Their Polar Bear Dilemma

4 - The Kissing Rules

Jax

    After hanging out in the bedroom for a little bit, Shiloh asked if we could go swimming at the pond.  It had always been one of her favorite things to do when visiting me, so I didn’t waste any time answering her question with a ‘heck yeah!”

    A lot of the time, we would invite my siblings to join us, but I wanted Shiloh all to myself for the day, so I insisted we go alone, and Shiloh had no objections.  In fact, she looked especially pleased about it.

    When we got outside, we raced across the front lawn until we reached the tree line.  Instead of hiding behind a tree to undress where I couldn’t see her, Shiloh stood right beside me and stripped her clothes off without a care in the world.

    Being shifters, we had seen each other naked many times over the years, but I still found myself looking at her beautiful body in sheer awe.  Shiloh had a perfect hourglass figure with curves in all the right places, and she loved to catch me gawking at her.  

    However, she always made it a point to avoid other males seeing her naked if at all possible.  It wasn’t because she was bashful or anything like that.  She did it out of respect for me, and I appreciated the hell out of it.

    Shiloh had seen me attack werewolves, werecats and werebears twice my size for gawking at her.  I had always been overprotective of my mate, but I couldn’t help it.  Shiloh was my world, and I wasn’t about to let anybody look or speak to her in an inappropriate way.  

    As soon as we were undressed, I shifted into a jaguar while she shifted into a black panther, then she immediately snuggled against my side, making those fabulous sparks flow between our fur.  I licked behind her ears a few times, then I mind linked, ‘Let’s go enjoy that swim.’

    Shiloh sprinted through the forest with me on her heels, getting us to the pond in no time, then she ran straight into the water.  I followed her into the water, where we splashed around for a few minutes, then Shiloh shifted back into her human form.

    I was quick to follow suit, then I grabbed Shiloh’s hips and pulled her against me.  With a beautiful smile lighting up her face, Shiloh wrapped her arms around my neck and tangled her fingers in my hair, then she happily chirped, “I’m so glad we get to be together all the time now!”

    “Me too,” I hummed while nuzzling my nose against hers, then I pressed my lips against hers.

    Shiloh pulled away from the kiss after a few seconds, then she jumped and wrapped her legs around my waist before her lips came crashing back down on mine.  We enjoyed kissing each other for a few minutes, then Shiloh laid her head on my shoulder and asked, “Where do you want to live after we turn eighteen?”

    “I don’t care which pack we settle down at.  All I care about is your happiness,” I responded in total honesty.

    “I love the Jungle Pack and my parents are there, but I also love it here.  For a while now, I have felt more at home when I’ve been here.   That’s why I pushed for me to move in with you instead of the other way around,” Shiloh explained.

    “If we decide to stay here…, do you want to live in the castle?” I curiously asked.

    “The castle is nice, but I have lived in a castle my entire life.  It would be a nice change to have an actual home of our own,” she admittedly with a lopsided smile.

    “Kitten, if there isn’t a cabin available, I will build one for you,” I declared with determination.

    “Can it be a cottage like that one,” she asked, pointing at my parent’s personal cottage.

    I flashed a smile at my beautiful mate and answered, “That’s a must!  I know how fond you are of the cottage!”

    “We have so many good memories from there already.  Like our first kiss,” Shiloh reminisced with her voice sweet and melodic, bringing the memory of that very special day to my mind. 

    It was my fifth birthday.  My mum brought us to the cottage, so we could spend the day swimming.  We were taking a break while mum prepared lunch for me, Shiloh and my siblings.  That’s when it happened.

    We were sitting on the living room floor, so we didn’t get the furniture soaked.  I was telling Shiloh how happy I was to be spending my birthday with her.  She beamed the cutest little smile at me, then she leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine.

    I could feel her lips curve up to form a wider smile, as those mysterious sparks made our lips tingle, and it was such a magical moment for us.  Sure, we had given each other little pecks on the cheek before then but feeling her lips on mine was exhilarating.

    When my mum looked over and saw we were kissing, she ran over and rushed to say, “Listen up, cubbies!  You can give each other kisses on the cheeks and hands, but that’s it for now!  You aren’t old enough to be kissing anywhere else!”

    Shiloh and I both blushed with embarrassment, as we timidly agreed to my mum’s terms, but we still managed to steal a secret kiss here and there.  My mum caught us kissing a few more times throughout the years, and she continued to chastise us for it until we turned thirteen.

    At that point, she sat us down again and laid out a new set of rules.  This time, we were given permission to kiss each other from the arms up, but we were forbidden to go any lower than the arms.

    By the time our sixteenth birthdays rolled around, my mum knew there was no keeping our lips off of each other.  She gave up on the no kissing below the arms, but she was adamant about us not mating or marking each other.  They had always been our top two rules, and both of our parents were insistent upon keeping those rules in place until Shiloh turned eighteen.

    It took a lot of self-restraints for both of us to follow those rules, but we persevered in the end and always stopped ourselves from taking things too far.  In a way, it was a good thing, because we were able to appreciate the other aspects of being fated mates.