She knew very well that the bed they would share, for however long this cruise would be, was not made to withstand anyone jumping on it, let alone two. Even though they were within a luxurious cabin, one that would have cost a bit of money within the Ark to obtain, did not mean that the fore poster bed was capable of enduring such childish actions. Raven was happy to entertain the idea that they should jump on the bed, if only to cheer her companion up. After all he was the one that brought her on this, holiday as he called it, and earlier she wasn't at all sharing the same joy as he was the moment he dragged her up the plank and teleported them into the cruise. They had the right itinerary now, even though the names did not match their race, and now they had their own little slice of sanctuary within the cruise they could hide away in. The anxiety and fear she had about being caught and the consequences that would be inflicted upon them now dashed away. She felt secure and that meant her guard would go down and she could actually begin to enjoy herself. Well, that is until the Leopard asked her to take some huge steps within their relationship that she was, by no means, ready for just yet. There was a side of her that wished she could just let go and move forward and jump off the deep end. Yet she was being held back by her own fear. She knew it was not fair for Tobias to be unable to pursue what was only natural, but she knew it wasn't fair for herself either.

She was keeping both of them from doing what was so very natural in a relationship. In the back of her mind she was concerned that he cared only about the physical part of their relationship. After he fought in the ring at the Ark she could not help, but notice how his admirers seemed to throw themselves upon him. It sickened her to no end that one day he could break her trust and cheat or even worse leave her for one of them. She did not enjoy keeping the other females away from him, but she knew it had to be done. Even though she believed the boy to be quite smart, others did not seem to agree with her, she would still not take the chance that he might one day slip up. She was not interested in having another shouting match after the two got after one another a few months after Frost's attack. She worked hard to fix all that she had done wrong to him, and things were moving right along quite well. Yet she was still uncertain and as he pulls back from her she notices the frustration on his face and she could not help, but feel guilty that it was all her fault, again. One hand would briefly stroke the side of his face, pushing back some of the thick dark tendrils of hair that covered his face, blue-grey eyes meeting his own as she attempted to explain carefully.

"No Tobi, I have never played the game before, but I would like to. I just know I'm not ready...like how you are not ready to learn how to swim, you are afraid."

Raven hoped that this particular example would help her deviant companion understand a little bit more. After all how could she not like it when she had never done it before? Others may not enjoy taking the time to explain things to the boy, and yet, she did not mind doing such a thing at all. As he inquired about what 'second' was, the meek woman decided to explain 'second' as best as she could.

"Well, 'second' means coming after first. Like...remember how you kissed me gently and then you kissed me with more...um...energy...I was saying I liked that one too."

She keeps one hand at the side of his head, using two of her fingers to gently rub against his skull, right behind the ear, knowing full well he would enjoy such a gesture as human or leopard. One would think she would be uncomfortable with Tobias still lying above her, and yet, she was not bothered by this position at all. He was second in pack and so she did not mind being in such a submitting position, and instinctively it did not bother her that a male she was in a relationship was on top of her. With these two concepts twisted into one she shifted slightly underneath him, to keep herself comfortable, as she kept her gaze on him.

"I'm sorry Tobi, but we might need to wait a little bit longer...but we will one day, I promise."

She wanted to do, she did, but mentally she just could get to that point. Both of them did not tolerate others touching them, but over time she was becoming more accepting such a thing, especially with her companion. Such thoughts dissolved the moment he brought his lips to touch her own and she eagerly responded allowing this action to be controlled by that secret ache. As his lips began to travel down to her saw and neck, she naturally tilts her neck to the side allowing him greater access. One of his well-placed kisses actually issues a soft response from the introverted woman, her eyes closing halfway as she rather enjoyed this new sensation. That one of his hands remains at the hem of her shirt, she is not bothered by it, her mind focus on the fact his lips were down her neck to the top of her shirt, then feeling as it travelled upwards to her jaw, and then once more down again, her mind turning into a haze, naturally wanting his lips to trail past the neckline of her shirt.

As he pauses and utters an ailment to her desire for his kiss to travel past her neckline, and provide him a step forward within their physical aspect of the relationship. Nervously she bit her lip, as she looked up at him when he pulled away again, the curly-haired woman uncertain if she wished to oblige in his request. Her hazy mind was changing back, afraid about revealing a part of herself she was embarrassed of. It was not showing her body off to him that frightened her, rather it was the numerous jagged scars that littered her entire frame. The scars trailed up and down her sides, some slanted, some sideways, and some across, some scars big and small, all over her body like a road map. There were traces of scars up and down her arms, but the majority of them was underneath her shirt that his hand still held on to the hem. Without knowing she had been holding her breath for a long amount of time, her eyes would meet with his own, studying his face for a moment until she weakly gave in, her heart racing as she took the next step to relinquish a part of herself and further the trust she had in him.

"Okay."

Raven Clocksworth.