Kawaii-Chan and Zane - Afterwards

Afterwards

Zane's eyes go wide, as if his mother had turned on the light above him, demanding he get ready for school. But seeing complete darkness, he sighed, snuggling back into the sheets. He turned on his side, nearly letting out a yell to what he saw.

There was a heap of curly pink hair. And underneath it, he knew could only be one person. After catching a glance at her ears and a small tent close by her backside that he could only assume to be her tail dancing under the sheets, he knew he was right.

Kawaii-Chan.

That- but how? A flash goes through his mind as every detail of what had just happened an hour before plays through his head like a movie. He's able to recall every detail, and it makes him fidget with discomfort.

A soft sigh echoes through the room and he takes a nervous glance at her. She was still asleep. Good. Better for him so he could concentrate on how to punish himself for his actions later.

How could he be so irresponsible?! Zane smacked his forehead, quite awkwardly I might add, due to him not wanting to wake the Meifwa with his unholy disappointment. Turning more on his back, he cocked his head, and looked out the window at the millions of stars shining through. Well there weren't millions. He really could only see three. But that'd what he gets for living close to the city.

A sudden pressure comes on his shoulder. Kawaii-Chan's cheeks caress onto his arm. He takes this moment to examine her, finally realizing the damage he had caused her.

It was her first time. Obviously. And when she wakes up in a few hours, she will be anything but happy.

Oh geez.

Zane looks at her small form, her knees bent, as if she was trying to get closer to him.

Wait a second- he wasn't even the one who said they should-

Another flash passes through his mind. His brain for some reason a train station. Guess that's why they call it a train of thought.

That was a terrible metaphor.

He was quite surprised he hadn't been the one to make the first mood. Kawaii-Chan had persuaded him to help her with something, though she never told him what that something was. Zane would like to assume it wasn't the shaking of the sheets but- who knows.

After being welcomed purfusley by his mother, much to Zane's embarrassment, she slowly closed his bedroom door behind her, and instead of those wide innocent eyes, her eyes were filled with a single strong emotion: lust.

After having listen to Aphmau explain that werewolves had a certain "time of heat" He couldn’t help but wonder if meifwas had the same thing. Kawaii-Chan would wake up, maybe not recalling anything. And like him she would gasp in surprise of his sudden presence. After that? He wasn't to sure.

Shit.

What if she got pregnant? Zane's eyes grew even wider if possible, his breath hitching. Him? A dad? That- that simply wouldn't make sense.

She would make a good mother though.

Zane takes this thought out of his head, unbelieving still.

If she is pregnant...

I won't...

Leave.

Took his whole pride to swallow that pill. Zane shook his head, telling his mind to stop jumping to assumptions. There was still a possibility that she wasn't. And besides, he had noticed she had the remind me app for certain times of the month. He could probably sneak onto it, and calculate the chances.

Everything would be fine.

Relax. Breath. Imagine Ein on a skewer. Zane feels his body becoming less tense as he takes one last glance at the girl besides him.

I just hope I didn't hurt her too bad.

It's not like she didn't hurt him.

She had announced her presence by pouncing on him, her claws digging deep into his shirt and threatening to dig into his skin if he didn't respond.

Her eyes were wide and needed. She hadn't really known where to go from there, which gave Zane some sort of comfort that this was still Kawaii-Chan. That is until her purrs crescendo and with a single swipe, his grey tank top was ripped down the middle.

At first he had demanded she stop. That she should think about what could happen. But after she kissed his neck and her lips suddenly met his.

Screw it.

He turned them over, and hunger and lust filled the room.

Man she was hot.

Ok.

Zane glances at the digital clock on his dresser. 2:11. He looks at Kawaii-Chan, her face snuggled deeply into his arm.

He awkwardly moves it a bit. She is still snuggling into it, but it now rests more under her head. Zane holds her closer letting in a awkward breath as he does so.

Not like this was the most intimate thing we did tonight.

Kawaii-Chan purrs slightly, and Zane relaxes, gently stroking the tips of her ears. He kisses her forehead. "Sleep tight, kitty."