Not Exactly Puppy Love

Rosebud

Why Red didn't tell her mother anything about the wolf she wasn't sure, there was something about this particular secret she knew couldn't be told to anyone, not even her closest relative. Basket in hand she ventured into the woods again, this time she didn't have to wait long before he made his appearance.

"Must we play this game of ignoring the other?" Eyes blazing with fury she turned to face the animal as he slipped out from behind a tree. "Knowing what you are I feel it's be best to avoid you." He arched an impressed brow. "Feisty, I was beginning to think you were all pastries and sweet tooth." A small part of her melted at the compliment.

"Stay away, or so help me I'll have the neighborhood woodcutter make you into a cape." He face darkened then, with a growl he abruptly lunged forward and pinned the young girl to the ground, knocking the wind out of her. Gasping, she gazed up at him with wide eyes.

"Now listen here girly, I don't know who you think you're dealing with but that's not the way to talk to me. Whether you like it or not, you have to come through these woods, my home, at least every week, and every time you do I'll be waiting." There was a low menacing tone to his voice, but she only felt the now familiar surge of warmth through her bones that made her feminine flower come alive.

It accrued to her what position they were in; he held her arms stretched out on either side and had each wrist in an iron grip, his face was about a foot away from hers close enough for her to feel his breath dance over her cheeks, and his hips were resting just atop hers so that her legs were held prison between his. Her whole face exploded with red.

"Would you please get off me?" Her voice was so faint she barely recognized it, he looked bewildered for a second before grinning. "Why, is this uncomfortable for you?" He rolled his hips against hers, she gasped slightly, his eyes glistened.

"A-a little yes...please..." The plea was faint and light, arousing the canine further. "Please what?" He rolled against her again, her head arched back with a light moan. I've never made that noice before. She gasped and took two shaky breaths before replying.

"Please...get off...me." But she didn't mean, they both knew she didn't mean it. Chuckling, he bent forward and placing a kiss at the center of her exposed neck, this time her moan was somewhat lighter and her fingers curled into light fists that trembled.

"Ohh..." It was a sigh almost, he trailed his lips further down her neck, reaching the collar bone where he drew the center with his tongue, her back rose up slightly to greet him, feeling the foreign erection at her thigh.

He raised his head and lowered it some inches above hers, eyes now gazing at her gently parted lips, like a rosebud so perfectly pink and pure. Her body limp, he took a risk and let go of both wrists to cup her face. Her previously closed eyes opened halfway.

"Please...don't..." With an almost pitiful smile, he lowered his lips slowly and almost cautiously before claiming the pink pair in his own pale ones.

He awaited her reaction, and soon felt small arms coming up to wrap around his neck, basket tumbling to the ground. He smiled against her warm mouth, and she knew she was lost.