Prompts:
Ana's squad begins to help a stray cat and begs Ana to help out for "team moral". Ana is determined not to like the mangy feline but she helps anyway just so she can stop hearing her squad pester her if anything. One day Kamilah finds out what they've been doing and brings the stray inside. Without Ana knowing. Ana comes home to a slightly wrecked apartment but she couldn't stay mad with two pairs of eyes melting her defenses. - zieglera
Would a domesticated ana and milah ever get an animal? I like to think lazy days with a sphynx cat, because those are 10000% cuddle cats and they bond with one person immensely. Obviously kamilah. Ana gets jealous. - matriarch-aethyta
"Keep it away from me."
Ana crossed her arms, squinting at it with the fury of all hells.
"No."
She leaned back, pursing her lips in disgust when it was brought closer towards her.
"I said– Fuck off!" Ana yelled. She swatted at the thing when Layla thrust it into her face. Thankfully, the cat was yanked out of reach before flailing hands and paws could do any damage. "I didn't come back here to touch that hellspawn."
As if in reply to the insult, the sphynx cat shrieked at her. It remained in Layla's hold though, as the woman started stroking it again. "Come on, Ana. It's so cute."
"It fucking scratched me," Ana reminded her. She had tried to pet the hairless thing, only to have it jump at her, claws flashing as they raked across her forearms. The scratches throbbed under her bandages as Ana glared at her feline attacker.
"Well… Maybe she felt threatened. Did you, little girl?" Layla cooed as Mesi reached over to play with it as well.
"Oi, Layla. Time to hand her over," Ebo said. He stretched his hands out and wiggled his fingers. Layla seemed reluctant, but rose out of the couch anyway to place the cat in Ebo's hold. The cat seemed even smaller in the huge man's arms, but it still curled up and yawned, purring in contentment.
Demon's just acting. Ana slumped back into her seat beside Khalid. The squad had invited her back to the barrack's break room for some drinks and card games. But said drinks and cards lay forgotten on the table since the squad's attention had been snatched away by the dirty little stray, which they had found outside a pub yesterday. It was so ugly – with its creamy pinkish skin and wrinkles and baleful mossy green eyes that no one could fall in love with. And yet, here they were. A bunch of humans enthralled by that gross little thing. There must be some seductive, demonic magic at play.
"Oh yeah. Ana, could you pick up a larger bag of cat food tomorrow? I don't think mine's going to–"
"No."
Layla clicked her tongue. "The pet store's on the way from your house to here."
"I am not going to deliver anything for that creature."
"It's alright, Lay," Khalid cut in before Layla could reply. "We can just give Kamilah a call."
Ana snapped her glare towards Khalid who remained unaffected. "Don't you dare."
"Oh, I dare."
Gritting her teeth, Ana turned the situation over in her head. Kamilah liked animals. Khalid knew that. He could talk Kamilah into forcing Ana to help them, or – god forbid – get Kamilah involved in taking care of the damned thing herself. The choice was clear. She would keep her wife from falling under the demon's spell.
"Fucking fine."
Ana was tired. Dead tired. And the last thing she expected after a long day of slogging in the field, was to find her living room in a mess. The sofa was ruined – scratches in its upholstery exposed the foam cushion beneath. A glass vase lay smashed on the floor, flowers surrounded by water and broken shards. Their tea set on the coffee table was upended. Thankfully the cups on the floor were still intact.
And – there it was.
Ana froze, locked in a surprised stare with the hellspawn sitting beside the teacups without remorse.
What. The. Fuck.
"Milah!" Ana called. She waited for a few quiet moments. "Milah!"
"What?" Her wife's voice carried from the upper level, accompanied by footsteps padding across wooden flooring. Kamilah had descended halfway down the stairs when she paused, taking in the sight. "Oh no."
Nodding, Ana turned to look at her. "'Oh no' is right. What the hell is that thing doing here?"
"Layla dropped her off this afternoon," Kamilah explained as she hopped off the stairs, going over to scoop the cat up in her arms. The sight of that demon touching her wife's skin made her insides twist in revulsion. It meowed sweetly as Kamilah ran her hand down its back. "Her cousin had to fly off last minute, so she's leaving the cat here for a while."
"No, she is not leaving that thing here." Ana held up the car keys still in her hand. "We're going to drop it off at the barracks. Now."
"Ana, it's just two weeks at most. We can take care of it until then."
"If you think I'm going to let that fucking demon live in my house, you're grossly–" Ana's furious words faded into nothingness. Kamilah held the cat next to her face, fixing Ana with a puppy-eyed stare that came out of nowhere. And…was that a pout?
"I– The…furniture…" Ana said weakly, eyes still on the pleading gaze which had morphed into a triumphant one.
"It's alright. We still have warranty on the sofa." Kamilah kissed Ana on the cheek as she walked back to the stairs. "Be a dear and clean up the mess, won't you?"
Ana stared at her wife as she climbed up the stairs. The cat peered over Kamilah's shoulder, judging Ana silently before it snuggled into the crook of Kamilah's neck, purring at an obnoxiously loud volume. As if in a taunt.
Ana gritted her teeth.
I'm going to kill you.
Her house had turned into hell. How could it not, with a demon roaming around unchecked? Every time Ana opened the front door, every corner she turned, every way she looked, that cat was there. Watching. Waiting. Its proud, unrepentant face made Ana want to slap it all over its stupid feline head. Especially when it stuck to Kamilah like glue, and acted so disgustingly sweet around her. Like an assassin luring its victim into a false sense of security, before whipping out a wicked sharp dagger and finishing the job.
Kamilah did not seem to mind the hairless assassin's presence, though. In fact, she could rarely be seen without it following her around the house, curled up in her lap, or standing vigil beside her whenever she was seated or asleep. That was why Ana found it odd that the ugly thing still had not shown its face here.
They lay side by side on the corner sofa, Ana with an arm around Kamilah, who had fallen fast asleep during a movie rerun. Her head was rested on Ana's shoulder, as Ana kept her eyes on the screen, finally letting her guard down for the first time since the past week–
Oh god, you little shit.
The stupid cat had hopped up onto the sofa. It sent an evil glance at Ana, before settling itself on top of Kamilah's shins, curling up to sleep with its favourite human. Ana growled at the sight. She stared at it as multiple explosions took place on the screen. Then, she lifted a foot.
She hovered right next to the cat for a while, wondering how to do this. Fast or slow? Fast, maybe. Ana had stretched her hand slowly to pet the cat before, and that gave it a chance to scratch her.
Fast it is.
Counting to three in her heart, Ana placed her foot on the cat. Its eyes had just opened when she gave a mighty shove, and it fell off the side of the sofa. A short victorious cackle burst through her throat involuntarily, and Ana caught it too late. Kamilah stirred, moaning incoherently as she shifted, snuggling closer to her wife and wrapping her arms around Ana's middle. Ana was savouring her victory, her hand reaching up to play with Kamilah's hair when her adversary jumped back on the sofa again.
The cat's body was tense, and it gave such a venomous hiss that Ana quickly retracted her feet – out of self-defense and totally not because of fear at all. Luckily, Kamilah had turned her attention towards the cat and rubbed her foot against it. The motion seemed to soothe the cat, then Kamilah pushed it gently towards the edge of the sofa. Getting the hint, it cast one last menacing look at Ana before hopping off.
"It looks angry," Kamilah mumbled. She brought her legs up and draped them over Ana's, nestling her head into Ana's neck. "Bedroom," she requested sleepily.
With a quick tap on the remote, Ana switched the television off. She lifted Kamilah effortlessly in a bridal carry, her wife's arms reaching around to hug her shoulders. Ana caught a glimpse of the cat sitting in a corner of the living room, its eyes following her path to the stairs. A streak of childishness took hold, and Ana stuck her tongue out at it.
I win, asshole.
"Ana…" Kamilah laughed as a hand sneaked under the waistband of her shorts.
Ana, who was pressed up against Kamilah's back, grinned and caught her in a deep kiss. Her fingers slipped beneath the underwear to stroke gently between Kamilah's legs, eliciting a soft moan from her wife's throat. Ana trailed her lips along Kamilah's jaw, nipped at her ear, then kissed down the side of her neck as Kamilah shifted her legs to give Ana's hand more room. Another moan, then Ana sank one finger in easily, giving languid pumps. She moved her lips back to Kamilah's, capturing her in a passionate kiss that–
"Meow."
Her eyes snapped open, hand halting in its work as she lifted her gaze. Ana glanced to the front, but saw no sign of the wicked creature on the floor by Kamilah's side of the bed. Realising belatedly that the sound had come from behind her, Ana turned her head just in time for the cat to land on her face from its little jump.
"Argh!" Ana's hand zipped away from Kamilah to smack reflexively at the weight on top of her. The mindless action proved to be her downfall, for she only had time to register the fierce meow before feeling an all-too-familiar scratch on the side of her neck. Ana cried out in pain, hand flailing only to catch the cat again, and received another scratch in return. She caught a swipe on her collarbone while she tried to sit up, then was yanked roughly backwards by two arms around her waist. Her feet hit the floor before she knew it, but Kamilah was there to keep her upright.
The two women stood by the bed and looked at the agitated cat, who started stalking towards Ana, its fangs already on show as it gave another threatening cry. Kamilah pushed Ana towards the door.
"You'd better go away for a while," she said, and Ana had no reason to refuse.
"That cat is out of here," Ana barked in said cat's direction, then fled out the door when it pounced off the bed.
Khalid snorted at her for the thousandth time as they sat in the armoury. His eyes glinted with amusement at the bandages on her neck, collarbones, and hand.
"Kamilah's been feistier, huh?" The quip finally left his lips after being held in for the entire morning.
"Shut the fuck up."
Ana waited by the door, her feet tapping impatiently as she watched Kamilah say goodbye to the stupid feline. The past two weeks had seen her house turned into a hellish warzone, and that cat could not leave fast enough.
Kamilah kissed the top of the cat's head before placing it into the pet carrier Layla held, and locked the door.
"Wanna say goodbye?" Layla asked Ana with a knowing smirk on her lips, fully aware of her feud with the cat. She lifted the carrier towards Ana's face, only to have it shoved away roughly, the cat meowing when the carrier jerked.
"Fuck that fucking cat," Ana grumbled. Her arms were crossed – the default posture for her whenever the cat was in the vicinity.
Layla giggled. "Anyway, thanks for the help, Kamilah."
"It's no trouble."
"To you, that is," Layla said, then grinned at Ana's growl. "Alright, then. Bye!"
"Good riddance," Ana called after Layla as she walked to her car parked in the driveway. Her friend merely waved a hand at her, then got into the vehicle. In a few short moments, she had driven off, taking the most hellish of hellspawns with her.
Good riddance indeed.
Ana closed the door and was drawn into a loose embrace, her severe pout kissed away by her wife.
"I guess no cats in the future, hm?" Kamilah said with a smile.
"No. Not that one anyway."
Kamilah chuckled, then placed another peck on her lips. "What if I want one?"
"How about a dog instead?" Ana said, as Kamilah led her farther into the house by her hand.
"How about a rabbit?"
"Hamster?"
"What about a snake?"
"A snake?" Ana laughed, clamping her arms around Kamilah. "But we already have one right here."
In hindsight, maybe she did deserve that hard elbow to the stomach.