Wild Waves, Wicked Women
Prologue
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His first sense was motion. A gentle rocking like the back and forth of one's infant cradle. Then warmth, such warmth. It was at once soft and smooth yet also like silken fur. The pleasant contrast was none the less perplexing and dragged him out of blissful slumber.
A waking groan, lashes fluttering, and he woke. Mind lost in fog, he looked around the room, unsure where he was. It was small, but too rustic to be Privet Drive. The wooden walls and lack of roommates made it clear he was not at Hogwarts and the lack of permeating gloom quickly ruled out Grimmauld Place.
"Where am I?" he mumbled, trying to reach up to rub his face only to find his arm otherwise engaged.
It was only then that he noticed the head on the pillow next to him. The shaven head did nothing to detract from her porcelain beauty, thick eyelashes and pouty pink lips made his mouth go dry.
A few cogs started turning, time, place, and circumstance returned, all of which seemed inconsequential compared to the fact he was in bed, with a woman, a naked woman if the information his arm was relaying to his brain was accurate.
A faint memory of certain, activities, made him blush, but just as he was beginning to think he knew what was going on, a soft "mew" and a nuzzling at his other shoulder threw his understanding right out the window.
Cat ears flicked in that cute way they do but the face, while possessing a few feline touches, was all woman, and a familiar one at that. She too had a firm grip on one arm, her silky soft fur caressing his skin while patches of bare flesh sent lightning racing up his spine.
What the hell happened last night?
He remembered his encounter with Sorsha. Vaguely recalled exchanging words with Vargas afterward, but past that, nothing. Certainly nothing that would explain his current position, sandwiched between two beautiful, naked women.
Did he? Did they? It was almost too much to even contemplate. His complete lack of sexual experience left him baffled as to how he would have even arranged such a rendezvous.
As he lay there pondering his predicament the deliciously warm body on his right stirred. Thick eyelashes fluttered open and pouty pink lips parted in the biggest cutest yawn.
In some corner of his mind he knew it was rude to stare, or so he'd been told, yet the delicate angelic features were even more enrapturing while in motion, he just couldn't look away. The wicked little smile that stole across her lips suggested she was not the least displeased.
"Good morning," she cooed, sliding up the short distance to his lips for a quick good morning kiss.
The unaccustomed physical contact made his brain go all fuzzy and by the time he was beginning to regain his ability to speak, he was further distracted by a nose nuzzling his check.
"Good morning," said the chirpy feline, being less subtle with her affection and peppering his face with kisses.
Sorsha chuckled while Harry weathered the loving assault till Meryl was satisfied she'd gotten every inch.
No longer under affectionate attack he took a moment to collect his thoughts as he gazed at the two females who looked back expectantly, waiting for him speak. So many things he could have said, so many things he wanted to ask. Where are my glasses, and what happened last night? One question however took precedence over all others.
"Was I good?"
He wasn't sure how to interpret the looks of shock. Sadly, he was pretty sure how to interpret the laughter.
"So, that's a no?"
This only made them laugh harder. Definitely a no.