A puff of air leaves my lips the second my feet encounter the soft carpet of my bedroom, my hands shutting the door behind me quietly so I don't disturb my fellow house mates. I'm not positive how they might react if they knew I lied to them and told them I wouldn't be home for about two days and here I am, slipping through my own home just to hide something from them. About two doors down and across the hall, Heero's room is my number one danger zone. Correction, correction... the boy in the room is who I'm worried about. Heero sleeps like a spy under the watchful eyes of the enemy; alert with his finger curling around the trigger.
I press my ear up against the cool wood of the door, holding my breath for a few harsh seconds as I listen for the opening of others. Heero's still calm and resting in his room, peaceful and content with the war rushing through his mind.
Quatre's television is softly droning on down the hallway, a sure sign that he's sleeping like a baby at his desk or draped across one of his chairs. Probably holding onto some report that he has to review by tomorrow evening. Has anyone ever mentioned that he's a last-minute kind of person?
Wufei's room was dark when I passed it. That means one of two things; either the boy is resting or in a state of deep meditation. It's sad when I know that he isn't the one I have to worry about.
The door next to mine was cracked open ever so slightly, meaning the occupant had sneaked into Heero's room and had begun to cuddle. Duo tries to keep away from him, but ever since they secretly started something, he finds it harder to sleep alone. Of course, he wants to hide it from the rest of us that the two of them ever started a relationship, but they make it clear enough. As long as he's in bed with Heero, I don't really have to worry about either of them.
My heart starts to slowly speed up as I turn and see my tidy bed through the darkness of the room. The sheets underneath the throw blanket are so soft against my skin, I would know. I must have looked so strange when I stood in the department store for about half an hour and rubbed the sheets against my cheek. Everybody must have taken a collective breath of relief as I bought them, but I'm speaking nonsense now.
The real reason I lied...
My cat is lying on my bed like he owns the whole damn thing, his lithe body curled around himself as he purrs in his sleep. A small smile creeps across my lips as his whiskers twitch slightly as if he sensed my presence. Oh, it took a while to persuade the others to let me keep him. The night I came home with him, Wufei had downright refused to have such a beast in his living quarters because at the time it had fleas and beaten up ears. I had found the critter in the parking lot of that department store when I bought the sheets, you know? He was lying there, all bloody and crying out to anyone who would listen, and nobody would.
Nobody but me.
I gathered him up and brought him right home with me.
And I tried to keep him a secret. I hid him in the folds of my jacket as I got home, rushing straight passed them all even though they were asking me questions. He shuffled about in my pocket, and the second I was in my bedroom, he started up his pathetic mewling. I tried to get him to stop, but Heero can hear a clock tick miles away so of course he had to hear it. The second I was trying to put him in a box and shove him under my bed, my door opened and closed and Heero was suddenly behind me.
"Wufei won't like that."
That was all he said, reaching down and tapping his fingers on top of the cat's head in a small pat, no doubt examining the bloody ears. He nudged my side with his elbow and left without another word, closing the door and returning to his maniacal friend.
Making a long story short, they all found out and I had to beg. Get on my knees and beg to keep him.
Of course, Heero laughed at me when I did this, but I got to keep him!
I slip over to the bed after toeing my shoes off, sitting on the edge and getting ready to sleep. My hands start to tremble as I reach them up to undo the buttons, working my way down until I can slide the shirt off without problems. I force myself to my feet just long enough to unclasp my belt and shimmy out of my pants, then I'm back on the bed in nothing but my undershirt and boxers.
He stirs just enough to properly identify me, then he meows quietly and tries to slip back into slumber.
Not yet.
Stretching out next to him, my eyes glued to the dark ceiling, I slowly place my hand on his stomach just as it rises. Heat starts to settle on my body when I realize the ceiling fan isn't on and I'm not getting any circulation in my bedroom. My undershirt is discarded with a sigh, and a rush of cool air hits my chest from somewhere.
I don't really care where.
My hand rests on his stomach again as it lowers, air leaving his body for just a second before more filters in. He starts to wake again and his body stretches out like mine just so he can get more attention from me. One of his tiny paws brushes against my bare thigh, a chuckle leaving my lips. His scarred ears perk up for just a second, and two green eyes flicker open to calmly gaze in my general direction.
Oh.
I run my fingers lightly up his body until I can get in a better position to scratch behind his ears. Little sharp pricks start pressing into my skin as his claws slowly come out. I continue my assault until he rolls himself back over and climbs to his feet, purring louder from the attention.
My hand drops.
He looks insulted.
Letting out another puff of air, I pat the spot next to me until I get his attention. He turns and slowly moves to the spot I indicated, and my eyes begin to close as his tail flicks erratically at my leg, tickling my skin softly. The soft caress happens twice more before he reaches my hand and rubs himself into my touch. With my free hand, I pat my thigh until his attention is yet again averted.
Slinks back down my leg, his tail brushing over the soft fabric of my underwear.
Oh, god.
My eyes close.
What if somebody walks in?
Is this wrong?
He moves back up, teasing me without knowing it.
Back down, sending shivers along my spine.
Up... so soft.
Down...
Up...
Oh.
Down...
Little touches. Teasing me.
So good.
Oh...
I need more cats.