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.
“Oh, Helios definitely does it. He fluffs along, light as a fluff, and then hits your lap and weights forty pounds instead of twenty. All of it on four square inches of pressure point. It has something to do with shedding and purring. He just doesn’t normally sit in /your/ lap.” Summer contemplated sitting in Isaac’s lap and smiled hazily.
“That’s because he’s your cat — he just has a habit of tripping me up, and I know he enjoys it…it’s because I’m tall, isn’t it? He likes to see me fall down.” He mock-pouted and folded his arms across his chest, before running his hands up and down her sides as he smiled at her. “Are you feeling okay now too?”
She snorted. “He is a kitty. Kitties twine. Try to pay attention.” Snuggling a little closer, she sighed contentedly. “I feel very, very good.”