Committed to Peace
by Fur and Fantasy
PG-13 for M/F
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Lieutenant Commander Felina Feral closed the report she had been reading in rapt fascination for the past three hours and laid back on her bed to contemplate not only it's contents, but the even more interesting bits it lacked. Pieces that her uncle's Teeth should have had no trouble at all uncovering with as much time as they'd had.

The lack of an apparent existence before twenty-five years ago was intriguing as much as frustrating given the target's relatively high profile, but it was Sashari's final comment that really set it.

'He's odd.'

Two words that conveyed a wealth of information to one who knew how to read the enigmatic Lionesses writing. It was time to find out for herself just what was going on with Mr. Tarron Kavvy, and the only way to do that was in person, and in private.

"We meet again, Mr. Kavvy," she smiled and noted how he twitched in surprise as she made her way through the crowd to where the regal Tiger was standing, "though it's certainly more pleasant than last time was."

"Very much so ... Felina." He selected the name after a slight pause and returned the smile, taking in what she looked like out of uniform with an appreciative eye. "I am pleased you could come."

"I wouldn't have missed it," she smiled in return, pleased that her selection of a simple black evening gown caught his attention even though it wasn't why she'd chosen it. "This place will help a lot of good Kats who need somewhere to turn. It's nice to see one of the rising stars of the city taking an interest in the little guy once in awhile."

"A few more of them really should take a care for where they make their living," he observed dryly. "Every one I help is not only two problems removed from the future, but an asset that may be needed one day. I have never found such projects to be anything less than completely worthwhile."

"I don't suppose you're politically inclined," Felina asked with a chuckle. "I think I like you a lot better than Mayor Manx," she added, nodding towards the Kat who was busily occupying the time of the reporters at the event.

"I have never liked the public scrutiny involved with it." The handsome Tiger made a small face. "Running a financial empire is much less trouble, and much more rewarding. Though if the current Deputy Mayor does not step forward soon to, I may have to challenge him, just to get any work done."

"Tell me about it," she grumbled, rolling her eyes a bit. "Honestly though, I'm actually a little surprised you're here. You don't make public appearances that often, even for events like this."

"I try to, when I am moving into an area," he nodded fractionally. "I have found it seems to ease many peoples minds and smooth relations out. Politicians particularly like it, as I don't take center stage from them."

"So you move around often," Felina asked with casual interest that only partially masked her curiosity about the tiger.

"Only as often as I need to, but moving operations into a new location like this makes showing up in person necessary for the first few months to a year after the legal arrangements are made for it." He explain with an ease that contradicted much of what his file said about his anti-social nature.

"Well I hope you won't disappear completely once things have settled down," she chuckled. "You handle these things pretty well, for not liking them much."

"Thank you," Tarron smiled at her. "I would welcome not disappearing to you." He said softly. "Even when I do stop appearing publicly like this."

"Something else we have in common," she smiled softly.

"I would say that part is set then," he actually looked a touch nervous. "Perhaps lunch sometime you are off duty?"

"I think that could be arranged," she smiled. "Actually, if you're interested in dinner, I think we could probably slip out of here without being noticed, if we start sneaking when Manx gets around to another speech."

"Which should begin as soon as he breaths in." Tarron chuckled with a slight shake of his head. "And that sounds like a wonderful idea. Kirra will cover for me if necessary."

"There are some advantages to having him around," Felina winked. "So, should we start edging towards the door?"

"Yes," he smiled slightly just as a sleek black Kat in a suit came up to him with a serious expression. A few words were exchanged in a growling language Felina didn't recognize before he turned back to her. "Now would be a good time." He nodded a little more sharply and walked towards the door with a determined step of someone with important business to attend to.

"Did something happen," Felina asked quietly, following closely with a quick look around to see if there was anything clearly wrong.

"Only arranging to not be disturbed." He let a small smile through the facade of seriousness. "It looks better if someone does notice I'm gone to have something important to deal with."

"Ah," she nodded, keeping the serious look up but relaxing mentally. For once, it looked like one of these things was going to go off without some nut-job deciding to make a statement by blowing it up.

"It is not like I am short of things I need to handle, if someone does ask." He chuckled as they entered the relative privacy of a nearby parking garage. "There never seems to be an end to those."

"You're starting to sound like my uncle," Felina chuckled, smiling a bit. "You seem to do pretty well though. Get out of your office more often than he does, at least."

"What is the point of working hard, but to have time and resources to enjoy yourself with?" He looked at her with a curious smile and opened the passenger side door of a sleek black limo for her.

"There's a level of satisfaction in the job itself, and with my uncle, duty is reason enough a lot of the time," she smiled, climbing into the limo and waiting for him to join her. He settled just a fraction closer than was strictly friendly, but not so close that it could be objectionable.

Without a word the unseen driver in the front compartment started the powerful engine and smoothly pulled out.

"Do you have any preference for a type of meal?" He asked curiously.

"Not really," she smiled, not moving away from him. "Though something tells me that neither of us is dressed for anywhere too casual."

True," he smiled slightly. "Though there is always delivery, and my chef. He can do amazing things with food."

"Well, I'd say it's up to you," she smiled. "Though you shouldn't go to too much trouble. It's probably a little late to wake your chef up," she chuckled, thinking of some of her own 'discussions' with cooking staff at night.

"I understand Pizzarea delivers." He suggested with a hesitant smile. "You can change before we eat, if you like. As lonely as you are, a dress just doesn't look quite right on you."

"You've had your people do their research," she chuckled, cracking a grin as she looked over at him. "And thanks," she smiled, blushing very slightly beneath her fur. "It isn't, really, but I didn't bring a change of clothes with me, so I'll be fine."

"My oldest gets very nervous when he thinks I might be walking into trouble." Tarron chuckled tolerantly. "He makes sure I know what's coming."

"You have kits?"

"Of a sort," he nodded slightly. "I've adopted two ... apprentices. Both adults, but I tend to think of them as my kits."

"So they're the two you spend all that time with," she nodded. "I do some homework of my own," she added with a wink.

"Yes," he chuckled. "Rik is ecstatic and Jay quite nervous. But Rik keeps saying I should get out a little more."

"I can't complain with either of them," she chuckled. "I hope I can convince your eldest he doesn't have to worry about me though."

"I expect you can," Tarron brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. "Worrying and being overprotective is just in his nature."

"Mine too," she chuckled with a smile. "So it seems we'll have something in common. What is it you do, that you have 'apprentices' who are that close to you? Not something I usually hear about with businessmen."

"It is cultural," he smiled and relaxed into the plush interior. "A holdover from when everyone learned their trade that way. I guess you could call me old fashioned that way."

"Well it certainly seems to work for you," she chuckled, nodding a bit towards the limo. "You're certainly successful enough."

"Thank you," he smiled. "I would like to believe it is because of how I treat my employees as much as my skill at the trade."

"A little from column A, a little from column B, the results are the same," she smiled. "And given some of the things you've worked on, I'd say that skill has a lot to do with it. Some of the projects you've handled would've taken a miracle to turn out the way they did, from what I've read."

"Miracles are something of my specialty." He chuckled. "Breaking the odds isn't as hard as it looks, once you know the rules it plays by."

"Well if you've got a rulebook lying around you could spare, I think I know some Kats who could use it," Felina joked.

"Sorry, trade secret." He chuckled with a bemused shake of his head, though he was quite serious. "I don't hand that one out to just anybody."

"Figures," she pouted playfully, then chuckled. "Was the Kat you talked with back at the opening one of your 'kits'?"

"No, but he is a very trusted employee," he said quietly. "Much like the Teeth are to your uncle."

"You do do your homework," Felina said, looking at him with a surprised expression.

"They had most of three years to compile what I have now." He nodded simply.

"Since you started thinking of moving into MegaKat City," she asked curiously. "I don't remember hearing about you until a bit before that mission we met on."

"But you were high placed even then, and part of that report included suggested on who to ask to work with." He said softly and opened the door to step out. "Sometimes my staff knows me a little too well."

Felina reached to open her own, but waited politely when she noticed he was coming around. When he opened her side, she stepped out, glancing around the parking garage reflexively.

"Thanks," she smiled, chuckling a bit. "So, they've been trying to set you up for three years?"

"Much longer, but their choice got significantly better this time," he smiled and offered his arm. "I believe I have a few things in your size that would be more comfortable for eating pizza in the living room."

"If you have a place for me to change too, I'll take you up on that offer," she smiled, taking his arm. "Something tells me that the dry cleaners would murder me if they had to get tomato sauce out of this," she winked.

"Much less garlic juice," he chuckled and passed a swipe-card over the elevator control panel.

"There are advantages to jeans and a t-shirt," she nodded with a grin. "Out of curiosity, is there anything I can surprise you with yet?"

"Most likely," he smiled warmly and guided her into the elevator, which she quickly realized was private when it had only one button. "That you've agreed to dinner, much less suggested it was one. A very pleasant one, I might add."

"Well, I don't think you'd have accepted if it wasn't," she smiled up at him. "Besides," she winked, "as often as I've spotted your people watching me, I figured that I should ask something before I had to worry that I was being stalked by proxy."

Tarron laughed as the doors slid open to reveal his penthouse apartment. Despite the moderness of the materials and the rest of his life, his home had a decidedly midlevel-desert feel to it. Something that looked more like a fantasy recreation than a home.

"Impressive," she mused quietly, looking around the apartment. "Very impressive," she added as he showed her into a lavish bedroom of much the same style.

"I am old fashioned in many ways," he chuckled softly and opened a drawer from the darkly pattered wall to pull out a few cloths that looked like they could have come from her apartment. "Particularly in my private spaces. This is a recreation of part of an ancient palace from my homeland."

"Thanks," she nodded, taking the clothes. "Where would that be, if you don't mind my asking? Never seen anything like this."

"A place called Maragoth." He answered. "A very small kingdom from some time ago."

"Don't think I've ever heard of it," she admitted. "Of course, not exactly my field. You visit often?"

"Not as often as I would like," he admitted wistfully, a powerful sadness about him for a moment before he shook it off. "I have to be content with taking a little of it with me instead." He bowed politely and turned to the door. "I will wait outside while you change."

"Thank you," she nodded, waiting until the door was closed and changing quickly, folding her dress and setting it to the side where she could change back into it later on.

"I'm sorry," she said, opening the door to the room. "I didn't mean to bring up bad memories."

"It was a reasonable question," he smiled even as she realized he was now wearing loose silk pants and a pullover silk shirt. "They are not bad memories. I love that land."

"It shows," she smiled. "I don't think you'd miss it that much if you didn't."

"Very true," Tarron smiled and motioned her to follow him into a living room without chairs or couches, only an array of large pillows spread about. "If you don't mind me saying, I think these clothes suit you much better."

"I don't mind at all," she chuckled, glancing down at the brash slogan on the front of her shirt. "They're more comfortable, and I think most of my co-workers would agree that the attitude fits."

"On the rare occasions you are off duty, at least." He smiled and settled easily into the pillows, motioning her to join him wherever she was comfortable. "Dinner should be here shortly."

"Thanks," she chuckled, settling in near him. "And tonight is definitely one of them, barring Omega attack."

"Should that happen, I believe I would have to go out and hurt them myself." He said with a serious tone but a teasing gleam in his bright amber-orange eyes.

"Probably be easier on them than if I got my hands on them afterwards," she smirked. "Most of them have got some serious payback coming."

"So I have read," he nodded. "Part of what drew me to MegaKat City is the simple fact that it is still standing." He chuckled. "Any place that can survive, and thrive, with what this one goes through is worthy of closer attention."

"It isn't easy," she admitted. "We do everything we can in the Enforcers, but the city'd be ashes a dozen times over by now if it weren't for the SWAT Kats."

Tarron hesitated before brushing her cheek with gentle fingers, cupping it to look at him. "Not for the SWAT Kats," he told her with a certainty that only experience could have created. "But because there are Heroes here. If it were not that pair, what was needed would arise, from those ashes if need be. This city will not fall until it accepts defeat."

"You sound like you've seen this happen before," she said softly, touching his hand just as gently.

He could only nod, the truth of what he had seen not something he was willing to share details of. At least not yet.

"It is a fundamental truth of reality. Where there is need and desire, there are Heroes." He said quietly. "It is simply how things are."

"They've got their work cut out for them here," she half-whispered, closing her eyes for a moment. "Sorry," she sighed, shaking her head after a moment, "I guess this isn't the best subject to get on a night like this."

"Given how central it is to your life, I can hardly be surprised." He smiled reassuringly at her. "You care for this city a great deal, as most defenders do. It is only natural to think of it often."

"Yeah," she admitted, smiling a bit, "but tonight, I think we're both entitled to me being as off-duty as possible."

"I would certainly enjoy it," he leaned back against the pillows, silently cursing the tightening between his legs and the faint scent of it he knew would carry to her soon if he did nothing. He allowed his eyes to slip shut, focusing on the earthy, sweet smells of evening incense filling the air.

"I think I would too," she chuckled, relaxing a bit as the incense smell spread through the room. "Nice choice," she mused, wondering for a moment how he'd managed to get it lit, but passing it off as something he must have set up in the room.

"Thank you," he drew a deep breath of it and let out a contented sigh. "I find it particularly relaxing."

"You sound like you could use some relaxing," she smiled, looking over at where he was lounging, but not mentioning where she was guessing some of his stress was coming from. Not that she minded, but she wasn't going to bring it up quite yet.

"As Tasha would put it, I usually do." He chuckled softly and smiled at her. "I believe she said much the same of you and you habit of time off."

"I figure I'm still fine if I have less vacation days left at the end of the year than my uncle does," she smirked. "So far, I'm clear. Might have to reconsider, though."

"Considering he has a couple decades of time on you, that's not hard." He chuckled as a young black tomkat came in with the pizza and drinks.

"Your order, sir."

"Thank you," Tarron nodded as a short table was brought over and the meal set on it before the young teen vanished.

"Delivery boy managed to get up here," she asked curiously.

"Oh, that's Dee," he chuckled and opened the box, offering her the first piece of aromatic pizza. "He's part of my staff."

"That would explain why he didn't ask for a tip," she chuckled, taking the slice with a nod of thanks. "Didn't remember him from my homework," she admitted, before taking a bite.

"He rarely leaves my home," Tarron explained simply. "Domestic servant more than working staff."

"Does a good job of staying out of sight," Felina observed. "Looked like a good kid."

"He is," Tarron smiled slightly. "I've never had anything less than perfect service from him."

"Where'd you find him?" Felina asked with a chuckle. "We could use a few like him up at the manor some days."

"Ah, but that is my secret," he chuckled and kissed her hand. "If I let it out, where would I find my staff?"

"You know, I always thought mysterious gentlemen were supposed to be trouble," she winked. "But you're probably right - where ever you're importing them from would be empty in a week if everybody found out."

"And would then complain when they are not as good, because they do not treat them as well." He shook his head and chuckled. "I have seen how some Houses treat their servants, and it is no wonder to me that they have poor quality ones."

"What is a wonder is that they still have any," Felina grumbled, remembering a few incidents she'd seen. "Still, something tells me that most families would have a hard time living up to your standards for how you treat them, even the Ferals."

"Perhaps," he nodded. "Though it is far easier to maintain a standard when it is only yourself and two apprentices. Your family is much, much larger than anything I would face organizing."

"That is why I am thrilled that I'm not that close to that line of succession," she admitted frankly, taking another bite of pizza. "Not that I'm looking forward to advancing very far in the one I am part of," she added.

"Either advancement would include at least one painful funeral," he nodded in sympathy. "That we both hope is far into the future still."

"Very far," she agreed. "My Grandfather does a remarkably good job of handling the family, for the most part. I suppose having as many members in the military as we do helps," she chuckled a bit.

"Including the top brass, who keep that section well under control." He smiled and brushed her cheek.

"It's a calling," she smiled, looking over at him and reaching over to put a hand on his shoulder lightly. "Besides, if the brass couldn't keep their people under control, then we wouldn't stand out when we didn't follow orders," she winked.

"Ah, but you'd still stand out," he chuckled softly. "Because you get the job done."

"You better believe it," she smirked, opening a can of soda and taking a sip. "Still, I'll work on keeping everybody in line as well as I can, when it doesn't get in the way of the job. Last thing we need is somebody like Steele again." She rolled her eyes, almost spitting the name out of her mouth as she said it.

"Yes, I read about that one," Tarron's mouth tightened in displeasure. "I suppose it is the fate of any large organization to get a few of his kind. It is not one I am pleased with."

"How he got where he did, I don't want to know," she said simply. "How he got where he is, he deserved every ounce of. Too much like Manx," she said with a brief laugh.

"What did happen to him, then?" He cocked his head at her, honestly curious.

"I managed to get enough evidence that he was taking bribes to get him thrown out of the Enforcers, though his connections kept him out of jail. Turned up in the morgue a few months later; drug overdose. Honestly? I don't think anybody really misses him."

"Probably not, beyond his folks." Tarron nodded easily. "I expect the city is a slightly better place without him."

"Definitely," she agreed. "Can you imagine what it would be like if he'd actually managed to stay in charge? He was bad enough where he was, if he'd managed to make Commander for more than a couple hours...." Felina shuddered a bit, shaking her head. "Not an issue anymore."

"Thankfully not," he nodded. "Though I can imagine quite well, given the wonderful example of such just north of here in Saydan Bay."

"Oh he'd have gotten along just fine up there," she said, rolling her eyes again. "Not sure which is better, looking at the results - having the Omegas we have here, or the mob-problems they've got up there."

"The mob is easier to infiltrate, but the Omegas are easier to get rid of." He shook his head. "Neither are pretty problems, or quick answers."

"And both of them help keep people like me employed, so I guess I shouldn't complain too much," she said, shaking her head a bit all the same. "Amazing all the different ways the world comes up with to screw things up, isn't it?"

"If the world was perfect, we would all die of boredom." He chuckled softly. "No matter how much we complain, we both thrive on challenge and a little danger."

"They're not kidding when they talk about the business world being cut-throat, hmm?"

"It can be," Tarron acknowledged with a slight nod. "I prefer my danger to be a little more ... physical." He almost purred and leaned back with a piece of pizza. "Big game hunting with only natural weapons and such."

"That's a little danger?" She looked over at him with an impressed expression, shaking her head a bit. "Give me a blaster any day," she admitted.

"It is when you are used to it," he admitted quietly. "It's not so strange when you grew up having to hunt most of your meals with just your claws and skills."

"You've definitely worked your way up from that," she smiled. "You really are something else, you know?"

"So I have been told, repeatedly." He chuckled a bit and claimed a can of soda. "I usually don't notice. There's always something more interesting to do than pay attention to the past."

"Well, when you don't know anything about it, you're a bit more curious," Felina chuckled. "You're not easy to find out anything about, once you go back far enough."

"Mmm, yes, largely because I did nothing of note that far back." He chuckled and brushed it off. "I like my privacy as well."

"Sorry," she blushed a bit. "Just not used to hitting dead space like that; the detective in me gets curious," she chuckled. "I'll back off a bit."

"It is all right," he gave her a reassuring look. "Given where you are sitting now, I understand wanting to know as much as you can. It is the same reason I know so much about you." He continued softly. "I have found that paper reports are no substitution for time with a person, to know them."

"Very true," she nodded with a smile. "And, I have to say, I'm happy to be getting the chance."

"As I am," he brought her free hand to his lips and kissed it. "Pictures are no substitution for the real Felina."

"Flatterer," she smiled, blushing a bit. "They aren't for you either; no pictures could give somebody an idea of what you're really like."

"Thank you," he smiled and relaxed back, putting a little space between them and his growing hunger for her body now that it was so close and amicable. She did the same, slowing herself down a bit.

"And here I thought tonight would be boring," she said after a moment, smiling over at him.

Tarron chuckled and finished his slice of pizza. "Somehow, I don't think anything in this city, or around you, is ever boring."

"Public events that nobody tries to take over," she chuckled. "I have to admit though, this one worked out better than most; not boring, and no gunfire," she winked.

"Mmmm, I must agree with that," he nodded and chuckled, finding this far too amusing given he knew he hadn't had anything to make him lightheaded. "Though it was typically dull until you walked up."

"Yeah," she chuckled lightly, "but you'll notice we left shortly after that. I'd say that has a lot to do with it."

"And I'm sure Manx will still be talking long after we're asleep, if the press lets him."

"He'll be talking long after they're asleep," she snickered.

"That bad?" Tarron couldn't help but laugh. "He must truly love the sound of his own voice.

"You weren't in town for the last election," she laughed, rolling her eyes. "Some days I think people vote for him just to shut him up for another three years."

"Oh, my ..." he burst out with a roar of amusement. "That is bad."

"You come up with another reason he's still in office after this long," she pointed out with a smirk, before starting to laugh herself. "I sure can't."

"No effective competition?"

"You're assuming an inept rock wouldn't be an improvement," she chuckled slightly. "Seriously, I think it has to be Miss Briggs. Even where she is she's doing a good enough job as his deputy that until she runs herself, he'll probably stay there. Just hope she doesn't decide to retire before he does."

"She would be a significant improvement," he nodded easily. "My dealing with her were so much more productive, on all counts."

"I'd rather work with her than him any day of the week," she agreed. "Fortunately, the paperwork goes to her, instead of him. Just one bit of advice; might not want to take them up on any offers to buy the MegaKat Tower."

"Mmmm, yes, the one that has to get rebuilt every few months?"

"Only because that's the fastest they can get it put back together," she nodded. "Every time they get it put together, somebody comes along and tears it back down. Usually while he's on the golf course with whoever he's trying to talk into buying it."

Tarron just shook his head and chuckled softly. "The things this city goes through."

"What I want to know," she smirked, "is why the same kats keep flying in only to find out it's been blown up again. I think they've got a betting pool going about how much of the golf game they get through before my uncle calls to tell the Mayor something's wrong."

"Oh, that is bad," he roared with laughter. "They can't be very good business kats, or they're after something other than the building itself."

"Maybe they just like the slack-jawed expression on his face when he sees the new way it got blown up," she snickered. "I don't think there's been a repeat yet, but he can't say a thing for a good minute afterwards."

"Maybe that's why it keeps getting taken out," he grinned playfully. "To shut him up."

"I would hate to think that fate has decided that one minute every time they put that building up is all he needs to be quiet for," she smirked. "If so, then we'll never be rid of him."

"Eventually," he said with quiet assurance. "Time does heal all wounds."

"He's been in office longer than I've been alive. I think he's going to live as long as that cheap toupee," she muttered with a bemused shake of her head.

"Which will not be as long as you live, beautiful." Tarron said softly. "You will see better days."

"Yeah," she agreed softly, leaning a bit closer to him. "Thanks."

"You are welcome," he smiled and breathed deeply of her scent, knowing he was in serious danger of closing the distance between them in an entirely inappropriate way. Of course, the fact that he wasn't entirely sure she'd object wasn't helping in the least. After a moment, she leaned back with the hint of a blush, her own scent picking up a hint of arousal to match his own.

"Thanks for dinner," she said softly, smiling at him, "and for bringing me here. It's been a great night."

"That it has," Tarron smiled and finished his soda. "Perhaps there will be time for more of them?"

"I think we can make the time," she smiled, hesitating for a moment before leaning over and brushing her lips against his.

For a split second he responded, the desires of his body and surprise at her boldness combined to override his mind. Very reluctantly, he pulled away slightly. "As much as I desire you, Felina," he rumbled, his voice thick in the air between them and rife with the self-control it took for him to do so. "This is not appropriate yet."

"You're right," she admitted softly, pulling back a bit herself. "Sorry, got caught up in things."

"It is all right," he smiled and lifted her hand to kiss it. "I can not say I would regret it if the evening went further, but I would like to do this right."

"Same here," she smiled, "on both counts. Thank you," she added softly.

"Thank you," he smiled in return. "For being so special. It has been a very long time since I encountered anyone I wished to court properly."

"Been a long time since I've been courted," she admitted with a blush. "Most of my dates haven't been so ... respectful," she smiled softly.

"Then they are the poorer for it," Tarron brushed her cheek gently with his thumb, his bright orange eyes softening as he allowed his feelings to show a bit. "Anything truly worth doing, is worth doing right." He leaned forwarded to kiss her forehead. "And you are very much worth doing things right for."

"Thank you," she purred. "Tarron, can I ask you something?"

"Certainly," he nodded and leaned back into the thick pillows, reminding his body very firmly that this was not a woman for simple pleasure.

"Was the kiss too far, or what it had both of us thinking of?"

Tarron chuckled softly. "What it would have led to." he said easily. "You are so tempting to touch more than I should."

"It's mutual," she smiled shyly. "Very mutual. Just wanted to know if I should plan on giving you a kiss good night tonight."

"I would be honored," he said softly, then chuckled with an odd tone. "It is very strange to know so much about you, and try to think of this as a first date."

"Well, unless you want to consider having me as your bodyguard a date, I don't think we have much of a choice," she chuckled. "Honestly? I think I prefer this."

"I must agree," he touched her face gently, the slight trembling in his fingers from holding himself back a very tactile reminder of where this was headed, in time. "The food is better for one."

"And the company doesn't have to worry about one or the other getting shot," she smiled, reaching up to caress his own orange-and-black fur to a soft sigh.

"Always a plus, that we can both relax." Tarron set his iron will against his desires to keep his hand where it was. "I would offer you the guest bedroom for tonight, but I do not think it would be wise."

"Probably not," she agreed softly. "And I'm on duty tomorrow, so it's probably best for both of us to avoid that temptation. I could call a cab back to my place, if you'd like."

"Nicholas, my driver, will take you." He said firmly and stood. "Perhaps our next few dates should be more ... public." He suggested as he offered her a hand up. "Less temptation to act before we should."

"Yes," she blushed, taking his hand and standing. "Of course, that means probably not some of the places I hang out," she winked.

"I am sure there are suitable locations in this city," he chuckled a bit. "It seems to have at least ten of everything."

"And twenty of the interesting ones," she smiled. "But you're right, we'll be able to figure something out. I just hope it's not too long before we do."

"I expect I will be handed a list before morning." He lifted her hand up and kissed her fingers again. "Whether or not I ask for it."

"If you're not, I'll probably have one for you by evening," she winked, then moved closer to kiss him again, a bit longer than the last time, but keeping a firm grasp on her own reactions.

"That good night kiss I mentioned," she purred, pulling back with a blush as he tried to remember how to breath, and the last time he had felt this way around anyone that had not involved a charm of some kind against him.

"Thank you," Tarron rumbled in a hushed tone, only just gathering his wits enough to show her out.

Felina took a deep breath as she parked her car in the lot outside the restaurant she was supposed to meet Tarron at. She hadn't had butterflies like this since her dates back in school.

She adjusted the rear-view mirror, checking to make sure she didn't have to touch anything up before she met him. Satisfied, she climbed out of the car, locking it with another deep breath and slinging her purse up over her shoulder. At least she was more comfortable this time, dressed in a nice outfit, but not as fancy as the evening gown she'd been wearing last time. A light red sweater and a pair of jeans that were just tight enough to show off her figure, but not too tight.

Perfect for the Rosa Dell'Estate.

Steadying her nerves a bit, she glanced around to see if she could spot him, then started for the door, hoping he'd be right up front, or at least arriving shortly.

"I see your timing is perfect, as usual." Tarren's rich voice flowed over her shoulder in greeting as he fell in step with her easily, despite his longer legs.

"Thanks," she glanced over her shoulder at him and smiled at the pressed cream slacks and emerald silk shirt that shimmered in the night lights. "No better than yours though, from the look of things."

"Imagine what such perfect timing could accomplished, other places." He purred with a distinctively seductive note.

"Oh I have," she purred back, winking and offering him her arm.

"Something you are not alone in." He kissed her on the cheek and accepted her arm as they walked inside the airy, old world feeling place with its delicious smells.

"Mmm ... good thing this is a public place," she purred, winking at him as she took in the scents of the restaurant.

"Yes," he smiled at the hostess who seated them and ordered a cider juice for her and a dark wine for himself without thought. "Or we would both be sorely tempted to rush things a bit."

"Oh, the temptation's still there," she chuckled, winking at him slightly. "Just that we're a lot less likely to give in to it."

"This is true," he agreed with a low throaty rumble. "Dreams are no substitute for the real thing, I assure you."

"You have people finding out the dreams I've been having lately too? Shame," she chuckled, purring and sipping at the water that had been brought shortly after they'd sat down.

"Mmm, no, though I have little difficulty imagining what they are, given my own." He brushed his fingers across her hand gently. "And your goodnight kiss." She blushed, turning her hand over to grip his fingers gently.

"Now I know you're flattering me," she rumbled shyly. and felt her hand lifted for one of those feather light kisses he seemed partial too.

"It is difficult to speak of you without doing so, Felina." He murmured honestly.

"A shame I'm no good with words," she blushed. "Maybe I could at least try to return the favor. Bastet knows you deserve it as much as I do. More, for that matter."

"You show it in other ways," he smiled and very gently licked her palm at the wrist, sending a shiver of pleasure through her. "Your presence honors me to no end."

"Not half as much as the fact you desire it honors me," she smiled, debating between taking her hand back before things went farther, or leaving it where they both seemed happy to have it, and deciding on the second approach, purring audibly.

Nothing moved between them for a perfect moment, and then the drinks arrived, jarring them out of it.

"You must think I'm acting like a lovestruck kit," Felina blushed, taking her hand back as the waitress left.

"I'm at least as love-struck." He murmured, his voice low and thick despite his best efforts. "I have not felt this way about anyone in a very long time."

"An old lover," she asked him softly, knowing the answer already, but trying to give him a chance to talk about it if he wanted to.

Tarron smiled softly, the fondness he still bore overcoming the sadness of the loss. "A soulmate, truly. She was truly special. A healer like none I've known. As gentle as clouds to a newborn, and strong as steel when she needed to be. She was a true gift to the world."

"She sounds like she was," Felina smiled, trying to remember if she'd read anything about somebody like that from her reports, but coming up empty. "Somebody from your homeland?"

"Yes," he nodded wistfully. "Though we were never mates. I did not have the rank yet to court her."

"A shame," Felina said sincerely, reserving her opinion about rank being an issue. "It sounds like you loved each other enough that it was the only thing in the way."

"Well, there were other things," he ducked his head slightly in something akin to embarrassment. "But it was the one we couldn't work around. Not without too high a price for us at the time. It ... would have cost us dearly to pursue our desires."

"Nothing to be embarrassed about, I'm sure," she smiled, reaching out to brush his cheek gently. "I'm sorry things didn't work out for the two of you."

"I drew good from it," he forced himself to smile. "Much of what I learned of caring for others came from her. I would be a much different Tiger without her."

"I have to say I approve of the results," Felina smiled, taking his hand again.

"I thank you, in her name." He smiled softly and kissed her knuckles. "Do you know what you would like to have to eat?"

"I think so," she nodded with a smile, blushing slightly as she pushed down a couple responses to that question that she knew weren't appropriate, especially not in public. "Ready to order?"

"Yes, and I couldn't agree more." He rumbled with a bit of color under his fur and signaled the waitress nearby.

"Hmm?" Felina looked at him curiously for a moment, then realized what he was probably referring to just as the waitress arrived.

"Was it that obvious," she asked, after they'd placed their orders, blushing a bit more deeply.

"Only because I was thinking the same thing." He chuckled low in his throat. "I doubt anyone else noticed."

"Good," she chuckled a bit. "And good to know I wasn't the only one to think it," she added, ducking her head slightly, "I don't know what you'd be thinking about me otherwise."

"Neither do I," he smiled and kissed her hand. "But it would be torture to have you so close, and not have you thinking of such things. I like my odds better this way."

"Your odds are good," she smiled. "Trust me, very good. I'm still trying to figure you out though," she admitted. "You're almost too perfect."

"I hide my secrets well, Lady Felina." He murmured. "Much like your uncle, to the public eye. In time, I will show you, you have my word."

"I'll trust you," she smiled, taking the chance to kiss his hand this time. "The part of me that's worrying about it, if you can call it that, is pretty quiet most of the time."

"That is quite a complement," he smiled at her warmly. "Given you are detective and a Feral Enforcer. I can not imagine many have that privilege."

"Not to the same level," she admitted, smiling back at him. "Usually cynicism wins out ... I don't think it will with you, though."

"Perhaps all my good work has finally paid off in a very real way." He rumbled and looked like he was considering leaning forward when their meals arrived.

"They've got wonderful timing here," Felina grumbled good-naturedly, as the waitress left again. "And yes, I'd say it has."

"I believe they are trying to keep from having to call your subordinates on us," he chuckled with a wry humor. "I assure they are wondering just how good our self-control is."

"If they'd seen us the other night, they'd know we're being very well behaved," Felina chuckled. "Though something tells me we're going to have to keep finding new restaurants at this rate, unless they decide we can behave by the end of the meal."

"Oh, they won't ban us unless we actually loose control." He rumbled and let her hand go to turn some attention to the fragrant meal. "Though if we keep this up I am sure Ann Gora will soon be following you off duty as well as on."

"I could probably convince her to go follow somebody else for awhile," Felina smirked, taking her fork and getting ready to start on her own food. "Besides," she added with a wink, "she knows better than to turn me into a regular feature for something that isn't Enforcer related."

"Oh?" He raised a curious eyebrow. "Since when did the press cooperate like that?"

"Ann, believe it or not, actually believes in real news," Felina smiled, taking a bite and chewing it a little slowly while she thought of how to explain further.

"She could grab a tabloid-style piece on me, and have to follow me around to get anything in the future, or she could count on me actually being willing to talk to her when there's real news worth talking about. So far, at least, she's gone for the latter. Some reporters might try plastering pictures around, but I think they can be dealt with, for the most part."

"If nothing else, it will help us remain reasonably discrete about our courting." He smiled softly at her and rolled some pasta and sauce around a piece of meat.

"Definitely give us an incentive to," she smiled, spearing a piece of seafood from her dish. "Though I should probably tell somebody in my family we're seeing each other," she admitted. "Don't want to take the chance that they'll find out from some scandal sheet. Wouldn't go over well."

"That serious?" He blinked in surprise. "I thought it was only about the time I propose that they got involved."

"Get involved, yes," she nodded, blushing. "But if they decide it looks bad for the family, they might try to be ... annoying. It probably won't ever be an issue," she added quickly, "but I'd rather side-step that if I can."

"Agreed," he nodded easily. "I was expecting to involve them, just not quite so soon."

"If you'd rather leave them out of the loop for awhile longer, I think we could arrange that," she smiled. "Believe me, I'd understand."

"As it will likely come down on your head, I leave it to you to choose," Tarron said smoothly. "I am prepared to met them."

"I was thinking more of telling them," she chuckled slightly. "Meeting them, they just might think you have proposed. Pretty sure they'd approve though," she smiled softly. "I think you'd get along well with them, just not sure if it's quite time to test that yet."

"True," he smiled softly. "We are not at the proposal stage of things yet."

"No," she chuckled, winking at him, "that's at least a few more dates."

"And perhaps a few weekend retreats," he murmured seductively. "I am sure the city can survive without you for a little while."

"Is that an invitation?" Felina smiled with a purr. "I think I could arrange for some time off...."

"It most definitely is," he smiled and took a sip of his wine. "I am certain you would enjoy a couple days of pampering away from the concerns of being shot at and your family."

"Why do I have the feeling that if I'm not careful, you're going to try and spoil me," she asked with a soft purr, smiling at him.

"Because I most definitely will." He smiled back winningly. "Though no amount of spoiling will cool your fires, I expect."

"I certainly hope not," she said, putting on a show of mock-sternness. "I don't think my Uncle would ever forgive either of us if it did! Besides," she chuckled, "something tells me you like fiery."

"If I did not, I have certainly chosen the wrong person to pursue, haven't I?" He chuckled and sampled his meal. "I do not believe there are many Ferals that do not qualify, particularly in the Enforcer contingent of your line."

"Part of the job description," she agreed, taking another drink of her juice and returning to her meal. "You wouldn't believe what some people have thought though," she added, rolling her eyes.

"I probably would," he shook his head with a chuckle. "What was the worst one?"

"That would be the last time somebody tried 'courting' me," she explained, shaking her head. "Arrogant twit from overseas who seemed to think that I'd make an excellent mate, if I'd only come to my senses and realize that my place was carrying his kits. Lasted about thirty seconds after I figured out what he was interested in," she smirked.

Tarron raised an eyebrow at that. "While I can hardly disagree that your kits would be exceptional, that is very much not you to make it the norm."

"That's far, far more polite than how I worded it when I told him the same thing," she chuckled. "The strangest part was that he seemed to seriously believe I should be flattered that he wanted me as glorified breeding stock."

"I do not doubt it, on either count." He shook his head. "There are cultures I simply do not understand the ways of out there."

"Agreed," she nodded. "Some of them aren't that bad, others - well, let's just say that I'm glad yours sounds pretty good," she smiled.

"And many are just very, very odd." He chuckled softly. "I've traveled enough to have a real appreciation at moving into an area that I actually understand the culture of."

"One of these days you'll have to tell me about some of your traveling," she smiled. "Me, I've tended to stay in one place, unless assignments moved me around."

"Being in a chain of command will lead to that," he nodded easily. "I will definitely be showing you some of my favored places, however, not just telling you of them."

"That'll probably take more than a weekend retreat," she smiled softly, "but I'm sure it'll be worth it."

"Oh, you might be surprised." He rumbled softly. "A weekend here, a weekend there, you'll have seen enough to choose a favorite spot."

"You've got something up your sleeve, don't you," she asked with a rumble. "Either that, or not that many different places to visit."

"I have a very dedicated staff that excels in ensuring everything goes smoothly when I relax." Tarron smiled. "And we do have time."

"That we do," she smiled softly. "If nothing else, we'll have to see about making some."

I am sure we can arrange for that," he rumbled softly. "Sometimes, the universe just has to wait in line."

"Why do I have the feeling you'd find some way to make it wait, if you had to," she chuckled, sipping her drink and putting her hand over his.

"Because I would." He smirked slightly.

"Hay, Felina!" Captain Silvertail grinned at her as he came onto the flight deck, waving her over.

"Hey yourself, Silver," Felina grinned back, walking over to the silvery gray tabby tom, her flight helmet slung under her arm. "What's up?"

"Wondering who that serious looker you were with last night is." He grinned at her. "And if he's got a sibling."

"Not that I know of," she chuckled, shaking her head a bit. "As for who he is, he's a very special tiger."

"I could see that," he grinned at her. "He any good?"

"At?" Felina smirked a bit, enjoying playing with the other pilot. Probably a bit more than she should, but that was half the fun.

Silver just rolled his eyes at her. "Oh, please. As hot as the two of you were on each other, I'm surprised they didn't call the fire department out to cool you down."

"As interested as I am in figuring out how you know that," she smirked, "I'm going to have to disappoint you on that count; he's been a perfect gentleman so far."

Silver blinked a couple times, his jaw a bit slack. "You're joking, Fel."

"Nope," she chuckled, shaking her head. "He's an incredible guy, a sweetie, and a gentleman. Besides, we've only gone out twice - you really think I'm that sort of fem?"

The silver tabby was caught between surprise on several levels, his instinctive response and the survival instinct that was screaming at him to say no.

"N-not really." He finally mumbled, his eyes down a bit.

"Hey, c'mon," she laughed, patting him on the back. "Lighten up. It's true though - whatever you saw, that's about as much as has happened between us."

So far, she added mentally.

"Right," he nodded sharply and smiled up at her. "Good luck with it, he looks like a seriously hot one."

"Oh he is," she smiled down at him. "And if it turns out he does have a brother squirreled away somewhere, I'll let you know," she winked, earning a grin as Silver bounced back to his more playful self.

"If you ever get to threesomes, let me know?" He grinned at her, clearly serious even though he was teasing.

"Tease," she smirked, swatting his rump with her tail. "If he brings it up, maybe I'll think about it. Y'know though," she added with a wink, "if you're looking for handsome stripes, you could always hang out around the officers the Khans shipped over here."

"Oh, I know." He rumbled and licked his lips. "Very hot stuff."

"Something tells me you've been redefining 'improving international relations,'" she chuckled.

"I do my best," he grinned unrepentantly.

"Good for you," she chuckled. "Come on, we'd better get out on patrol before somebody spots us and the Commander has both our hides."

"Yeah," Silver chuckled and headed off towards his plane. "Catch you skyside!"

Felina and Tarron were snuggled together comfortably in the theater, managing to pay at least some attention to the thriller on the screen. Not enough that it really interrupted them when the killer attacked, but that didn't really bother either of them.

The light vibration Felina could feel against her hip, however, did.

"*Damn it,*" she thought. "*It had to happen some time....*"

"Duty calls?" He whispered in resigned irritation.

"Afraid so," she sighed, leaning over and kissing his cheek softly. "I'll call you when I'm through?"

"I'll be waiting, beautiful." He whispered and kissed her gently on the mouth, not completely oblivious to the other people hurriedly leaving the movie. Felina returned the kiss, though far more briefly than she would have liked.

"Stay safe," she smiled at him, though her tone left no doubt how serious she was about the warning as she followed the other Enforcers from the theater who were answering the same call to battle.

"You stay safe, love." He whispered after she left and turned inside himself for a touch of the power to ensure it in his absence.

One city saved. One Smog Monster bites the dust. One very important movie date resumed before midnight.

Not a bad record for their first interrupted moment. Felina smiled and snuggled up with Tarron again, trying to watch the movie. Despite everything, she was distracted by the events of the battle as much as by the Tiger's comfortable presence.

Nobody was sure where the smog-monster had come from, but they were even less sure of where it had gone. SWAT hadn't gotten involved, the Enforcers had barely even had a chance for things to start going strongly one way or the other, when it simply seemed to wink out of existence.

That alone was enough to be distracting, but what was worse was that she could still smell the sickly, smoky smell of the thing, even after showering until not even a Kantin could pick up on the scent.

Then she realized ... it wasn't coming from her.

"Tarron," she asked softly, looking up at him.

"Mmm?" He looked up from nuzzling her.

"Were you at Central Park East after I left," she asked softly, trying not to disturb any of the few others in the theater.

She felt the surprised tension in his powerful frame, and half to her surprise, he nodded.

"I could smell the thing on you," she explained softly. "After the movie, I think we need to talk...."

"I expect so." Tarron consented, though there was something akin to fear about him. Not the fear she was used to sensing in people, but something closer to trepidation. Like the quiet before the storm, when you know it's coming, but everything is still and peaceful.

"What's wrong?" she asked softly.

"I ... it's part of what you want to talk about." He murmured and kissed her cheek. "In private."

"All right," she nodded, giving him a gentle kiss back, leaving it at that for the time being and wondering just what was wrong.

The rest of the evening passed more uneasily than either of them liked, before the movie ended and they returned to Tarron's penthouse.

"Can we talk now," Felina asked, as the doors to the private elevator closed behind them.

"Yes," he nodded, clearly very uneasy with it, but unwilling to deny her the explanations she was about to ask for.

"Were you following the Enforcers when we went up against that thing?" she asked, hoping he'd say no, but seriously doubting he would. It could just be that he'd happened into the wrong place at the wrong time....

"No," he said softly wish a shake of his head and found a comfortable place in his cushioned living room as she started to let out a sigh of relief. "I was following a different trail to it." He added, knowing he could have gotten away with the half truth, but no longer willing to lie to her, even by omission.

"Why?" she asked, sitting down across from him. "Why'd you put yourself in danger like that?"

"I was in little danger, compared to you." He said softly. "That creature was little threat, even if it had realized I was there."

"Compared to - Tarron, I was in a fighter. How could you possibly have been in that much less danger and still been anywhere near it?" Something told her that she wasn't going to like the answer to that one very much.

"That ... can be a very complicated answer." He told her softly. "The condensed version is magic. Some very powerful magic I have at my command."

"Mag- Tarron... what do you mean, magic?" Felina's gut instinct was that she'd been right, that this was not a good thing, but she tried to calm herself down quickly, without showing the response. This was Tarron, whatever else was going on.

He leaned back and sighed, wishing they'd had a bit more time together before his protective instincts got him in this conversation.

"The skills to reshape reality," he explained. "And the power to make it happen. Magic is real Felina. It is just very, very rare in this time and place."

"I know it's real," she said softly, swallowing a bit of a lump in her throat, "I've seen it used before.... You're the reason that thing just disappeared like it did," she said, certain it was the truth.

"Yes," he confirmed quietly. "And why I have such perfect household help. I conjured them, not hired them."

"Is any of this real?"

"It is all real, Felina." He said gently. "While I could create a home completely by magic, it is much easier to use normal means for most of it. It would be real either way."

"Sorry," she said, ducking her head a bit. "Just not used to seeing magic do things like that, even when I do see it."

"It's all right," he extended a hand to her. "My magic is used for things that are not so flashy, or city disrupting, as the Omegas you deal with. This is what most spell-weavers use their craft for. To make life more comfortable and continue to learn."

She reached out and took his offered hand, moving over next to him again slowly.

"I believe you," she said softly. "Just a little surprising... I knew there was something strange about you, but I never guessed it was something like this," she chuckled weakly.

"The reason your people couldn't find anything on me before thirty years ago, is because I wasn't part of this world before then." He told her quietly, letting his words sink in.

"Your homeland... isn't even on Aristal," she said softly. "Never was, was it?"

"No," he admitted quietly. "Maragoth is very similar, so I use it when it comes up. The land I am from is called Marshere. It is a very magic rich world."

"How did you get here then?"

"I made a mistake," he shrugged fractionally. "A teleport spell meant to take me to one of the cities brought me to this world instead."

"I'm sorry," she said softly, reaching over to put a hand on his shoulder gently and felt him shift into the touch slightly.

"It was some time ago." He said softly. "As much as I miss my home, I've made my place here."

"I'm glad," she said sincerely, shifting to kiss his cheek gently. "For a lot of things," she added softly.

"Me too," he turned and smiled softly at her and set his hand gently on hers on his shoulder. "Particularly for you."

Felina blushed a bit at that, turning her head away slightly.

"It's mutual... Tarron? Now that I know about this... does it change anything?"

"Only if it does for you," he murmured and lifted her fingers to kiss them. "I intended to tell you, to explain everything, before we became intimate. It seems Fate decided to take the choice of timing from me. That is all that happened. I do love you Felina. That has nothing to do with my secrets, only my heart."

"Good," she smiled softly, leaning close to nuzzle his shoulder. "I don't want it to change anything... and I don't think it does. For me, it doesn't. You're still Tarron, after all," she smiled at him.

"And you are still Felina," he murmured and kissed her hand. "And in the end, that is what matters."

"Yes," she smiled softly, pressing close to him. "Y'know... I think we should think about arranging one of those weekends away you were talking about," she murmured, nuzzling his shoulder.

"I expect it would be good to get away," he smiled down at her affectionately. "We have both had quite an eventful day to recover from."

"You more than I have," she chuckled, snuggling up close. "Thanks to your eventful day, at least."

"Mmm," he rumbled in pleasure, arousal beginning to tinge the edge of his scent with a pleasant musk. "Perhaps, but it left you with quite a shock to deal with." He nuzzled her gently. "I am very glad you can see past what I am trained as, to the Tiger who loves you."

Felina blushed at that, nuzzling him gently. "I'm an Enforcer - it's my job to see what people are really like where it counts." She kissed his cheek. "Besides," she continued softly, "wherever you're from, whatever you've been trained to do, I love you too. That's what really matters."

"Yes, it is." He breathed in deeply of her scent and tipped her chin up gently for a kiss that slowly deepened.

The brown-furred shekat's lips parted, her breath quickening as she turned towards him more fully, wrapping her arms around his broad, muscular body and felt it welcome her presence with a level of natural desire that was rather reassuring after the previous day.

"Do you wish this to continue?" Tarron's voice was thick and tight, his restraint only just holding him back.

"If you do," she rumbled softly, kissing him. "But if you do, then by Bastet yes."

"I do, beautiful." He rumbled and leaned back to lie on the soft pillows they were sitting on, pulling her gently on top of him.

"I have one request of you for this weekend," Tarron soke softly and kissed her hand as they rode in his car to a private airport. "Ask what is on your mind."

"All right," she smiled, shifting her hand to rub his cheek lightly. "I suppose the first question is where we're going then. It wasn't easy talking my way out of having a GPS bolted onto me, 'in case something happened,'" she chuckled.

"I'm sure," he chuckled softly and kissed her cheek. "Your uncle is most protective. We are going to my home, my real home, on this world."

"He is," she agreed, rolling her eyes a bit. "Seems to forget what my job is half the time too. Ah well." She snuggled up to the larger Tiger next to her on the seat. "What's it like?"

"You will see soon enough," he rumbled softly and slid and arm around her to draw her just a little bit closer. "It is a place of almost pure magic for this world, set at the heart of a Node, a place of great power."

"Uhm ... take this the right way, Tarron, but does that mean a lot of very, very strange things are going to happen while we're there? Magic usually means redefining my idea of what happens in reality," she chuckled slightly.

"Most likely," he nodded and kissed her cheek gently. "But it is also very control now. I have many safeguards in place to deal with power surges, and between the three of us who are trained, there is very little a Node like this one can do that we can not handle easily."

"Well, I didn't bring a sidearm along, so they'd better be fairly small things that need handling on my end."

"Oh, they will be, and I'll show you where I keep the weapons stashed." He chuckled softly ands squeezed her against his side.

"You keep a collection at your place too, huh?" She chuckled a bit, snuggling up against him. "I think I'd rather not have to use them for anything but target practice, honestly - this weekend's for us, not some random whatsit from beyond time and space."

"Mmm, yes." He rumbled and kissed her mouth chastely. "Though most of my weapons are not the modern kind." He chuckled softly. "Magic fights magic, most of the time."

"Somehow," she chuckled, kissing him back a little less chastely, "I have a hard time imagining myself fighting with Excalibur or something. And you'd better not think I'd let you fight something on your own."

"No more than I can leave you to fight on your own," he murmured softly and hugged her. "I expect no less of a fighter such as you. Your fire and nature is what drew me to you in the first place."

"Thanks," she smiled, before her expression became more serious. "Tarron? You're not planning on... erasing every problem that comes up from now on, are you? Like that smoke creature?"

"I can't," he said regretfully. "I am powerful, but not that powerful. I can't fix everything, though I will no doubt try to fix the ones I can."

"Please ... be careful, okay?" She looked him in the eyes and brushed his cheek gently. "I know you can do these incredible things ... but I don't want you getting hurt. And I don't want somebody finding out about you, either ... you've been keeping it a secret for a reason, I'd imagine."

"I know," he smiled faintly and kissed her. "I have not survived so long or been this successful without being careful." He raised one hand to brush her cheek. "All promises are off if you are hurt, however."

"Haven't been yet," she pointed out softly. "At least not seriously. But thank you ... for being willing to help, and being willing not to, sometimes."

"One of the most important lessons a mage learns is to understand their limits, and by extension, their place in things." He chuckled and kissed her gently. "Besides, I know I can be of more help assisting behind the scenes with politics and cut rates on good quality equipment."

"Speaking of which," she chuckled slightly, "I think you've got a fan club at Enforcer HQ thanks to the help you've been giving us so far. Girl could get jealous if she didn't know better," she winked.

"Just doing my best to help my new city out." He chuckled softly. "I can't leave the armed forces so badly under equipped, now can I?"

"Not really a good business decision, granted, but try telling that to Pumadyne," she chuckled, rolling her eyes.

"I think we had this discussion already," he chuckled softly. "About why I funded that abused shekat's shelter."

"Yeah," she smiled affectionately. "Still, just means you're all the more special." She leaned up to kiss him gently.

"Who has finally found someone just as special to share his life." Tarron smiled and kissed her gently as the car came to a stop.

"I like the sound of that," she purred, kissing him again. "Mmm ... should we get into your place, before we give the driver a show?"

"Yes," he murmured and claimed a quick kiss before getting out of the vehicle and offering his hand to her. "The privacy will be most welcome."

"One thing we seem to have a lot of here," she smiled, taking his hand and climbing out. "Uhm ... Tarron? One more question. Jay and Rik, are they ... real?"

"Yes," he smiled softly at her and showed her to the private jet painted in his trademark white, red and gold. "They came with me when I first arrived."

"I was just wondering," she chuckled, following him to the jet. "I figured that trying to pass a hand through them would probably be just a little rude, and it probably wouldn't work either way."

"Umm, no." He chuckled and shook his head as they boarded a very elegant corporate jet with a plush interior that wouldn't be at all out of place at the Feral manor. "It wouldn't have."

"I'm still getting used to the idea of magic not dropping dinosaurs or mummies on the city," she chuckled slightly, looking around at the jet. "You know, I really should know better than to be surprised by things like this...."

"That I have normal looking places?" he chuckled and guided her to sit down in one of the blush seats.

"The idea of this being a normal looking place," she said, sitting down and sinking back into the seat. "The closest I usually see to a private jet is a cramped fighter - as you might expect," she winked, "this is just a bit more comfortable."

"Ah," he nodded and settled beside her as the muted humm of the jet's engines powering up added to the background noise. "I can imagine so. I do hope you will get much more accustomed to it soon." He leaned over and lifted her hand to kiss it. "I do wish you to be comfortable in my homes."

"I'm sure I will," she smiled, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "I'm just used to surroundings like this being attached to the ground by a strong foundation."

"The corporate world has a taste for luxury, and an objection to leaving it behind when they must travel." He chuckled slightly and drew her a little closer in the plush seats. "In many ways they are more lavish than the old money families such as yours."

"Oh, I'm sure some of us manage to keep up with you," she smiled. "The military-types just don't usually go for quite the same levels of luxury, my uncle excluded. Part of the reason I haven't invited you over to my apartment yet," she admitted with a chuckle.

"I am sure it suits you." He whispered softly and kissed her forehead. "It is not as if I chose you for your family's money. There would be much easier Ferals to court if that was my interest."

"I know," she nodded with a purr. "And I wasn't thinking you had. Just that my place is somewhat spartan, compared to yours." She kissed him lightly, putting an arm around his back.

"I doubt I would truly notice, with you in the room." Tarron murmured in her ear with a light lick along the edge.

"Mmm. ... Somehow, I think I'd probably forget about it pretty soon myself...." She leaned in close to him, her ear twitching a little reflexively as she purred deep in her throat.

Tarron took a deep breath to steady himself and drew away fractionally. "Would you care for something to eat?" He offered, trying to maintain their dignity until they reached his home seven hours away.

Felina bit back the response that came to mind first, before she went on to one that was more appropriate. "You have a kitchen up here?"

"A small galley," he nodded and settled in his own seat awkwardly. "Most passenger craft do."

"It might be a good idea then," she mused. "You said it was a long flight, after all."

"Seven hours," Tarron nodded and pressed an artfully concealed button on the wall. "What would you like?" He asked her with a soft smile when a primly dressed Doberman bitch entered the passenger cabin.

"What's on the menu," she asked, before realizing that there probably weren't too many limits on what would be available.

"Whatever Madame would enjoy." The prim stewardess replied with a smile. "Seafood Newburg, chicken al fredo, steak, and I'm sure we could manage something else if you wished."

"I think I'll go for the steak," she smiled slightly. "Medium well, thank you."

"Of course," the Kantin nodded and glanced at Tarron only to nod again without him saying a word. "Your meals will be ready shortly."

"You have a usual," Felina asked, chuckling a bit and snuggling up with the larger Tiger.

"I have a spell," he chuckled deeply. "I already placed my order."

"This is going to sound strange," she smiled, "but that sounds more normal, somehow."

"I'll take that as a good thing." He hugged her sideways. "It would not have been not long ago."

"Very true," she purred, hugging him back. "I think I'm just getting used to the idea, with you. Unique fits," she chuckled.

Committed to Peace

PG-13 for M/F
Het Level is High
Slash Level is
Femslash Level is None
Herm Level is None

75 KB, Story is Closed-Unfinished, Series is Closed-Unfinished
Written January 13, 2004 by Rauhnee Ranshanka and Karl Wolfemann

Setting: Maragoth, SWAT Kats

Primary Races: Kat, Xanith

Contents: Furry. Het (M/F).

Pairings: Felina Feral/Tarron Kavvy

Blurb: When an outsider catches the eye of a prominent Feral it is not a process that is rushed, or accepted without significant investigations. In some cases, it is even a process that the other side understands just as well. The only real surprise to most, is just who the report is for this time.

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