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The carpet is soft under Kit’s knees, the lit stove bathing the left side of her body in glorious heat, and she can feel a bead of sweat running down her temple.
She’s been kneeling here for what feels like forever, but she won’t move no matter how much the effort makes her body shake.
Jade stands in front of her, looking down at her with a slight curl of her lips, the firelight glowing against the red curls on her head and between her legs both. She’s beautiful naked. She’s always beautiful to Kit, but something about her without clothes, standing in front of a roaring fire, illuminated by it, makes Kit want to roll around on the floor, want to roll around on her.
Jade walks around her, steps slow and sure, and Kit feels a brush of fingers across the top of her head, sliding through her hair. They move down, past her cheek, along the side of her neck, all the way to the back. Kit shivers at the contact, at the slight press of fingernails into the sensitive skin that has her mouth opening in a gasp.
It's almost enough to distract her from her position, from the effort of holding herself still. Her hands want to move from where they rest at her sides, but she doesn’t let them, feels the twitching tremor through her fingers, and she swallows thickly.
Jade sinks to her knees behind her, the press of her lips against the back of Kit’s head, the press of her breasts into her back. She leans forward, sliding her cheek over Kit’s, tongue flicking out to lick at her earlobe. Kit let’s out a little groan, and then Jade’s teeth nip at her ear and it grows into something deeper.
“You’re doing so good, Kit,” she says in what some people would call a purr, voice heavy with pleasure. “Who’s my good kitty?”
Kit preens at the words, chest puffing out in a way that she knows draws Jade’s eyes to her bare breasts. She’s Jade’s good kitty.
Even the pleasure of being Jade’s isn’t enough to distract her from her struggle, and she swallows again, the effort of holding still almost too much, but she can’t move, she won’t move.
One of Jade’s hands comes around, fingernails dragging up along Kit’s stomach in a way that makes goosebumps flare across her skin. She feels Jade’s head moving downwards, knows what’s coming next, and when she feels the light scrape of Jade’s teeth across the back of her neck it makes her arch back into her, low moan breaking free of her clenched teeth. She can feel the slick of wetness between her legs, and her thighs tremble with the desire to lean forward, to press her hips backwards into Jade, to be filled by her.
It's almost enough to make her muscles unclench from their locked position, almost enough to make her forget the way her heart pounds in her chest with an instinctual desire that she sometimes feels she has no control over, almost makes her drag her eyes away from the source of her torment.
The glass of water perched oh so precariously on the very edge of the coffee table.
“I know it’s hard, baby,” Jade croons into the back of Kit’s neck, tongue running a wet stripe along the skin, fingernails still making their slow way up and down Kit’s stomach. “But you can be good for me, can’t you?”
Kit can. She will.
Jade’s lips curl into a smile that Kit can feel, and she sees one freckled hand reach past her and brush at the glass just enough to move it a single millimetre away from the edge.
Kit doesn’t feel her own hand move until the glass is already on the floor, water spraying out in all directions as Kit’s whole body flushes with intense feline satisfaction.
Jade starts laughing behind her, breath ghosting across Kit’s flushed skin, and then she’s kissing at Kit’s head, her temple, tilting her face backwards so that she can reach her lips. The slide of Jade’s mouth against her own is intoxicating, and Kit can’t help licking into her with a flick of her tongue.
“Two minutes and ten seconds,” Jade says against Kit’s lips, and Kit shouldn’t have let her use the timer.
“I was close,” Kit insists. Two whole minutes of not knocking the glass of water off of the coffee table is a personal best, and she’s pretty proud of it thank you very much.
Jade laughs again, and Kit loves that sound more than anything else in the whole world. “You said five minutes, that wasn’t even half.”
Kit wriggles around on her knees until she’s facing her, and she can feel her pupils dilate to their widest point, sees Jade’s own widen in response. She moves quickly, knocking Jade backwards onto the soft rug, arms and legs bracing on either side of her as she lets out another laugh. She’s gentle, always gentle with Jade, so strong but so much weaker than Kit that it makes Kit’s heart ache with protectiveness. Jade was hers, her perfect person to love and be loved by, and Kit would do anything for her.
The last vestiges of Kit’s self control break, and she gives into the impulse she feels every time she sees Jade naked, sees the expanse of bare skin covered in delicate freckles. Dropping down onto Jade fully, she rubs across her whole body, arms and legs twisting as she wriggles around on top of her, the sound of Jade’s laughter only growing.
It tilts her neck slightly, and Kit ducks her face down, rubbing her cheek across Jade’s neck, her hair, her cheek, all across her face, and when Jade rubs back, hand sliding into Kit’s hair to press her face even closer, it fills Kit’s heart, settles her and makes her feel so very loved.
The warmth of the skin on skin contact is delicious, something she craves so much it’s almost painful, and Kit could stay sprawled here for the rest of her life.
Her chest starts to rumble with the force of the emotion, and Jade let’s out a little burr of her own in response. It turns into a moan once Kit starts nipping at her collarbones, ducks lower to take a nipple into her mouth.
“Am I still your good kitty?” Kit asks her, voice rumbling with a proper purr.
Jade lets her head fall backwards as Kit makes her way down her body towards her most favorite destination, and her voice is hoarse when she finally finds enough air to speak.
“ Always .”