Jewel's House
#2 of Love story
Part two of the earlier story. Hope you like it.
A few weeks after meeting Jewel at the mall, we finally were able to get our parents to agree to a date over at Jewel's house. Turns out, they lived only a couple of miles outside of the town where I live. I managed to pack some things to bring over: some gum, some paper and pencils to draw with, and so on. I waited in the kitchen, waiting for Jewel's dad to show up to pick me up. When a knock finally did come to the door, my mom opened it, and moment it opened, Jewel rushed in, dressed in a coat, gloves and a hat as it was really cold outside, and gave me a hug.
"Oh, it's so good to see you again!" was her greeting.
I answered her back, sniffing the scent of her fur agian, "Same here."
A deep voice boomed from the doorway. It was Jewel's dad. "Come on, Jewel, we've got to get going, it's already 2:30."
In that moment was when I realized the difference between Jewel and her dad: she might take after him, but around Jewel, I felt like an alpha male; mighty and in charge. In that moment, around her dad I had dropped down in an omega; scared and unable to look him in the eyes. As I put on my shoes and jacket, I could her him tell my mom that we would be back by around 7:00-7:30. I waved goodbye to my mom as we walked though the snow to her father's truck. We sat in the back seat as her dad started the engine. As we drove off, I felt like I had been kiddnapped by the mob. If it weren't for Jewel being their, I may have died of fear.
"So," her father asked, looking back for a moment, his mighty head turned over in my direction, "Jewel told me alot about you. About how you defended her from those girls at the mall." I tried to answer back, but all that came out was a primitive-sounding whince of fear. "Is he alright Jewel?" he asked.
"Yes dad," she answered, to my relief. "It's just that he's bad around new people. Once he's used to you, he'll talk more clearly." She leaned over and whispered into my ear "Don't worry, dad only looks dangerious. He won't hurt you." That was a weight off my shoulders.
I took a deep breath and said, "Ummm....yes, Mr. McMuzzle, I did defend her."
"Well good." he answered, "you know, some boys would have just left with the other girl."
"Yeah, well....ahhh....I like a girl with class and brains, not D-cups and loose ways. And..uh, Jewel is the former."
"Awww...." responded Jewel, who gave me a lick on the side of the face. A goofy grin just showed up on my muzzle. I didn't come back down from cloud 9 until we got to Jewel's house. It was an older, brick house, a bit larger then my house. We got out of the truck and it's then that I noticed just how large Jewel's dad was. Most of the time, I was taller the alot of the adults around me, but he was a good foot-and-a-half taller then me, and I was about about 5'8". He had large arms, large legs, just basically werewolf sized in my mind.
"What does your dad do for a living?" I asked Jewel.
"He's a mechanic." she answered.
"That sounds about right." I noted, imagening her dad holding up a small car.
We walked into the house. In the kitchen, I could Jewel's mom, a mostly white malamute with silver hair working on dinner. Me and Jewel took off our jackets and walked into the living room. It was a nice room, painted dark green and with all sorts of pictures on the walls. I glanced at them, taking in a bit of Jewel's family history. One of the oldest was one of a young veteran in uniform. He was a silver wolf, and he was kissing his wife, a dark gray wolfess, on the cheek. In her arms was a young black cub.
"Are these your grandparents, Jewel?" I asked, stroking my chin like I do when I'm thinking.
"Yes," she answered, "on my dad's side. My grandfather there served in the army in the late sixties, but this photo was taken in 1973. You can see my dad in grandma's arms."
I moved to the side a bit, to helped taken in more of the McMuzzle museum. I saw an old high school photo of a hockey team. Among the players was a very large, black timber wolf. Pointing to said wolf, Jewel said "That's my dad on his high school hockey team. They called him 'the Battering Ram' because know one could stop his shots....and those who tried got knocked over like a dead tree in a storm."
This went one for a little bit more: pictures of her mom in college, pictures from when her parents were dating, pictures of them on their wedding day, ones from when her mom was pregnent, and so on. I really enjoyed Jewel's baby pictures: ones of her napping, hugging her stuffed wolf Fluffy, rolling in the mud, splashing in the tub after rolling in the mud.
"Awww." I said, get a little soft, "you were a cute pup."
"Thanks." said Jewel, blushing and rubbing her arm. "Come on, let's play some X-BOX." Those last words rang in my head. Jewel turned on the TV (a flatscreen), and then the X-BOX.
"What should we play?" she asked, pulling out random games. "How about Call of Duty?"
"That sounds perfect." I told her, giving her a thumbs up. After the game started up and we got into multiplayer mode, we started to get our character's ready. She picked a well-armoured soldier well I designed a sort of rag-tag guerrilla. She picked out an AA-12, I picked an AK-47. Soon, we were ready to fight.
"Should we be on different teams?" asked Jewel.
"Nah," I answered, "It's not good to kill each other on the first date." Jewel giggled as the loading screen popped up. Soon, we were fighting people from all over the world in a middle-eastern city. They stood no chance for the likes of use though. We had a good plan worked out, one would keep the target destracted well the other would get them. I got chased by some guys from England, and lead them straight into the landmine that Jewel had placed. Jewel got cornered by someone from Portland, I tossed a tomahawk from behind. I remember on guy from Japan was about to get the both of us when the suply crate we ordered landed right on him. By the time we were done, we had smoked all enemies.
"Well, that was fun." I said, being captain obvious. "What should we do now?"
"Come with me, I have something to show you." Jewel answered, turning off the X-BOX. As we headed towards the stair case, Jewel shouted to her parents, "We're going to my room."
"OK," her mom called back, "But leave the door open."
As we walked into Jewel's bedroom. It was a bit bigger then my room at home, with purple wallpaper. I could see another thing we had in commen; we both kept our rooms clean, but there was also all sorts of stuff spread about the room. Jewel sat me down on her bed, which had a tiger stripe pattern bed spread. She got down on the floor and reached underneath her bed and pulled out a sketch book. She sat down next to me and opened up the sketch pad.
"Whoa..." I gasped in awe. Her drawings were great. So much detail, so smooth.
"You really like them?" she asked, her tail wagging in excitement.
"Oh yeah. I mean, look at these: otters, wolves, huskies. Oh, look at this. Who's this?"
Jewel blushed agian, "It's you."
"That explains the hearts. Wow, I look hot. You a great at drawing. I mean, I like to draw, and it looks kind of good half the time, but this is great."
"Thanks. You know, I drew something for you."
"Really? What?"
Jewel pulled out a peice of paper and handed it to me. It was a self-portrait of her.....in her underwear. I started to grow hot under the coller.
"Holy crap...." I said, turning over to Jewel.
"You can keep it, just don't go showing it around." Jewel told me, putting her paw on my shoulder.
I answered back "Oh, I won't."
She leaned over and started kissing me. Soon, we started making out. Our tongues worked in sync with each other. I laided down on my back and let Jewel lay on top. I rubbed her lower back with my paws well she rubbed hers on my back. We just kissed for a few minutes then stopped after we heard her mother call us down for dinner. We got up and rushed down stairs. I put the picture Jewel gave me into my backpack. Over all, a very good night.......