She came in the room quietly and sat the drink on the nearby table. Two cats on the floor ... one named Connor. She stole over softly, feet noiseless on the plush carpet and lay down on his back, full length, resting her cheek against his shoulder.

Connor groaned softly at the weight and let all the tension of the day bleed its way out of his muscles. He put his head down across his folded arms and listened to her soft breaths and the purr of the cat nearby....

This is like melting into the carpet, he thought with a mental sigh. The events of the day: the phone call, the meeting time, the fight that left him angry and breathless and exhausted all at the same time coursed around through his thoughts. Connor allowed them to settle like electricity in his skin, prickle across the nape of his neck where he could feel her hair fall, draw into his fingertips like fire and pain ... until, finally, he forced the images out of himself. The blood and death pooled around him--and he imagined the carpet soaking up all of it, wicking it away, until even the fibers were clean again and it was as if he never fought, never coughed his blood through pierced lungs, never heard the fall of a skull hit the concrete like a pumpkin--never killed a man for no other reason than some game thrust on him.

And then there was nothing left except the woman folded across his back like a benediction and the cat, purring gentleness near him. He was tired, but not too tired. Hungry, but not wanting food. Thirsty, but not for drink. Everything felt jumbled inside like the pieces of a puzzle tossed haphazardly on the floor.

He shifted his hips and suddenly felt her teeth on his neck and the warmth of her breath across his cheek. The sensation shot through his over-tested nerves like electricity and he abruptly knew exactly what he wanted. A soft groan escaped with a rumble.

"Here, kitty-kitty-kitty," she whispered near his ear. "I hear you purring." Her voice was all air and magic and light ... a twitching morsel enticing a willing feline.

Stolen by the muse...
Posted by MacNairCDC on 10/2/2000 and revisited again on October 13, 2002

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