I feel her warmth of her chest on my back. I shake in excitement. I feel every single fur against my lower back. I hold in a squeal of happiness. I laugh instead
" Oh Bomby can you give me some SPACE!" I smile widely at my sister.
Bombalurina and I have a lot in common, we have both had a past with Macavity, we both are so close. There is too many to count… I smile knowing my taller sister is standing by me, her curvy hip jabbing me in my side. My whole body is filled with pleasure.
Though, you may think this story is about Bombalurina and I is about our troubled past with Macavity, no. It is about how much I love my sister, a little bit.. Too much.
Every morning I search for her just to smell her scent. She smells very spicy and tangy, as she cuddles up next to me I try not to gasp as body parts contract and thump like a heart beat.
The front of her body moves closer to my back and I wonder to myself, Do I just love her for her, or because she protects me, no matter what.
Nah, I love her for her.
I smell the sour smell of Macavity. I scream his name in a warning. I soon feel the rhythmically breathing of Bombalurina, I feel the in and out of her breath. I want to crack up in laughter. After the Macavity scare, Bombalurina pats my head and goes after the tom. I look around, I soon feel the warmness of someone else on my backside. I giggle.
" Bomby! Quit I need my space!"
" I'm not Bombalurina…" It was a dark voice that I am familiar to. I gasp and try to run, but he grabs me back and holds me.
" I'll protect you from Macavity."
I look at him, his ginger coat shimmers, " But you ARE Ma-" My word stop as I feel his long claw hush my words. I close my eyes as I hear his purr. It's really him, I am both scared and grateful for protection.
I smile and turn myself around and look up into his dark brooding eyes. It really is him. It's the one true love in my life. Macavity. He is back, and after a while, he promises to not be his old evil self.
" I missed you, Mac."
" I missed you, Demi"
Have I ever showed you your daughter, Jemima, I want to ask him. But I also want my Bombalurina right next to me, for her deep breathing secures me. I feel Macavity's sharp claws on my throat.
I wake up in a loud painful choking gasp. It was only a dream. Only a stupid dream.
" BOMBY! I need you!" I scream for my sister. Then I remember that Bombalurina no longer can take care of me, she lives with her mate, Macavity. I weep slowly.
In the end, I miss my protective sister, and I miss my lover.