One Shots

Human/ WerePanther

Let me tell you a secret of the fairer sex. Every girl, especially teenage ones with their hormones raging through their blood system, fantasize about a man crawling into their beds at night only to hold them in their big strong arms, to stroke their arm until they drift off to sleep. Only a few actually grow up to be lucky enough to have that happen. 

Our journey begins with one such girl curled up on the small single personed sized bed waiting for her prince charming. One might wonder why she had a small stool leading up to her bed. This woman was tall enough to get into the bed without help of such a device. It's use was revealed when a large black panther padded softly through the room, over said stool onto the bed with the sleeping woman. She smiled as she felt her bed dip. 

Knowing with the darkness outside that she couldn't see the animal, her husky sleepy voice croaked, "You know I like it much better when you hold me with opposable thumbs, not when I have to have your fur tickling my nose." The predator huffed out a breath almost similar to a human snicker, when its skin started to shift and roll next to the unafraid young woman.

Without warning another much lower toned voice joined hers saying, "And you know I like it much better when you stop wearing those pesky clothes you call pajamas to bed." The panther had shifted into an extremely large man who being so tall in form, hung off the bottom of the frame: feet dangling off the side. The woman gave a delighted giggle as she realized her shifting lover, her mate, was extremely naked and that she wasn't. Peeking her hazel brown eyes open, she gazed into the shifters shining green eyes. 

Smirking in her female logic she declared, "We are not breaking our promise of love making every other night, babe. Tonight is our night off and unlike you I am not a nightprowler; I need my sleep. Now I demand that you hold me in your arms and whisper sweet nothings into my ear until I am as asleep as you found me." The panther had to keep the shit eating grin off of his face as he basked in his mate's fierce love. 

"Yes, my queen," he replied lowly in her ear as he snaked his arms around her. 

"Darling, I am no queen," she retorted, "I am your goddess, your angel." Grinning at the smile he was hiding in her hair, she rested on his chest getting into a comfortable enough position to listen to his heartbeat. The one that belonged to her.

"I am yours to command, my sweet goddess, queen of my body, angel of my soul," his words echoing the sincerity in his heart.

"Good answer," she replied around a yawn creeping up her throat. As they snuggled, feet tangled, arms entwined, scents mixing, her memories of lonley teenage nights before she had discovered her soul mate were slowly fading, flaking off like rust, blowing off in the wind, solidifying the love and comfort in this everlasting relationship.