As the deranged boy continued to straddle her on her bed the poor girl continued to struggle underneath. It had been awhile since she had to submit to another and so Tobi's true intentions were lost to her. Most of her pack members rarely even attempted to touch her in such a way. She knew her place and there was no need for anyone to remind her of such things. The need for Tobi to exert his dominance wasn't something he really needed to do. She was not a member of his pack, but no matter what she said or how she said it, he would ignore it. When Tobi pressed his well-toned frame into her own form she went still. Safety and security was one thing she felt while underneath him. However, staying in this vulnerable position for so long was making her feel uncomfortable. The need to get him off her increased, partly because she felt guilty, and another because he had been on top of her for far too long. As soon as her lips brushed along his cheek he would nod his head with satisfaction and roll off of her, while she exhaled the breath she had unknowingly been holding. It had been awhile since the two laid beside one another. With Naddy coming by the warehouse to check up on Tobi she would quietly let herself out and go somewhere else. She couldn't blame him if he wanted to sleep beside his pack mate, she understood he needed to bond with his own, but even if she was miserable as long as he was happy she could be happy for him. Her form would relax and for the first time since the last time they shared the same spot, whatever pent up nerves and stress she felt would begin to fade away, if only for the time being. His sudden movement and request to play a game caused the girl's head to tilt, a flicker of regret in her eyes, before she too got up.

Unfamiliar with this particular game she would shift her form and sit down crisscrossed. Her head would tilt to the side, golden curls gently cascading down her shoulders, as his hands reached for her own. As his rough hands held onto her wrists, her fingers would out stretch slowly holding them in place as his rough-skinned hands rested underneath her own. Keeping her hands outstretched, puzzled as to why his own would be underneath, she let out a gasp when his hands moved over and slammed on her own. As he exclaimed he won, blue-grey eyes narrowed, this particular game was odd. Though she caught on, if only barely. If the point was to slap her hands...then she would just have to yank them away. Stretching her fingers out and holding her hands out from her, she waited for his own to return underneath them, and as she felt his rough skinned fingers gently touch her smooth fingers, she flinched ready to yank her hands away, but before she could pull them back he slammed his hands violently on top of hers. Rubbing her now red hands she simply glared, a soft muttering coming from the meek woman, watching as his hands outstretched.

Timidly she would rest her hand underneath his, gently moving her smooth fingers closer to his rough palms, teasingly, and with a quick flash she attempted to slap his hands only to get nothing, but air. Tobi had been able to take his hands away just in time. Rolling her eyes as the boy began to snicker she would place her palms out again, waiting for his own to return on top. This time, she bid her time. Blue-grey eyes would simply stare into his dark eyes, hidden behind his equally dark bangs that desperately needed to be trimmed, not once breaking eye contact. Her smooth silky nimble fingers would brush against his calloused fingers gently, teasingly drawing her fingers slowly creating that ticklish feeling. Waiting for his hands to flinch, but still never moving her own to slap him. She would continue doing this for a few seconds, and then let her hands still, as her fingers pressed into the underside of his wrists, almost as if she were to grab them, but then she wouldn't press to hard, causing the boy to flinch again. As her velvet smooth hands continued to tease her calloused hands, she knew his patience wouldn't last and the first moment he made a comment or some sort of outburst her hands would quickly slap his, without the increased enthusiasm he would do to her own. With a satisfied grin she would lift her head proudly as she exclaimed her victory.

"HA! I win!"

Brining her hands in her lap, to keep them from getting slapped by her feline companion, she simply grinned at him quite pleased with herself. They had played games before and always he was one that would figure out some sort of trick to win. She had just done the same thing. Using his weakness, his impatience, to allow her the chance to bring him to his downfall. As the flashing red and blue lights would start to dimmer and the sound of movement from others ceased, she would turn her head to peek out the window, a bit content that they would be safe for now. Turning her focus back on him she would bring her sore hands up slowly as her fingers nervously entwined with one another. Looking down at her hands, noticing the scars along her wrists and arms she would have one finger brush over them gently. The memory of how her pack treated her came back and that fear of being in one returned. Somber blue-grey eyes shifted upwards to meet his as she shyly asked her question.

"My pack would hurt me for fun...your pack doesn't hurt each other for fun, right?"

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven