Isaac cried out in surprise at the sudden rush of feeling and arousal slamming into him like a freight train, eyes comically wide as his knees buckled. Slumping against the wall, he gazed up at the approaching figure, pleading with his eyes as he let out a pitiful little whimper.
“I certainly hope so,” she laughed. “You’ve gone to great lengths to drape yourself all over me.” She pushed a little, squirming. “In fact, I might need you to get off me, you’re somehow doing the cat thing.”
“You’re mine,” he stated softly, a strange combination of possession and hesitation lacing his words, eyes nervous as he pressed up against her. Smiling after a moment, he pulled back and stretched out alongside her, arching a single eyebrow. “Nothing about me is cat-like though.”
“Not even the part where you inexplicably seem to gain weight when lying on top of me?” She curled over sideways, around the slight hollow his absence seemed to have left in her, and grinned. She brushed one fingertip over his eyebrow. “How’s the heat?”