Touch. To her is was not a good thing. Always when another touch her it was to cause her pain. Yet meeting the deranged boy, not once, had he harmed her in some sort of fashion. Even though his touch was always in feline form she had grown used to his golden spotted fur melting into her thick ebony hide. It was skin on skin that she was unfamiliar with. His arms wrapped tightly around her had caused the woman to sit still while she panicked, blue-grey eyes widen as she held her breath. As the hammock began to slow down, her heart beat would do the same once he let go. His praise and smile was returned with a shy one on her scarred façade as her form began to relax some, the sway of the hammock and his arms not around her being a major help. Hearing a sound, almost like a purr caused the woman to tilt her head slightly curious as to how he would achieve such a thing. As he began to touch and feel his new bed, she observed quietly noticing the awe and delight on his youthful like features. It wasn't like her to provide anyone a gift let alone something to appreciate. To see him actually like the kind gesture only provided the woman the idea that maybe she wasn't as useless and dangerous as her pack led her to believe. Maybe she was okay. After questioning his demand and hearing the affirmed 'yes' she unwillingly lowered her form beside his. As she laid beside him that instant primal need, to be against another, felt so right, but at the same time, out of place for her. She was used to being alone, used to leaning up against cold metal than warm flesh. The wolf within her craved this sort of desire to be beside another, but past experiences held her back. To touch was to receive pain and although he hadn't done anything of the sort that didn't mean he would never do it, it was simply only a matter of time. That thread of trust for him was fragile and anything could break it.

Making the deal to watch one another's bed was simply a kind gestured she was offering. Lucian would be bringing others within the warehouse soon. She was well aware of his desire to have a pack and after helping him furnish and remodel those bedrooms, she knew it was only a matter of time before the silence within the warehouse would be overrun by the others. Even though she felt safe with her crook, far from the others that didn't mean she would always be safe. Lucian had been adamant about his wish for her to join his pack. His offer was denied, over and over again, because she could not bring herself to trust complete strangers and create that bond. Once more past experience had taught her that if she couldn't develop that coveted bond with her own blood pack then she simply couldn't do that with others. At this rate she trusted Tobi far more than Lucian, but Alexis she trusted her wholeheartedly. As he picked her hand up, she would watch as he shook it assuming this was his agreement to her thoughtful motion. With her form leaning into his now that they were both in the hammock she could feel her stiff form start to relax, slightly, enjoying the new warmth she felt. When he shook and dropped her hand, she would gingerly start to stroke the scars along her arm in a calming manner. Asking if she was magical only caused her to blush with embarrassment, never hearing someone claim that she was quite extraordinary. Yet when he asked about her face, it caused her own head to shift upwards, blue-grey eyes staring into his darker eyes. Her fingers would quickly reach her disfigured face, nimble fingers tracing parts of her scars as she felt her cheeks were awfully hot. Not wanting to speak about the scars, whether he was addressing them or not, she thought it best she focus on the new color of her cheeks.

"Oh, I am....blushing...it happens when I am embarrassed."

Lifting her form upwards she was now sitting beside him when she decided to show him an object that was a little bit more magical than simply hanging up couple of sacks and old fishing nets into a hammock. Seeing him eagerly reach for it as she opened the piece allowing him to see the blue electricity that hoped inside it. It was when his hand pulled back she noticed how wary he looked. She would not hurt him. She had no need to do such a thing to him and for him to look at her like that, it made her feel slightly unsafe. When an animal felt threatened, in any way, it would take on the stance to fight or flight and seeing how they were both predators it was obvious to see which one they would choose. But as she pulled the chain off from around her neck, she would hand it to him, watching as his fingers took the titanium object, his fingers briefly touching her palm. As he slipped the pocket watch on, the chain hidden from his long hair as he dropped the watch underneath his shirt, she couldn't help but give him a ghost of a smile happy to see him accept the gift. It may be from her pack, but it did not belong to her. As he leaned his toned form over her an odd, unknown thought appeared in her head as her body instinctively went back down, her back touching the hammock lying underneath him. Puzzled from her action and his own she noticed him clutching an object as he settled back beside her. She simply stared at it unsure with how she was to react to it. He was the first one to offer her a gift, the sack at the other warehouse the night they met, but now that he was offering her one of his toys it was still a shock to her. Cautiously she plucked the toy leopard from his hand giving him a shy grin.

"Thank you, it kinda looks like you."

If there was something she had not developed during her time within her pack, it was to be possessive. She had kept the dagger she found from the shop simply because she felt it belonged to her, now as the only survival of her pack. She stole the pocket watch from the sailor on the docks because that particular one belonged to her Alphas. As he rolled onto his side still against her that feeling of unease was slowly fading away. Her head would shift when she heard his offer to stay here beside him for the night. It was odd that he would want her this close beside him, always she was told to stay a few feet away from him because she smelled like dog. Why he would accept her right beside him she hardly understood. Once more that primal need to be beside him, to be near him was attempting to overrule the human part of her that was denying such a request. Maybe for one night she would accept his offer. It wasn't like this was going to be their new ritual before they went to sleep. It was just a one night thing, right?

"No, I have no pack....but maybe I will sleep with you, just...don't squash me."

She was used to sleeping alone and not against another, but she was willing to try this. Just to see what it would be like to sleep beside another. It was a huge step for her in her ability to trust another and if she hoped to one day be able to trust him, and others, then she would have to take this step. Yet before she took the plunge she figured they might as well have a quick snack before they do this sleep over...she never had one before.
"I can do that, but since we're awake I saw Lucian bring in more snacks, you want a s'more?"

Throwing him a kind smile she would get up slowly crawling over him, her shirt lifting slightly as she reached for catwalk railing. Some new oddly etched scars could be seen in her pale flesh underneath her shirt, as she managed to get herself on the catwalk, golden brown curls bouncing behind her shoulders,as she headed towards the kitchen to prepare the quick treat.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven