QUOTE : There were a few things that really peeved a lion. <br />Stealing his sunny nap spot. <br />Messing up his mane.<br />Eating the last donut. <br />Yanking his fucking tail! <br />Reflex had him spin on the brat who’d sneaked up on him. Well, sneaked up if he ignored the fact he knew she was behind him. Let her think she had him. He was so enchanted by the emergence of a playful side that he didn’t want to ruin her fun. A fun that ended when she yanked his tail. <br />Rawr! <br />He spun and shot her a baleful glare.<br /> For a moment she froze. A tremble went through her. She was scared. Ah hell.<br /> Surely she knew by now he’d never hurt her? But then again, could he expect years of abuse and habit to disappear after spending just over a day with him? He wondered what she’d do. Would she run or give him the broken puppy eyes? Why did this have to happen at all? Why did he have to look so fearsome? Was it his fault his lion was so impressive and scary? Was it— <br />Wait a second, was she laughing? <br />He eyed her. <br />Yup. She was. Laughing and snorting.<br /> Now he glared for real. <br />She chortled louder. “Oh. Oh.” She gasped. “If only you could see your expression.” <br />He’d show her an expression. <br />He shifted into his human self, but even his impressive nakedness couldn’t stem her mirth. <br />He stood and then stalked, each long stride bringing him closer, and her laughter dampening until it stopped altogether. <br />He almost applauded when she peered at him instead of staring at her toes. “Am I in trouble?” <br />“Nothing a kiss wouldn’t fix.” Blackmail? Hell yeah. He’d do anything for a kiss. <br />“If you want a kiss, you’ll have to catch me. Tag, you’re it.” She shoved him, open-palmed against his chest, before bolting, her lithe body a quick blur that soon disappeared from sight.<br /> Seriously? She was just awesomeness wrapped in a layer of perfection with a dab of naughty he was really loving.