It felt good to have Neil touching and caressing her scars. It wasn't just for the sensual feeling it gave, because that was good too, but it was the emotional lift it gave. Acceptance. Neil saw her at her most vulnerable, grief stricken in the dojo, and her disfiguring scars. To him she wasn't a warrior of the people, but a woman. He saw all that and accepted her for who she was. Alison only wished it was possible to tell him about her life as a werewolf, it hurt not to be able to be completely open with such a wonderful guy.
Alison had insisted on using protection when they had begun and while the risk of disease was a factor, the main one was that nothing put a kibosh on the life of a warrior of the people like pregnancy. After that issue was addressed the next couple of hours were a blissful blur to Alison. They had never quite made it to the bedroom before they started and the two of them had worked their way around the living room using the couch, chairs, the floor, and various pieces of furniture for support during their evening. The man was talented with fingers and other key pieces of anatomy when it came to stimulation, in fact almost impossibly so. Alison had never had a lover quite like this and never realized what she had been missing out on. By the time they had exhausted themselves in Alison's bed after finally reaching it she had resolved to keep him around as long as he would allow it.
They laid there in each others arms on Alison's bed, sweat soaked and naked. The two of them were catching their breath with the occasional kissing and playful touching occupying their time.
Holy shit! Damn he's good. I think I almost blacked out there a couple of times, Alison pleasantly thought to herself as she grinned to her lover then she gave him a few more kisses not wanting the moment to end. After a few moments Alison finally spoke.
"Damn, I could get used that," She said with a smile.
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