**Unexpected Encounter**

Tarzan's fingers moved with a gentleness he never knew he possessed, carefully cleaning and dressing Jane's wound. She winced occasionally, her eyes fluttering closed as she focused on the sensation, but she didn't pull away. There was something about Tarzan's calm demeanor that put her at ease, despite the strangeness of her situation. As he worked, Tarzan couldn't help but steal glances at Jane's face, taking in the contours of her features, the color of her eyes, and the texture of her skin. He marveled at her softness, her fragility, and yet, her resilience. It was as if he was drinking in the very essence of her, trying to understand this strange, new creature. Jane, sensing Tarzan's gaze, opened her eyes to find him staring at her. She smiled weakly, and Tarzan's face went still, his eyes locked on hers. He didn't understand her expression, but he felt a flutter in his chest, a sensation he had never experienced before. Days passed, and Jane's wound healed under Tarzan's care. She began to explore her surroundings, marveling at the treehouse and the jungle that Tarzan called home. Tarzan watched her with equal fascination, observing as she interacted with the animals, her movements gentle and respectful. As Jane's strength returned, she began to communicate with Tarzan using gestures and simple drawings. Tarzan's curiosity grew, and he found himself leaning in close to examine her sketches, his fingers tracing the lines and shapes. Jane laughed, her eyes sparkling, and Tarzan's heart skipped a beat. One day, as Jane was sketching in a notebook, Tarzan reached out to touch her hand, his fingers brushing against hers. Jane didn't pull away, instead, she let her hand rest under his, guiding him as he explored the sensation of her skin. Tarzan's eyes widened as he felt a spark of electricity, a sensation he had never experienced before. Tarzan's curiosity about Jane's appearance and behaviors grew, and he found himself exploring her body, not understanding human anatomy or social norms. He would touch her hair, marveling at its softness, or examine her hands, fascinated by the opposable thumbs. Jane, realizing Tarzan's inexperience and genuine curiosity, started to introduce herself and her world to him through drawings and acting. As the days turned into weeks, Tarzan and Jane grew closer, their bond strengthening with each passing moment. Tarzan struggled to understand Jane's language, but he was determined to learn, to connect with this strange, new creature who had captured his heart. Jane, too, was captivated by Tarzan's innocence and curiosity. She saw the world through his eyes, and it was as if she had discovered it all over again. The jungle, once a familiar and comfortable place, was now a magical realm, full of wonder and excitement. As they sat together in the treehouse, Tarzan turned to Jane, his eyes locked on hers. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, and Jane's heart skipped a beat. She didn't pull away, instead, she leaned into his touch, her eyes closed in anticipation. Tarzan's face was inches from hers, his breath whispering against her skin. He didn't understand the sensation that was building inside him, but he knew that he wanted to explore it, to experience it again and again. And as he looked into Jane's eyes, he knew that he was ready to embark on a journey that would take him into uncharted territory, a journey that would awaken him to the very heart of his own humanity.