Coming of Age or Gene Soup

By AnitaB

Chapter three: Saving the day

He'd been so close. So close to saving Lilo from him, to saving himself from that pain and fear on her face. Then every inch of his body felt the heat of her skin as she barreled into his chest and pinned him beneath her grip. /Lilo, no."

She didn't listen, just shifted her hips against his racing heart and knelt on his lower hands. Her grip tightened on his other wrists and there was no way to escape without hurting her. /No, can't hurt my LIlo.\\ He bathed in the heat of her concern as she yelled at him, treasured the scent of her skin and the fire of her eyes. Stitch fought to keep all of that out of his eyes when he raised his head to argue with his precious Lilo. "Stitch knows."

Her anger went even hotter and he didn't even have time to hear her words before his Lilo shut down his brain with a hard, simple kiss right on his mouth. Stitch froze. /Lilo…my Lilo… kissing me.\\ His Lilo was so close, so warm against him. She smelled so good, her hair falling around his face. Soft lips touching his, pressing and licking and biting him. So good. And sweet? Her skin was coconut and vanilla on his tongue every time he licked her. But what would she taste like in a kiss? He was growling as he fought to keep his mouth shut and not let her take this further. If Lilo broke his control, he was going to hurt her. Stitch knew that.

And then his Lilo growled. The vibration of that little sound made every inch of his body beg to give in to her. Lilo wanted more and she was determined. When that warm sweet little tongue reached his, Stitch lost an edge of his control, helplessly losing himself in the sweet warmth of her mouth.

And she pulled away. Now he fought her grip on his wrists. /My Lilo, want more, want kisses.\\

The smile on her face told him he'd spoken some of it, not just thought it. "That's right, my Stitch, your Lilo. I'm yours and you're mine." Every single nerve in his body warmed at her claiming of him. Every single inch of his body pressed closer to the heat of hers. And then she gave him another kiss, a fast deep taste of heaven in the stroke of her tongue against his. But his Lilo pulled back far, far too soon. "So what are you going to do about it?"

He was going to kiss her, kiss her and run his claws through her hair and wrap his arms tight around her and never let go again. "Lilo, please." Stitch twisted his wrists in her hands, tried to free his hands from their place under her knees. But Lilo just shook her head and leaned harder into her hold on him.

"Nope, Stitch. I need to hear it. Tell me what you want, my Stitch, tell me what you need from me." Her breath teased his lips, just out of his reach. "Tell me, Stitch, and I'll give it to you."

Lips, skin. Sweet smelling hair, warm curves pressing close. His teeth needed to sink into her skin until her blood was a sweet taste on his tongue. /No, can't bite, can't mate, can't hurt you.\\ He stopped fighting her grip, laying back and fisting his claws into the sand. "No, Lilo. Stitch can't. Can't hurt you, my Lilo. Can't claim you, can't bite you."

Her face softened in the instant before she leaned down and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to his lips. Stitch was helpless before her taste and her warmth, instantly lost. "Stitch," then she pulled away from his lips and kissed her way down his fur to his neck. "Don't you want to be mine?" Another brush of her lips caught his breath in his throat. "Don't you want me to be yours?" This time it was a kittenish little lick up his collarbone, just like any number of times he'd licked her. "Don't you want to claim your lifemate?"

He got her name to his lips and his claws buried in his own palms in the half second before his Lilo sank her teeth into his fur, digging deeper to reach the skin just over his pulse. Every inch of his body felt it. His lifemate was claiming him, was sinking her teeth into his skin in a deliberate marking. She wasn't going to manage to bleed him, but his instincts, his genes didn't feel any difference. /Mine, my Lilo, my mate.\\ Every cell, every fiber of his being demanded the soft, sweet curve of her throat between his teeth, thirsted for the taste of her blood on his tongue. He howled her name, still fighting his body to hold still. Stitch could break her hold on him easily. But if he moved even one inch, he'd have her on her back in the wet sand and her skin in his teeth. /Can't, can't hurt you, please.\\

"Well, Stitch?" She licked his neck right over her mark before she lifted her head and smiled at him. When Lilo leaned down for another kiss, he could taste his skin on her teeth, on her tongue. It tasted so good. Stitch licked his way deeper into her mouth, growling low in his throat at the taste of her bite. It was so good, but it wasn't enough. Especially when she took her lips away. "Don't you want to claim me back, my Stitch? Don't you want to bite me?" Lilo tossed her hair back over her shoulder and leaned low to put that smooth, beautiful line of her flesh close to his face. "Don't you want your mark on me?"

He was growling helplessly. Stitch could see her pulse racing under the skin of her throat. Her body pressed closer to his chest, pushing the arched line of her neck that much closer to his teeth. "Lilo, my Lilo. My mate." He was going to do it, going to sink his teeth into her throat until he could taste her blood on his tongue. But not yet. If he didn't want to hurt her, there was a little something he could do about it. "Hold on tight, my Lilo."

Twisting his lower arms free of her knees, he wrapped them tight around her waist and got to his feet. She released his wrists and wrapped both arms around his neck as he carried her up the beach and into the undergrowth past the trees. "Stitch?"

"Can't hurt you, Lilo. But going to bite you." He sank to his knees in a patch of thick grass, still cradling her in all four of his arms. "Trust me, my Lilo?"

She nodded, burying her face under his chin to kiss and lick her mark in his neck. "I trust you, my Stitch. Make me yours."

It took all his willpower to keep his grip on her gentle at the light scrape of her teeth over his skin and the complete faith she had in him. "My Lilo, mine." Stitch forced his arms open, to lay her gently on her back in the leaves. Her hair spread out behind her and his claws itched to stroke through it. She was his, wanted to be his. He had every right to bury his hands and his face in her hair and breathe in the smell of her skin. "So beautiful," Stitch lowered himself into her open arms and fisted two hands into her hair as the other two slid around the smooth line of her waist. She felt so good in his arms. "So perfect, my Lilo."

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He'd agreed. He wasn't fighting or running or hiding, or walking into the damn ocean anymore. Stitch was laying her down in the leaves and lying in her arms with every line of his body shaking and pulling her closer. "So perfect, my Lilo."

His claws tickled on their way around her waist and through her hair. His lips touched her neck and every inch of her body felt it. His teeth in her skin would mean that he was safe, that he was hers. She was his forever as soon as his teeth sank into her skin. Any pain would be worth it, without question. "Please, Stitch, bite me."

Stitch licked over her pulse with a soft growl and pulled back. "No, Lilo. Not yet." Furry hands cupped her face and his lips stopped so close to hers that she was the one growling gently. "Want to make you feel good, first. Less pain." She was clinging to his wrists trying to high enough for the kiss when he leaned down to give it to her. Now he was really kissing her, not just letting her kiss him. Stitch wanted this as badly as she did. And this felt so good. Strong arms pulled her closer along the fur of his chest as he deepened this delicious kiss. One strong hand cupped her knee, sliding up the outside of her leg between the leaves of her hula skirt. Her heart raced at the stroke of his palm and the edges of his claws up the lines of her thigh. "So soft, my Lilo. So warm."

"Stitch, please," She needed him closer, needed more of him against her skin. Lilo fisted both hands in the fur of his back and dragged his lips back to hers. /More, Stitch, more kisses.\\ He growled at the stroke of her tongue along his, his claws tightening at the edge of her hips even as his other hands angled her head for depth. He tasted so damn good. Her body arched against his chest and then she started trembling. When her leg had curled around his hip for leverage, it dragged his fur against the sensitive skin high on the inside of her thigh. "Ah… St… Stitch…"

"Yes, Lilo?" His voice was normal. How dare he sound so calm when she was dying to rub her body over every inch of his. When she was helpless before his kiss and the warmth of his fur. Lilo wrapped both legs tight around his waist, tilted her chin down for the right angle, and sank her teeth as hard as she could into his neck. She felt weirdly satisfied as every inch of his body arched and trembled just as hard as hers and his hips pressed even tighter between her legs. "Lilo! My Lilo!" She loved it when he growled her name.

"Yes, Stitch?" She didn't quite manage normal, but she didn't hear all the heat in her voice that she was feeling. Lilo called that a win. She wasn't going to win for long by the dark smile on his lips as he leaned over her. One set of claws left her thigh to move between them to drag the fur on his knuckles over her underwear. Lilo found his shoulder in her teeth as every inch of her body pushed her hips into his hand. She could feel his fur through the cloth and she wanted…needed the smooth warm slide of fur against the most sensitive skin on her body. Weakly dragging her teeth from his skin, Lilo arched into his fingers and pleaded breathlessly. "Stitch, please…touch me…please."

He smiled against the bare line of her shoulder, licking along her collarbone as his claws gently slid past the fabric. Then he was breathless, panting into the line of her neck as he ever so careful rubbed his knuckles up and down without the fabric in the way. "Oh, sweet Lilo." She barely heard him with every nerve in her body focused completely on the feel of his fur… right… there. His lips found hers and the kiss was as rough as his claws were gentle between her thighs. "My Lilo, my mate." Stitch licked and nibbled his way up and down her throat as he pressed one finger slowly inside her.

Something… something was building inside her. And it had everything to do with the furry strength of his body over hers, the sweet warmth of his mouth on her skin, and the gentle stroke and exploration of his claws against and inside her. Another touch, another kiss, another stroke and that something spilled over. "Stitch!" Only when every muscle in her body went tight and trembling, only when she yelled his name, did Stitch finally sink his teeth into the skin of her neck hard enough to draw blood. It didn't hurt. With all the other sensations flooding her body, Lilo barely felt the bite at all.

When her eyes finally opened and her breath slowed back down, Lilo could feel the long, slow, soothing stroke of his tongue over and over the bite mark in her throat. She could feel the fur warm against so much of her skin and the stroke of four strong hands over her back, waist and hips. "Lilo?"

The little bit of fear in his voice was also there in his face when he lifted his head to meet her eyes. Lilo wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed close against every inch of his body. "I'm fine, Stitch, I'm safe and I'm yours." Relief washed through the body over hers and she was wrapped even tighter in strong muscles and soft, warm fur. His smile sent the last worry out of her nerves and by the time his lips reached for hers, Lilo was helplessly laughing into their kiss.

Stitch lifted her up against his chest and bounced her in his arms. Lilo was laughing and clinging to his shoulders when his hands cupped her face and his claws ran through her hair. "Thank you, Lilo. Thank you, my sweet Lilo. My pretty mate." Strong arms slowly lowered her down his body until his lips reached her. Nothing felt better in the whole world than the sweet, confidant claim in Stitch's kiss and the slide of his fur on her skin.

When his lips finally left hers, Lilo was breathless and standing only because of the strong grip of his arms around her. Her legs weren't working at all. Resting her forehead against his, Lilo smiled and ran her fingers through his fur. "I promised Jumba that I'd bring you home safe. We should go."

Even the idea of her being near a non-biological male didn't put any tension into the arms around her. Stitch was more relaxed than he'd been in weeks, maybe months. "Come with Stitch." Intertwining their fingers, he kissed the back of her hand and led the way through the trees back towards the house.

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Never in his life had he been so relieved to see blood. Jumba felt his every nerve relax when his eyes locked on the pair walking slowly out of the trees. Little girl had a perfect imprint of teeth on her throat as she walked hand in hand with his little 626, both were smiling and laughing.

Jumba found himself laughing as well as he moved to meet them at the lab door. "Stitch? Little girl?"

"Look who I found, Jumba. The idiot thought he was going for a swim." Lilo smiled and half-glared at Stitch, who merely ducked his head and lifted the back of her hand against his lips. It was then that Jumba noticed that Lilo was standing less than ten feet from his toes and Stitch wasn't growling.

"I see our little 626 has come to senses, yah?"

Stitch reacted, but not with the growling or biting that was his current norm. He grinned, released Lilo's hand, and nodded his head. "My Lilo, hug Jumba."

Lilo hadn't been this relaxed in days either. She smiled and stepped forward and wrapped her arms tight around his neck as he bent down to return the hug.

Stitch didn't even flinch, didn't growl or clench his hands or anything. Stitch's little girl was in the arms of another male, one not related to her by blood. "It worked." Jumba squeezed her even tighter at the sound of her words. "Thank you, Jumba. Thank you for my Stitch."

"Little girl most welcome." Jumba set Lilo on her feet and brushed her hair behind her ear. "Thank you for saving 626." Then Jumba reached out one big arm and dragged Stitch into a hug. "No more running, my little monster. You hear me?"

"Stitch hears you." His little monster hugged him back tightly before pulling back and reclaiming Lilo's hand. They were safe and together. Jumba had hoped for nothing more. The last tight nerve in Jumba's back completely unwound.

"Good. This perfect solution." Now it was Lilo and Stitch both laughing and it sounded very good.

The end.

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