A cold, frightened feeling started to spread down my shoulders.A cold, frightened feeling started to spread down my shoulders. I pushed away from him just a little bit, looking up into his eyes. He looked down at me, a serious expression on his face, but there was that twinkle in his black and beautiful eyes that made me feel less scared for his love, but more for myself. I felt his right arm move up against my left, his paw sliding along the fabric of my shirt, his fingers sliding up under my hair. My heart would have stopped if it hadn't been so imperative that it keep beating. His fingers closed into a fist, grabbing as much hair as he could possibly hold in his enormous paw. I felt my muscles freeze as he closed his hands further, clenching more, pulling nearly half the hair on my head so strongly it felt like he was going to tear it out by the roots. I sighed and collapsed onto the ground at his feet, onto my knees. I wrapped my arms around his leg, his thigh, and held on, my eyes closed. "Get up," he snarled down at me. "On your feet!" He pulled on my hair, hauling me painfully until I was almost standing, then turned me viciously and threw me away from him, onto a low, mattressed platform that seemed unusual starship construction for a shuttle bay. I blinked. And I smiled inside as I landed sprawling on the cabin bed. I had been so busy noticing my reception party and, most importantly, him, that I'd missed the SDisk he'd been standing on. He had planned this. He jumped on my prone body, straddling me. He grabbed my hair and shoved my head down against the mattress, almost so I couldn't breathe. He snarled, "Do you know how much suffering you've put me through, Ken? Do you know how much I've missed you? Do you have any idea of what I've gone through? I'm going to give you a small taste. |