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Originally Posted by AbsurdJinx

Fawnskip was actually quite amused by both of Obsidiansky's reactions. Was he being so gentle because he hadn't quite yet adjusted to treatment like this? Or was it because he feared that if he touched her too hard she'd break? The thought of him being afraid to hurt her was just laughable. He should be afraid that she'd hurt him, though she was pretty sure he was already fearful of that. Really, though, Fawnskip was sure his actions were slow and hesitant because he'd never, or not in a long time, shared a moment such as the one they currently experienced. She'd forgotten about Sagewhisker and Canineheart, she'd forgotten about Blazingstar and Rosethorn, she'd forgotten about Obsidiansky's secret history with the mysterious she-cat, and it was only her and Obsidiansky. The only question was if her forgetting about everything else except Obsidiansky was friendly or something more? Even Fawnskip wasn't sure of the answer.

She actually laughed at Obsidiansky's response, pulling away from him to better look at him. Fawnskip saw he was really unnerved by her statement, and she felt her lips curve into an playful smile. ``Don't you worry, Obsidiansky. I'm just happy you think pretty highly of me,`` Fawnskip purred teasingly before adding in a slightly more serious yet lighthearted tone, ``I'm afraid I have a bold streak in me. I lack the ability to hold back.`` She, many times before, had run her mouth and sometimes it cost her. Like every time she was with Blazingstar, she was always pushing the limit by speaking to him as if he weren't her superior. One time, he snapped back and they'd quarreled. But Obsidiansky wouldn't snap at her, she was sure of it. Obsidiansky would not quarrel with her - because he was calm and collected or because he wasn't confident enough to pick a fight with her? Whatever the case, she knew Obsidiansky would never raise his voice to her, never bristle angrily in her presence, and would most definitely never lash out at her. Fawnskip trusted Obsidiansky.

``Which is why it's so easy for me to do this!`` Fawnskip ended with a playful growl, launching herself at Obsidiansky. She intended to push him onto his back before rolling of him where they could lie down side-by-side and stare at the sky, talking about whatever topic came to them. Fawnskip pictured the event perfectly in her mind.

The dark tom gave a yelp of surprise as Fawnskip launched herself at him, pushing him down. The tom went down harder then he had thought he was going to, but didn't make any type of movement to stop it - not that he would have really been able to if he had tried. His tail twitched back and forth against the grass, and all he could think about was Fawnskip. On top of him now, her scent completely surrounding him, the territory forgotten in this one moment. Pretty she cats - those who absolutely knew that they were and used that - never treated him like this. Obsidiansky was fairly handsome, he definitely wouldn't stand out if he were to be among other black cats, but among cats of different pelt sizes and colors, he would be one of the ones who would likely stand out a little more.

"Uh... hello," He mewed, looking up at Fawnskip, his dark eyes meeting her golden ones. Fawnskip. Her pretty pelt, with all it's mixed colors, her golden eyes, her welcoming voice and warmth and all of that... it was so different then what Obsidiansky was used to. He was one hundred percent, positively, absolutely infatuated with the idea of her right then. Infatuation was different then love, it wasn't healthy - and Obsidiansky knew it. He was going to have to tread very carefully. Perhaps dealing with Sagewhisker and Canineheart had ruined his platonic outlook on things, but at the moment, Obsidiansky didn't care. "So, you gonna get off me or am I just that comfortable?" The dark tom asked, squirming a little bit, the half-discomforted, half-moony gaze in his eyes fading to one of warmth and fondness.

It wasn't hard to be fond of Fawnskip, she was one of those cats that it was just easy to get along with for him. When she wasn't flirting. He had forgotten about his troubles for the moment being, glad to just be out here with a potential new - friend. Friend, friend, friend. Obsidiansky repeated the word over and over, trying to drill it into his mind. Cats like him didn't end up with cats like her, it just wasn't the type of thing that could happen. She deserved someone who could give her the time of her life all the time, keep up with her, make her really happy. And while Obsidiansky wasn't thinking right, even in the deepest parts of his mind, there was a small stirring... I could do that. Whatever was happening, Obsidiansky was going to just watch and wait and see where it went.