turns out, yes. and it makes her heart skip a beat, even though its hard to tell when its going to fast. its just enough that Nero can feel his start to hammer against her breast. do cats turn him on? is that why he picked up her pillow?? (is she going to have to kill Tamamo Cat for being the competition???)
no. need to plan that out later.
Robin grabs her hand and Nero manages to convert the little gasp into a last minute - ] -eow~
[ because she's excellent? whatever his kinks are, hers has always been flattery. she nudges her face against his neck, trying to continue with the purring-growling noise. slipping a free hand up against his other shoulder and - hm, kneading. the points of her nails rest on his skin and slip, with no strength enough to leave clawed marks behind, down over his pectoral. and, hm, how does a cat knead exactly? you can tell she's never kneaded bread before either, because her fingers vaguely mash into his skin, concentric circles as her nails dip in deeper.
but a better idea, one she knows how to do. her tongue comes out against his husky throat - hers is much smoother, silkier, than a real feline. but its eager for the taste of expensive wine and low-class thief, both warm and exciting to her. ]
time to get dragged off to Salem and be a tree
turns out, yes. and it makes her heart skip a beat, even though its hard to tell when its going to fast. its just enough that Nero can feel his start to hammer against her breast. do cats turn him on? is that why he picked up her pillow?? (is she going to have to kill Tamamo Cat for being the competition???)
no. need to plan that out later.
Robin grabs her hand and Nero manages to convert the little gasp into a last minute - ] -eow~
[ because she's excellent? whatever his kinks are, hers has always been flattery. she nudges her face against his neck, trying to continue with the purring-growling noise. slipping a free hand up against his other shoulder and - hm, kneading. the points of her nails rest on his skin and slip, with no strength enough to leave clawed marks behind, down over his pectoral. and, hm, how does a cat knead exactly? you can tell she's never kneaded bread before either, because her fingers vaguely mash into his skin, concentric circles as her nails dip in deeper.
but a better idea, one she knows how to do. her tongue comes out against his husky throat - hers is much smoother, silkier, than a real feline. but its eager for the taste of expensive wine and low-class thief, both warm and exciting to her. ]
Is this what you like? Nyaaan~?