Kitty Softpaws, was, contrary to her name, not a soft cat in terms of character. She worked for herself, only to her own objectives, and would never take in another male companion, being an infamous heartbreaker herself. Least of all that cat, one as infamous as herself, the classic dashing hero, and a famous womanizer (in the cat way), and an outlaw too.
A wry smile dabbing at her lips, she snuggled closer to the exact same cat, hearing him purr contentedly as he pulled her closer. A handsome devil, he was. And the thought of having him all to herself, as no other female had had him before, was exhilarating and gave a boost to her pride. Her lips drifted over his furry chest and her tongue darted out to give a patch of his fur a lick, and she felt his tail intertwine with hers as she did so. When he tilted her head up and gave her a tender kiss, she stared into the beautiful green eyes that had captured her from the start, and felt her heart flutter. Yes, she had this magnificent cat all to herself, and any other cat who dared to try taking him was to be damned into hell.
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Puss In Boots indeed. The charming, dashing, playboy cat was reduced to a tender, loving but passionate state when he was around his lover. Naughty still, and ferocious in defending her, but he realized he would be nothing but an empty shell if she were to leave him. He lived and lusted for the nights they spent together, when he could curl his tail around hers and claim her like no other cat could. When she placed her furry head and soft paws onto his chest, he was never as happy. They fit together perfectly, physically and emotionally, and he loved everything about her. Her crystal blue eyes, her soft dark gray skin, her clawless paws, her mischievous smile that probably meant she was up to no good... Goodness, he was starting to sound like a romantic fool, blinded by love, which he probably was.
Mornings were just as eventful. Half the time he would wake up with his hat or boots missing, a quarter he woke with him staring at her, washing herself, breakfast in front of the two of them, or she was snuggled up against him, fast asleep, perhaps from their exertions the previous night and day. Today was an example of the first. His paws felt cold from the absence of his leather boots and he rolled his eyes playfully, knowing exactly what was going on. He lifted his nose into the air to look for a scent that was both hers and his, and found it a few meters to his right. He pounced, and found his boots, but no cat, and his hat was now gone, even while he was slipping into his boots. "Goodness, how troublesome," he murmured to himself as he repeated the process. This time, he found his lover and his hat perched on a tree, and he smirked as he clambered up easily, his claws sticking into the rough bark. "Morning, ma chère," he greeted in French instead of his usual Spanish, making her ears twitch and the mischievous glimmer in her eyes grow. "Ah, so it's French now, petit ami?" Naughty, naughty cat. Claiming him as hers. He smirked just as he got onto the branch, right next to her, and kissed her passionately on her lips while she put his hat back onto his head. "Where to today, then?" she mumbled around his lips, and his naughty smile did not diminish even when he pulled away from her. Trying to distract me, huh? Try harder, Puss chuckled but let himself pull away and leaped down the tree, landing lightly on his paws. "Let's go then, if you wish so," he chuckled and raced off with her hot on his heels.
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A/N: Really pointless... But it was such an awesome movie and there were so little ffs... SO HOPE YOU LIKE IT :D