Married to a firefly • Completed

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Levi

I woke up the next morning hearing something purr loudly in my ear. My eyes flew open and met the tiny eyes of a kitten. The kitten I had picked out a few days after the wedding when Parker had told me Poppy was afraid of them.

"Fuck", I murmured.

Yesterday the lady had called to tell me, they were old enough to be picked up. After last night I didn't feel the urge to scare or let alone hurt her anymore, but here we were.
Poppy was laying in my bed, her warm body cuddled up to me. Her head was resting on my arm and she was almost touching her back to my front. I could smell the flowery scent of her shampoo mixed with the scent of her warm skin. It was intoxicating. In fact I regretted bringing home the kitten.

"Get off", I hissed, pushing it off the bed with my free hand. But the kitty wasn't dumb. It walked around my bed and jumped up on the other side, Poppy's side, and lay down where I couldn't reach it without waking her up. And I just couldn't bring myself to let go of her just yet. After all, she was my wife.

Before I had the chance to figure out how to get rid of the kitty before Poppy took notice of it, Poppy stirred and her eyes fluttered open. Although all I could see was her profile, I could feel the second she saw the cat. Her body stiffened as she stared right into the eyes of the kitten.

And here I had been afraid of an awkward situation with both of us waking up in the same bed. Now add a kitten, I had totally forgotten about last night, to the mix. A kitten I was confident Poppy would be scared of.

"There's a cat", her voice sounded hoarse from sleep.

Slowly she inched her way backwards, closer to me. I could feel her warmth already. This wouldn't go well. She was too close already. I felt the control over my body slipping away from me.

"Don't move", I said through gritted teeth and put my hand on her hips to prevent her from scooting any closer. But it was too late. Her butt wriggled against me. My dignity died a sudden and unexpected death. Never before have I been embarrassed by an erection.

"Impressive flashlight, you're hiding there", Poppy teased, her eyes never leaving the kitten in front of her. She kept inching closer to me and then turned around slowly, trying to slide on top of me.

I groaned, letting my free arm fall across my face so I wouldn't have to face her. This was humiliating. I'm positive I even blushed. I never blush. And I am sure as hell not embarrassed for being turned on, when a somewhat attractive girl is slides on top of me, wearing barely any clothes.

"Alright", she said, coming to rest on my left side. She lifted my arm from my face and grinned at me. "Don't get your panties in a twist. I've heard about morning wood."

I almost choked. Maybe she had, but the morning wood was long gone. It was all her. She looked so damn beautiful with her hair messed up from sleep. Fuck. I was hard for a girl who loathed me.

"Good to know", I croaked.

"Chill. It's not as of you wanted to get into my pants."

"Who knows?", I asked jokingly, trying to get my cool back and running my hand down her spine for good measure. As long as she never found out I had enjoyed every second of holding her tonight, we would be fine.

She shrieked and jumped out of the bed. "Ewww. Get off."

She took a few steps backwards. As I thought: she hated my guts. But I couldn't think about it any further, since the kitty decided any human walking towards the door might be her chance to get fed.

Poppy eyed it and took a few steps backwards. "Where did that thing come from? I haven't seen it around before."

"You mean the kitty? I got it" I said, thankful for a change of topics.