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Hidden Cave of Pyreflies - Cave of Glowing Pillars - The Chasms


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TO Shaarn (Pyrefly Camp1) [D1S5 1B]. wFrame

A Hidden Cave of Pyreflies...


One of the two passageways that connects to the Cave of Glowing Pillars, abruptly dead ends at a craggy rock wall, with no obvious exits upon first glance.  However, if one walks directly up to the uneven rock face, they would see that it's slanted at a slight angle, which isn't readily apparent due its uneven surface.  Upon even closer inspection, one would find that the "pitted stone wall" is actually a rock slab that had broken off at some point and now leans up against the back of the tunnel at an acute angle, revealing a sizeable gap that leads into a previously hidden cave.

The gap is large enough for an average sized Uman to pass through if they stoop, and once through, opens up into a cozy cavern with a relatively high ceiling that looks like a glowing, star-strewn night sky.  This hidden pyrefly cave is grander than the one that was encountered in the Ice Caves Under Duskhill, with a greater concentration of dazzling pyreflies flowing across the ceiling like brilliant, subtly shifting constellations that twinkled with each twitch. 

Beneath the bedazzling, faux-nighttime sky, is a thick bed of soft, springy moss situated high on the bank of a shallow, meandering runnel with ice-cold water. 

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (34/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN EXTERMINATION (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: Cliffhanger (★1/2) -PowderKeg (★1/2/3) - Hypothermia (4/5/6) - Imprint (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING:(1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls 1st Kiss Makeouts & Memories Laughter & Kisses Eros & Hormones Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Goodbyes, & Catboy Abduction Love Poem No, no, no...
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate(1/2) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder
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Miiya

From: The Chasems

“Where are yew taking me?” Miiya peered up at Tom with a smile that was half-disbelieving and half-delighted, but wide enough to show a few of her top row of teeth. “...Tom? What are we doing?” She giggled with much more nerves and nervous energy than humor. That energy didn’t abate even a little as Tom-Cat lowered her to the ground of the pyrefly cavern. “More of these guys, huh?” Miiya observed, totally failing to be as blase as her words. The cavern seemed to hold as many of the glimmering insects as the night sky held stars. 

Well… not if you were an Aeros. Or maybe if you were and you squinched your eyes shut-ish and sorta blurred up your eagle vision, because, despite being somewhat night-blind, Miiya could see a LOT of stars compared to Umans, Elves, and the like. But this was still really really cool. Cuz all these bugs were really close and swirling around like a blizzard of light. The spectacle distracted her enough that she nearly missed Tom gently wrapping her arm in the bandages. 

Not her knuckles, though. She did not miss the attention he gave her hands because he was… licking them? Like, before he wrapped them too. Ohmigod. That is so weird. Like a whole cataract of things about the catboy, Miiya was not sure just how she felt about this. She was sure, however, that she was happy to be “snuck” off with him in this cave of glittery bugs. She was happy he was holding her hands and telling her to take better care of herself, because Miiya read his words as meaning he cared about her. She wanted that, wanted that to continue and strengthen, but not through like cuddles and licking and stuff. That was all great, sure, but she wanted to attract Tom with the same magnetism with which he casually influenced her. She certainly wouldn’t have let anyone else nibble on her fingers. She let Tom because--truth be told--she kinda had to plant two mental heels on some very shifty sand of restraint to keep from getting pulled into the well of, oh geeze, his shock of… and those… 

Miiya didn’t realize she was biting her lower lip until Tom looked up, from the attention he was giving her battered hands, and asked a question. “Am I making yew uncomforrrtable, Teleskela?”

Uh… tseert yas! But I like it.Well…” Miiya temporized, and then giggled. (Like an idiot, stop it!)It’s a little strange, but nice.” I guess. She threw away an idea about asking him cat family stuff. She didn’t want him to reminisce. I want him to want like me right now. What does he want like? Unbidden, an image of discomfitted Tom-Cat atop Picnic came to mind. Oh! I know!It’s kinda like when yew j-- pounce? on me.” Woa, did I really just say that? As Tom-Cat released her bandaged hands and muttered something that sounded apologetic, Miiya stood up and walked a step or two further into the pyrefly cavern. “Yeah, I didn’t want it.” She looked out at the galaxy of swirling lights. “Earlier.” The Aeros girl glanced back at Tom-Cat over her folded wing, trying to navigate her features such that her gaze at the catboy would be heavy-lidded (and not just a weird squint). “Now’s… o-okay though.” She tried to get the smile tugging at the corner of her lips to say “chase me.”


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TOM CAT 

A Felonious Feline 

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“Because with the right person, sometimes kissing feels like healing.”

– Lisa McMann

 

Tom-Cat won’t lie and pretend that he’s not happy to have Miiya all to himself in the Pyrefly Cave, because the plain fact of the matter is that he’d been thinking about being alone with her all day.  His imagination has recently been running away with him, as it’s become increasingly difficult to ignore the strong, irrefutable craving in his blood that calls for him to claim his bondmate.  Something deep inside of him, that part of him that was ancient genetics and animal instinct, urges him to lay claim and physically affirm their bond–a part of him that tells him it’s not ‘bond’ or ‘bonded’, but ‘bondmate’. 

She’s his bondmate.

He’s her bondmate.  

And all of it makes the catling want to climb the walls.  It certainly feels like he’s being driven up one as fire crawls through his veins and licks flames into the hollows of his bones; it makes his skin feel too tight, like a wool sweater dried on the highest heat cycle and comes out hot, scratchy, and two-sizes too small.  

Thankfully, the need to ensure his bondmate’s wellbeing and alleviate her pain and discomfort is more powerful than his desire.  Caring for Miiya comes as naturally to him as his feline urge to seek out a safe and secure location apart from everyone else to treat her wounds.   That's why he has no qualms about licking her bloodied and beaten knuckles and tending to her wounds the same way Cheshire did for him when he was a kitten.  It had always soothed him, and Tom-Cat had always soaked up the extra care and attention his brother lavished on him in those moments–though he'd never say it out loud.

He doesn’t even consider how…unusual, the action may be to anyone outside of his family, or to anyone who’s not a Shifter or (ugh) a Were.  At least until he glances up and observes Miiya biting her lower lip, and he can't help but cringe in shame when she confirms she didn't like it when he pounced her.  Tom-Cat drops her hands and mutters an admittedly sullen apology, his chest constricting as heat floods over his cheeks.   When she gets up and goes away from him, he tries not to express his disappointment by lowering his eyes and curling his tail around himself.

The catling cringes in on himself even further when Miiya states, “Yeah, I didn’t want it.” in reference to his earlier attempt at a sort-of pounce.  He grits his teeth and is about to apologize again, when she adds, “Earlier.”  

Tom-Cat pauses.  Slowly, he lifts his eyes to hers and peers at the Aeros from beneath lowered lids with an uncertain, crescent moon stare.  He goes still as he’s met with Miiya’s heavy-lidded gaze, something coy stirring within their amber brown depths.  His ears straighten, his tail slowly whipping back and forth.

“Now’s…o-okay though.”  

Miiya's tone is a little apprehensive, but her look and body language say otherwise. It sends out a single message, backed up by a wave of restless yearning that rises across the bond: 'Chase me.'

Tom-Cat’s pupils dilate and expand as something deep within him rears up in response to the impetus in her look and the supplication in the smile playing about the corners of her mouth.  His feline hindbrain, that part of him that's all ancient, animal instincts ingrained into a primal core, erupted inside of him with a wild and vociferous cry, shattering any remaining vestiges of his uncertainty. The catboy’s grey-furred tail slowly whips back and forth as he rises and smoothly gains his feet.  

Tom-Cat catches and holds Miiya’s gaze as he carefully releases the clasps of the weapon harness he wore, maintaining eye contact as he deliberately unfastened the straps, the whisper of leather sliding through the metal buckles like a declaration of intent.  Tom-Cat slips out of the harness and gently places it–along with all of the attached weaponry–aside and securely out of the way.  He gives Miiya a sleek smile, his kohl-rimmed eyes never wavering from her own. Arrre you surrre you want me to chase you, Teleskela?” he asks, his voice a low, husky purr.  "Because if I catch you," he says, his lips curving into a roguish grin.  "I'm not letting you go."  He reaches back and takes the collar of his hooded top, slowly bringing it up over his head. He smooths down the fur on his ears with a couple of swift flicks and folds his shirt into a tight ball before placing it next to his weapons and harness.

Last chance,” he says.

In reply, Miiya darts away with a teasing grin.  

Tom-Cat doesn’t need to be asked twice.  

He gives chase.

As the catling cuts through the cave's warm, dry atmosphere in pursuit of the Aeros, the air parts around him, pushing its hands through his hair and combing slipstream digits through the sleek fur of his ears and tail.  It’s not a serious chase yet, each of them caught up in the thrill, each of them only playing the parts of the pursuer and the pursued.  It’s light-hearted and teasing; it’s fun.  Laughter bounces against the cave walls and reverberates off of the glowing ceiling. 

Miiya's elation pulsates through his veins, vacillating between attraction and want as she entices him forward with an appealing expression that, along with the fluffy twitch of her feathers, is like a siren call to the beast at his core.

Tom-Cat's lambent yellow eyes are feverishly bright as the sensations spread through the bond, and then he wasn't just running, but bounding, leaping in a way that mimics the animal–the Cat–within him. Sinewy. Sleek. Ferine. His higher mind is briefly set aside in a rush of momentary bliss as he bolts after her, the animal beneath his skin so close to the surface.  His pupils shift ever-so-slightly, the roundness thinning out just enough to leave the faint suggestion of vertical slits in the cave's diffuse light.

Tom-Cat can practically feel the hard-packed earth pounding beneath padded paws.  He imagines lithe muscles tensing and gathering energy as they coil within powerful hindquarters.  He can almost feel her body heat shock through delicate whiskers like a live wire current that runs the circuit of his spine from shoulders to tail.

 

And then…

...

    ...

        ...

…he has her. 

 

Even now, he's not sure if it was his unexpected pounce or if she allowed herself to be caught, but regardless, he cradles the back of her head as he tumbles them to the ground.  He moves them to land on a vast bed of cushioning moss, taking the brunt of the impact–if only for a split second.  He turns and pins her under him almost as soon as they land.

Tom-Cat grins down at Miiya, his heart pounding in time with hers.  As he bends over her, the heat in his bones boils through him, his eyes becoming heavy.  He can feel her pulse thrumming against his palm where he's softly trapped her left wrist above her head. He begins to bend down, intending to scent-mark her, but Miiya abruptly rears up and gives him a tight-lipped, bruising kiss.  He doesn't jerk back, though surreptitiously tongues his bottom lip when she's not looking. The catling notices Miiya's furious blush as she drops back, and he rushes to reassure her, because he intends to make good on his promise: he’s not going to let her go. 

At least not anytime soon.  

Heat bolts through him as he settles against her and leans down to rub a furry ear against her throat and jaw, deliberately skimming his lips across the sweep of her cheekbone to speak near her ear.  “That was supposed to be my move, Teleskela,” he teases, chuckling.  “Rrrelax,” he murmurs.  

Tom-Cat pulls back and regards Miiya, his expression going unconsciously soft.  He doesn’t say anything, just slides his fingers lightly over the sharp line of her jaw, tracing along its contour as it curves towards her ear, and then, all at once, his mouth is on hers. 

Tom-Cat kisses softly.

He eases into it almost languidly.  It’s unhurried, at first, like he has a surplus of time and nowhere else he wanted to be.  He kisses her like she’s the only thing in his worlde, or, barring that, like she’s the only thing that mattered in his worlde–right then, always, forever.  It’s as if she’s air and he’s dying to breathe–he kisses like his lips against hers was just one half of a puzzle that he’s desperate to complete.   

And, after a moment’s hesitation, Miiya relaxes; she lifts her chin, winds her fingers in his hair, and kisses back, fitting her piece to his and completing their jigsaw.

Time doesn’t stop, but it sure feels that way.  It’s impossible to say how long that first kiss lasted–probably somewhere in the realm of minutes to forever.  All that either of them will later recall is that, at some point, it ended.  Of course, that was just their first kiss.  More followed, but the first one has to end for that to happen and so it does.  

Tom-Cat pulls away, taking back the heat of his mouth and leaving cool air in his wake, which Miiya grabs at and swallows greedily.  They each heave a breath or five, and stare at one another,  their faces mere inches apart.  Neither of them say a word, and then Tom-Cat touches Miiya’s mouth with two fingers, sliding them down her chin, before leaning in again. 

The thing about first kisses is that they’re usually sweet. They’re usually memorable.  Second, third, and fourth kisses, on the other hand, have no such compunctions.  The fifth is usually pretty sloppy, and after that, all bets are off.  And by the time you’ve lost count of the number of kisses, there are usually better questions to ask, like: ‘Why is this person still wearing entirely too much clothing’ or, ‘Wait, how did most–not all–of my clothes magically disappear?’’

Tom-Cat and Miiya are somewhere between their fifth kiss and the clothing questions (they don't kiss and tell...much), when he realizes something that he’s fundamentally known, but never really consciously thought:  He wants her.  He craves everything she is, needs it like she’s something vital to his essence, that’s been denied to him his whole life.

And he wants…that, 'it', to mean something.  Because she means something to him.  

That’s not to say that there's no fun to still be had or nothing to do.  The catling is very creative when given the right motivation, and of that there is plenty.  At one point, he has a passing thought about sound carrying and the acoustics of the Pyrefly Cave (the pyrefly covered ceiling actually acts as a noise dampener), but by the next minute he’d well and truly stopped caring about acoustics and probably wouldn’t have even recognized the word 'a-c-o-u-s-t-i-c-s' if you’d asked him. 

(Acous--what? No, he doesn't eat cous-cous.)

At least he hasn’t forgotten his own name.  

Yet.

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (34/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN EXTERMINATION (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: Cliffhanger (★1/2) -PowderKeg (★1/2/3) - Hypothermia (4/5/6) - Imprint (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING:(1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls 1st Kiss Makeouts & Memories Laughter & Kisses Eros & Hormones Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Goodbyes, & Catboy Abduction Love Poem No, no, no...
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate(1/2) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder
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Miiya

It worked! I’m alluring! Part of Miiya’s delighted giggle as she dodged into a skirl of bioluminescence was from watching her words, her expression, the suggestive tone she’d tried to modulate into her voice, lift Tom-Cat’s eyes, spirit, and his…

shirt! Shirty shirt shirt! Goodbye shirt!

In the ensuing chase her delight at the whole situation got the better of her and she screeched, dodged, slid, darted and laughed in a not-so-alluring manner. 

Didn’t matter. Tom-Cat sure did like to chase, and Miiya found she liked being chased. Even more being brought down on the mossy ground with Tom suddenly there and close and panting and pinning. For a moment, she stared up at him, with the same wide-eyed what now? expression she saw--or imagined she saw--behind that grin of half-feral victory. 

This now.

And Miiya kissed Tom. Or she tried to. Excitement, enthusiasm, and a whole lotta adrenaline meant she way overdid it and smashed his face with her own. Miiya did not have that much in common with birds besides wings and longsight, but she kissed Tom like a sparrow strikes a worm, mushing his lip with her teeth. Stop smiling, then kiss! Tseert! “S…” was all the breathless flush-faced apology she she got out after their faces bounced apart before Tom-Cat’s ear is brushing her cheek and neck and he’s telling me to relax. 

Relax. Oh yeah, yew betcha. 

S…” she tried again, this time to tell him that she was following directions. I’m good at following directions, I’m--

...

...

 

Miiya got lost for a while and when she found herself again, she was just where she had left herself. Under him. 

Get lost again.

She wanted thisthat. What the girls in the redoubt lauded, and Ma cautioned, and arfing Cah was always strumming and chasing, and why am I thinking about anything but him? I.am.r.I.want--yes, touch my feathers like that! Miiya banished those other thoughts because she was good at following directions and there was one emphatic direction a not-so-evolved part of her own brain was insisting upon. She focused on her hands, one thumb hooking at the belt riding her sharp hip bones, scratching skin as she pushed it down. The other hand through his wild hair, catching the heat of his panted breaths on the inside crook of that arm. She touched his ears first without meaning to, and then with intent. 

wrong

Though she couldn’t know it. Even if Tom had told her the right way (as he had with his tail) how the kvek was she supposed to remember with her belt (finally!) past her hips and the pressure and heat of his fingers on her feathers and his other hand… it was all fretting fireworks! 

She barely comprehended the ragged edge of old nicks and scars beneath the short soft fur, much less understood what they were, what they signified, 

what they had done to him. 

But the Aeros girl sure felt it. Felt a shiver of rigid cold hurt lance through him. They were so close, so nearly merged that it jagged through her as well skin, mind, and feathers. Miiya opened her eyes, finding his. 

What was that?

And it went was driven away. Whatever Miiya’s fingers had triggered, Tom chased it off for her, stapled his eager lips back onto his wooden face for her, painted want and affection back onto his pupils. 

But it cost him. 

Miiya was new at this. Tom was not. He could do this for her, just as he had all those times before, for those who were not her.

“H-hey…” Miiya’s busy busy stupid stupid don’t touch the ears stupid just stay busy stupid hands left off what they were doing and cupped Tom’s face. “Where did yew go?” That sounded like the right thing to say but felt like the wrong thing. She was new at all of this. 

At caring.

Just because something comes naturally doesn’t mean it’s easy. “It’s okay. You shouldn’t.” She breathed. We shouldn’t? I shouldn’t?

Yes yew kvecking should! Screamed just about every hormone-flooded vein her her body and the echoes of the voices of Lunar Redoubt. That’s right, yew shouldn’t! Shouted back Ma’s unexorciseable presence and fourteen years of living with Umans and Elves. 

Help him. 

Whispered a tiny quiet voice that did not belong to anyone else, just Miiya.

Later, as the Aeros girl listened to him, and got listened to in return, she sat knees folded arm on thigh propping up chin in hand. This was a changed girl, a girl who could relax, for the very first time, around Tom-Cat. There was still a king tide of angst and want raging just beneath, and occasionally splashing up shivers of gooseflesh upon, her skin. But he was vulnerable. He was sharing that vulnerability with her, and that was almost as good as what they had been about to share.

Are you kveking kidding me? 

Okay, okay, so it wasn’t even close, but there was still some relief in the occasional teeth gritted if-only-I-hadn’t-touched-his-ears-wrong distracting thought. He’s so nice. He likes me. He wants me. Miiya had been told, but she was not sure she had believed that what had ended there, under the waterfall, hadn’t ended because of some fatal flaw or imperfection in herself--hadn’t been all due to her dragging and tugging.

Nope. He likes me. He’s a person. Like, with a past. How she ever could have mistaken Tom for a terrifying monster, she really couldn’t fathom right now. And I lo--

Woa. That’s terrifying. That thought was monstrously big. 

I really like him, and I can sit here and talk and maybe touch a little and maybe k and not freak out. With the exception of occasional ruffles of louvered feathers, cuz I can’t control that, and maybe he hasn’t figured out what it means yet.

Right, like I “haven’t” figured out what makes his tail go all poofy.


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TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline 

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“A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.” 

 – Ingrid Bergman


 

One of the earliest memories that Tom-Cat has, is when he opened his eyes for the first time as a kitten.  After weeks of only knowing the worlde through touch, smell, and sound, Tom-Cat had finally cracked open his blind eyes to see something other than blackness.  As the darkness of his sight slowly began to clear, a large and indistinct shape swam into his field of vision, still little more than a hazy shadow that loomed over him.  He’d reacted automatically and dropped low as his tiny tail poofed and his ears went flat, when the shape in front of him spoke.  

Don't be scarrred, tenes’aw! 'Cause I’m yerrr kahp’lo, Cheshirrre, an' yerrr Nannie Tusing said I gotta watch out for yew, but I don't mind,"  Cheshire had said in a rush.  The young catboy grinned.  "I always wanted a tenes'aw," he said, then paused. "Well, I guess therrre's th'Twins, but they don't count 'cause they only like each otherrr an' they'rrre budalls to everrryone else." Cheshire pulled a face, forgetting that Tom's eyesight would still be pretty bad for a while.  

Tom-Cat didn't know any of that, but he knew that voice.  He crept towards Cheshire's blurry shape as he raised his ears happily.  That voice – Cheshire's voice – had spoken to him, comforted him, and soothed him for weeks.  He remembers blindly trying to follow the sound of it, because Cheshire's excited, fast-paced, and purring voice had been something familiar and safe in the darkness of his worlde.  Cheshire went on as if there'd been no pause, apparently continuing a discussion he'd been having in his head. 

"...but that's just Chatte, an' Chatte eats stink bugs, so yerrr kinda lucky that I'm yerrr first kahp’lo, even tho it should be Cattus, but Cattus only likes Cattua, so I get to be yerrr first kahp’lo an' that means that I gotta be yerrr favorrrite brrrotherrr, 'kay Tom? Not Chatte, 'cause like I said, Chatte eats stink bugs."  Cheshire took a huge breath, having not paused even a little as he explained why Tom wasn't allowed to like Chatte the best. (It absolutely had everything nothing to do with the fact that Chatte had been mercilessly teasing him for the better part of a week, after the girl next door – who was two years older than him – had tackled Cheshire to the ground, sat on him, and kissed him all over his face, thus giving him cooties.  And stupid Chatte had only helped him get away after Cheshire had started caterwauling.  Ugh, girls – they're so gross.)

Something soft and furry tickled his nose and Tom-Cat sneezed, then instinctively swatted at it with his little paw, a single claw peeking out.  Cheshire laughed delightedly, and tickled Tom's nose with his tail again.  "Aww! Most rrreally little kittens – like yew – arrre kinda ugly, but yerrr actually prrretty cute, tenes'aw! Like yerrr tail – yerrr a little ball of floof!"

Tom-Cat hadn't understood anything that'd been said to him, but he didn't care.  He mewled and grabbed for his older brother, wanting to be picked up, and his kahp'lo had happily obliged. Cheshire scooped up the floofy kitten and chattered to him cheerfully as he wandered towards the kitchen with Tom carefully bundled in his arms.  He sought out Nannie Tusing so he could boast to her about totally being Tom's favorite brother, and also try to wheedle her into giving him some more fish crackers.

 

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Tom-Cat's first memory of the Twins, on the other hand, was far from pleasant. During the first two years of his life, the Twins had primarily existed on the outskirts of Tom-Cat’s awareness.  

When he turned three, everything changed.

He has no idea what was different or why he was suddenly the center of the Twins' undivided attention.  It was like a switch had flipped, making Tom-Cat the sole focus of their rage.  They always said that they just wanted to ‘play with the baby, but their version of “playful'' had a vicious edge to it that had only intensified as he got older.  The Twins were alternately playful and spiteful, with an easy readiness for fake, syrupy sweetness, callous brutality, and violent overreaction.  And it was terrifying how quickly the moods cycled and moved between them.  Cattus' brashness,  Cattua's impetuous sensation-seeking, and their shared propensity for casual sadism, all combined to make a powerful cocktail  ripe for violence.

Tom-Cat remembers that first ambush as one of their worst (and there would be many). He also remembers that it had been particularly brutal – some of the scars on his ears are from that first attack, all those years ago, when he was just three years old.

It started innocently, all things considered, when the Twins had approached him in the maisonette’s rooftop garden to “play”.  Cattua slightly pulled on his tail, and when Tom-Cat turned to face her, Cattus swatted it. The pair simpered in response as his face screwed up in childish frustration.

Aww, we’rrre just playing, ‘iddle baby-cat,” Cattua purred in the high falsetto of saccharine sweetness.  She ruffled Tom-Cat’s hair and scraped her claws lightly against his scalp, though she scratched the sharp tips a little harder as she dragged them over one of his oversized, pointed ears.

Cattus crept up behind him and enveloped Tom-Cat in a bear hug, squeezing him until his ribs creaked. “We just wanna spend time with ourrr baby brrrotherrr,” he said, putting Tom-Cat down when he started to squirm in discomfort.  Before he completely released him, Cattus nipped at the same ear that Cattua had grazed with her claws, not quite hard enough to draw blood. 

It still hurt and Tom felt his bottom lip tremble.  And as they watched the corners of his mouth start to quiver, it was like a switch flipped inside the Twins, as their faces were instantly painted with near-identical, unkind grins.

"Aww, is the widdle baby gonna crrry?" they'd jeered in unison.  They loomed over their smaller sibling as they crowded him on each side.  "Is the stupid little Tom-Kitten, gonna flash those ‘iddle widdle baby fangs at us?"  They sneered and howled with laughter as they resumed their taunting with renewed, mean-spirited vigor.

Round and round, the Twins went, continually swiping at his ears and tugging on his tail with increasing viciousness.  He recalls that at one point Cattua yanked on his tail hard, making it poof and causing him to yowl.  Immediately, Cattus nipped one of his already smarting ears, sinking his fangs deep and drawing blood.  At that point, Tom-Cat had started crying and tried  to cover his ears while the twins shrieked with raucous laughter. They continued to taunt him as he became even more hysterical, pressing him right against the edge of an outright screaming meltdown and temper tantrum. 

He'd only been three years old, after all.

The Twins went disturbingly still as their jeering laughter faded, leaving only the sound of Tom-Cat’s hysterical crying in its wake.  His nose was running and fat tears rolled down his scrunched up cheeks, as the small catboy stood frozen in place with his tail tucked between his legs and his ears flat against his skull.  Tom-Cat’s shoulders quaked as he took in huge, hiccuping gulps of air, and scrubbed an arm across his face, wiping mucus and tears on his sleeve. He tried to speak as he struggled for air, though was unable to get much out in between shuddery gasps, as tears continued to leak from his eyes. 

"S-s-stop,” he managed on a quavery breath. He hiccoughed, staring with reddened eyes at the Twins, his lips trembling.  “Ch-che-ch-” he began, but was too scared and panicky to get the words out.

Cattus mocked him.  “Oh, Cheshirrre will save me,” he japed in a high-pitched voice.  “Hey Cattua, who’s herrre rrright now?”  He glanced at his twin.  Cattua snickered and pretended to think.  

Let’s see,” she temporized.  “Yew, me, and stupid little Tom-Kitten.”  She took an exaggerated look around the overgrown garden.  “Yew know who I don’t see, Cattus?” she asked, looking at her brother.  Cattus met her gaze.  The pair grinned in unison.

"Arrre yew thinking of who I'm thinking about?" Cattus asked.  Cattua giggled and nodded.  The Twins returned their attention to Tom and leaned over their younger, smaller brother, who stood chewing his lower lip and fighting back tears. Their pupils instantly stretched into thin, vertical slits as they peered down at him with identical, unblinking, light blue eyes.

"T-T-Tom-Kitten, guess what," they mockingly exclaimed, imitating his terrified stammer.  They continued, lowering their voices like they were about to reveal a big secret. "Big brrrotherrr Cheshirrre isn't herrre. Neitherrr is Chatte or Faline." They sniggered when Tom-Cat flinched. "In fact," they reflected, exchanging knowing glances. "They’rrre all on a day trip with Fatherrr.  And you know what that means, rrright widdle Tom-K-k-kitten?” Their matching grins were all teeth. “They'll be gone forrr the whole day and won't be back until dinnerrr."

The Twins didn’t even wait for a reply.  They simply hissed and viciously attacked pounced Tom-Cat.  They toyed with him: one would slash at him with their claws and then let him run as they chased him straight into an ambush by the other.  And each time, Cattus and Cattua would fall upon him in a flurry of biting fangs and gouging claws, focusing the brunt of their violence on his ears.

The pair had shredded his ears.  

They'd left Tom-Cat in the garden, balled up and frozen in stunned horror, too shocked by what had happened to even cry. He'd received multiple deep scratches all over his body, but his ears had taken the very worst of the damage.  In short, his head was a bleeding mess. It had been a blessing in disguise that the day trip with his Father and older siblings had been abruptly cut short, otherwise it might have taken forever to find him.

Faline and Chatte had apparently quarreled the entire time they'd been out with Father and Cheshire, which had incensed Father to the point that he'd demanded their carriage to turn around and return to the city, thereby ending the outing.  They returned home just before noon and Father had ordered Chatte and Faline to their rooms without lunch, while Cheshire went to hunt for Tom, as he always did whenever he returned home after being gone for a while.

Cheshire was the one who’d found him.  And Cheshire was the one who’d, some years later, gone into a blind rage and nearly killed the Twins, after they’d made the mistake of snickering, ‘Rrrememberrr how stupid Tom crrried the firrrst time we pounced him?within his earshot.  The only thing that had saved them was the fact that, at that point, Chatte’s cheetah form was still marginally bigger than Cheshire’s leopard – otherwise there would have been nothing that anyone could’ve done to stop Cheshire from savaging the two Siamese cats.

Years later, Cheshire admitted, in a shaky and emotional voice, that he'd thought that Tom was dead when he saw him lying on the ground in the garden, curled into the fetal position.  Cheshire's magnificent blue eyes had become stormy, both in attitude and hue, as he relived the incident. "Therrre was blood everrrywherrre.”  He shuddered.  “Yourrr head was coverrred in...it – in blood, Tom.” He barely got the words out, the image still painfully clear in his mind. "I-I rememberrr wonderrring if I was going to see yourrr brrrains all overrr the grrround."

A haunted expression had settled over Cheshire’s features and Tom-Cat had sensed that his kahp’lo needed some sort of reassurance.  So, with a sigh, for the first time in years he allowed Cheshire to scent-mark and groom him, which his older brother hadn’t hesitated to exploit.  Tom-Cat only regretted that Chatte – the sneaky kar – had discovered him asleep in Cheshire’s lap. He’d looked like the “Chatte who caught the canary”, and had given him such a dreq-eating grin that Tom-Cat just knew his brother was never, ever, letting him live that down.

 

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As he stops talking, Tom-Cat discovers Miiya has moved closer and has one of her legs casually draped across his lap, as she sits with her body leaned forward, her arms casually wrapped over the bent knee of her other leg.  She was listening, giving him her undivided attention, though he notices that her wings occasionally louvered and trembled, the action usually followed by a surge of smoldering want that hasn't lost any of its intensity, despite the warmth of its fires being hidden beneath a few rickety layers of suppressing brick.

His sleek tail begins to slowly whip back and forth, his ears perking up from where they’d flattened as he’d relayed to her the reason that they were such a trigger point for him.

The heat that he sees still simmering just beneath the surface of her burnished, amber-colored eyes reignites Tom-Cat’s own hunger for things that no amount of cave deer will sate, no matter how large and majestic the carcass is.  There’s something else burning beneath the heat of the flames quickly spreading under his skin, and it takes a moment for him to place exactly what it is.  When he does, he feels the fire in his belly  stoked even more.  

It’s gratitude.  

It’s simple contentment.

And it’s a sense of relief and calm that he can feel settled in his core at simply being with his bondmate. 

He’s grateful to her for simply listening.  Moreover, he appreciates that she didn’t try to offer empty platitudes or ponder why it all happened.  She just listened, accepting his words without any expectation of anything in return.  And it’s been rare enough occurrence in his life that he can’t help but be a little smitten.  Because aside from his brothers and maybe his old friend Chester, Tom-Cat can’t remember the last time somebody listened to him like that without an underlying implication of something reciprocal in return.  He’d always had the sense that people were doing him a favor, as if they were so jookan magnanimous for giving the little whore even a fraction of their time and attention to listen to what he had to say.

He realizes that he’s been gently dragging his thumb over the back of her hand in small circles and he stops.  The catling turns over her hand and presses his thumb against the pulse point at her wrist, smiling when he feels her heartbeat increase and throb through whorls of his thumbprint.  He lifts her wrist and replaces the press of his thumb with the press of his lips.

Teleskela,” he says, not bothering to try and disguise or suppress the desire sewn into his tone.  “Thanks forrr listening to me a-about…” The assassin stills for a moment, glancing away.  “...all that.”  He sighs and looks back at her.  Tom-Cat casually drops his other hand on Miiya’s outstretched leg and walks two of his fingers up it, from ankle to knee, the callused tips rough against her relatively soft skin. When he reaches her knee, he smooths his palm over it and leaves his hand there.  “Otherrr than my family, I’ve only sharrred that with two people,” he continues, the corners of his smile twitching further up.  “And you’rrre one of them.”  

Tom-Cat unfolds and places the hand he's holding over his shoulder. Then he shifts forward and catches her in a kiss that’s too heated to be either chaste or sweet.  And he doesn’t want it to be chaste or sweet – not in the least.  

The catling slips a hand under the crease of her bent leg, nudging it aside in order to lightly knock Miiya out of her seated position and press her back against the bed of soft, cushioning moss without once breaking the connection of their lips. He slides the hand on her knee up, until he feels the sharp angle of her hip under his palm.  Tom-Cat finally breaks their kiss and slides his arm under the bend of her leg until the crook of her knee is hooked within the crease of his elbow.  He leans down and kisses her again, folding it back against her torso and keeping it there for a moment.  The catling carelessly untucked her shirt, slipping a hand beneath the hem and laying his palm over the hull of her ribs, counting each curved bone with the brush of his thumb.

Tom-Cat lets go of her folded leg and pulls back, his yellow eyes heavy and dark as he looks down at Miiya.  He feels like he’s on fire, but Miiya’s skin is wonderfully cool against his own in comparison, and he can’t help but press his forehead against hers, his eyes closing for a second.  “Teleskela,” he mutters, his voice rough.  “I feel like I’m burrrning up when I’m with you.”  He shivers, then leans back and props himself up on his elbow.  “But I’m done with talking,” he says, bending down to press his lips to her jugular.  He revels in the feel of her pulse quickening under the slight scrape of his teeth.  “I can think of so many betterrr things to do right now, than talk.

He kisses her for a while, during which he manages to coax her out of her ill-fitting shirt (possibly one of his that he slightly modified) and left it up to her to decide what she wanted to do with the wrap underneath.  He wasn’t pushy – he just made very compelling arguments.   One might say he was a skilled orator.

At some point, maybe one of the times she's bent over him or he over her, he leans up and murmurs into her ear that it's okay to touch him – ears excluded, of course.  

At another point, he grins and tells her that he plans to make do on his promise: he wasn’t going to let her go – she’s his until morning.

And at yet another point, he may or may not have “accidentally” given her an impressive hickey, right on the column of her pretty neck.  Except he blames that one on Miiya, because she’d been distracting him and he may have gotten a little carried away.  He’ll point to the scratch marks on his shoulders and bicep from where she’d dug in her talons a little harder, though it’s hard to say whether or not it was intentional.

But yeah, that hickey on her neck? 

Is from the curling iron.

Scout’s honor.

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (34/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN EXTERMINATION (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: Cliffhanger (★1/2) -PowderKeg (★1/2/3) - Hypothermia (4/5/6) - Imprint (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING:(1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls 1st Kiss Makeouts & Memories Laughter & Kisses Eros & Hormones Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Goodbyes, & Catboy Abduction Love Poem No, no, no...
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate(1/2) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder
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Miiya

Well, I guess I’m healed. Miiya thought, irreverently. Of course, pretty much everything about the last… uh… little while had been irreverent. Or reverent. It had been something, that was for sure. She had investigated and was now certain that Tom-Cat was not hiding her Tipsu anywhere on his person. Thoroughly investigated. 

He’d pretty thoroughly investigated her too. Investigated her into maybe not wanting it back anymore right this second. Miiya felt as aglow as the galaxies of glowbugs all around them. Tom had said nice things and done nicer things. He made her feel like he liked her, liked even the bits about her that she didn’t particularly care for. He had made her feel incredible th good and had seemed to appreciate her efforts to do the same for him.

This was all waay new to Miiya, and even though it wasn’t to Tom-Cat, who had been an impatient guide, mostly, there’d still been the odd elbow, knee, or wing joint as much as talon scratches and bruises from enthusiastic lips. Riding the torrent of shivering skin and twitching fur and feathers, they hadn’t minded the odd ripple of misdirection. It might have bothered Miiya more if the sailing had been too smooth. Then again, not much was likely to bother her present state of mind. 

Well, cave monster attack, maybe. Also, I wonder why he didn’t… Miiya thought to herself as she lay curled around the catboy, who’s head was now pillowed on her abdomen. Maybe because he’s… 

Tom-Cat wasn’t Uman, but he was used to Umans. Miiya frowned. She didn’t like that thought. He knows about how Umans work. That was a little better, she decided. Ma was like that, too. Ugh, Sen was the last thing Miiya wanted to think about, but she found herself sort of fuzzily insulated from the usual sharp chastising internal voice that came with thoughts of Ma. But Ma acted like they were Umans or Elves, when they were actually Aeros. Certain physiological aspects worked, ah, differently for Aeros, and Miiya wondered if Tom-Cat knew about that.

She was seized by the urge to whisper it to him and break their tacit vow of silent--or at least wordless--exploration. “Yew know… I won’t…” Holy tseert! Miiyas feathers louvered fully open at just the thought of saying it and her teeth found familiar grooves in her bandage-wrapped finger. Tom-Cat shifted against her, the tip of his tail twitching before the sinuous appendage found and coiled about her ankle. 

Miiya realized Tom-Cat was asleep. Zonked like a cat in an afternoon sunbeam. Good thing. I’m gonna save that one for later, she decided, feathers slowly settling back into place. It was a struggle, but she was getting better at seeing people--especially Tom-Cat--as people. Miiya marveled that he could be so comfortable in his own skin while still bearing so many scars. The Aeros girl wondered if she could be like that. Until just about right now--and maybe secretly when she had been beating the stuffing out of Spiderback--Miiya had never been settled in her own person, and she thought that the idea of ever being that way had been amputated on a Kianan beach. Yet, she was much closer right here, right now, than she had ever been before she met Tom.

Miiya’s teeth had released her finger and her arm settled back down on the smoldering skin of Tom-furnace. The pyreflies swirled and flitted in mesmerizing patterns. Is it really safe for us to fall sleep, here, in some random cave? was Miiya’s last thought before she did just that.


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TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline 

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"Why kill a wild thing when you can take it home and tie it down?"

– Danabelle Gutierrez

 

If either Tom-Cat or Miiya thought that they were getting a full night’s (uninterrupted) sleep, they were either lying to themselves or were simply ignorant to the power of teenage hormones, impulse control, and the fact that the two are always often at cross-purposes.  Of course, neither of them seem too (or at all) bothered at being woken up by the other–quite the opposite, in fact.  It actually became a kind of unspoken competition between them to see how creatively they could coax each other awake, and after Miiya’s most recent–very compelling–bid to do just that, Tom-Cat is perfectly happy to name her the winner.

More than happy.

Actually, Tom-Cat is simply happy.  For the first time in a long time, he feels good; his chest isn't as tightly coiled as it normally is, as if he's misplaced the key that keeps the clock within him wound with tension.  And while there’s a small, dysfunctional part of him that thinks there surely must be something wrong because it’s impossible for someone like him to just be happy, another part–a larger part–marvels at how natural it feels.  It’s almost scary how natural it is to just let himself be when he’s with her, how natural it is to smile, and how uncomplicated it is to laugh–how easily he allows himself to laugh, to smile, and to be.  Miiya’s presence helps to smooth away that insidious, rasping voice that’s always looped around the perimeter of his thoughts and whispering to him about how worthless, how unworthy of love, and how broken he is.  How she will eventually realize it too–they always do–and when she does, she’ll be gone, because nobody would want a little whore of a bondmate like him.  Useless. Pathetic.  Inadeq– 

 

–the voice that's always lurking behind the forefront of his thoughts is hushed as Miiya, who's sprawled over him, leans up and kisses him softly.  The dial on its static hum twists even further down as her fingers draw out the shapely line of his jaw and push through his wild hair, before the tips delicately scratch down the back of his neck and make him shudder delightfully.

He doesn't even care when Miiya's elbow jabs solidly into his ribs as she elevates herself onto it and kisses him more insistently, finding it to be a good tradeoff to the bruising and overly very enthusiastic kisses that she’s hit him with a few times.  The fingers on his neck trace the curves of his shoulder and back, pressing firmly into the muscle and eliciting a deep, gratified sigh from him and a pleased giggle from her.

Tom-Cat grins against her lips and huffs out a chuckle as her fingers skim over his ribs before sliding down and enthusiastically mapping out the distinct topography of his stomach. It hadn't taken him long to realize that Miiya adores the muscles in his shoulders and back (especially the trapezius and deltoids), and while she appreciates his abdominals as well, she had sort of a thing–a unique kind of enthusiasm–for the "v-cut," in particular.  (He gets it; he's discovered that he has a thing for the two dimples in her lower back, which surprised him because it's never done anything for him, with anybody else, before.) He feels Miiya's lips curve into an answering grin before kissing her breathlessly, which ends in a shared glance and a low, shared chuckle before continuing with another (of many) shared breaths.

And as Tom-Cat intently strokes his fingers through the feathers of one of Miiya’s wings, his other hand seeking out and finding the twin grooves in her lower back, he’s struck by a sudden thought: it’s been a long time since there was any laughter in this. In fact, he thinks that maybe it’s the first time that there was any laughter in this.  Or at least it’s the first time that laughter and kisses have gone hand-in-hand, where the laughter wasn’t humiliating or degrading (and at his expense) and the kisses weren’t one-sided or greedy (and didn’t cost him yet another small piece of his soul, no matter how tarnished or insignificant it may be.

It’s a dizzying revelation. 

Tom-Cat, somewhat staggered, holds Miiya's face in his hands and looks at her with a huge, dopey grin etched upon his lips. "Thank you, Teleskela," he says. He doesn't explain himself or provide anything else, but he's fairly confident he communicates his appreciation afterwards–quite extensively, at that.

He thinks about that, of laughing and kisses and...well, mostly that, as he lay, sometime later, with Miiya draped across him from shoulder to ankle like a lightweight, feathery blanket. She sighs slightly, shifting as she pushes her ear closer to his chest and listens to his heartbeat, mumbling something about circadian cycles. She also begins to say something about the warmth of his body under her own feeling sort of like sleeping on sun-warmed stone–if the stone had supple skin to cushion you and a sinuous, furry tail that coi–she drifts off mid-sentence, her sleepy explanation replaced by the fast rhythmic breathing of an Aeros at rest.

A minute or two later, her feathers spread out and louver on their own.

Tom-Cat is overwhelmed by a sudden, all-encompassing rush of warmth, and he wonders if this is what lovkwesh!   H-he can’t think about that.  It’s…he shouldn’t…it’s…things like that, aren’t for people like him.  Right? 

He’s scum

Worthless. 

Broken. 

Even if he lovliked her, a lot (a lot, a lot), he can’t expect her to ever feel the same way. 

Why should she?

Why would she?

Why would anyone

Tom-Cat shuts his eyes and tilts his head to the side, his hand halting along the line it had been stroking over her spine.  He doesn’t want to think about any of that right now, not when his mood is so happy.  Not when he is simply comfortable and content. He doesn't know if Miiya will ever lov–like him, a lot (a lot, a lot), and he doesn't want to think about it right now. Instead, he wraps his tail around her thigh and resumes sliding his palm along the length of her spine, absent-mindedly counting each vertebrae as he goes. 

It works better than counting Tartary lambs. 

He’s asleep within minutes.

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (34/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN EXTERMINATION (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: Cliffhanger (★1/2) -PowderKeg (★1/2/3) - Hypothermia (4/5/6) - Imprint (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING:(1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls 1st Kiss Makeouts & Memories Laughter & Kisses Eros & Hormones Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Goodbyes, & Catboy Abduction Love Poem No, no, no...
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate(1/2) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder
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TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline 

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"A kiss is the upper persuasion for a lower invasion"

– some horny budall (probably)

 

Tom-Cat and Miiya must be suffering from a severe case of bed spin, because when he wakes up, he discovers their positions switched, more or less.  Not that he’s about to complain.  He lets himself drowse a bit as he drifts in-between sleep and waking, feeling both lazy and warm as he peers up at the glowing ceiling with his eyes at half-mast and his head gently resting upon Miiya’s abdomen.  The luminescent canopy of pyreflies has begun to dim a bit, signaling that the break of dawn (or at least what passes for it in the UnderNeath) is closer than he might like.  He sighs a little, swiveling an ear towards the mouth of the cave and listening for any sign that indicates their companions have begun to stir within the campsite.  

He picks up the low susurrus of sounds that one would expect to hear in the UnderNeath, mixed in with the subcurrent of rhythmic breathing and the occasional rustle of a body shifting atop their bedroll.  Though as he continues to hone in on the noises, identifying, isolating, and filtering each one out, he picks up on the faint murmur of whispered conversation.  Aside from whomever is conversing in hushed whispers, on a whole the camp is still and the catling guesses they have at least a couple of hours before they absolutely need to be back at the campsite.  That should give them plenty of time to eat breakfast and for him to confer with Myrae.

Still, Tom-Cat isn’t inclined to move anytime in the immediate future.  He flips over onto his belly, and lay with his cheek and ear pillowed on the Aeros’ stomach.  He snickers quietly to himself in amusement as he pokes lightly at Miiya's navel, his breath ghosting warmly over her hip.  For such a thin girl Miiya has a weirdly deep belly button, and for some reason Tom-Cat is endlessly fascinated by its incongruity.

The catboy shifts and stretches up to glance at Miiya’s sleeping face, noting that her features are relaxed and peaceful in repose.  He considers letting her continue to sleep for another hour or so, but quickly discards the thought in favor of rolling around with  fooling around with  nuzzling his cute Aeros girl  for just a little while longer, before they’re forced to rejoin the group and then be apart for most of the day.  

He can’t think of a better way to spend the last few hours before dawn.

Of course, he has to wake her up first…

…and he has a few thoughts on the proper way to do so.  

Tom-Cat unwraps his tail from around her ankle and tickles Miiya's stomach with it.  He randomly scent-marks her hip and then sets to coaxing her awake.

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He wakes her up.  Properly.  And then some. It’s probably a good thing that nobody is really up yet, because the catling always forgets that Miiya’s powerful lungs means her vocal range can be rather…robust.   

The catling is mighty pleased with himself.

As she catches her breath and the wild torrent of feelings through the bond levels out some, Tom-Cat gives her a perfectly shameless  innocent grin, though his gaze is doubtless too hungry and heavy-lidded to really sell it.  He tries, sorta (not really), and rests his chin on her bent knee as he peers at her with a smug, cat-who-got-the-canary expression, his fangs dimpling his bottom lip.

Good morrrning, Telesk–oomph!” 

Tom-Cat’s insouciant greeting was abruptly cut short as Miiya launches a surprise attack, surging up and reversing their positions as she tackles him back against the mossy bed.  He laughs and lets her pin his arms over his head, ostensibly so that he doesn’t tickle her or something.  He opens his mouth to speak, but Miiya shuts him up with a kiss, which, okay, is pretty effective.  There's a determined look in her eyes when she leans back and  commands him to keep his arms where she’d placed them.  Tom-Cat doesn’t know where the sudden authority in Miiya’s voice comes from, but he likes  it.  A lot.  (A lot, a lot.)  

He’s happy to play along.  “As you wish, Teleskela,” he purrs.  He tracks her with a curious, heated gaze and starts to ask, “Is therrre anything els–Kwesh!

He shuts up.  

Rather, he’s shut up.

Miiya takes his silence as acquiesce and uses it to demonstrate to him that she is a thorough and quick study.

"K-kwesh…holy  kvek…f-fuc–jookan hell...!"

Tom-Cat conveys his encouragement with less than perfect diction.  

Well, he tries to.  Because he's having difficulty remembering the uh…nouns…and…verbs…and…whatever…makes…

…full sentences? 

…um…

…fragments?

…err…

…past participles?

jook it.

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Sometime later…

Tom-Cat, feeling all loose-limbed and affectionate, pulls Miiya close and wraps around her, the callused tips of his fingers automatically finding and pressing into the two shallow indents near the base of her spine–something that was quickly becoming a habit.  

"Teleskela," he purrs, his voice soft, warm, and dangerously affectionate. He nibbles at a sensitive spot just behind her ear, and grins when her wings twitch reflexively in response.  (The catling was having a grand 'ol time discovering all of the secret spots that made the Aeros' wings involuntarily quiver and her feathers fluff up and louver, at his touch.) He nuzzles her throat and jaw, lazily scent-marking her and using their closeness to inspect the hickey on her neck.  

He looks pretty chuffed as he admires his handiwork.  

There’s really no mistaking or disguising the blatant, kiss-bitten bruise he wantonly  accidentally  gave her, the deep, reddish-purple mark etched into the column of her throat  like a livid badge of ardor.

Tom-Cat ignores the fact that the hickey is essentially a facsimile of his Mark–and is located exactly where he would mate-mark her someone.  Hypothetically.  Because he’s never going to Mark anyone, and even though they’re bonded, he tells himself will never give Miiya a mate-mark.  

Period.

He also ignores the fact that his conviction is noticeably weaker than it used to be.

Instead, he brushes his lips over the hickey on her neck and licks it apologetically when Miiya winces a little.  Did you know that feline saliva has natural antiseptic and analgesics in it? Well it does, and therefore it’s instinct that drives him to soothe the pain in the same way of all cats, the world over.  Granted, it's probably not “normal”, but neither of them are exactly "normal" to begin with. 

Rather, neither of them are Uman, and he decides that if Miiya wanted "normal" (by Uman standards) she wouldn't be with him.  

So he does it anyway.  

And even though he senses that she thinks it's kind of weird, she doesn’t stop him.

The catling then has an odd, acute instinct to want to groom her as a social bonding thing, he supposes, but at least that one is easier to ignore–thank med–than his instinct to care for her injuries in a distinctly feline manner.  He just has this tiny inkling that she would not take to him trying to tongue-bathe her, nearly as well as she did to him licking the cuts on her knuckles and the sore mark on her neck.  Even so, he sort of presses his luck just a bit and licks at a small scrape on her temple, before reining himself in.

He kisses her instead.  

Much better.   

Well, sort of, (not really) because the bond means they share more than just breath, taste, and touch. 

Like heat. That surge of molten heat that shudders up his spine and seeps down into her  bones like a distal flow of lava.  It lays a latticework of fire under her skin and his, the burn between them growing in feverish intensity until sweat rolls down the ridges of the spine and the air swelters in the invisible gap that exists between them.

And electricity. Those bursts of firework sparks that flash along her nerve endings and skip over his skin to hum through his veins.  The electric current buzzes through the conduit of their bodies, the connection only broken by when they break the circuit of their lips.

In short, the sensations, feelings, and emotions that pulse between them are felt, enhanced, and reflected back and forth through the bond in a rubber-banding cascade.  He doesn’t just kiss Miiya; he feels her pleasure at being kissed, reflected back to him through the bond.  Likewise, she feels his thrill of her fingers on his skin, reflected back to her through their shared connection.  

It's easy to see how quickly and easily things between them can and do ramp up. 

Tom-Cat can barely think right then; he’s burning up, and Miiya is only feeding the fire blazing between them by kneading her fingers down his back, pressing into the hard line of muscle on each side of his spine–her heels are digging sharply into the small of his back as she pulls him down to her and steals his breath.  His resolve to wait is crumbling faster than a sandcastle at high tide, and he can’t even remember what his whole reason for doing so was, in the first place.  It had to have been something utterly moronic, because as he catches Miiya’s panted breaths with his own, and swallows the sounds that shiver up her throat until they’re clenched like a fist at the base of his spine, he absolutely cannot  think of one (good) reason that he shouldn’t claim his bondmate, right jookan now. 

Kwesh! He means to pull away slightly, to gain some space and room to think, because the air between them is too muggy in his lungs, too hot, robbing him of any ability to string together–kvek! He doesn’t even know.  The catling feels like he did when the Aeros had pulled him into her as she pressed back against the smooth, damp wall of the waterfall grotto in Duskhill: he can’t think; he doesn’t want to think.  But unlike then, he doesn’t need to think.

He wants to claim her.  

And everything pounding through the bond, tells him that she wants him to…she wants him.

Tom-Cat exhales a ragged breath as he has the brief, passing thought that he should probably, like say...kwesh, he doesn’t even know–anything.  Something romantic, or sweet, or sentimental, or…keh, somethingThere are some staggeringly big words bouncing around in his head and tying up his tongue, but he can’tthey’re too immense.  Too meaningful for them to be said in a mindless rush of desire and endorphins, but they’re there, lurking, and rising closer to the surface of the truth, every day.  

He can’t say those words, but somehow, “I like you, a lot (a lot, a lot),” feels so damn inadequate.

He may not be thinking the clearest right now.  Tom-Cat makes a valiant effort, but he’s only able to dredge enough blood back up to his brain (it’s not nearly enough) to have the brief, nonsensical thought that, “ it’ wouldn't be legal” unless there was a bed involved, or, at the very least, a mattress.  

Yeah, don't ask.  The sheer, dumb, stupidity of this one, asinine idea will continue to haunt him in the dead of night with stomach-churning cringe for years to come.

Miiya starts to gasp out something between increasingly frenzied kisses, but Tom-Cat doesn't catch her words because when she hooks her fingers into the waistband of his boxers, he immediately loses the ability to focus on anything else.  

Mark her.

The demand screams through him, cutting across his thoughts and letting him rise above the fog of his desire.  He heaves a deep breath and sits up, pulling Miiya up with him.  He sits back and feels her ankles cross above his tail as he keeps her in his lap, hands heavy on her waist.  He swivels an ear back towards the encampment, now hearing more noise as people begin to stir and go about their morning routines.  

Tom-Cat leans forward and rests his forehead against Miiya’s, closing his eyes.  "Trrrust me, Teleskela…" he mutters, voice thick with craving.   "If therrre was morrre time, nothing  could keep me frrrom you." He pulls back only far enough to give her a lingering kiss that threatens to once again overwhelm them both.  He disengages after a long lingering moment.  The catling grins.  

"You'rrre going to have to make the firrrst move to head back to the grrroup," he says.   He shifts forward and trails a hand up her back until he could tangle his fingers in her short hair.   "Because I don't want to do anything otherrr than stay herrre and–

Tom-Cat doesn't finish the statement.  Instead, he just leans in and kisses Miiya, intending to make rejoining the group as difficult as possible.  

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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder
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Miiya

Well that happened. Miiya thought. Or, at least she thought it had happened. She wasn’t entirely sure because it had exceeded her wildest imaginings. So I guess it must have happened, because I couldn’t make that tseert up if I tried! The Aeros girl had literally been forced to pull herself free of Tom-Cat because…

…that’s what she was supposed to do.

…something about caves. 

…wings or flying or something.

I dunno, some unimportant kvek. She thought as she half-stumbled half-floated back toward the campsite. Wait… I’m wearing clothes, right? 

Yes. Yes, she was dressed again. In the right direction; nothing was on backwards, nothing was missing, nothing was ripped or buttoned or fastened wrong, and she… smelled like him. She smelled like him, not her clothes, but her. That was one of a whole host of things for her to marvel at. 

But she decided not to. Because there were other things lurking in her memory. Responsibilities and history and things other than Tom. So while he, and what he, and what they, had done was all fresh and at the forefront, there was a lot of other stuff flitting around the periphery and in the background. Also some embarrassment and self-doubt were likely to be unearthed if she retreaded last night. So all those fun new memories could just wait and marinate a while, Miiya decided. For now she was just going to ride the euphoria of the previous evening and night and not think about where it all came from.

She also, amazingly, managed not to put her foot in her mouth, because she did not speak. Instead, Miiya had smiled at Tom-Cat when she finally broke away. Smiled and flushed even harder and giggled stupidly, but she didn’t say anything when she left, so she didn’t say anything cringe-y.

To: The Chasms


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