Necessities of Survival

Lester comes to a decision. His left arm touches T'salam's shoulder and she stares at him with anger. Her expression melts when she sees the smile on his face and in his eyes, "Sis, be sure this is what you want. There's no reversing this. I'd be lying if I said I wasnt attracted to you, even after you changed."

He stares at the ceiling again, "And I'm left wondering....what am I offering to this? I'm a wolfman now, with the same capacity for bodily harm. Don't you find that dangerous? Extremely risky? I mean....I'm a monster now..." Her responce is to get back on top of him. His hands rest on the front of her shoulders as she bares down on him. Her face is uncomfortably close to his, "Are you still afraid?"

"No," he responds as he siezes the initiative. She's suprised when their lips meet and his hands grab her back and pull her towards him. The surprise doesn't last as the emotion is overwritten by other, stronger emotions.

Acceptance. Commitment. Happiness.

Love

T'salam was afraid to open her mouth because she wasn't sure how she would react. Unfortunantly, Lester lightly **** her mouth open with his tongue and explored the inside of her mouth. Her body seemed to respond on it's own, skin softening and muscles loosening. She pushes him lightly away, staring down at him with drool on her chin, "Bro....that was...different...and unlike you...plus, you called me sis....not my name..." His breath is even but slightly rough, "It's also unlike you, sis...to call me that....you haven't called me that since...."

Memories surfaced. Memories he had forgotten. A promise had been made, one that they had made together. He tried to grasp at it, but it eluded him. "...since....we made that promise to each other...near the cactus barriers....you stopped calling me that...because..."

"We can't do that, sis! We may be the only two of similar age but a relationship with you is just wierd!"
"Fine! I'll just have to stop being your sister then!"

His eyes snap open, not realizing he had closed them. Sadness fills her eyes, tears falling onto his fur, "You remember....I had...had hoped you wouldn't....but now that you do..." Her self control breaks as she falls into sobs. She tries to pull away but Lester doesn't let her go. Eventually, she caves in and holds him as she vents her sadness.

Lester layed there, trying to ease her torment by lightly stroking her back and dark grey hair. He was right; he had made the wrong choice. But the choice wasn't revealed to him until now.