Return-Path: Date: Sat, 27 Jun 1998 20:47:59 -0500 Reply-To: br1035@IX.NETCOM.COM Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Bonnie Rutledge Subject: Mary Sue Gets Petted (1/1) To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Okay, this little thingee was inspired by the other Mary Sue posts that have dropped on fkfic. Permission granted to archive at fkfanfic.com It'll also show up on my fic page at http://www.geocities.com/~br1035/fk/forever.html Mary Sue Gets Petted Copyright 1998 by Bonnie Rutledge He had the physique of a mighty jungle cat, muscles rippling along his forearms and legs, his shoulders sleekly sculpted to convey the unleashed power of his every movement. Not an ounce of excess fat marred his abdomen, which is why he displayed it proudly. He always received more than his fair share of admiration - he was irresistible. Some men had to work to keep fit, but he was one of the lucky ones. He was simply born perfect. Right now, he indulged in a perfect stretch, artistically posing his body to reveal every sinew to its utmost desireability. She wasn't blind. Struck by the splendor of his presence, she reacted just as he expected. There was a loving sigh, then her sleepy voice murmured, "You are *so* handsome. Come here, lover boy." He saw no reason to disappoint her. He moved with a quiet elegance toward the couch. She was sprawled on her back, her abundant mane spread luxuriously over the cushions. He loved her hair, loved to bury his head in it, loved the smell of it, loved the way a single curl could dance against his nose until he could go mad from the teasing. He wasted no time in curling his body into hers, their chests contacting in a battle of warm flesh. She cooed, then ran her fingertips over the back of his head, her nails dancing gently through his gray hair. It felt good, so he pressed his body more firmly against hers as encouragement. She didn't disappoint as she proceeded to massage his shoulders and lower back, whispering, "You're my best fellow. Oh, yes...you are." Purring sounds erupted from his throat. The feeling was mutual. He loved the way she smelled... He began to explore, letting his whiskers tease along her neck, then across one cheekbone until he reached a dainty earlobe. He licked his lips, then began to run his tongue along the outside rim. She broke out into giggles, lightly pushing his head aside. "That tickles!" He didn't care about her ear at this point. His face was now buried in her hair. She smelled incredible. He felt a sudden overwhelming urge...a desire... The contented smile had remained on her face while his purring sounds continued to dance in her ears, her heart ready to explode with love for this magnificent creature. she thought, Suddenly, her hand stilled at the base of his tail. He was doing something odd, something that tugged at her scalp. Natalie sat bolt upright. "Sydney! Quit eating my hair!" The cat bounced to a seated position on her stomach, then began to rhythmically press his front paws into her stomach to make amends. A tuft of golden brown hair dangled from his jaws and his pink tongue jutted out just slightly over his lips as he blinked possessively in her direction. Sydney looked so darling, Natalie couldn't resist cuddling him into her chest once more. "Oh, you're my puddin' poo-pants!" she squealed. "Are you ready to go to bed, sweetheart?" "Rrowr!" Sydney preened proudly, master of her domain. He *always* got to sleep with Natalie, a track record that left any old, incidental vampires in the dust. Natalie mused over how much she loved Sydney while she searched the bathroom for a nighttime scrunchie to restrain her hair from his hungry jaws. He offered gentle, dependable companionship and affection, making the world seem better after the most exhausting, traumatic of nights. He was beyond compare in that department. Even better, he didn't hog the covers, leave the toilet seat up or drink blood. Slipping between her cool sheets, Natalie felt a glow of happiness as her cat snuggled against one of her arms. She could feel the beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. "You're my perfect, jolly, good fellow, Sydney," she murmured. There was a gurgling sound, and Natalie glanced over to see her beloved feline hunched over her hand. Suddenly, something warm and wet plopped onto her palm. Natalie grimaced, then leaned over to grab some tissues from her nightstand. "Yep, Syd...you're my Prince Charming with hairballs." *************************************************************************** Fin Now I'll post this, before common sense kicks in. br1035@ix.netcom.com