Dashing under her kitchen table, Aisselene pulled all of the chairs around herself, building a barrier of sorts, while staying gathered in the center.

But he was too fast.

Suddenly, Aissel was pulled out from the table, and being carried in two massive, slightly tanned arms.
"No," she cried. But he had her, and it was no good with struggling now.
He was going to torture her something terrible.

(Mwahahaha! Caffeine.)

(Oh my God, some of that post sounded so wrong. X3)

Sure enough, Aisselene was being tortured as involuntary laughter escaped her lungs.
"Stop," she gasped.
But instead of stopping, Jacob only tickled her more.

"No fair," she said as she tried to hold him off.

But it was impossible, he weighed an absolute ton!
"Please don't tickle my stomach!"

Of course, he then focused his attack there, only making her breathing difficult, and her laughter near impossible to stop.

((Head out of the gutter you! Out of that gutter! :P))

"Now now, why should I stop?" Jacob asked her, an amused grin crossing over his face. "This is far too much fun!" He added, tickling her stomach harder. Ooooh, she was flailing!

He was ticklish as well, but it seemed she was far more so! Besides, he would never tell where his weak spots were. Nope.

And to make matters worse, he would give her a moment to breathe, before pouncing on her again! Finally though, one hand still pinning towards her, he grinned. "Okay now, if I do let up up we'll call it even right?" he asked, his tone light. "You won't try to retaliate or anything will you?"

(Haha. XD)

Scowling up at Jacob, Aissel scooted into his lap, "That wasn't very nice.."

Looking up at him, she gave him her puppy dog eyes, and wrapped her arms around his waist. Oh, she had a plan.
"Now Jake, I don't like bing tickled..."

Her right hand was now on her chest, moving down to his right side.
And then she hit, the spot.
The spot that all dogs couldn't resist, the spot she had hit in the cave.

Of course he couldn't help himself. "Ha," she screamed at him. "I have you now!"

Aisselene laughed as his leg got going, just like before.
"Oh come on, you enjoy this," she said as she continued.

That was when the funniest thought crossed her mind.
Jacob was like the big, fuzzy pet dog she never had as a young child, although this dog was special.
He could be human too, which was fun to say the least.

As she continued, she found herself now dominating the battle.
Seconds later, she stopped,"Okay, I'll let you go."
Smiling down on him she continued, "But if you don't behave-" she poked the spot,"-I will have to take matters into my own hands, understand?"

((Meeep! I have to go to work for a few hours, but Ill be back around eleven to make a reply x-x Man, I cant believe Im running behind! > > ))

Aissel grunted when he ruffled her hair, "Now come one, I don't need more split ends!"

Getting up from the couch, Aisselene smoothed her hair through her fingers, and then started towards the bathroom.
"I am going to take a shower," she called, waving a hand over her back.
She probably needed a shower after the previous days events, but now really seemed like a better time to do so.
Stepping into her bathroom, she cracked the door and began to strip down.
No need for privacy now!

Turning on the water, she turned it to a quite hot temperature, and stepped into the steamy water. The sudden temperature change sent chills over her body.

Her hair was a bit scratty to say the least as she wet it, and shampooed it down. At least now if it had split ends, it would smell good.

Jacob laughed at that, amused. "Ah! So now I have TWO ways to keep you in line!" he replied, making a motion with his hand once more. "Don't think I'll hesitate, split-ends or no," he added.

A shower hmmm? He arched a brow, thinking he should probably use one now as well. Funny how time seemed to be nonexistent currently. He did need to wash off a few remnants of his fights, and it was morning.

He was used to living with guys, but he had the feeling if he missed a day of showering, he would never hear the end of it!

Plus there was always.... hmmmm. That might a bit too much right? Or at least, a bit much too soon. But he could always surprise her in another way couldn't he?

Not to mention, hehad a secret love of getting a great reaction out of people. Okay, so he did have a slightly vain spot. Who didn't? Striping his clothes off, he grabbed a towel to tie around his waist and leaned against a wall closest to the bathroom to wait. What should he greet her with? An innocent smile, a wink. He was being a tease wasn't he?

((... This is why I should consider neutering my male charries. *laughs* Damn show off :P))

(Haha, Oh my God! XD)

Of course, Aisselene hadn't heard Jacob standing outside the door, but she really was in no hurry to get out of the shower.
She hadn't had time for herself in so long, just to soak up the water of a good shower or bath, to be able to enjoy herself.

Reaching over at the soap dish, Aissel began to feel around, not actually finding the soap that she needed.
Sighing, she poked her head out of the shower.
"Jake," she called with a loud echo to her voice.
"Can you bring me some soap?"

Grabbing her towel, she dried off her face a bit, waiting for what she had requested.

Of course, she had a feeling that Jacob wouldn't exactly bring her soap, but regardless, maybe she would get some..
If Jacob didn't bring her any, she would have to get out of the shower, and get some herself.
Oh yes, she would get some soap.

"Come on," she called. "I need some soap."

Jacob blinked a moment, as she called for soap. Hmmm... well. He supposed that would ruin his surprise huh? Well still, he supposed soap was important, so he went hunting for it. It didn't take long to fine really though he wondered, how did one forget it?

No matter.

Soap in hand, still dressed in but a towel, he headed into the bathroom. "And just how did you forget soap?" he teased her. The steam from the hot shower clung to his skin, causing it to glisten.

"I should just hide it now to teach you a lesson in being forgetful! But of course we wouldn't want you to stink," he added, finding his eyes wanting to... stray. Oh yes. Stray away he thought! He had seen it yes but... but... in the shower...

Well, he was tempted to pounce in on her right here, right now! What guy wouldn't be? For now, the best he could do was lean against the sink, the soap outreached to her to grab.

((Im trrying not to let it get tooo bad. On anotehr note, I wasnt on yesterday due to lightning frying my modem! o.o))

(Haha, good good. Oh noes, not your modem!?)

"Thanks," she called snatching the soap from his hand.

Her head still poking out of the curtain, Aisselene looked Jacob up and down for a moment.
"Why are you only in a towel," she asked him, now suspicious.
Narrowing her eyes, she growled, yes, growled.
"What are you doing," she asked, her tone now very, very suspicious.
"Should I be afraid," she asked him.

Of course, she was only kidding, well, a little bit..
She was quite puzzled at his appearance.
Had he planned to just, jump into the shower, oh no, she wouldn't have that.
This was her clean time, time to enjoy herself, by herself.
"I'm watching you," she said as she slithered her face back into the water.

(Haha, this one is so dumb.)

((We were able to get a new one thankfully!))

He blushed immediately at the question. "Well er... I uhm...that is..." Oh yes, sound like an idiot. Smoooth one Jacob, real smooth.

"I was actually waiting idly for the shower as well and while waiting I was going to er... pose. Nothing wrong I assure you!" he added, his blush brightening an even further red. Oh he was not a pervert! Not a pervert!

An animal, yes. But not a pervert!

"Nope, nope, nope. Everything is perfectly alright, nothing to be suspiscious about. I would never uhm... yeah! Crap," he added, shaking his head as he glanced towards her.

"So yeah, don't mind me," he added with a wink, as he started again out of the shower with a facepalm. "I'll just er... wait my turn, out here! Yep, out here."

((Poor Jacob, teehee :3 Hes so cute when flustered though!))

(Teeheehee- She's gonna make it hard for hiiiim. :3)

Poking her head back out of the shower, Aissel found herself smiling at the now red looking Jacob.
Now her hair had a few bubbles in it from where she had used the soap on her legs, and then brushed the wet hair from her face.

"Aw, come on," she said. "You know you were going to try."

No matter how polite, sweet, whatever he was, werewolf, human, he was a man, and all men were men.
And we all no what that meant, looking wasn't usually enough.
Although from what Jacob seemed to be doing, he had been looking quite a bit, in all of his blushing beauty.
"Now you know, that you wanted to.."

((Bwahaha, good! Hes just being a guy, but seriously, it amuses me :3))

"Nope, er, why would I even consider that?" he asked, his blush brightening. Gah, damn it! At this rate, he would blush himself into a tomato! It wasn't fair! And she so had the upper hand again, he would never figure out how she did it!

"Well no! I mean yes! I mean... eheheh... this ain't going well for me is it?" he asked, giving a slight grimace. "I honestly wasn't before!" he added. "I was just going to pose while I waited and was bored and then you called me in here and I... er... went completely brain dead. Yep, completely and totally brain dead," he explained.

It sounded plausible enough didn't it?

And if all else failed... maybe he could blame animal instincts? Oh she was making this hard on him!

"Oh," Aisselene said. "So you weren't waiting for me to come out naked, and wet..?"

Now she was just being mean to him, period. And the even more terrible part was, she was enjoying it.
Although one couldn't deny that Jacob looked cute when he blushed and flustered.
Laughing a bit, Aissel pulled her head back into the shower and began to lather up the conditioner.
Well, she thought that was enough. Obviously she had been a bit rough on him, maybe.
Okay, a lot.

"So are we going today," she asked, a brief attempt at a subject change.
"If it's fine, I was thinking we could probably go and get your stuff since it seems nice enough outside."

"Well," she began. "That's good.."

After a few more minutes of hair rinsing, Aissel shoved her hand from the shower, and grabbed her towel after turning off the water.
She wrapped her towel around her body, and stepped from the shower to see her tomato-faced werewolf even more red than before, blinking at her.
Aisselene only laughed as she sauntered by him, and into her room, shutting the door behind herself.

Quickly, she pulled out some clothes, and put them on, then put her hair up into a sloppy, wet bun.
Yep, she would sure look dressed up today!

After dressing, she left her room, and stepped into the living room, turning her attention to the television, which had its attention turned to the massive blond wolf that was being held in captivity in a nearby shelter.

Aisselene really felt it unnecessary to answer that question as they showed a clip of the bewildered Jeans pacing back and forth in a very large and very sturdy electrically charged fence, snapping at anyone who dared to get close.
And then the camera man happened to get too close, and terrified quite easily as Jeans slung his massive body against the electric fence, taking the charge freely, and then slumping back over to pace.

"Wow," she said after a moment as Jeans let out a horrid sounding howl, or more appropriately a roar.

From there, she really didn't do anything but blink, and stare, and blink as he continued his ritual.

Aissel couldn't believe what she was hearing.
The man who had just tried to kill him, well, the wolf, was behind a fence, and all of the sudden Jacob wants to set him free?

Instead of really responding, Aisselene's jaw just kind of hung down as she stared at Jacob in dis-belief.
Her face was formed into a true look of astonishment, "Wha-wha-ho-what?"

Her mind raced as she thought of all of the possibilities, Jeans and his trying to kill Jake, and Joe's anger/revenge/whatever.

"Jacob," she said stepping closer, and in front of him.
"You can't be serious!? No! NO!"

Aissel found herself crying now, not so much as anger, but more of worry and fear..

"You can't do this," she yelled, in a bit of an overreaction.