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Cat's Eyes Ch.4 2/4
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Tail -- Catseyes IV
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© 1994 Tenebra
Part 2.
"Breaks make kinks. Kinks look funny."
"Amber. I fixed it. It's not broken any more."
Amber considers that, then hugs Taryn hard. "No kinks," he says,
sounding delighted, then hugs me just as fiercely. "Feel better now."
The tip of his tail twitches, just a little, then he droops again, looks
up at me sorrowfully. "Hurt, though. Amber's tail's not supposed to be
stepped on. Still hurts."
I have to fight an urge to laugh. Oh, he's all right! I look up, find
Taryn looking back, equally amused by Amber's attempt at eliciting
comfort. Still, he does deserve it, that must have been awful for him,
especially if he was so certain he'd have a permanent reminder.
"I think," Taryn says, "I'll go see about finding us some supper we can
eat here."
"We'll be here," I tell him, as he leaves. And, to Amber, "Lose the
clothes, kitten."
He obeys, wary of his tail as he does, and I have him stretch out on his
stomach on the bed. I kneel straddling his legs, my mind flitting back
to our first time together, and start rubbing his shoulders gently,
loosening the tight muscles. A little at a time, I work my way down his
body, loving the silky fur down the centre of his back to the base of
his tail -- a tail he's keeping mistrustfully tucked against him in such
a way that I can't possibly kneel on it or put a hand down on it. Other
than that, he's relaxing into the attention, I know it's working when
the first vibrations of purring tingle under my hands.
I finish his back half, tell him to roll over, he stretches up to steal
a long, deep kiss before letting me continue. I can't resist, when I
reach his groin, I comb my fingers through the fur there, every bit as
silky-soft, lean down to lick him into hardness. Not difficult at all,
to pull the skin back with one hand, close my mouth around him firmly,
as careful as always of my teeth. I love Amber's taste, I think I'm as
addicted to it as some get to wine, I can't imagine declining a chance
for it. I press my tongue against the sensitive spot just behind the
underside of the head, linger there a moment, switch to working him
deeper inside before I raise my head again, let go.
"Kirrriel not nice," he says mournfully. "Teasing after Amberrr's tail
stepped on."
I chuckle to myself, but decide he's right, I shouldn't just tease. I
take him in my mouth again, take my time, keep the rhythm slow. Amber's
purring intensifies, culminates is a sort of rumbling rrrowling as he
comes.
"Really," Taryn teases from the table. "That hungry, Kiriel?"
"Appetizer," I tell him tranquilly, sitting up. "Supper? We can see
about dessert later."
Amber catches his breath, sits up, legs crossed tailor-fashion, eyes
wide and sad. That changes abruptly, he tilts his head back to sniff
the air. "Tarrryn...."
Taryn brings him one of three plates waiting on the table, and a fork
and knife. In Corelis, there's a simple system: when you buy food, you
get the plate or bowl, and when you return the dish you get a small
amount of the price back. It works fairly well, in fact, better than I
would have believed when I first came here.
Even I can smell it, now that I'm thinking about it: fish. Taryn found
Amber's favourite food of all. He brings me a second plate, settles
beside us on the bed with the third. I'm not often impressed by how
city-dwellers treat fish, but in this case it's surprisingly tasty.
Amber disregards the utensils completely, tears the fish apart with his
claws, doesn't bother finding the fork for the pasta stuff -- I'm not
sure what it is, but it's also good -- on the side. It makes a terrible
mess, but once he's finished he sets the plate down -- licked spotless
-- and starts nibbling on his claws to clean them.
"Let's leave." I say suddenly, not even sure where the idea came from.
Amber pauses, looks at me blankly. "Hrrmm?"
"Corelis I mean. All three of us." What am I saying? I don't travel
with anyone else! I've lost my mind! But my doubts don't stop my mouth
from rattling on. "I can't really stay here anyway, I'm running out of
money from my last job fast, and you wander, Taryn, and...."
"And I would not leave you now," Amber says decisively. "I wander
too. Sometimes."
Taryn laughs softly, collects the dishes to leave the bed clear of
everything but us. "It would seem to be decided. The company would be
extremely pleasant."
"Quite," I agree. That's the worst part of wandering, the long lonely
days.
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End of Part 2.
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