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It is rare to find species different from him. Such different body they had from his own. A small frame, curvy edges, and even short hair outlined around its delicate figure. It caused him to not avert his gaze. Especially from their f...
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A/N: Re-reading this story made me want to make extras for it. You guys can always give me ideas for me to write for this story.
Enjoy this one 😊 it takes place before Tarzan's conflict with his family.
❗️WARNING❗️ There will be slight horny observations, be warned.
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Making breakfast for everyone is easy when she only did it for three people. But when Clayton and Tarzan joined, they have to eat a big feast for their nutrients.
Brook has grown accustomed to making a large breakfast for Sir. Clayton. But Tarzan would always sit with them and steal his share.
Tarzan would always smile widely when Brook would softly laugh when he does so, so he constantly does it, infuriating Clayton every time.
As Mr. Porter stood up, he smiled at Jane and Brook, "I'm going to be working on my studies. Brook, dear. Would you be kind and let me know when it is time for lunch?"
Brook nodded, "Of course. Do you have a preference?"
"Sandwiches are fine, dear. I'm off," Mr. Porter smiled at them and walked back to his tent.
Clayton rolls his eyes as Jane turns to Brook and Tarzan with a smile.
"I was thinking about teaching Tarzan more words but..." Jane laughed nervously as they both turned to Tarzan who gobbled on the soup, making a mess on himself.
She cleared her throat and turned to Clayton, "Clayton, would you be kind and help him for a bath?"
Clayton's eye twitch in irritation. Not only was this wild man distracting the professor to find the gorillas, but it has also been distracting everyone and they aren't sure when the ship to go back to London will take place.
His uninterested eyes moved to Tarzan who was grinning at Brook and grabbing her hand affectionately as she used a napkin to clean his jaw.
"I'm sure he knows how to bathe, he can do it himself," Clayton gruffed and walked to Brook's chair.
"Let me know when lunch is prepared or if you need anything for me to hunt."
Brook wasn't paying much attention to him but nodded as she softly smiled when Tarzan was looking at her blue scarf around her waist, his hand not removing from hers.
Clayton huffed and left for his tent. Jane observed the small interaction and deviously smirked and called Brook's attention.
"Brook, would you bathe him?"
Brook stopped laughing and turned to Jane. "I'm sorry?"
Jane smiles and crossed her arms, nodding to Tarzan who was looking at both of them. "I am very busy at the moment to prepare for Tarzan's studies, later on, you can help him bathe by lunch."
