stood there, all broad, muscular and beautiful in nothing more than a pair of dark blue pyjama bottoms. I'd bought a pair similar, and knew from firsthand experience that the material was soft, drawn close to the groin and backside, and hung loose around the rest of the leg, to spill over your feet in a wave of material. He looked good. I must have blushed again. Jonah feigned ignorance and continued, "I can order some food from downstairs if you want?" "N-No, I'm fine, really," I replied. I thought about it and decided not to be so awkward. "Do you have OJ in the mini-bar?" He grinned back at me and went to fetch the drinks. I watched him leave. I was right. The material clung to his backside. And my, my, what a view that was. I would've drooled if I'd had time. "You don't mind drinking from the bottle, do you?" Jonah asked as he padded back into the lounge area. "No. That's fine," I smiled back as I took the drink and set down on the couch. Jonah settled in beside me and eased one arm, over the back of the couch, not touching me, but there if I wanted it. Did I want it? Yeah. I did. He picked up the remote control and clicked "play".

I eased back into the seat, the plush leather was comfortable, too comfortable. I would kill for a couch like this at home. I slipped out of my running shoes and drew my knees up to my chest. I could feel my head fur brush the fur on Jonah's bicep. I could smell him, the fine scent of shampoo and under that the hum of his own body. There was no smell there, just warmth. He must have been hot to the touch.

The opening credits were about midway through when Jonah adjusted himself on the couch. Nothing obscene like a crotch-adjustment. He wriggled on his backside and soon settled back down. The movement had shuffled him a little closer to me. Had it been on purpose? I feigned ignorance and looked back at the screen.

Focus, Sasha, focus.

Another wriggle and he was a fraction closer. That one had to be deliberate. Right? I chanced it and looked up at Jonah. He was gazing down at me. He had rested his other elbow on the arm rest, while his palm braced that strong jawline. He looked whimsical. Like he should be having his portrait painted or something vintage like that. I must have looked embarrassed again. A blush roared to life and swamped me beneath the charcoal fur.

There were no words between us, Jonah leaned in close, a gentle, constant movement until his lips hovered over mine. Did I want this? Yes. I moved that last fraction, and brushed lips against his. A warm, chaste touch. He eased as close as the couch would allow. His arm behind me, curled around my shoulders and squeezed me ever so gently. His other hand touched my raised knee. I raised my hand as the kiss deepened and ran my fingers through the soft, fur that lined his jaw. The kiss broke, and I drew in air. I was breathless. He nuzzled against me, his maw working along my muzzle, he moved us with that strength of his. I was on my back, across the couch. I eased back, his large hands ran along my outer thighs while he moved in against me.

When had I spread my legs around him? I couldn't remember. That should have worried me. It didn't.

Jonah brushed his hand along my thigh, slowly moving that leg up and around him. His torso and stomach could have been miles apart from my own, while his groin brushed mine. I shuddered at that touch. His flat, rough tongue trailed along my neck, wetting the fur a little, while he moved lower and lower. Still, no words between us. He moved one hand to push the tank top up, up passed my stomach, beyond my chest and to my neck. His hand began to knead at my throat, nothing malicious, but a comforting movement of flesh on flesh. He moved his maw lower and circled that tongue around one of my nipples. I quivered and moaned as I ran hands through his thick mane of hair.

He ran his tongue around the nipple and then gently drew it into his maw, suckling and biting softly. The flesh hardened and I gazed down the line of my body at him. His pale-blue eyes stared up at me while he sucked. He drew himself up and moved closer, further up until his lips brushed mine again. He dropped his lower body, grinding himself against me, drawing more soft whimperings of pleasure from me as he moved. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into my open muzzle and caressing my own tongue. I could feel him trailing hands along my thighs again, drawing me in against him.

He pressed against the material of his bottoms so hard and warm. I ran hands down his back and trailed my fingers through the thick waves of his braided mane. God he was beautiful. His deep voice rolled over me like fur, all warm and full of temptations, "Are you sure you want to do this so soon, Sasha?" I murmured my reply and was lost for a moment in the sheer warmth that ebbed from his muscular form. "Please," I whispered. He growled, low in his chest. It was a feral sound. How could someone as cultured and refined as Jonah, make such a deep, wild noise? I didn't care. "I won't hold back, Sasha. Do you understand?" he asked. "Please don't." "Do you want me, Sasha?" he asked. His hand moved along my inner thigh. "Yes..." I breathed, gazing up at him as he loomed over me. "Do you want me inside you?" "Please..." "Shall I...make love to you, Sasha?" he whispered in my ear as his hand smoothed over my denim-clad groin. I shuddered and another moan escaped me. "Shall I...fuck you?" he growled low in his throat. His hand found my head fur and took a handful. He was so gentle as he pulled me, pulled my head back and exposed my neck. He leaned close and whispered, "Shall I make you scream during your orgasm?" "Please, Jonah, please," I whimpered. He squeezed his hand around my groin, squeezed and massaged. "Please..." He drew himself back on his knees, his hands trailed over my inner thighs, kneading at the denim. "Take off your top for me." It sounded like a command. Did I like him commanding me?

I complied and sat upright, staring into those pale-blue eyes. I peeled the tank up and tossed it aside. I ran hands through his mane again and drew him close. I kissed him, deep and passionate, my tongue caressing his own. Large hands moved underneath me and caressed the mounds of my backside. He lifted me and sat back on his heels. He held me against him, his strength flexed and trapped me against that warm, hardness at the front of his bottoms. God I wanted him. I trailed one hand down the hard muscle of his chest and found a small, hard, pinkish nipple. I ran my finger over the hard flesh and felt him quiver beneath me. Looked like he wasn't the only one who could get the other one going from touch alone. I grinned through the kiss and broke it. Breathless again. I looked into those pale-blues from inches away, feeling his hands knead and massage the mounds of my ass. He ground himself against me, his warm member pressing against mine. I wanted to see what was in there so badly. I whimpered against him like a needy little puppy. Jonah grinned up at me and glanced to one side at the bedroom. "Shall we?"

I followed his glance. A rich, queen-sized bed, silken sheets done in crimson and white. Mounds of pillows done in darkest red and palest white. It all looked so romantic, so beautiful. Like him. He leaned in and kissed me again. A deep, passionate brush of flesh on flesh. Such warmth ebbed from his chest. A deep, growl escaped him again as he stood and carried me to the bedroom. Was this really about to happen? It looked like it. Would I allow it? I knew that my body lusted for the towering feline before me, but how did I feel about sleeping with someone on the first date? I was normally so chaste and a tiny bit prudish. This wasn't me. God this wasn't like me at all.

...and I didn't care.