Gail and Darian Ch. 02

A/N: Sorry for the wait guys, I've been battling writers block and life has caught up with me. The story continues. Enjoy :) Read/Rate/Comment

~LateNightReader121

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Chapter 2 – Oranges

Gail fumbled with her keys as she tried to unlock her door, but she just couldn't get her fingers to work. Until finally the key went in and she turned it to unlock the door, she dropped her purse and jacket on the floor before the door closed behind her. Gail's tan skin was hot and she began to shed her clothes that stuck to her like a second skin.

Overcome with sexual hunger she rummaged through her nightstand drawer were she kept her vibrator. It looked like a purple engorged cock; with three settings and a rotating tip. 'What was it about that guy?' She asked herself as she felt how wet she was. She was already excited enough to begin without building up; her pussy needed to be fucked, now.

Gail lay on her back, her long dark hair splaying on the carpeted floor, putting the false cock at her entrance; the strange anthro's eyes filled her mind. She imagined him watching her as she pushed the toy inside; moaning as her walls clenched around it. Thrusting it inside her until she needed more and clicked a button; slow vibrations rumbled in her cunt, bringing her closer to release and making her exhale breathy moans.

She could smell her arousal in the air; heady and sweetly aromatic. She wanted to be fucked by this stranger, have his hot breath on her skin while being taken from behind; submissive to his every whim. Another click and the vibrators' motor worked harder to please Gail as she forced it within and away from her dripping sex.

A tight knot inside of her abdomen had formed; her muscles taut and flexed. So close to the edge now that sweat dotted her skin, chilling her as cold air hit them; like his tongue would after he tasted her flesh. Turning on the rotating tip now; it felt its way around her wet inner walls, stroking the orgasm from her. Until finally she came around the toy; involuntarily her cavity gripped and released it as her body trembled with electric jolts that emanated from her core. Gail lay in a heap on the floor catching her breath as the vibrator still buzzed away next to her spent pussy; while it trickled her succulent juices.

She got up, collecting herself as she walked on wobbly legs. Turning off the vibrator; washing it in the bathroom sink and safely returning it back to its designated spot. She gathered her clothes that had been strewn around the room and put them in the dirty hamper. Feeling her wetness slide down her thigh slowly she decided to hop into the shower again and clean herself up.

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Once out Gail put on clothes and left the house again to go grocery shopping. Her hungry fridge needed to be fed; so with her mental list she was out the door. As she walked down the street to a nearby grocery mart she couldn't help but think about that guy again. 'Who was he? It was like he almost knew me.' She thought, and shrugged it off 'Well it's practically impossible that I'll see him again; there are over two million people in Hyper City.'

Gail browsed while pushing a cart with a shaky wheel slowly through every isle; comparing prices and watching other people shop. When she got to the fruit section she stopped in her tracks; there HE was; examining a bag of cherries across from the oranges. She hid behind a cardboard cutout of some famous person promoting a new product. "Is he stalking me?" She asked before scoffing at the idea.

"He probably doesn't even remember me." Gail proclaimed to herself while peeking around the cutout to get another look at him; contemplating what to do 'Should I walk by him all nonchalant? If he stops me I'll say, oh you; you sat next to me at breakfast. How serendipitous to be seeing you again'

She gathered up all of her courage and leisurely pushed her cart over to the oranges. Her face flushed with embarrassment as she remembered what she had done to the image of him only an hour ago. She picked up a decent looking orange when a voice close to her ear said

"Mmm, smells delicious" He said in a seductive tone, that made her think he wasn't speaking about fruit. His hot breath created gooseflesh down her arm.

"Uh, yeah... I guess so." She stammered back, turning to look at his face; but regretted it once she did and found a devilish grin on his lips. 'There went my plan' She scolded herself in her head.

"And that tantalizing tang on the tongue when you suck in the juices." He was defiantly not talking about fruit. Almost all of Gail's courage had left her; and she was now cornered by a predator, making her his prey.

"Somehow I get the idea you aren't talking about oranges." She assumed bluntly; trying not to look him in the eyes while her face flushed a deeper red.

"Femme belle," he said in French, looking deeply in her eyes as he gently touched her shoulder making her shake

"Pourquoi ne vous tremblent propriété de ma tactile?" Gail didn't know what to say; she found those words melodious but was unable to understand them.

"Would you mind if I kissed you?" He asked quietly, his tail flicking from left to right behind him.

"Uh..." Was all she could muster, being so perplexed; first she met a stranger, and had a great sex fantasy about him, and now here he was asking if he could kiss her.

They say when we are faced with a predator our mind devolves and we go into a fight or flight reaction, sometimes during the flight reaction the brain shuts down, or plays possum.

Gail's knees felt weak, this had to all be some strange dream. The world turned dark around her, but before it consumed her she was left with sparkling green cat eyes staring at her with uncertainty and warm arms around her.

Something cold was pressed against her forehead when she gained consciousness again. It was quiet and cool were she laid; listening she heard soft breathing that wasn't her own. Her eyes took longer to open from the blinding light above her. But when they did she found that the last image she saw was the first thing now.

"Are you okay Abigail?" The anthro asked "You fainted a few minutes ago; it sort of caused a scene." Her mind was groggy and slow about thinking what to say when she realized she had never told this man her name.

"How do you know my name, only my mother calls me Abigail" She sat up; a frozen bag of peas falling to the floor. Looking around the room she was in, she saw it was some sort of office.

"Well you just went limp out there and someone suggested that we look in your purse to see if you were allergic to anything." He explained "Your ID was in there and I happened to catch your name." He gave a weak smile. Gail on the other hand was not amused at all; she was angry and felt a total violation of her privacy. Raising her arm quickly she gave the strange Werecat a good slap in the face.

His eyes went narrow and he growled at her. "How dare you hit me" he spat back at her, knowing he could never hit a woman unless she wanted him to.

"I go through the trouble of trying to help you and you reward me with a slap!" He was thoroughly mad now, as he glared at the beautiful woman before him.

"Well it was your fault I fainted in the first place, with your mysterious sexy eyes, and fancy French." She almost yelled, but felt the room to silent to shout.

"Me? How could I have not come up to you, your scent was driving me wild; hell it still is. I'm part animal you know" He said waving his tail in the air. Then something changed in Gail, she began to laugh uncontrollably. The anthro was silent, puzzled by what had made a change in her.

"What?" He finally asked, but she continued to laugh. He gripped her loosely by the arms making her look at him. A tear rolled down the side of her face, and the room was eerily quiet; only the sounds of their breathing audible. He gently slid one of his hands to her shoulder and then cupped her face; slowly pulling it close to his and kissed the tear that had stopped at her jaw.

"I'm sorry that was very forward of me" He said sheepishly releasing her from his grasp. Gail's mind was very clear now, and she began to repair the situation.

"I think we started this out wrong" she blushed "okay so maybe good, then bad. Can we forget about all of this, and start over?" He put out his hand for her to shake.

"I'm Darian" She shook his hand lightly; as she got up from the chair she was sitting on.

"Okay Darian I have groceries to buy and you are going with me." She grabbed for her purse and was out of the office in moments as he followed. Gail's cart was outside the door; she began to push it and continued down the aisles.

"So what are we getting today?" He questioned walking in step with her. She thought back to her mental list and all she needed last was milk and eggs.

"A few more things" She said picking up a half gallon of milk. "Tell me about yourself." He observed her quietly

"What do you want to know?" He inquired

"Well, I don't know...anything." She answered unsure

"Okay. I'm a Werecat, if you didn't notice, I just moved to the city, I live with my sister, and I find you very attractive." Gail looked back at him and saw that same cheeky grin. "So what about you Miss Abigail"

"It's just Gail." She corrected, opening a carton of eggs, checking for cracked ones. "I'm the only daughter of two average humans; I've lived alone in Hyper City for three years. And your cute I'll give you that." She guided the cart into a checkout aisle

"Favorite color?" He asked with a smile, unloading the groceries

"What are we five?" There was a pause "Green" She looked up at him, watching how his muscles flexed beneath his shirt.

"Blue" He said simply "Now ask me something, doesn't matter what." Gail considered what to ask

"Will you help me take this back to my apartment?" She paid the cashier and began to gather the bags.

"Who could say no to you Gail?" He laughed and picked up the rest of the bags. "Where to femme belle"

"What does that even mean?" Her words sounded on the verge of anger, but truthfully his French accent excited her.

"It means beautiful woman, and I only say it because it's true." He stopped her, standing before her; his tall broad shouldered body devouring her in his shadow as people rushed by and his tail flicked behind him. The wind picked up and swept her hair onto her shoulders.

"I am drawn to you with every fiber of my being; one whiff of your scent drives me wild on an animalistic level, when I look at you I see a vision of beauty, the likes of which that are only ever in my dreams. And if you think I am here to titillate you into bed, you are mistaken, not that I would mind pleasuring you all night." With that he continued walking towards her apartment, following her scent as she followed behind.

They arrived moments later; Gail unlocked the door, holding it open for Darian; his hands occupied with bags. He strode into the kitchen, setting down the groceries and looked at her contemplating face. She was leaning against the countertop examining her shoes. Darian stepped closer to her, placing his hands on either side of her, his tail caressing her thigh; as she kept her head down he gently kissed her forehead before asking.

"Come on, let's put away the groceries." She looked up at him, his eyes sparkling.

"Okay." She said, and began to put the food away, Darian silently joined her; he knew that she needed her space to think things through, a lot had happened. In a few minutes everything was put away and Gail was ready to talk. She sat down on the couch in the living room, patting the cushion next to her, beckoning him to sit with her.

"So, where do we take this?" She asked with a sigh, running her hand through her long dark brown hair.

"That depends, were do you want to take it?" he said back calmly.

"You know that's not an answer. You say you don't just want to have sex with me, so what?" She requested

"We do what two normal people do when they are attracted to each other, we date. Is that such a terrible thing? I didn't think I look that terrible." He said while sliding closer to her.

"That's something I haven't done in a while." Gail bit her lip a bit ashamed, looking out the window as a bird perched on the sill.

"Well, would you like to try with me? I put the seat down, I cook, and I'm pretty sure I could entertain you late at night." He gave a toothy grin and put his arm around her, the hairs on her neck stood up.

"You're not going to give up on me are you?" The smile on his face told her the answer was no. "So what now" She questioned "you want to get me out of these clothes?" Sarcasm oozed from her voice as Darian got up.

"Mmm, that's a tempting offer darling, but I'm hungry." He leaned in close to her and spoke softly. "I'll go back into the kitchen make us some lunch; you stay here, kick your shoes off, put your feet up, and relax" He surprised her with a soft kiss on the nose, that stunned Gail for a moment. Darian walked off to the kitchen his tail swaying happily behind him, this made Gail smile; she'd never noticed how his tail gave away his emotions so easily.

She took off her shoes then stopped herself. 'Why am I doing what he told me to do?' She thought to herself 'I have never been one to take orders. Who is this guy? He's Darian the Werecat!' She rolled her eyes 'Saying it like that makes him sound like some sort of superhero. Well technically he did save me.' She shook her head 'No, he caused that to happen, so it doesn't count. He is making me lunch though, so maybe he deserves some credit.' Gail thought in circles, her feelings clashing with her brain; later she was brought out from her inner battle when an appetizing aroma reached her nose.

She rose from her seat and ambled to the source of the scent; her small feet not making a sound on the floor. She quietly sat on a bar-stool by the bar and studied the man before her. His body swayed with a grace she could only hope to attain; every move calculated. He chopped vegetables with quick precise motions, lifted the board and knife sweeping the freshly chopped items into a large pan on the stove which also contained thin slices of chicken.

When he swiftly turned around to grab for the bottle of soy sauce, he stopped and noticed that Gail had been watching him. She opened her mouth to speak, but he put a finger to her mouth to silence her; face flush crimson from being caught.

"Do you want to help?" He asked her in a whisper, she did not reply; just stood up and walked into the kitchen with him.

"I'm making a stir-fry; I wasn't sure what you liked. And you can't go wrong with a stir-fry." He smiled weakly at her, unsure of what she was thinking.

Abigail herself didn't know what she was thinking either. A part of her wanted to just watch him cook for her, and the other part wanted to touch him. It was like there were aphrodisiacs in the air; she had the strongest urge to taste his skin, feel his hair run through her fingers, caress his cat-like ears, smell his musky scent that lingered in the air around him.

He turned his back to her, attending to the now cooking vegetables in the pan. She stood behind him, reaching out to touch the soft material of his shirt and press her hand against his firm muscles underneath. He acknowledged her touch but did not react to it, and let her continue.

With both hands now she traced his shoulder blades and slowly down his back, when she crossed the dip of his spine, he shivered and the hairs on his arms stood up. Gail in turn trailed down his toned arms, feeling the muscles flex as he continued to cook while she explored his body with her eyes and hands. She brought her hands to his ribs, following the natural flow of his person; finding a sex set of six pack abs. Gail continued down until reaching his navel; softly circling it before pulling back and caressing his firm hips, then slipping her hands under his shirt. She felt the warmth of his skin there and drew patterns with her soft fingers; bringing the flesh there to rise with tiny bumps. Darian's tail wrapped itself around her right thigh, caressing closely to her center.

Gail pressed her chest to his clothed back, wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder blade. Listening for his heartbeat beneath but hearing instead a loud purr that came from deep within him.

Darian turned the stove off, and moved the pan not wanting it to burn. He placed his hand on hers, slowly turning around to see her face. There was tenderness about her, like the walls she had put up to keep out heartbreak had somehow dissipated. He saw her in her most fragile form; cupped her face in his large hand, gently guiding it to his as he leaned down to her.

Their lips mingled together, her arms going around his neck as he reaching down to pick her up. Gail wrapped her legs around his waist, both of his hands supporting her butt. He squeezed the flesh there, feeling her moan into his mouth. Darian lightly bit Gail's lip, pulling it away from her; letting it slide through his teeth before he returned to her mouth. She licked the seam of his lips, when they opened their tongues circled and tasted each other before breaking apart.

He set her down on the counter and ran his hands up her thighs, inhaling the soft scent her person. He stopped for a moment, controlling his animalistic lust to look into her eyes and ask

"Are you sure?" His voice genuine and eyes filled with need.

"Yeah, I'm sure." She replied before she changed her mind about him again. He kissed her softly, taking hold of the bottom of her shirt and slowly bringing it upward. Cold air surged around Gail's stomach and chest; her nipples becoming visibly harder through her thin brassiere. He slid his hands up her flat belly to cup her supple breasts; squeezing and kneading them as he pushed his hardening member against her with more force.

Her moans echoed in the open kitchen, arms supporting her weight, head tilted back in enjoyment. Darian kissed her neck, lightly biting the flesh there as he unhooked her bra and licked the bite marks soothingly before dropping the red lace bra onto the floor. He thumbed her erect nipples while sucking on her earlobe as her breathing became uneven and he felt her legs tighten around his hips. With the tip of his tongue he lightly licked her left nipple, bringing the sensitive tan flesh into his mouth; suckling then circling it with his tongue. Gail was chewing on her lip, face scrunched up in what to him seemed like discomfort; he stopped his ministrations.

"Are you okay? I can ease off if it's too rough." He said before she gripped the sides of his face and kissed him firmly, pressing her sex into him.

"I need you" She stated her face going crimson "please, will you fuck me? I just need you inside me, I don't know why...but please..." Her demands dazed Darian; he had been holding back his animal arousal, and here Gail was flustered, and overcome with need. He only had to think for a moment before springing to action.

He kissed her deeply as his fingers were busy undoing her pants. Releasing her lips, he gently lifted her from the counter and pulled down her jeans and panties. Gail stepped out of them in time before he lifted her; she gave a playful squeal as he hoisting her over his shoulder like a primitive caveman bringing home a bride.

"Couch" she said "I've got condoms there." Darian wore a devious smile; he firmly slapped her left ass cheek. She gasped but Darian ignored it saying

"You bad girl, I'm going to have to punish you." He gave her other ass cheek a good slap and gently set her down on the soft couch. He looked down at her, staring deeply into her eyes. He saw that she was playing along well; she knew he didn't mean to truly harm her.