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[Sonmi-451]

I LOVE Scarflight and Beau's story! Thanks so so so so so so much! <33

I'm glad you like it. It was fun to write.

[Sonmi-451]

Cassandra x Tejuyo

The doorbell rang, startling me, and I found myself simultaneously shutting closed the book I was reading - Fountainhead, by Ayn Rand, one of my favorites of the twentieth century - and leaping to my feet. I looked down at myself for a moment to wonder if I should have worn something fancier - after all, a red tank top and cutoff jean shorts weren't exactly very elegant - before dismissing the thought with the knowledge that he wouldn't care what I was wearing, because he would be too focused on the rest of me.
Crossing over to the front door and opening it, a smile spread across my face as I saw Tejuyo standing there with a rose in his hand. His slitted yellow eyes locked onto mine, and he was about to vocalize a greeting when I closed the gap between us and kissed him slowly and deliberately on the lips, smiling as I heard his heartbeat speed up with my incredibly sensitive hearing.
"Hey," I greeted when I pulled back, grinning at the amazed look on his face. "It's nice to see you, Tejuyo."
"It's very nice to see you too, Cassandra," he replied slowly, in his melt-your-heart Spanish accent, and, as I saw him watching me carefully, I realized that he was trying to read me, which meant that he thought something was wrong that had spurred my odd behavior. There wasn't anything wrong, though, unless you count the fact that he was completely and utterly oblivious to my attempts to seduce him and that he was still convinced that he was the only one with an emotional attachment in our relationship.
However, I decided to ignore those issues for now - hopefully I would find a way to deal with them later on in the night - and instead asked him, with amusement and incredulity, as I gestured to his suit, "Is that honestly what you're wearing to the club?"
"Well... yes," he replied, glancing down at himself momentarily before looking back up at me. "It's been my look ever since suits and fedoras were invented, although I can change it if you'd like."
"Oh no, I don't want you to change your look," I told him, as I reached out and tweaked his tie ever so slightly so that it was even. I then looked back up at him and gave him a smirk as I added, "Besides, you can't get much sexier than a Spanish guy in a suit."
After grabbing my keys and wallet and phone off of the small counter right next to the door, I turned back to Tejuyo and asked him, "Are we going now?"
"Yes, of course," he responded, and opened the front door for me to walk through. "After you, my love," he said with a small, respectful bow of his head accompanied with a smile that lit up his snake eyes, which were the only part of his appearance that hinted at how non-human we both were.
Fortunately, with the advent of the colored contact lens, hiding them wasn't really a problem for him anymore; in fact, the most they ever drew was a few comments about how cool they looked, and never suspicion, which was a very good thing for us and the humans. The humans seemed to live by the motto 'ignorance is bliss' and it worked out pretty well for them, considering that they might have been far more distressed if they knew that there really were monsters under their beds.

"Well, this is it," I announced, as I looked from the vibrantly-lit dance club in front of us to Tejuyo, who was staring at the building with more than a bit of apprehension in his expression.
Tearing his gaze away from the club, he turned to me to ask worriedly, "Are you sure this is going to be alright? Are you sure no one is going to be suspicious of us?"
"Tejuyo, it will be fine. The humans are a lot more ignorant than you might think, with them generally possessing two working eyes," I assured him, placing a hand on his arm. However, his expression didn't change as he continued to look at the club almost fearfully, so, with a small sigh of exasperation, I began, drawing his attention back onto me, "Tejuyo, I'm going to let you in on a little secret." I then reached over and grabbed his tie, pulling him to me and putting his ear right next to my mouth, and murmured in his ear, "Stress is bad for your health." After a tiny pause, I added, trying to make the words roll off of my tongue as seductively as possible and ending up doing a pretty good purr, if I do say so myself, "Just relax, sweetheart. Everything's going to be fine."
I let go of his tie at that, and pulled away from him and took a step towards the building to look back over my shoulder at him. "Now come on," I bid him, as I gave him a smile and took his hand, "or we're going to miss all the fun."
I then began to walk towards the entrance again, giving Tejuyo no choice but to be dragged along behind me.

"Finally, a song I can actually dance to," I murmured, and turned back to Cassandra to find her standing there with a smile on her face. She, in her red tank top and cutoff jean shorts - an outfit that I particularly enjoyed, considering that it showed a good deal of her skin - and vibrant attitude, blended in perfectly in the club, but I, in my suit and fedora and lack of ability to dance modernly, stuck out like a sore thumb, so I was happy to finally hear a slow song that I could dance like I knew how to. After all, being with Cassandra and trying to be so current and modern made all of the smoothness I usually had disappear, because I had no idea what I was doing, so I jumped at any opportunity I got to regain some of my lost confidence.
I stepped forward, carefully placed a hand on her waist and gently took her hand in my free one, and, when she put her hand on my shoulder, we began to twirl slowly in a small circle. As I looked down at her, I caught her ice-blue gaze, which prompted her to give me another smile and step closer to me, so that our bodies were very nearly touching.
Her scent, an intoxicating one of perfume and the vodka she had just drank and the underlying animal musk, washed over me as she did so, and I was so caught up in trying not to get distracted by her scent that I almost didn't notice when she pulled her hand out of mine, removed her other hand from my shoulder, and leaned up to kiss me.
Her taste was even more intoxicating than her scent, so much so that I lost the willpower to fight back against my attraction to her after only a moment of kissing her. In fact, it wasn't until I pulled back, breathing a little heavily, that I realized I had been the one prolonging the kiss for those last few seconds.
I felt her fingers on my undershirt collar and looked down to find her loosening my tie with an expert hand that spoke of much practice, and I then felt her slip her hands into my shirt, running her fingers over my shoulders and neck and upper chest. She withdrew them after a moment, and I was confused until I saw her undoing the top button of my undershirt.
"You know, there are alcoves with curtains in the back," she told me quietly as she looked back up at me, her blue eyes, dark in the dim lighting of the club, on mine. After leaning up to kiss me one more time while slipping her hands into my shirt again, she added, "We should go to one."
It took every ounce of willpower in my body to gently push her away and tell her, "No. Not here, Cassandra."
"When we get back to my place?" she questioned, her pleading eyes doing their best to erode my willpower.
Fortunately, I was able to stop myself from completely giving into her, and I found myself responding, "Maybe," as I hoped to God that I would be far less distracted when we got back to her place.
She smiled at that - obviously she thought my maybe was going to become a yes; however much I hated to admit it, she was probably right - and let me rebutton my shirt and retighten my tie before slipping her hand back into mine and placing her other hand back on my shoulder. I placed my hand on her waist again, and we continued to dance slowly, her eyes on my face the whole time but me pointedly looking away to avoid revealing to her how much I really wanted to go to one of the alcoves in the back.
However, she seemed to tire of our dancing after a few moments, and removed her hands from me again to step forward, place her hands on my chest and rest her head on my shoulder.
Almost instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her, and I could sense her smile as her fingers traced designs on my shirt. For a moment, I was worried that she was going to try to unbutton my shirt again, but all of that worry disappeared when she dropped her hands from my chest, took a step back and looked up at me to say with a smile, "I'm going to go get another drink. Do you want anything?"
"No, I'm alright, but thank you for the offer," I replied, as I returned her smile.
"Are you sure?" she questioned, her grin becoming a smirk. "You look like you could use some tequila." She stepped towards me again and reached up, obviously intending to loosen my tie or unbutton my shirt, but I caught her wrists and slipped her hands into mine before she could do either.
"I'm fine, Cassandra," I told her gently but emphatically, and let go of her hands.
With an exaggerated eye-roll and sigh, she exclaimed, "Oh, you're no fun," and turned away from me to slip into the crowd, leaving me standing alone and wondering what the hell I was doing.

"My God, I haven't had that much fun in almost two thousand years!" Cassandra exclaimed with a huge smile on her face as she threw her keys onto the table next to her front door and shut the front door behind us. "And even in Rome, it wasn't really that fun, because someone inevitably died at any party you went to!"
"You're drunk," I murmured, as the full effects of her alcohol-scented breath hit me and I realized exactly how intoxicated she really was. She had been drinking most of the night, but just a glass or shot here and there, so I hadn't really noticed exactly how much she had had to drink until now.
"I was wondering when you would notice that," she replied, her eyes locking on mine. Then, without any warning whatsoever, she leaned up and kissed me while untucking my undershirt and sliding her hands up it to run them over my stomach, each touch making my blood hum with energy even more.
"No, Cassandra, no," I breathed against her lips, and she pulled back to drop her hands out of my shirt and stare up at me in astonishment and almost betrayal.
"But you said when we got back to my place," she said, and I shook my head.
"No, I said maybe when we got back to your place," I corrected her gently, my eyes glued to hers.
"Are you honestly saying you don't want me?" she questioned incredulously, looking up at me like I had spoken some alien language.
"I want you so badly that it almost hurts to breathe," I began, which prompted her to interrupt with, "Then take me!"
I, however, merely ignored her comment and continued, "but it wouldn't feel right, considering you're drunk and aren't completely in control of yourself. It would feel like I was taking advantage of you, and that's the last thing I want to do."
"My God, you are too damn good for your own good sometimes," Cassandra muttered, shaking her head. After a moment of silence, Cassandra took my hands, placed them on her waist and asked me as she met my gaze, in an incredibly seductive voice that was like the finest silk in its smoothness, "Are you sure you don't want me?"
"Yes, I'm sure," I told her firmly, staring her in the eye evenly while hoping to God that my sheer physical attraction to her wasn't showing as badly as it was rampaging around my body.
"I don't believe you," she said, "but, for the sake of keeping your virtue intact, I won't push the issue anymore." She gave me a smirk at that, and leaned up to kiss me lightly one last time before pulling away from me. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go take a shower to hopefully clear my head and take up most of the half an hour it will take my metabolism to burn through all of that alcohol. You're always welcome to get in with me if you want." Her smirk then became suggestive, but, when I didn't return it and dismissed her suggestion with a kind but stubborn smile, she gave me a normal grin again and made her way down to the bathroom.
It was only when I could hear the shower running and therefore knew Cassandra couldn't hear me that I let out the huge sigh of relief I had been holding back for the last few minutes. I had done the impossible: I had survived my fifth date with Cassandra without making her hate me or sleeping with her.
"My God, I should get some sort of medal for that," I murmured, thinking aloud, and, after retucking in my shirt, I crossed over to the couch in Cassandra's living room to collapse on it, feeling uncharacteristically weary. I guess restraining both Cassandra and myself was more draining than I had realized. With a shake of my head, I removed my fedora, set it on the coffee table in front of the couch, and waited, hoping that I could actually deal with a sober Cassandra.

The doorbell rang, and I rose to my feet, stretching luxuriously and wondering who my visitor was, before crossing over to the front door and answering it.
"Hey Kellan," I greeted when I saw my best friend of forty-six hundred years standing there, with his gray-tan-brown hair sexily mussed by the wind, his absolutely perfect choice of clothing - tailored white shirt, long wool coat, black pants, black shoes and a fedora - draping his tall, muscular frame and his golden eyes locking on me. Leaning against the doorframe and not caring that I was only wearing very short shorts and an equally short T-shirt that bared a good inch of my stomach - Kellan wasn't attracted to me and I wasn't attracted to him, despite the fact that both of us were very attractive people and almost looked like we should be together - I asked him, "What's up?"
"Dressed up for our breakfast together as always, I see," Kellan responded, his mouth quirking into a smirk as he looked me up and down. "You really need to work on your memory, Cassandra."
"Oh [censored], that was today?!" I exclaimed in surprise. After being split up before the Crusades and then finally being reunited about two months ago, he and I had both agreed that we weren't going to lose touch for a thousand years again, and so we had made an agreement to go out to breakfast together and just talk at least once every month.
When Kellan nodded his head in confirmation, his smirk getting bigger - big enough to make me want to punch him on the arm to get rid of it - I motioned for him to come in and told him, "Wait here while I change."
"Although I'm sure the men at the diner would be rather pleased if you showed up looking like you do," Kellan called to me as I made my way down the main hallway of my apartment to my room, "I think that would be a good idea."
I could just see the teasing grin on his face as I shut the door of my bedroom, and, as I slipped into a clean, longer shirt and jeans, I couldn't help but shake my head and smile at Kellan's joke myself. In the four and a half millennia I had known him, he had always had a funny wit. It was one of the things that first originally drew me to him. Well, that and the fact that, once everyone else was long dead and gone, only he and I would remain, and he and I both knew, even when we were young immortals, that we wanted someone to be there for us through the ages.
"There. That's much better," Kellan told me, a genuine smile crossing his face as he saw me walk back down the hallway in my new - and apparently improved - outfit, and, unbidden, the memory of the night I had spent with him in Ancient Egypt came back to me. Even though that night had been a product of our collective youth and boredom and frustration with the lack of progress in human society around us, we still had slept together, and forty-six hundred years had not made me forget that.
Of course, it wasn't like we would be spending a night together again anytime soon, seeing as he was married to a woman he had given himself to and therefore had devoted his entire existence to and I was dating Tejuyo. Besides, no matter how attractive he was, he and I knew each other almost too well to have a romantic relationship, because the love we felt for each other was strictly friendly.
Pushing all of those thoughts out of my mind and simply focusing on having a good time with Kellan, I asked him, "You ready?"
Kellan nodded his head, and then opened the front door for me like a true gentlemen, even nodding respectfully at me as he told me with a kind smile, "After you, my dear."
"Thank you," I said, giving him a smile of my own, and, as I unwillingly noticed how his clothes clung to him in exactly the right places, I couldn't help but think that another forty-six hundred years wouldn't fade my memory of that night in Egypt at all.

"That was excellent, Kellan," I announced, as I pushed my empty plate away from me and rested my hands on my stomach. "And it's even more excellent that you're paying," I added with a smirk, and Kellan shook his head at me and smiled almost unwillingly. "Hey, this whole breakfast thing was your idea," I pointed out, "so the least you could do is pay for the time you're taking out of my Sunday morning."
"I suppose you're right," Kellan admitted, his smirk still lingering on his twenty-five-year-old-looking face - like mine - as he looked over at me, "especially since you could be spending this time with Tejuyo if you weren't with me."
"What's Maria doing, when you're here with me?" I asked, as the question popped into my mind, and I leaned forward some to place my hands on the edge of the table.
"Using this time to try to repair her relationship with her dad by going out to breakfast with him," he responded, and then reached over and took my hands gently in his to draw them towards him and study them almost intently, running his fingers lightly over the five millennia of scars and marks covering them. Finally, after a few long moments of him examining my hands silently and me watching him curiously, he looked back up at me to tell me thoughtfully, without letting go of my hands, "Your hands have many more scars than the last time I checked them."
A small smile came across my face as I reminded him, "The last time you checked them was nearly two thousand years ago."
"I know," he replied quietly, his eyes on mine with a startling intensity in them. "You still shouldn't have lived such a hard life to have gained so many scars." Without warning, he raised my right hand to his mouth and kissed my palm gently, leaving a heat imprint of his lips on my skin that sent slight and unwilling shivers running through me.
"That's the thing though, Kellan: I haven't lived that hard of a life. Just living beats you up, Kellan," I said quietly in answer, and he nodded his head in agreement, his golden eyes locked on mine.
"Why haven't you tried to find someone to survive life's pummeling with until now, then?" he questioned, searching my gaze inquisitively as he continued to hold my hands in his own, incredibly warm ones.
"Because no one else has actually loved me enough to stay with me and give me a reason to stay with them until now, with Tejuyo," I responded, rather taken aback by his question. I wasn't used to questions about love, seeing as I generally tried to avoid all talk of love. "Everyone else has just seen me as a piece of ass, and that's basically all I've ever seen them as too." I shrugged my shoulders in a sort of indifferent gesture, because I really hadn't cared about any of the men I had been with... until Tejuyo came along.
"You haven't given yourself to him, though, have you?" Kellan asked, and I was forced to shake my head and smile almost bitterly but happily too, because I knew that was for the best.
"No, and I've seen him a lot too, so I don't think I'm going to. I think it's for the best though," I ended, prompting Kellan to look at me questioningly again.
"Why do you say that?" His eyes were still on mine, although his expression was very intense now, and he let go of my hands here.
"Well, look at what happened to you when Selena died," I began. "You spent a thousand years and enough alcohol to intoxicate the entire Holy Roman Empire trying to get over the immediate pain of her death, and, even though you have Maria now, I still don't think you're completely over her. I don't ever want to give anyone that kind of power over me, Kellan, whether it is for the cause of love or not. For what is love, really, but power over another person with a pretty name?" I mused, and shook my head slightly to look back up at Kellan and end, "Love is not for me, Kellan, and I feel bad for you, that it seems to be very much for you."
"Well," Kellan started, still looking me in the eye, "you must have loved someone, Cassandra, at one point or another. After all, it is only-" - he paused here momentarily, and I could tell that he was about to say "human" but decided against it when he caught himself and realized that expression wouldn't work because neither one of us were human - "-part of existing to love someone. I mean, even animals love, or at least form bonds very similar to love."
"I guess I loved my family," I started slowly, "but they died so long ago that I've basically forgotten what that felt like. And I suppose I love you, Kellan." I met his gaze here to explain, "After all, I must at least tolerate you to have kept in contact with you for forty-six hundred years." That brought a smile to both of our faces, although my grin was more bitter and for show than anything else. "And I'm attracted to Tejuyo, of course, but I don't think I really love him, not in the way he loves me, at least."
"It seems like you have a very sad and empty existence, then, if I am the only living person you love," Kellan told me, his eyes on mine almost sympathetically.
"Like your existence hasn't been sad and empty?" I retorted. For some reason, his comment rubbed me the wrong way. "Did you actually use all that alcohol to get the Holy Roman Empire drunk?"
"I never said anything about my existence, Cassandra; I merely was commenting on yours," Kellan pointed out smoothly, a diplomatic smile meant to placate me on his face. "And yes, while my own existence has been very sad and empty in spots, at least the sadness and emptiness have been interrupted with, although they were short, periods of happiness due to the love I felt for others. It seems like your life has just been sad and empty the whole way through." When I didn't say anything in reply because he was right, Kellan asked me, drawing my gaze back onto his, "So why do you continue to live your loveless life then?"
"Because life is a game, and this is the only way I know how to play it," I immediately replied, and proceeded to explain. "Life really is a giant chessboard, with numerous individual games going on in each square that all factor into the main big game, and at any given point you are either a piece on one of those boards or a player of the game itself, or maybe even both. I think I know how to play the game pretty well, seeing as I've had so much experience at it, but I know I've been a piece in someone else's games many times too, but I really only know how to play the game one way, and that's without love."
"Oh," Kellan exclaimed quietly, his eyes locked on mine, and I could tell that he was about to say something else when I, in a desperate quest for a way to stop him from saying something else, glanced up at the clock, saw how late it was, and pulled my hands out of my Kellan's to tell him, "Listen, I have to go. Tejuyo and I are meeting up at eleven," which actually was true.
I then stood up and walked out of the booth to be stopped by Kellan's voice once more. "Even though you might not want it, I wish you luck in your relationship, that you may find love to make your existence not so sad and empty."
After a moment of regarding him and trying to come up with something to say, I finally responded, completely and utterly sincerely, "Thank you, Kellan." Then, after another pause, I added, "Goodbye, Kellan," and walked out of the restaurant, as I thought that my first real conversation about love maybe hadn't gone so bad after all.

[Wesley]

/*cries* They can't be dead! D: Noezz.... /*hits self* Oh, wait, sorry. I was pretty deep into that story. That's amazing. <33 I'll have to make up some creative ending that reveals the whole truth of what happened to Rain & Thunder and everything... C:

[Sonmi-451]

/*cries* They can't be dead! D: Noezz.... /*hits self* Oh, wait, sorry. I was pretty deep into that story. That's amazing. <33 I'll have to make up some creative ending that reveals the whole truth of what happened to Rain & Thunder and everything... C:

I'm glad you like it so much.

[the.kitsune.prince]

Is a CS dog allowed to be your fursona?

[Sonmi-451]

Is a CS dog allowed to be your fursona?

Of course. Mine is Siona, the dog in my siggy and the one my username is based off of.

[babyinspirit]

Your stories are so good! <Has been inspired to be creative>

[Sonmi-451]

Your stories are so good! <Has been inspired to be creative>

Thanks.

[Sonmi-451]

Selena (f) and Berry (m)

"Hey Berry," I greet, a smile coming across my face as I see my best friend of twenty years sitting at the table in the corner of my favorite cafe waiting for me.
"Selena!" he exclaims, and rises from his feet to wrap me in a huge hug that buries my face in his shoulder - he has about eight or nine inches on me, after all. "How are you?" he asks me warmly when he pulls back, his brown eyes searching my face. Like always, he is impeccably well-dressed in a black wool coat, a tailored white shirt and black dress pants with a Rolex gleaming on his wrist.
"I'm..." I begin, going to say 'fine' and then deciding against it because, considering that my sister died only two days ago, I'm really not fine at all. "Sad," I end up finishing, and Berry nods his head in understanding. He lost both his parents when we were ten, so I know that he knows all about exactly what I'm going through.
"Would it make you feel any better if I told you that you look beautiful, like always?" Berry asks me, as we sit down and I pull the coffee cup in front of me towards me to inhale the sweet scent. Berry knew me so well that he had already got me hot cocoa, what I had been drinking every time we had come here in the last fifteen years.
"No," I reply, "but thank you very much for trying." I give him another smile and then take a sip of my hot cocoa and turn to the rest of the cafe to peoplewatch, like I always do when I don't want to be in my own mind.
"This last year has been hell without you, Selena," Berry tells me quietly, and I turn over to find him gazing at me intently, with that mixture of emotions churning in his eyes that I've never been able to figure out.
"My last year hasn't been so great without you either," I respond, meeting his gaze evenly as I try to decode the odd mix of feelings swirling around in him.
I've just given up on trying to read him - he's always been impossible for me to figure out beyond his outwardly friendly nature - and have turned away to continue peoplewatching when Berry asks me, in a very hopeful and apprehensive voice, "Will you... will you go on a trip with me?"
When I turn back to him to affix him with a look of surprise and confusion, he elaborates, "Both my parents are dead and both my grandparents are in a nursing home on the East Coast, so there's nothing to hold me here and I just don't feel like staying here anymore, where all of my painful memories are, and I figured that maybe you would want to get away for a little while too."
"Where would we go?" is the first question out of my mouth. The farthest I've ever been away from home in Denver is to LA in California, so I don't have the slightest clue as to where to even go to get away.
"Wherever we wanted," Berry answers. "I have enough money that we could buy a house in almost every country in the world and still have a huge pile left over-" - I can't tell if he's exaggerating or not, because both his parents and grandparents were incredibly wealthy and all of them left their money to him - "-so money isn't an issue, and neither is time, seeing as we're both young and neither one of us has anywhere or anything we have to do."
"But... what would we do, if we were to travel the world?" I can't help but ask, as I think about all of the possibilities of Berry's offer.
"Explore, live, see the world; whatever the hell we wanted, Selena," Berry says earnestly, reaching forward to take my hand in his and compelling me to meet his gaze with his sheer willpower. "Whatever you wanted, really, wherever and whenever you wanted it," he adds, and that intense mixture of emotions that I can't figure out for the life of me comes back into his eyes.
"So what do you say?" he asks after a moment of silence, and I don't respond immediately, due to being caught up staring at Berry's hand over mine while mulling the offer over in my mind.
Basically what he's offering me is an all-expenses-paid vacation around the world with my best friend that doesn't even have to end, if we don't want it to. It's a way to escape Colorado and all of the pain he and I both have experienced here, and it's exactly what I need.
"When do we leave?" I say as I look back up at him, with a growing smile on my face.

"I think this has been the best evening of my life," I tell Berry sincerely as I stare up at the Parisian sky from my spot of laying on my back in the park grass. Not that many stars are visible, with us being in such a big city as Paris, but the ones that we can see are absolutely stunning.
It's been two months since Berry and I left on our trip around the globe with not even notes signaling our departure, and those last two months have been paradise. Every day, we've done and seen something new, and we decided early on to only spend a week in each city we chose to go to. So far, we've been to Venice, Athens, Rome, Prague, London, Berlin, Dublin and Paris, and we've made plans to go to Madrid next week. Berry and I have also grown a good deal closer over this trip - physically, because we've had to share a bed a few times - and emotionally, because we've both learned so much about each other and experienced so many incredible things with each other. We've both become more centered too, because this trip has revealed things about us to ourselves that we had no idea about before.
"I'm glad you liked it so much," Berry tells me with a smile as he looks over at me. With his arms folded behind his head as he gazes up at the stars, his shirt is riding up some, and I can see the bottom of his washboard stomach peeking out and distracting me. For some reason, it's taken this trip to reveal to me exactly how physically attractive Berry is; the fact that he doesn't have a girlfriend and hasn't ever had one in my memory makes me wonder if he's gay. Not that I care, of course; gay guys make the greatest best friends, and it's not my business anyways.
However, that doesn't stop my too-big mouth and irrational mind from looking over at him and asking, "Berry, are you gay?"
"What?" he exclaims in pure surprise at my question, and I scramble to explain myself.
"Well, you dress incredibly well, you take incredibly good care of yourself, you're savvy and smart, and I don't ever remember you having a girlfriend," I say, as I scan Berry's face for a reaction that will hint at his answer.
"Selena, I've never had a girlfriend all these years because I've always been chasing after this one girl that doesn't seem to know that she's being chased after," Berry tells me, and I nod my head in understanding while saying, "Oh, ok." Berry chasing around after a girl actually makes a lot more sense than Berry being gay, because he's not effeminate at all.
"Selena," Berry begins again, drawing my gaze back onto him to see that mosaic of feelings that has always puzzled me flashing in his eyes, "that girl is you."
"Oh," I exclaim quietly in amazement, my eyes locked on his. Throughout the twenty years we've known each other, I've never even had the slightest inkling of Berry's true feelings for me, which either makes me incredibly blind or him incredibly good at hiding them. After his previous comments, I have a feeling it's the former.
After a few moments of silence, Berry realizes that I'm not going to respond with nothing but my exclamation, and, very crestfallen and depressed, he asks me dully, "Is there anything else you want out of this trip? Because we can end it now if you don't want to be with me now."
"Berry," I begin, taking his face in my hands and forcing him to look me in the eye, "all I want right now is you." I then lean forward and kiss him, and, as his arms lock around me, I can't help but think that this moment is twenty years overdue.


Mystery (m) and Antidisestablishmentarianism (Anti for all intents and purposes) (f)

I was having the perfect day - I had finally been adopted by a family that wasn't repulsed by my odd coloring and markings, and the family was actually the kind of family I wanted to be adopted by, too, with a large house and even larger smiles - until I actually got into the house and met him.
His head was held high, his black fur entwined with red markings, his blue eyes narrowed as he looked at me. He was imperious, arrogant, hostile, narcissitic - and I didn't even have to know him to be able to tell that.
"Who are you?" he spat at me, his blue gaze x-raying me disapprovingly.
I didn't like the fact that he thought he was better than me, that he thought I wasn't worthy of his presence, so I answered, with a good deal of venom in my own voice, "My name is Anti, and I'm the new cat your owners just adopted."
I had a moment of smugness at the horrified look on his face - obviously he wasn't very pleased about the fact that we were going to be living together now - but my smirk completely disappeared when he recovered enough to ask incredulously and nastily, "Anti? What kind of name is that? Are you in opposition to something? Well, obviously you're opposed to politeness and cleanliness," he said, gesturing to my less-than-perfect appearance - you don't have much time or reason to make yourself look good when you're in a shelter - and it was then that I had had enough of his malicious teasing.
"Actually, it's short for Antidisestablishmentarianism," I cut him off curtly, "but I didn't think you'd be smart enough to pronounce my real name, much less know its meaning, so I dumbed it down for you." Honestly, I could barely pronounce my own name, and Antidisestablishmentarianism was a huge mouthful that I really didn't want to say, but, of course, I was going to use anything I had to make fun of him like he had made fun of me.
Then, when he didn't say anything after a moment - somehow I had achieved the almost impossible task of stunning him into silence - I stalked off into the rest of the house, looking for a place that I could call my own, preferably a place far away from him.

"Do you hunt?" a voice from behind me asked, and I whipped around to find him sitting there, watching me almost lazily.
"What?" I questioned in return, not really sure what he was asking. What was hunting?
"Do you hunt?" he repeated, sounded exasperated and annoyed with my stupidity. When I continued to look at him blankly, he explained even further, "You know, catching and killing mice and birds and grasshoppers?"
"No," I responded, shaking my head. "I've never been hunting. I've lived most of my life in a shelter, after all."
"Well, come on then," he said, in a beckoning tone, and turned away from me to walk out of the room, leaving me no choice but to follow.
He led us into the kitchen, where the humans were talking, and leapt up onto the woman's lap, all of his animosity and arrogance gone and replaced by an extravagant amount of pathetic meowing.
"Jim, I think the cats want to go outside," the woman told the man, as she set him down on the floor next to me and rose from her chair to walk over to the front door. She then opened it, and, with a beaming smile, said to us, "Alright, go on out and have fun. Just don't get lost!"
After we walked outside, she shut the door behind us, leaving us with no way to get back inside.
I began to panic some, as cats that got outside of the shelter and couldn't find their way back in often got eaten by coyotes or owls, but he didn't seem to notice my panic and muttered to himself, "Humans are so easy to manipulate."
When I exclaimed frantically, "We're stuck out here! We're owl and coyote meat!" he finally noticed that I was in the middle of a mental breakdown and turned to me to tell me, "Oh, cool it. When we want back inside, we just paw at the door and meow. Jennifer's very observant of her cats, after all."
"Oh," I exclaimed quietly, feeling very stupid for my extreme overreaction.
However, he didn't give me time to dwell on my foolishness, as he immediately turned back towards the huge expanse of woods looming in front of us, said with a smirk on his face, "This is going to be fun," and bounded off the deck.
After a huge sigh and prayer to God that we would both make it through this day alive, I bounded after him.

"So why exactly did we kill those mice and then just leave them behind?" I asked him as we made our way back to the house, leaving a trail of rodent terror behind us. In the few hours we had been hunting, he had taken down five mice and I had taken down three, which, as he grudgingly admitted, wasn't bad for someone who hadn't ever hunted before in their life.
"Well, the humans don't like it if we bring the bodies back, and the mice aren't exactly very good eating," he replied with a shrug, not bothering to look over at me while talking.
"So why did we kill them in the first place then?" I questioned, almost appalled by such an incredible waste of life..
Here he did look over at me to answer, seeming rather surprised at my surprise, "For sport. For amusement, basically. My God, you really don't understand the point of hunting, do you?" He shook his head and looked away from me again, his blue eyes almost luminous as he gazed off into the forest around us.
"No, I suppose I don't," I muttered to myself, shaking my own head at the basic point of hunting. I really didn't see the point in killing, in taking life, just for amusement, when I could amuse myself just as well with a mouse toy or a ball of string.
A few moments went by in silence before a question that had been lingering on the edge of my mind for a while popped back into my mind and I found myself saying, "You know, I've known you for almost a whole day now, and I still don't know your name. What is it?"
He looked back over at me for a long second and finally answered, "Mystery." A smirk crossed his face as he added, "You know, because I'm so irresistibly mysterious."
I couldn't help but laugh at that, and the rest of our conversation back to the house was lighthearted and actually enjoyable.

Throughout the proceeding weeks and months, I grew closer to Mystery - who wasn't nearly as mysterious as he would like to think. His sarcasm and arrogance and quick wit grew on me, and I found myself entranced by his blue eyes. I became a better hunter, and found that the point in hunting, for me, was to release my animal instincts that suddenly ran unbridled around in me, not just to kill for amusement. And, above all, I found that I was attracted to Mystery, although he remained as imperious and teasing as always and apparently oblivious to my feelings as well. Finally, it got to the point where I couldn't stand him not knowing any longer, and I made a resolution to tell him my feelings before he found out on his own.

"Is it alright if I sleep here?" a very familiar voice, almost as familiar to me as my own, questioned, and I looked up to find Mystery standing above me with an inquisitive and hopeful expression on his face.
It took a moment for me to overcome my surprise at his request - after all, this was the first time Mystery had actually asked for something without a sarcastic or mocking tone to his voice - and I immediately responded, "Of course," seeing this as an opportunity to tell him my real feelings, and scooted over to give him room to lay down on the bed next to me.
Because the bed was so small, Mystery and I were always partly touching, no matter how close to the wall I scooted, so I eventually gave up on trying to put space between us and just made myself comfortable, resting my head on my paws as I tried to think of a way to start telling him about my feelings.
Unfortunately, before I could even formulate a single thought, a wave of tiredness rolled over me, and I found myself being dragged out to the ocean of dreams by the rising tide of sleep.
Just before I lost consciousness completely, Mystery said three words to me, and it was only years later, when he and I were a happy couple and so used to each other that we could finish each other sentences, that I realized that was the first time Mystery told me, "I love you."

[Saoirselily2011]

wow these are so vute..