"First Aid"
Prompt: Cat

April leaned back against her door and smiled up at Roger. "So …?"

He gave her a half smile and nodded. "Well, I should probably mosey on home, now that you're home safe."

She laughed. "Did you just say 'mosey'?"

"Did I? Wow, seriously lack of judgment there."

"No, it's okay," she winked at him. "At least, I'm not the only clumsy one."

"Words, actions... same thing, really," he hooked one thumb in his belt loops and smiled at her.

April swallowed. "So, did you want to come inside? You know, for coffee or something?"

"Sure."

April pushed open the door and flipped on the lights. Sara's cat ran in front of the door and jumped on the desk. "I hate that cat."

Roger nodded and stepped into the apartment. "Then why do you have it?"

"It's my roommate's," April threw her keys on the counter and checked the coffee pot. "Well, there's this coffee. I think Sara made this today." April pulled the pot off the burner and sniffed. "Or yesterday."

Roger wrinkled his nose and sat down on her small couch. "I'll pass."

April dumped the old coffee into the sink and checked the cupboards. "Okay, I can make more coffee, or I've got some tea… or I don't know—"

"It's okay, why don't you sit down or something?" Roger patted the seat next to him and smiled.

April put the coffee pot down and walked over to the couch. She sat down and half-smiled. Roger laughed. "You okay?"

"I don't know. Oh, I still have your jacket on!" She pulled the jacket off and laid the jacket between them. Then, she put a hand over the broken strap of her tank top.

"You could have kept it," Roger smiled. "It looked good on you."

"Thanks," April half-smiled again and ran a hand through her hair. "Uhm, I feel a little awkward with only one strap."

Roger looked at the strap and nodded. "I see." He reached out and gently touched the strap. "I don't think that's fixable, sorry."

"Not your fault," April stood up and shook her head. "I'm just gonna change my top."

"Okay," Roger leaned back on the couch and relaxed while April walked into her bedroom to change.

She closed the door, pulled the tank top off and started digging through her closet. "What the hell am I going to change into?" April didn't want to look slutty, but she didn't want to look like she wasn't interested. She pulled out another tank top and a button up shirt.

All of a sudden, she heard a loud screech from the cat and then Roger shouting, "Ow! Damnit!" April threw on the button up top, did a half-ass job buttoning it and ran out to the living room.

Roger was standing up, holding his face and staring at the cat. April carefully approached the cat and grabbed it. "Bad Jojo," she muttered at the cat before throwing the cat in Sara's room and closing the door. Then, April walked back into the living room and up to Roger. "Are you okay?"

Roger nodded and pulled his hand away. "Damn cat."

April shook her head and grabbed the first aid kit off the desk. "What happened?" She pushed Roger down onto the couch and knelt in front of him with the kit.

"I tried to pet that cat and it scratched me and then jumped away. And you know the rest." He kept touching the scratch on his face. "I thought it was, you know, de-clawed."

"Stop touching it." April admonished. She gently cleaned out the cut and disinfected it. "Yeah, I probably should have warned you. Jojo doesn't like strangers and isn't de-clawed. Sara couldn't afford it."

Roger laughed. "Good to know."

April finished up and put a band-aid over the scratch. "I think you'll be okay in the morning, but you know, don't want dirt or anything in that scratch."

"You're awfully prepared for this." Roger touched the band-aid and winked at her.

"Well, you get used to it. Almost everyone has a run-in with that damn cat." She slowly put all the supplies away in the kit and put the kit back on the desk. "Feeling any better?"

"Lots. You've got a magic touch," he touched her hand.

April turned a few shades of red. "That was really cheesy."

"You didn't like it?"

"Never said that, I just said it was cheesy." She touched the side of his face that wasn't scratched and he leaned in and kissed her. "Mmm."

He pulled back. "Too soon?"

April shook her head, climbed on top of him so she was straddling him and kissed him hard. "No way. I'm a good girl, but I'm not a prude."

Roger licked his lips. "I can see that." He put his arms around her and placed his hands on her butt. April threw her head back and laughed. She tossed her hair back over her shoulder and kissed him again. When she pulled back to breath, Roger nodded at her shirt. "You button shirts much?"

She looked down and laughed. "Uhm… I kinda just threw it on when I heard you scream." She moved her hands from his face and started to rebutton. "I can fix it if you like."

Roger stopped her. "No, leave it. It's cute." He leaned in and kissed her neck, then her cheek, then her mouth. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled in close.

Just then, the lock on the door turned and April and Roger looked to the door. Sara walked in with her boyfriend, Tony, in tow. "Oh, uhm—sorry, A."

April slid off Roger's lap, but left her legs laying across his lap. "It's okay. We weren't doing anything, really."

Sara narrowed her eyes and mouthed, "Yeah, right." April turned a little red and Sara grabbed Tony. "Just pretend like we're not even here. We won't bother you." They walked toward her room and started to open the door. Before April could stop her, Sara opened the door wide and her cat raced out of the room with a huge screech.

"AH!" Sara screamed as the black and white cat ran over her feet.

April shouted out, "Get that cat out of here!"

"I'm trying!" Sara yelled as she and Tony chased the cat back into her room.

Roger slid his hands up April's legs and smiled. "Next time, we're going to my apartment."