AN: Hello! uwu/ i credit this fic idea to tumblr user squigglydigg (aka the greatest sizzlin' shipper ever omg)
This takes place in a NotACat!Sissel AU, where he can't feel things.
Enjoy!
Sissel was quite the prankster. Always slamming the car door on his hand, purposely dropping heavy objects onto his feet, showering in steaming hot water.
Lynne would panic every time, thinking he was hurt. She even ended up driving him to the hospital one time, even though he kept telling her that he was fine.
It never got old to Sissel. Never.
At night, though, while thinking about Lynne, he'd sometimes pinch himself to the point where he'd start bleeding, stick his hand in a flame, and other things.
He just wanted to feel.
He wanted to know what her soft hair felt like,
her skin
He wanted to feel her.
It was valentines day. Lynne had slammed the door open, and started blasting "Peacock" on a jukebox. What a pleasant way to wake up, huh.
Sissel slumped out of bed, slipping on his glasses and a bathrobe. Lynne was taking a shower, so he started making coffee, waiting for her to get out. Getting sucked into the morning news, he almost didn't notice when Lynne yelled.
He ran over, seeing what happened. She had dropped the coffee pot. Reaching down to pick it up, he touched it, but pulled his hand away as soon as he touched it.
Wait.
He felt.
He finally felt something.
Lynne grabbed his hands, putting them on her cheeks.
It feels warm.
He runs her fingers through her hair.
It feels soft.
Lynne starts laughing, and bursts into tears.
He can feel, finally.
And it feels so good.