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It was times like this, when Jane truly felt she’d made the right call in staying in the jungle. Tarzan was entirely too precious, when he did his best to convey what he couldn’t yet in English. Of course, the terribly accurate crocodile hiss was plenty to go off, but the gestures? Oh, oh she couldn’t with this man. Jane loved every moment she’d spent as Tarzan’s treasured bride, and there was still so much that Jane could learn, in turn, from her big, strong groom.

“‘Crocodiles’, Tarzan. The word you were searching for was ‘crocodiles’,” she assisted, her cute little nose scrunching a bit as she smiled a smile as bright as sunlight. Her still flushed cheek was warm, beneath his gentle caress, as she leaned into his touch. Surely, poor Tantor was still recovering from the fright those crocodiles must’ve given him.

“Oh, quite nice,” Jane affirmed, turning her sketchbook so Tarzan could see the sketch. It was nearly done, and even if the gibbon left she could still finish the piece. “I couldn’t have asked for a better model, she kept perfectly still the entire time! It was certainly easier than sketching Manu!”

You'd think Jane would be more aware of her surroundings, or at least learn to be, living in the jungle. She was it's queen, after all...

...but that was just it. She was the queen, wife of the King of the Jungle himself.

Yes, she felt she shouldn't burden her darling husband because she was so utterly focused on her sketching again, but how could Jane not allow herself to relax, when she knew that she would always be safe as long as Tarzan was patrolling this wild terrain? Plus, she was well within the 'safe zone' (as safe as the African jungle could be, anyways). Most predators didn't linger (at least, the smart ones) too close to the heart Gorilla Lands because Tarzan was one of them.

Threaten a gorilla (or the Porters), and you'd be on the end of Tarzan's spear faster than you could say 'mercy'.

Tarzan, that sweet, passionate, dashing wild man that had so gently taken Jane's heart and cradled it, and her, in his strong embrace...how could Jane do anything but give up civilized society for a man who treated her like no other would? Tarzan, who hadn't been raised in the overbearing patriarchal society Jane and Archimedes had sailed in from?

Speaking of...

"Oh my!" the tiny Englishwoman exclaimed with a start, pencil flying right out of her hand once again (thank heaven for the fact she'd lifted it off her sketch, and the fact that this drawing session hadn't occurred in a tree) for the umpteenth time since they'd gotten married. Jane quickly relaxed, though, giggling as her cheeks flushed and her heart fluttered at her beloved's enduring tenderness.

"Goodness, Tarzan, you'd think I'd be used to you sneaking up on me by now!" she spoke, setting the sketchpad on her lap and resting her hands on Tarzan's toned arms.

"I take it all's well, Love?"

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You'd think Jane would be more aware of her surroundings, or at least learn to be, living in the jungle. She was it's queen, after all...

...but that was just it. She was the queen, wife of the King of the Jungle himself.

Yes, she felt she shouldn't burden her darling husband because she was so utterly focused on her sketching again, but how could Jane not allow herself to relax, when she knew that she would always be safe as long as Tarzan was patrolling this wild terrain? Plus, she was well within the 'safe zone' (as safe as the African jungle could be, anyways). Most predators didn't linger (at least, the smart ones) too close to the heart Gorilla Lands because Tarzan was one of them.

Threaten a gorilla (or the Porters), and you'd be on the end of Tarzan's spear faster than you could say 'mercy'.

Tarzan, that sweet, passionate, dashing wild man that had so gently taken Jane's heart and cradled it, and her, in his strong embrace...how could Jane do anything but give up civilized society for a man who treated her like no other would? Tarzan, who hadn't been raised in the overbearing patriarchal society Jane and Archimedes had sailed in from?

Speaking of...

"Oh my!" the tiny Englishwoman exclaimed with a start, pencil flying right out of her hand once again (thank heaven for the fact she'd lifted it off her sketch, and the fact that this drawing session hadn't occurred in a tree) for the umpteenth time since they'd gotten married. Jane quickly relaxed, though, giggling as her cheeks flushed and her heart fluttered at her beloved's enduring tenderness.

"Goodness, Tarzan, you'd think I'd be used to you sneaking up on me by now!" she spoke, setting the sketchpad on her lap and resting her hands on Tarzan's toned arms.

"I take it all's well, Love?"

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Mischief.

Pure and simple mischief.

That was what her sweet beau had in mind as he slowly began to sneak up from the very tops of a tree down toward where Jane was working on a sketch of a nearby gibbon. When Jane removed pencil from paper for but a moment, Tarzan took his chance to strike.

He was quick to wrap his arms around her slender waist from behind, nuzzling his cheek into the side of her tender, slim neck with a playful little growl indicating that he was happy to see her after a long day of patrolling the forests to assure the safety of the troupe of gorillas.

"Jane." His voice was as tender as it always was whenever he spoke to her.