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.
“No, I am not calling you fat, you absolute dork!” She poked his flat stomach. “You’ve never had a cat do that? They get up on you and suddenly somehow seem to weigh twice as much? I call it gravitational de-fur-ment.”
“Good!” He declared before squeaking and reaching to curl his fingers around her wrists, casting her a playful look of warning. “And I’ve never had a pet, so I’m basing everything on Helios, really.”
“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.