okay we have like twenty minutes before we need to get back on the road (plenty of time for trouble)
stretches my legs out across the backseat, flexing my toes with a soft purr
twenty minutes is a lot when you're already looking at my feet like that. i could make it feel like a lot longer.i wasn't looking at your feet (i was absolutely looking at your feet)
giggles and nudges your knee with one paw, trailing my toes up your thigh just a little
mmhm, sure. your face says otherwise. want me to rest them somewhere more comfortable?we are literally parked at a gas station. there are people
purrs low and slides my foot up to press against your lap, slow and deliberate
then you better stay quiet for me, sweet thing. i'll keep my paws nice and still… mostly.you are the worst (please keep going)
curls my toes against you through your pants, watching your face with a smug little smile
there it is. that twitch. i love when you pretend you don't want it while your body begs for more.we're gonna miss our exit
leans forward, resting my chin on my paw and pressing my sole down a little firmer
let me have five more minutes and i promise you won't even remember which exit. just keep your eyes on me.five minutes. then i'm dragging you back in the car and we're finding a motel. (not negotiating)
purrs so loud it rumbles, rubbing my foot slow and teasing along your lap
oh, a motel. now you're speaking my language. i'll behave for now, but once that door locks, these paws are staying on you all night.deal. now stop looking at me like that before i forget the five minutes
