It surprised her to know that Tobias actually knew how to swim. Although his leopard half should know the skill, she did not think that he would actually know how to do it at all. He always made sure that any water source they were near, whether it was the bathtub, or the ocean, or one of the lakes within the woods in the South, Tobias kept quite a clear distance from it. The way his dark eyes seemed to narrow with discord as he admitted this secret technique caused the woman below him to remain quiet and drop the matter entirely. As for him not understanding that she would be afraid of taking the next step in their relationship, well, that wasn't surprising at all. She wished she could help him understand that she was a bit nervous about such a thing, but she was at a loss to explain it. She knew he feared water, but since he could swim, she wasn't quite sure how to press the matter any further. Even though he proclaimed the act not scary at all, she did not believe him. All she could do was quietly stare back up at him. As he grins and declares himself as a good kisser she cannot help, but relay a soft giggle as one hand slides through his dark thick hair once more, the palm of that same hand resting at the side of his face, murmuring softly as her cheeks turned hot pink.

"Yes Tobi, you are very good at kissing."

The deviant had a high level of self-confidence, a bit annoying at times, and yet it was a trait the meek woman wished she had. She was sure that perhaps the way she acted, the way she spoke, or the way she held herself would be a bit better if she could obtain that high-level self-realization of self-assurance. Once more she sees that dirty scowl appear on his handsome face and she gently removes her hand from the side of his face. That he was to wait, for who knows how long it would take for her to allow them both to take the next step, is something that she would not change. She would not rush such things as the latest social pressure demanded. Raven knew she was fragile and absolutely not ready for such a thing, but she would appreciate it if he took the time to wait. After all â€" all good things come to those that wait. When he asks what day she has no answer. She just lies there quietly, feeling one of his rough thumb and fingers tease and taunt her pale sensitive skin from below the shirt. Readiness cannot be pinned down to a certain day or time, but before she can utter an answer she is easily distracted by the kisses he gives her and how the travel down her neck.

Allowing him the ability to slip her shirt off, she holds her breath again as she feels the cool fabric leave her skin, wondering just how come he was capable of doing such a task so easily, worried eyes looking up at his own. He does not stare at the different jagged scars that travel up and down her lithe frame, hardly bothered by such a thing, watching as he removes his own shirt. She would be a liar if she did not admit she rather enjoyed the sight of his tone physique, but the glimpse was brief as he lowers himself over her again capturing her lips. The feel of his warm tanned skin brush against her rough and smooth skin permitted a sudden electric fire through this touch, finding such a feeling quite enthralling. Once more his kisses travel down her neck, but now they are no longer blocked by her shirt he is allowed to go farther, and her eyes close as she feels each kiss travel down slower and farther, her heart hammering enjoying how each kiss left a seething and intoxicating touch the moment his lips leave and go to their next stop. Her eyes would reopen as she feels his lips linger at the hem of her jeans, and as he speaks that what he had done was good, she cannot help but quietly slowly nod her head in agreement, truly not thinking what he had done was bad at all.

Suddenly she feels her body move from below to above, finding herself straddling on top of him. As he snickers in delight she blinks and looks down at him, unsure with how he was able to flip their positions so swiftly. It feels oddly wrong. She was a submissive creature, hardly putting herself above anyone, literally of figuratively, and being on top of Tobias did not feel right. It felt natural, it felt right, it felt safe being blow him and now that she was no longer below him, she simply stares down at him, a bit frazzled. As he utters it is her turn now she simply stares with much uncertainty in just what she was supposed to do. Slowly she extends her hand to his face and pushes his dark hair out of his eyes, blue-grey eyes meeting his own, as she stares at him quietly, nervously murmuring.

"I...I don't know what you want me to do? It does not feel right to be on top."

He had said it was her turn, and so, she assumed perhaps he wanted to mimic what he had done. One hand tentatively touches his upper torso, allowing her hand to gently stroke down his well-toned form. It felt like a spark of electricity when she touched his tanned skin, and she brought her hand down, her fingertips dragged that enthralling sensation of her sensitive touch enjoying the electrifying feeling. Feeling unusually bold she leaned down and kissed him back, feeling the skin on their chest meet once more, and slowly she would create her on trial of kisses down his frame, and once she got near the hem of his jeans, she would travel back up and stop at his lips. Stopping for a moment as her eyes locked on his own, unsure if whatever she was supposed to be doing, was being done correctly.

Raven Clocksworth.