Precursor Story -- https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=1148848
Zaily (top) and Jack (bottom) (c) Gothbunnyboy and Ketzio11
Characters mentioned in this story
Lana (far left) and Hunter (mid left) https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=1235126
Lotus (dom) https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=1148848
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Some years ago, in the Lavender Hill Children's Hospital -- extended care.
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A young field mouse girl sat bedridden and all alone; her family long gone from a visit hours ago. She could somehow still hear her twin sister bawling uncontrollably and the gentle way their dad comforted her. The hospital lights were dim and the wing was silent -- or she had just grown accustomed to the ambience.
She looked at the crisp clean silk sheets of her bed and idly traced a heart with her weak hand. The doctors had been taking so much blood that she didn’t know how she was even alive. On top of that, there were ugly patches of missing fur on both of her biceps. Skin grafts she heard them refer to them as, to make her arms withstand the needles; sadly fur wouldn't ever grow there.
It was lonely even though the wing was at least 6 beds divided only by curtains. None of the other kids would talk to her. Of course, they were here for small things: tonsils removed, broken bones, and even one had their appendix removed. Meanwhile, she felt like she may never leave. Had it been weeks? A month? Two months? She couldn't tell even though there was a calendar right next to her.
The drugs made it seem hazy.
She once heard the other kids say she had cancer and that they would catch it if they were too close to her. That was very silly of them, even she knew you can't "catch" cancer, at least not like that, besides the doctors didn't really call it cancer either. She could hardly remember what they called it. All she knew was that they were choosing their words carefully whenever they spoke to her -- her doctors and her family.
While deep in thought, she was thrown back into reality at the sound of someone's voice. "Hey, um... I hope you aren't sleeping." the voice was from a boy; sounding very gentle and sweet. It broke the little mouse out of her dreamy state.
She had almost forgotten she was curtained off from other people in the same room as her.
The mouse looked to her side to see a young, handsome boy -- a hare. He was older than her, in fact, he was almost a teen and he was stunningly cute.
"No, I'm not." her voice was so quiet and raspy; she had no strength to get the water beside the bed and had been thirsty for hours... days... months? Whatever.
"Oh, you sleep a lot. You remind me of Sleeping Beauty," he said shyly and meagerly. The mouse could now see that he was in a wheel chair with a broken leg. "I wanted to know your name, please."
"I'm Zaily," she paused; lost on words as her tiny heart throbbed. "I'm also very thirsty."
The boy awkwardly smiled and rolled closer; grabbing her water for her and offering it. "I'm Jack," he held the water as she sipped. "I broke my leg during soccer."
"That sounds just awful." Zaily responded; still blankly staring forward as she took little sips. "Does it still hurt?"
"Nah. A little." he smiled with his inconsistency. "But the guy who broke my leg really felt bad so I'm not mad at him or anything."
"The guy... was it a grown-up?" Zaily sounded horrified; her voice no longer sounding raspy as Jack put the cup back on the nightstand.
"No, no, it was during soccer, remember?" Jack laughed. "Just a soccer accident. No biggie."
"Oh." Zaily sighed; both relieved and feeling stupid for not putting the pieces together. "Well, I'm glad you're okay at least."
There was a long moment of silence between them as Zaily looked away. Jack quietly stayed in his spot and awkwardly shifted his eyes left and right.
"Aren't you afraid you're going to catch my ‘cancer’?" Zaily muttered.
"You have cancer?" Jack gasped. "I thought the doctors called it something else. I forget what, though..."
"Yeah I keep forgetting what th--" Zaily stopped. "Either way! I thought you'd have left by now."
"Even if you did have cancer, you can't just... catch it like a cold, though." Jack stated. "'Sides, I like talking to you. I'll leave when you tell me to."
"I DON'T WANT YOU TO LEAVE!" Zaily shot back; confused as to whether she was insulted or scared. "I... uh... don't really get to see anyone anymore so sorry because I figured uh... you... wouldn't want to talk to me also because I'm not very good at talking? I mean, I see my parents and my sister but uh... yeah."
"You look like you're good at talking," Jack snickered. "You just talked a whole lot right there."
"I'm sorry..." Zaily lowered her head.
"Whaat? That's not a bad thing, that was a compliment!" Jack rolled a bit closer to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "My parents tell me that, if I want to make someone feel better, I need to put my hand on their shoulder while talking to them. But uh... I always thought it was weird so just tell me if it's weird and I'll stop doing it."
Zaily blankly stared at him for a moment and shook her head several times. "Are you real?" she hazily asked. Besides him being so nice to her out of the blue, there was something stupidly charming about him. Most saw it as cheesy banter, the way he seemed to white knight all over her, but Zaily was charmed.
"I... think?" Jack laughed. "What do you mean?"
"I keep thinking I'm having a dream right now because it happens a lot. But this feels a lot more real so I'm just..." Zaily trailed off.
"Huh." Jack balled his hand into a fist and lightly bumped her shoulder; the small amount of force still bobbing her head a bit. "I'm real, I think. Right?"
"I... guess." Zaily inhaled deeply. "Uhh... did you mean what you said earlier, by the way?"
"Yes. Uh... wait, what thing?" Jack leaned in and tilted his head as Zaily, with each passing second, seemed to be getting more and more quiet when she spoke.
"You said you weren't going to go away unless I tell you to," Zaily said. "It makes me feel really bossy but I wanted to know if you meant what you said because... uh..."
"Why? You want me to go away?" he sounded defeated.
"Nooo! No, no. I mean... I want you to stay." Zaily weakly giggled. "It's just that the uh... me having to tell you to leave... it makes me feel really princess-y."
"Well, I did call you Sleeping Beauty earlier." Jack smiled.
"O-oh yeah, hah..."
They both quietly giggled.
~~
Every day the boy came back to see her and maybe that's what made her feel better in time. He would talk to her for hours and make her smile, and within a week, she had enjoyed her first kiss with both of their buck teeth bumping against each other awkwardly.
The kiss was sweet and unexpected. She was talking about how all the other kids still thought she was contagious and then... peck! Jack said something about how he was so sure she wasn't contagious and Zaily was too wrapped up in her first kiss to even notice.
She mumbled she loved him and he mumbled that he loved her too. Happily, or sadly, within a week, she could go home.
Zaily was so sure that she'd never see him again until, one day, he came to her door with a bouquet of flowers; with full use of his legs again. Zaily remembered the first thing she thought, not counting how happy she was to see him, was how tall he actually was without sitting in his wheel chair.
~~
Some years later.
A lot of things had changed but the only thing to stay full consistent was Jack (besides his hair growing out a bit and him getting more muscles). Zaily was a young teenager with headgear braces now, her father had passed away and her house was a shell of what it used to be. It used to be that her dad would fix all the things that broke around the house but now there was no one to tend to that and, more tragically, her twin sister Lana had slipped into depression since then.
She was good at hiding it, though.
Another big change was that Zaily had her first adult experience, not with Jack, but with her female tutor a few days prior. Lotus was her name and the concept of what had happened rotated in her brain over and over. It seemed sex was now at the forefront of her thoughts, considering Lotus had given her some perspective on the matter.
Somewhere in the caverns of her home, Zaily's mother lied in comatose from her cocktail of pain pills and booze. She had always been a bit lazy and drunk-prone but it had escalated to a point of 18 hour naps and consistent hangovers.
In another room her half-crazed grandma, doused in her senility, slept in the blue-ish glow of the shopping channel.
Zaily's twin, Lana, had come home a few hours earlier; bruised and battered from a school fight and immediately disappeared into her room for the rest of the evening. She came out once to eat but then retreated into her room again with a slam of her door.
Zaily was left alone with the love of her life in the living room as he came to visit her every weekend.
The room was piled with refuse and junk with only the dismal glow of a shadeless lamp lighting them and yet somehow the room was paradise. She slid her lips to Jack's for the 900th time; feeling the same yearning love she felt for him from the moment they laid eyes on each other.
These times they said they loved each other with much more confidence than the bumbling innocence of their younger years.
Jack had brought some food from his house, a cute little pot of pasta that he carried all the way to her house, and they were snuggling and watching a movie. She hadn't picked her usual choice, which would have been a princess-oriented Disney movie, but rather a PG-13 romance movie; heavy with adult situations.
Zaily could vividly remember the things she and her tutor did and talked about; her odd apprehensiveness towards sexual contact included.
As the movie trudged on, the reminiscing she was doing had become fuel for initiative. She and Jack had a sort of unspoken abstinence vow -- with Jack being 100% supportive of. Zaily allowed him to be with whatever other girls he wanted as he told her… but he never seemed to take that offer seriously. He seemed to just be saving himself for whenever she was ready. However, with the heat of the movie before them, that vow was becoming much more difficult to keep for Zaily. Her knees rubbed together anxiously and she bit her lip as she leaned against Jack's arm.
The only thing on Zaily’s mind as she took a deep breath to speak was: ‘do not look like a fool in front of him!’.
"So uh... you think that girl is cute, Jack?" Zaily asked out of the blue; coughing a bit then pointing at the main character cheetah girl and her voluptuous form.
"No, ma'am." Jack shook his head in good humor. "I think girls like you are cute. So just you."
As cheesy as it was, Zaily snickered and squeezed his arm tightly. "Yes, yes, but I am currently not wearing the thong." she spoke in her weird mannerism; putting odd emphasis on 'the'.
Zaily could feel Jack's heart skip a beat as his face turned red. "Uhhh... why... would you say that?" Jack gulped. "I'd like you in anything you wear."
"Yes, but the thong seems rather appropriate to make you more 'flistereed'." she was trying to say 'flustered' but she always had trouble remembering some words. Luckily for her, Jack never corrected her as brutally as her twin did.
"I uh... think it'd be really uncomfortable for you, sweetheart." he gulped again.
"So you're saying you'd rather me not have one on?" Zaily grinned deviously as she rubbed her headgear against Jack's arm; her little sniffle didn’t help her attempt at sexiness though.
"Uh... I don't know what I'm saying anymore." Jack stiffened up which let Zaily appreciate, even more, how strong his muscles were.
"Is me addressing you in this manner making your manhood rigid...?" she had never spoken this bluntly amorous before, but the words (as sloppily put together as they were) were flying out of her mouth. Jack remembered the one time he had asked to touch her in rather private areas but she expressed a fear of ‘death through excitement’ so this… whole thing… really took him off guard.
Even with Zaily's weird fetish for using the fanciest words she could think of, Jack considered this to be extremely dirty talk. Jack didn't know what to do besides try to move his arm but, even if Zaily probably weighed no more than 70 or 80 pounds, her grip on him was as strong as an anchor at this point.
"I'd like to inspect it." Zaily looked up at Jack.
"...w-what?"
"Your manhood. Allow me to see it, would you?" she poked at her lips; taking on a rather innocent tone with the underlying princess-y commanding tone. "Though, I worry that it is not me but the film that is making you yearn."
Jack exhaled a strange hiss out of his lungs; unable to respond properly or even compose himself. The only thing he saw fit to do was to turn off the TV in order to prove some kind of point.
They waited a few moments after the TV shutting off. Zaily looked down to see that the small bulge completely contained by his jeans pants did not seem to falter. Though, to her surprise, she didn't see the huge shaft shape in his pants that she was expecting. Either way, it wouldn't matter, but she had never seen his penis before.
"Perhaps I am being too cruel?" Zaily's gaze shot back up to Jack. "Perhaps I should 'allegiate' your desire? I am your loved one, after all."
Jack went to open his mouth, probably to protest, but Zaily immediately shot her finger to his mouth to silence him. "Unless you don't want to see my body like the bodies of the women on the television."
"...I love you?" he whimpered stupidly; those words the only thing to pop in his brain at that moment.
"I love you too, my sweet prince." Zaily pecked him on the cheek. "Would you like me to remove my shirt or my pajama pants?"
"Zaily...?" Jack finally gathered the courage to look back at her instead of the dark screen of the TV. "...what's... gotten into you?" the words were not spoken with concern, but rather, in surprise.
"Jaaack." she responded in a commanding tone; sniffling folding her arms together. "That is not an answer. I require an answer from you."
Through her attempts to be rather controlling in this situation, Jack heard, for a faint moment, the sound of self-consciousness in her voice. "The... pants?" Jack finally said.
"Goodie!" she clapped her hands together in excitement and, without warning, plopped up onto her feet in front of the couch, bending forward, and slipped her pajama pants down to her knees. Despite her sickly nature, she was still somewhat limber.
Zaily looked down; unamused at how long her shirt was as it flopped down to her knees as well. So, without warning, she scooped her shirt up and lifted it up to her armpits; in the end, Jack's choice not even mattering.
Jack stared in disbelief at her body; completely transfixed at her lack of a bra and her polka dotted underwear. It was the first sexual thing they had ever done together... and Jack would have never realized how much he wanted this to happen without it happening to him.
The most he had ever seen of Zaily was an accidental lifting of her shirt that just exposed her bellybutton or the hem of her underwear while she slept.
Zaily's cheeks puffed in annoyance and fear at the lack of response. "Is there not a thing that the man is supposed to say when a woman reveals her body to him?"
"W-what...?" at that moment he sounded much younger than he was; like he had reverted to the shy little thing he was when he first met her.
"React! You are a man after all so…" she commanded and, out of nowhere, her voice retreated to a meek little whimper of what it was after a heavy cough. "Anything...? Please do something..."
"I don't know... what to do." Jack's eyes stayed on her body as he spoke.
"Say something... I don't know..." Zaily stayed; frozen with her pants flopped to her ankles and her shirt lifted up to her chin. "Take your manhood out and do whatever it is that men do with it? Smack it around?"
"Y-you're... really... really beaut--" Jack sniffed and exhaled deeply. "I don't... necessarily think... uh..."
"Take out your manhood." Zaily shut her eyes and commanded; feeling her insecurities nearly take hold of her and force her back onto the couch with her clothes put back on. "And smack it around."
Jack fumbled with the zipper of his jeans and, as he unzipped them partially, he stopped and looked back at Zaily; still in her compromising position. "Are you... sure?"
"Yes, darling." Zaily inhaled; her smile hidden by her shirt as she figured this was close enough to a ‘hell yeah!’.
Zaily closed her eyes as Jack fumbled with his jeans some more and, when the sounds subsided, she looked to see her previously destroyed expectations destroyed once again. The bulge in his pants did not prepare her for what she saw and she nearly dropped her shirt in response.
'IT'S SO MASSIVE!' Zaily screamed in her head but cleared her throat calmly. "N-now... uhm... do the man thing?"
Jack nodded his head and gripped his member; slowly tugging it up and down as Zaily would describe it. Though, her vision of male masturbation was much more crude and involved literal 'smacking it around'.
A little cute whimper escaped Jack's mouth and sent Zaily into a tizzy as she buckled her knees. The voyeurism of what was happening right now was almost too much for her to handle and she was having, for lack of a better word, a blast.
Holding her shirt up to her chin, she decided to use her right hand to find its way towards her own anatomy; tracing circles on the exterior of her underwear. "Oh dear..." she muttered as she pulled on the hem until...
Their doorbell rang.
Zaily yelped as she, before even pulling her pants up, jumped awkwardly in fear; tilting poorly to where her body was horizontal. Jack immediately jumped forward and caught her before she hit the ground; protecting his frail little princess as usual. He let her down and she pulled her pants up while he somehow stuffed his own thing away.
From a distance, they heard Lana's door swing open and her joyously skip down the stairs; which sounded like bowling balls being flung against a wall. "Can't either of you answer the door?" Lana hissed into the living room.
Jack and Zaily only sat awkwardly on the couch; panting and without an activated TV to even act as a scapegoat. Somehow Lana didn't notice... or didn't care as she opened the front door.
They could hear the sound of rustling bags and a light male voice. "Th-th-there you are. C-c-could y-you give me a h-hand with these b-bags?"
"Yeah, ok." Lana said. "HEY JACK!"
"YES, MA'AM?" Jack stood up awkwardly and responded in fear.
"Could you help Hunter with his bags, you meathead?" she called back into the living room.
From the corner of the couch, Zaily could see the white dog boy who regularly came to their house with a bunch of shopping bags at his feet. They were comedically large and even though Hunter was charming and cute, he looked rather ridiculous all bundled up against the outside cold like an old lady. Though, his scarf was around him like it always was. Even if it was hot outside, he'd still have that thing on anyways.
Zaily felt weirdly superior having a boyfriend who came to their house with just his T-shirt and jeans in that cold weather. Either way, that superiority was unjustified because Hunter was not her sister's boyfriend anyways. (even though she thought they'd be really cute together)
Like the jock he was, Jack scooped up all the groceries from the ground and carried them to the kitchen without a hindrance. Hunter followed behind him with only one of the bags. Zaily had to weirdly shake her head as the concept of penis size kept flashing in her head.
Obviously, he who can carry the most bags had the larger penis.
"Thanks, ya freak." Lana mumbled.
"Anytime," Jack responded chipperly; disregarding Zaily's sister's sass. Jack let out another exhale and Zaily noticed he must have regained his composure from their rather explicit actions. Meanwhile, Zaily hadn't recovered yet.
"Hey, Hunter," Jack said, "I'm surprised you made it in that weather. It's crazy cold out there, huh?"
"U-uh... I-I s-suppose it's p-pretty cold but--" Hunter started but was cut off.
"BUT, what old Hunts here isn't telling you is that it was worth it to brave the cold so he could laugh at you dorks and your dork-movie." Lana squinted her eyes at Zaily in the living room. "Oh, you guys turned it off. It was that bad, huh?"
"W-w-what movie w-was it?" Hunter asked; not carrying on Lana’s insult.
"IT WAS... UH..." Zaily honestly couldn't even remember what the freaking name of the movie was as she stumbled to her feet to head into the kitchen with them.
"It was called Pale Cerulean," Jack covered. "It was uh... pretty good but we finished it."
"You guys only started it 30 minutes ago," Lana glared at Jack suspiciously. "I didn't know any movie could b--" Lana dug her hand into one of the shopping bags and pulled out string cheese. "OH HELL YEAH, PEPPERJACK CHEESE!"
"Yeaaaaaah." Zaily snickered. "We uh... started it last week and finished it today, you see."
Lana kept rummaging through the bags at this point; completely ignoring Zaily's response. "Well, uh... okay then. We'll just... proceed upstairs then, dear sibling." Zaily pointed towards their staircase.
Still not response as Hunter looked on awkwardly. "I uh... brought a movie that L-Lana s-said you wanted to w-w-watch? The n-new Alice in W-W-Wonderland?"
Normally that would have excited Zaily to no end, but something else was adamantly pressing on her mind at the moment. "Oh, our appreciation dear Hunter. We will watch it next time!" the little mouse grabbed her boyfriend's hand and led him with her. "And thank you very much for your 'patrinarge'!"
"’Patronage’ is the word and that doesn't describe what he did." Lana finally responded and it was just to mock Zaily's poor choice or words.
"Of course, of course." Zaily muttered; uncaring as she kept tugging on Jack to come with her.
~~
Weakly pushing Jack into her girly room, she pushed her back against the door and sighed. From the living room, she could hear the movie starting with Lana's hilarious commentary already following suit. Even though she never laughed directly, Zaily thought Lana was the funniest person she knew.
"Well uh..." Jack laughed awkwardly and rubbed his hand against his... very muscly arm. "...we could watch the movie if you want, you know. At least we got that whole... anxiousness out of our systems, I think."
Zaily loved Jack to no end, he was her soulmate, but there was one thing he did that irritated her. He had a nasty habit of not talking 'to' her, but rather just talking 'at' her -- without even looking at her whenever he was embarrassed or anything like that.
"No!" Zaily growled at him. "Was that really enough for you...? You did not even... make the-the--the milk!" she only had a foggy awareness of what that was but she was glad Lana wasn't there to mock her for her choice of words.
"B-but babe, I just..."
"Let us continue! We just... we've never done activities close to that and we should continue!" she slipped her thumbs into the bands of her pajama pants and her underwear this time and tugged them both down. "I want to do this with you, Jack."
Without looking, Jack took a few awkward steps back and almost tripped on her bed. Her long shirt was covering herself but the thought of her being completely nude under the shirt almost killed him.
Zaily took a few alluring steps forwards as she kicked the pants and her underwear away; now gripping the bottom of her shirt. Jack took another step back and, this time, did fall back on her bed with an audible 'oof!'.
"Why are you frightened...?" Zaily stopped and let go of her shirt; suddenly she was a kid again and the seductive woman she was had left momentarily. "...do you not want to do the things?"
She felt foolish... like she would cry or laugh or something odd and she could no longer look at him; scanning her bedroom to see her assortment of kiddish things and Disney paraphernalia and a new fear overtook her: that maybe he only saw her as a kid and not a girlfriend.
Jack noticed her fear as he cleared his throat and shook his head. "It's... not that."
"Then what is the problem?" Zaily desperately inquired. "Do I seem like too much of a kid to you? We're only... 2 years apart. I'd like to be doing the 'fucking'."
"W-whoa!" Jack had to force himself to not laugh at her wording considering how serious this moment was. "Sweetie, as I said, it's... a bit more complicated than that."
"Then tell me what it is!" Zaily stepped forward again; her hands clamped together.
"It's just..." Jack looked around and scooted a little to the side. "...why don't you sit next to me, Zaily?"
A deep pit of fear overtook her as that kind of sentence could only be bad. "N-no..." Zaily protested meekly; sniffling again. "I'll stand here."
"Okay... but I can't... uh... do the things you wanted if you're standing over there."
"...fuck?" a goofy smile appeared on her face.
"Zaily, sweetie, you know that's a curse word, right?" Jack wagged his finger. "Princesses should not say things like that."
"Oh dear heavens!" Zaily covered her mouth. "I was not aware! Honestly! I apologize!"
They both laughed and that helped Zaily feel a lot more comfortable. She finally decided to sit with him. They sat thigh to thigh and Jack rested his arm around her shoulder which made her feel very happy.
The both of them looked around the room for a few moments as Jack thought of what to say to her. This had only been Zaily's room for a few months seeing as how she used to share this room with Lana -- when Lana moved out, Zaily still recalled the Sunday that Hunter, Lana, Jack and herself stayed up and put all the random wrapping paper and wallpaper up. Zaily wanted to have a pretty room and the original room had holes and scratch marks and whatnot -- but they got a little overzealous and the entire room ended up covered in the stuff.
There was something about the wallpaper that seemed appropriate for this moment... but Zaily couldn't quite figure out what that was.
"The reason I was acting a little weird isn't because I don't want to do that kind of stuff with you, Zaily." Jack started as he rubbed Zaily's head. "It's because I knew that you were frightened of it. I didn't want to force you or anything but uh... I think about it every time I'm with you. So today has been reaaaally crazy for me, you gotta understand."
Zaily squinted her eyes and Jack continued.
“Babe, remember, I once asked if we could and you said it frightened you… so I didn’t want to push it, you know?” he smiled. “I care about what you want.”
Zaily made a small, cute 'humph!' -- a bit unsatisfied with that answer. "Well, Jack, I am the one who started it so obviously, I'm trying to... not fear it. I realized I have not been fair to you, as my boyfriend!"
"So did someone tell you that you're... allowed to or something?" Jack asked. "I kind of thought this was a medical thing, you know? Not being able to? You said you were afraid of ‘death by excitement’, right?"
"I... just assumed so." Zaily sighed. "I am rather weak most of the time and you already know I get panic attacks easily so… so it frightened me, but I... I'm tired of fearing things. Dying that is. I'd like to do things because it's gonna happen anyways."
The subject of death has been coming up a lot recently -- the subject of Zaily's mortality, that is. The only thing Jack knew was that she didn't have that much time in this world -- but he didn't know how much time that was. She was essentially inoperable but her death prediction was loose -- could be tomorrow or even 30 years from now.
They sat in silence as Jack hated hearing Zaily talk about that kind of stuff until an inappropriate laugh from downstairs made their dire moment a lot more... light.
"I want to be more adventurous, Jack." Zaily muttered. "For you. It's not fair for you to have a girlfriend who is afraid of dying. That just sounds silly."
"I know." Jack responded cutely. "It'd be much better to have a fiance who isn't afraid of dying."
Zaily giggled and buried her face in his chest; her headgear poking him painfully. "I love you, Jack."
"I love you too." he said comfortably and naturally.
“I hope you understand why I’ve been acting ‘the’ strange,” she muttered and coughed. “I realize we have been a pure and clean couple… but the filth sounds enjoyable as well.”
"…If the uh... offer hasn't expired, by the way." Jack started. "You could take off your shirt."
"Ah! Goodie! Goodie!" Zaily clapped her hands again as she hopped up to her feet to take off her shirt, but, she felt a wave of dizziness come over her and she stumbled a bit. Jack, once again, caught her.
"And she wonders why I'm apprehensive to do sex stuff with her." Jack muttered in good humor.
"I'm sorry!" Zaily groaned. "T’was the headrush."
"Uh huh." Jack stabilized her and sat back down with a goofy smile.
"Okay!" Zaily shot her hands forward. "Close your eyes!"
"Yes, ma'am." Jack did as he was told and, several moments later, he heard little rustling noises and a loud plop of clothes on the carpeted floor.
"Okay, now you can open them!"
Jack opened his eyes to see the emaciated but still incomprehensibly beautiful figure of his girlfriend. He so rarely got to see the rings of missing fur on her arms from where she got her shots and... something about seeing her exposed like this, her faults included, really worked for him.
"A lady has uh... revealed herself to you." Zaily shyly muttered with her hands cupped behind her back while she puffed out her chest a bit.
This time, since he wasn't so caught off guard, he could properly respond. Not with words, however, this time he pulled her in towards him gently and let their lips meet. He had gotten so good at avoiding the kissing-stabs from her head gear at this point that it posed no problem for their little moment.
Taking a bit of initiative, he rubbed his hands down her back and towards her bottom as they smooched; giving it a little grab just to watch her jump in surprise. Her jump in surprise, however, revealed a further surprise. When she leaned forward, she felt something bare tap at her privates. Somehow, she didn't notice that he had already unzipped his pants and let his member free.
Looking down to see it staring back at her caused her heart, as well, to jump.
"D-do it, please..." Zaily abruptly commanded.
"What?" Jack asked; breaking from their kiss and panting.
"Let it go inside of me." Zaily shivered as she spoke those words.
Jack, faced with this so suddenly, contemplated for a few moments. They had no protection, no birth control, no anything... but he was more afraid of disappointing her than anything else at this moment.
He lifted her effortlessly and Zaily was momentarily hit with thoughts of being ragdolled around during sex. She liked to imagine she wouldn't mind that, and would probably try not to, but it made her rather excited to know that he was perfectly capable of handling her like that. However, as he picked her up, he lied back on her bed; allowing her to take control of this situation.
That was fine too. It was her first time, after all.
He rolled himself under her blanket at that moment and she turned back with confusion. "Your door is unlocked, babe." he muttered.
"I know... it is fine."
"I know too, but if Lana comes in, we should probably pretend to be sle--"
"Shhh." Zaily put her finger on his lips again. "Your safety 'precautioments' are not attractive." she said with a joking snicker.
"Y-yes, ma'am." Jack closed his eyes with his hands squeezing at Zaily's love handles; just waiting for her to go at her own pace.
She looked down intently at his shape, contemplated it, and with slight hesitation, grabbed his base with one hand and pulled at his sheath with the other; fascinated as it slid down in on itself. She proceeded to rub their anatomies against each other briefly until lifting herself up, grabbing his base tightly, and looking up to see his reaction.
His mouth was twisted in delight and he was trying his best not to breathe heavily. It was adorable.
"O-okay... I will proceed… to..." Zaily said, mostly to herself, as she lowered herself onto the tip of his member; feeling a slight resistance as she did.
"No... problem..." she unconsciously muttered as she lowered herself just a bit more; now starting to feel his dick bend against the pressure. "Uhm..." she lifted herself again and tried to reposition herself a bit better; lowering herself for the second time just to feel the strong resistance slip his dick forward instead of inside of her.
Jack opened one of his eyes with a bit of a childish snicker. "Everything okay?" he asked.
"I... believe... so..." she tried one more time just to have the exact same results as the previous 2. This time, she forced their two anatomies together with such vigor that, for one glorious moment, it felt like it would enter her but it slipped out of her reach for the third time.
Apparently, he was too big.
Zaily sat with her vagina and the base of his penis being the only things touching at this moment; staring in disbelief. She silently pointed at his dick with a perplexed expression and Jack merely shrugged.
"It's okay, babe." he smiled. "It'll eventually happen. Just not today, is all."
"I am displeased with my body right now.” Zaily pouted and took one more college try; this time grinding it much harder as it slipped out of her reach. And again, and again she tried without wanting to admit defeat.
That is, until after her frustration subsided, she noticed that the whole 'grinding' thing kind of felt... pretty good too.
"You know, sweetie." Jack reassured, "If you just did that, I wouldn't complain."
"I'm sorry..." Zaily sighed and sniffled. "...I should've known this would happen."
"No, seriously." Jack suddenly clutched her sides tightly. "Keep doing the thing you were doing. It feels really good."
"Oh... oh really?" Zaily shifted her hips forward again and saw Jack's face contort into a silly smile. "Oh. Well. Goodie, then~"