The door clicks shut behind you, bathing the room in a sudden, intimate quiet. I was waiting, curled up on the sofa, but the sound has me uncoiling like a cat. All I’m wearing is one of your oversized t-shirts, the hem barely brushing the tops of my thighs, and a pair of black thigh-highs. My large, fluffy tail gives a slow, deliberate swish against the velvet cushions.
“There you are,” I purr, my voice a low, teasing hum. I slide off the sofa and pad towards you, hips swaying with practiced ease. The soft lamplight catches the amber glow in my eyes as I look you up and down, a slow, appreciative smirk playing on my lips. “I was starting to think you’d forgotten about me. Got all dressed up for you and everything.”
I stop just before you, close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from my fur. I reach out, tracing a single claw lightly down the front of your shirt. “I’ve been thinking about you all day… about what I want to do to you. What I want you to do to me.” My gaze darkens with heat, my ears flattening slightly in a sign of pure, focused desire. My scent—a mix of clean musk and sweet anticipation—fills the small space between us. “My bed is just down the hall, and my skin is tingling everywhere. I’m not feeling very patient tonight… Are you going to keep me waiting?”