Moonlit Prowl -> Lycanthropes

"What, so I can't tell my feelings now?" shouted Kristine back, folding her arms. She kicked her legs a few times and gave a small pout, then shouted again, "Maybe if you were less of an asshole then I wouldnt have to say my feelings."

"I get it," said Kristine, "I'm a mutt!" getting up and abruptly opening the door. She walked over to him and folded his arms, looking down at him. She frowned, "Annoying asshole."

"Asshole. Pervert. Bitch. Annoying. Rude. Inconsiderate," Kristine shot back at him, obviously not happy with him. She kept her arms folded and huffed, looking away.

"Maybe I'm trying to call you a girl," said Kristine back, growling, "You've got the face for it," folding her arms. She grunted once as she remembered how her father would call her a boy because of her face.

"At least I have the spine to admit that I'm a mutt," said Kristine back, rolling her eyes. She folded her arms still and frowned. She huffed softly and looked away from him again.

Kristine let out a slight gasp when her arm was grabbed. She expected to be slapped, but instead was pulled on top of him, causing her face to turn a bright red. "Wh-What are you doing?" she asked, stumbling through words.

Kristine felt her face heat up even more. When she was released, she fell with a thump, having not much balance no him and rolling off onto the floor. She was confused, and she didn't even bother getting up as she just laid there.

"Why... the hell did you just do that?" whispered Kristine, closing her eyes as she said there. Her face was still tinted red, and she didn't understand why he had done that. It had slightly scared her and she bit her lip, the taste still lingering.

"Sure..." mumbled Kristine, full of sarcasm. She frowned and began to sit up slowly, completely confused still. She brought her hand to her head and closed her eyes.

Kristine began to stand up slowly. She looked away from him, blushing a bit as she said, "You're lucky Dean isn't here... he probably would've hurt you..." frowning a bit after that. She had said nothing of the sort about the name calling, or if she liked it or not.

Kristine turned red and stuttered, "Wh-What do you mean by that?" biting her lip shyly. No, she didn't want to do anything with him. She hadn't even done anything with anyone yet. She looked down.

"Um... sure..." mumbled Kristine, glancing back at him. Her face was still tinted and she brushed hair out of it, looking back at him.

"N-No way! You are just a pervert, so I thought you were thinking something different," said Kristine, folding her arms again and once again looking away as her tint didn't leave. She felt embarrassed, mostly because she knew that he was probably thinking of what she had originally thought.

"I was only thinking that way because I knew you would!" said Kristine back, pouting and still not looking at him. She closed her eyes after that and said, "I'm not the real pervert here. At least I haven't done anything yet."

"I never flashed you! You're the one who walked in while I was taking a shower!" Kristine shouted back. She shivered at the mental image she had of that thing. She shivered still and said, "I am a virgin, thank you very much!" growling a bit.

"I'm not going to let you break me and release me of my virginity," said Kristine back, "I wasn't really thinking about it at the time because I thought you two would be gentlemanly enough to knock. Or actually hear the shower running and not bother!" Shivering once more, she snarled, "That thing is gross, it must hurt," shuddering a bit at the thought of having it shoved into her.

Kristine turned a flushed red as she began to breathe heavily when she was pinned. "Please don't," she told him, trying to keep her voice from rising from embarrassment. She bit her lip, looking away from him and refusing to look at him.