Her paw found my breeches, and undid the clasp.Her paw found my breeches, and undid the clasp. A small laugh escaped me. "You've learned how to make a man happy. She looked at me quizzically. "I'm not inexperrienced, Fatherrr. I just saved myselff forr today." That made me sit up and take pause. "Ember... did you just tell me that you've been waiting for me for all your years?" "Uhrrrr... Yeah. I've always wanted you to be my firrst loverr. Everr since I was... twelve, I guess, is when I firrst thought about it. "Ember... I'm touched." Touched? I was fucking stunned! "But... why?" "Why?" she repeated, her fingers still stroking my chest, her claws out just enough to scratch and tickle. "That's kind of a silly question. You're my vaterr, and not just in the usual sense. You werre my motherr's companion..." (more like she was mine) " ...for so long... forty yearrs orr so, and you babysat me so many times when I was young. I grew up arround you, you mean so much to me. You taught me how to tie a knot, how to read, how to fly a 'cycle! Frrom you I even learrned how to deal with boys!" Her slitted eyes gleamed beautifully, the light reflecting off the back of them. "You'rrre the closest thing I have to a best frrriend, and on my birthday I want you to have my best present." And she grinned a little wildly to herself at her little joke, her ears flickering back and forth like radar. I looked up at her, not quite sure what to say. Somewhere, I heard my rare mechanical clock ticking, and I thought to myself '15 years, 291 days, and how many hours?' But looking at her, her unbearable beauty in her asymmetrical black and white fur, so unlike either of her parents, the black trailing down the white between her ears. Whatever Gods there truly are had had a hand in her making, she is so adorably beautiful. I wanted her. I reached up, my hands finding her cloak-pin, and I undid it. Wherever she'd been earlier today, it had been raining, the cloak was still damp. But, like most Felinzi, underneath it she was naked, and the pattern of her fur continued in a mottling that was almost a parody of tiger stripes, but wasn't, not really. Her tail occasionally flicked over my legs, then back, more nervousness. Her hands undid my shirt, pushing it back over my shoulders, and then I moved to help her take it off. |