What it Means to Have You

Curiosity and Cat Nip

Kine

The look on his face was that of a puppy who'd been caught chewing up a new pair of shoes red pawed. Guilty. My eyes narrowed dangerously, snapping him out of his obvious panic as he jerked up into a sitting position and began lifting his hands in an 'I surrender' gesture.

"I swear to god I didn't do anything. This guy I used to um... do stuff with wouldn't leave me alone. I even threatened him to stay away, but I have a feeling he's just going to try to come here."

I was about to snarl at him to get the hell away from me when his own features suddenly morphed to show anger that could rival my own. "I swear if he tries to touch you, I'll kill him."

My mouth went dry. He was pissed. Beyond pissed, even. When he looked back down at me, I could tell that he was furious but also frustrated. What I didn't see, though, was an ounce of guilt. Little sporadic rumbles were also beginning to start up from his chest, making me fidget. When I saw his hands go to either side of his jacket, I quickly sat up and snagged his wrists. He froze, wide-eyed gaze landing on mine in question.

"Don't tear that up."

A huge, embarrassed blush became visible on his cheeks and he looked down. Guessed right then. "Stay still for a second," I said as I carefully began tugging the jacket off his shoulders. While I was glad that he was upset about the other person climbing on him, he shouldn't ruin his nice clothing just to prove that he was mad. After pulling the jacket off him, I tossed it onto the floor and leaned over, nuzzling against his shoulder, then chest, and finally, the waist of his pants. I could feel his curious gaze on me as I moved, but when I got down to my last target, he visibly flinched, obviously surprised.

When I finally straightened up and leaned forward, putting both of my hands on his knees, he looked like he was about ready to grovel on the floor if it would get me to like him again.

Wait.

Again?

Glaring at the wall for a moment, I growled out a frustrated breath, then stared back up at his face.

"I trust you, idiot."

The look of relief that flooded his face was a wonder. He had been so angry only a few moments prior, and now it looked like I'd just told him that we could stay in bed for the next week and hump like bunnies. A faint image of that thought found its way into my head, and I had to swiftly look away from him or risk him seeing me turn red. It was a good idea to turn away... but also a bad one.

The second I took my gaze off of him, I was tackled to the blankets and a very heavy, and very loud-purring Nagol was suddenly nuzzling our faces together. God, this guy has some serious vibrating skills. Another image flashed into my mind, as well as a question about whether he purred so much during sex or not...

"Get off!" I shouted as I shoved at him, but that just got his attention away from the nuzzling, which was good, but then it redirected to licking! "Ew, come on. Nagol!" I had to keep squinting because of his darn tongue cleaning my face. It felt like a softer version of sandpaper, if that made sense. But either way, I wasn't interested in a bath, and even if I were, I was perfectly capable of doing it myself.

When he didn't let up, I sighed, then began counting down out loud. I started from ten this time, giving him a bit longer than last time. When I got closer to one, his arms began to relax, then he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. It wasn't really the off I wanted, but it was good enough to at least let me get some air.

"I'm sorry I, it's..." he stuttered, struggling to keep himself from leaning back over. I could see it in his eyes. The hunger. The need. They squeezed shut for a second as he scooted off of me and began trying to get his shirt off without tearing it. His jaguar was close to the surface, which was very clear considering the small patches of black fur beginning to sprout along his neck and the back of his hands.