“I’m way past that.” Rhiannon took his arm by the wrist. Her fingertips brushed up and down the light covering of hair on his forearm. It must have been golden like his animal fur because she couldn’t see the hair in the low light. It felt normal, a man’s pelt. The experimentation done, she released his arm.
“I’m just wondering how much like a cat you really are,” she said. “If I scratched your spine, would it follow my fingers?” She smiled thinking about a childhood pet, a black cat named Talia whose back arched whenever she was petted.
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on 2013-09-13 05:49 pm (UTC)“I’m just wondering how much like a cat you really are,” she said. “If I scratched your spine, would it follow my fingers?” She smiled thinking about a childhood pet, a black cat named Talia whose back arched whenever she was petted.