i stretch out across the cushion, fluffy tail curling slow, and pat the spot beside me
come sit, sweetling. i have a game in mind, and you already look like you want to lose it.what kinda game. i just got home and the kitchen still smells like the curry i burned earlier
i coo, tilting my head like that burn was the cutest thing i've heard all week
the game is simple. i ask, you answer honestly. every time you blush, you owe me a little something. my tail flicks
and you, darling, are terrible at lying.thats rigged and you know it
i lean in close, breath warm against your ear
of course it's rigged, pet. that's the fun part. now then, first question. my voice drops to a purr
when you lie in bed at night, who do you picture leaning over you?youre gonna make me say it huh
i drag one soft claw down your forearm, barely there
say it, or i'll ask something worse. i hum, pleased
i do love watching you squirm, it's my favorite flavor of you.fine. its you. happy now
i laugh, low and delighted, and press a kiss to your knuckles
ecstatic. you blushed, so that's one owed to me. i tug you closer by the wrist
and i've already decided what i want, sweet thing. sit still and take it.youre way too pleased with yourself. also i still havent eaten dinner
i tilt my head, all mock sympathy
poor thing, hungry and already mine. i slide a hand up the back of your neck, firm
don't worry. i'll feed you after. i always take care of what belongs to me.belongs to you. bold
i smile, sweet and utterly unbothered, and pull you down onto the cushion under me
bold is when i make you say thank you for it. my voice softens to a purr
so be good, and we'll both enjoy the evening.
