De-anon from the kink meme.
Warning: non-sexual pet play, fluff
"Come here, Cat," Elise calls, her voice firm and clear. "I know you made this mess."
Gilbert – or Awesome Cat, as he prefers to be called when he's like this (though Elise usually just shortens it to Cat) – preens from his sprawled out position on the back of the couch, his hands curled into fists that he uses to knead at the couch with a sound of utmost self satisfaction. He's completely naked, save for the jingling collar around his neck, but Elise barely notices, just rolling her eyes as she puts the books back on the table, this time without the dangly lace tablecloth that had caught Gilbert's attention.
It's almost impossible to train a cat like Gilbert, one who firmly believes he is better than any other being on this planet – most of whom were only put here to serve his needs anyway - but Elise doesn't really mind. His attitude means when he finally decides to roll down off the couch and crawl over to her so that he can wrap himself around her legs in what might be mistaken for an apology, but is probably just his way of making her pay attention to him instead of those silly books, it's because he wants to more than anything else at that moment.
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"Lily-girl," Gilbert coos softly, waving his fingers. "Come here, girl."
Elise is beautiful like this, all soft and curvy and playful. She crawls over, eyes wide and innocent.
"Drop it." He doesn't even have to raise his voice, the stern order has her placing the comb on the floor, silent and apologetic as she nudges it closer to him.
"That's a good girl." Gilbert rubs the top of her head, between the two pigtails that droop like short, perky little ears. "Such a good girl."
When she rolls onto her back, fisted hands up over her small breasts like paws, Gilbert almost wishes he could take her like this, but she is his Lily-girl now, and he won't ruin that. Forcing down his libido, Gilbert rubs her stomach, slowly and gently, until she sits up and licks at his face with a bright smile.
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Gilbert gets Saturdays to be doted on, to be the lordly cat.
Elise gets Sundays to serve, to be the best loyal little pup she can be.
And always, on Monday morning, bright and early, before Gilbert has to run to his class – can't have the professor being later than the students – and before Elise polishes her gun and pulls on her uniform, they make love, gentle and tender, with kisses anywhere they can find to place them.
So Gilbert is a history professor, and Elise is a policewoman, and they live happily ever after.