Always she carried herself in a humble and gracious light. The woman remained always a calm and steady, docile creature. She was hardly one to suddenly have an outburst or show any sort of boisterous action. It was noticeable when she was incredibly exultant or miserable, but when she was irate she would show her fury at the last moment before she came undone. As a woman she was quite turbulent with her emotions and yet she hardly wished to share them. It wasn't because she was embarrassed to do so. It was due to the fact that within her upbringing they didn't want her to show her emotions in fear that they could trigger that feral side of her to come out. Once more Tobias was breaking down the walls she had so long built. In this moment there was no need for her to be in control. Rather it was perfectly acceptable for the woman to loosen up and allow those sensations to flare up her emotions. Eagerly she matched his own space allowing herself to not think, but rather go with the flow and let her instincts take control. Her moans seemed to not only encourage the man to further but actually provide the woman a vocal release of those pent up emotions or urges she never knew existed. With each roll of his hips, discomfort was lowered and pleasure increased. The poor girl was coming, literally, quite undone. The feeling of his hands roaming against her smooth flesh was enough to entice the woman to continue, those heated and yet at the same time melodic sounds. Once more their lips crashed and no longer could she take this, the woman increasing the speed. As she reached her peak she could feel Tobias simply let go, hearing how he groaned out her name was satisfying to hear. To know that she had done something right, something that not only pleased her, but pleased him at the same time was enough to give the girl a few more doses of self-confidence. In this moment the girl was feeling exuberant.

Her breathing remained unsteady as she tried to catch control of her breathing. Her mind was in a haze as her hands gingerly rubbed the back of his skull through his shaggy dark hair. She rather liked the fact he had grown still, not moving, but still allowing them to be connected in this manner. This felt right, and even Raven knew that wasn't the right word, there was no phrase she could come up with that would explain how this felt to her. The bond between them was humming with life. Never before had they connected together in such a way as this. That closeness between them was absolutely perfect and she was craving for more. There was a spark of something unexplainable in her eyes that darkened gaze looking up to her mate in such a loving gaze with a hint of something else...lust? As he pressed her lips to her own, she returned the gesture gingerly, sweetly so as not to restart what they did. After all they both needed to catch their breath. As he shifted off her, only then, could she feel the cold sting of the winter wind grazing against her pallor sweat-coated skin. Though the winter air was indeed refreshing she still felt his warmth. Before they finally became one she had been craving a closeness that she could not describe. Now she wanted nothing more but to be ever closer to him. As he pressed his side to her, she responded in turn allowing her shoulder to brush up against his own. Usually she was the one to begin the hand holding gesture. As his fingers gently entwined against her own, she eagerly clamped her fingers around his, holding his hand in a firm gesture, gently squeezing it. A silent way of saying 'I love you' or 'thank you.' She felt lighter, like she was liberated. He did that to her, for her. His comment caused the woman to blush profusely. Hearing that rich baritone chuckle comforted her in more ways than one. His wide grin was enough to melt her heart and she couldn't help, but present him with such a devious simper. Her voice holding a mischievous note, one that was so unfamiliar coming from someone like her.

"You aren't so bad yourself."

Quietly she leaned into him kissing him softly and lying her head against his chest. Her free hand moving to place it on his side. Her fingers gently trailing up and down in a gentle gesture. She could feel how both their hearts were thumping madly, but as they laid there in silence she could feel how both their hearts were calming. Soon enough their hearts were beating in time together, their breathing matching. Even though they were not together physically, it would seem their souls were well in-tuned to the other. When he began to shift away from her, she allowed their hands to let go, blue-grey eyes watching him with a curiosity and a hint of fear. For so long they had been together this was the first time in years since they accomplished this pivotal step. For a moment she thought he was going to leave her now, and move on. Her greatest fear was abandonment, after she had given him not only her heart, but her entire soul. It would seem he caught this, because when his lips brushed against her cheek all her fears slowly fazed away. Truly she should know by now that he was not leaving her. Yet for all the damage and pain she had endured for so long who could blame her for thinking the worst? His verbal promise was enough to shake away any other fear she had left. He had never broken a promise and she doubted he would start now. She did not move from her spot, rather she allowed herself to embrace the cold as she listened to the sound of the man shuffling around in the car. She breathed a sigh of relief when she didn't hear the motor start. As he game back she threw him a small simper, hardly concerned for the moment that he was seeing her entirely, the girl not making a move to cover herself up. As he rolled onto his stomach and propped himself upwards she managed to do the same, across from him. That he was allowing her to open presents before the big day was surprising. With a grin she opened the well-done wrapped up gift, taking out the bottle her eyes widening. No one had ever given her something as luxurious as this. For a woman that never cared for looks or luxury goods, or had one to her name, even she knew the value and worth of this particular gift. A quick kiss of thanks was given to him as she took the tap off and gingerly sprayed it on herself, glancing at her mate with an impish simper.

"Then I shall have to tease you and wear it every now and then."

It pleased her to know that even when he would not be in control he could at least enjoy this particular scent that might satisfy him. As animals scent was quite important. It allowed them to know who belonged to who. How close one was to another. Tobias' scent on her was enough to cause other males to stay away from her. She was claimed and she belonged to someone else. Although she females seemed to want to be around her mate. They too would catch her own scent upon him, marking her as his. Although on the outside Raven wasn't as upfront with her possessive nature, it was still there. After all the waitress with the cat ears, Alicia, learned this the hard way. Tobias wasn't the only one that could be a bit...deviant...and have some anger and possessive issues to work on. Setting the bottle gently down her dial titled to the side in a genuine curious manner. It was evident to see which gift belonged to which side of her mate. Carefully she took the unusually wrapped gift opening it and revealing what was in it to the both of them. Her own eyes widen, as it did when she received the recognized and notable perfume. Her eyes went up to see his own, as her finger and thumb gently stroked the leather shocked and pleased with the made item. It was kind of him, thoroughly kind of him to create something for her. Never before had she seen him create anything like this. Her own voice held awe as she gestured for the man to help her place the leather on her left wrist.

"I did not know he could create either, he did a lovely job."

Indeed his craftsmanship was exquisite. This did not look like something he just slapped together. It was noticeable that he took such a painstakingly long time to even take the time to create something like this. Raven had no idea that her mate was capable of creating something. There were so many things she did not know about her mate that she wished to know. Surely his sane self thought the same thing. As he finished up getting the leather bracelet around her wrist she took her hand close to her, once more admiring it. Now the woman was bearing all different items that indicated who she belonged to. In the Were world his scent alone was enough to mark her as his, but the marks within her neck were signs that indeed she was one of his. She always wore the titanium necklace he had given her for their first Christmas together. She could still remember how that went. He demanded she say he was the most prettiest of all the boys and agree to be his girlfriend, only then would she receive his gift. Of course the woman wanted nothing more than to be his. He gave her this particular gift believing the cat would watch her when he couldn't. Now she was wearing the perfume he liked and the bracelet he had created for her. All these things tokens of not just love and affection, but a clear statement of who she belonged to, and for her, belonging to someone meant everything. Happily she pressed her lips to his own, deepening it for a moment and then breaking the kiss, leaning her forehead against his own, whispering softly.

"I love my gifts, thank you so much Tobias. And thank you...for everything tonight."

Raven Clocksworth.