Living Under A Loaded Gun

Nuada was quick to make a grab at him, but her touch wasn't quite what he expected. It was definitely a grab and not a lovebite; almost like an instinctive retaliation? He wasn't sure how to interpret her reaction. In the end, because she didn't outright rebuke him or move out of his reach, he chalked her awkwardness up to inexperience. Jupiter certainly didn't fault her for it. Everybody had been there at one point, trying vainly to be sexy and fun while not having the slightest idea how to go about it. If that was where she was at then he was just going to roll with it. A big part of his enjoyment was his partner's enjoyment so he was going to do his best to avoid playing up her insecurities - assuming, of course, she had them. He could only guess at what was going on in her head.

"Maybe not with bears," he admitted with a small smile. "But I've found..." he ventured as he reached out a paw to trace up the inside curve of her foreleg. "That in other areas a light touch can be as powerful as a strong one."Jupiter swung his hind end away so that they were almost facing each other directly. His eyes sought hers again. "Do you understand now or..." the corners of his mouth rose in a small, teasing smile. "Do you need more examples?"