Jealousy and/or love rivals (695 words)
Nekos are usually the jealous type. They don't share well – not when it comes to their food, their home, or their lovers. That's not to say that they don't have the capacity for kindness and generosity because they absolutely do. However, they oft become agitated or downright hostile when they feel threatened.
Ichigo had seen this happen with his mate, Rukia. He was a human that had happened to have a neko woman as his life companion and he had seen pretty much everything. But what had caught him off guard, what really surprised him, was when he saw those qualities in himself. He wondered if he just picked up her habits or if he was just that fiercely protective and possessive. He would really rather not contemplate that.
"Ichigo! I can't believe you! Now I'll never be able to show my face there again after what you did!" The small woman stomped ahead of him, reprimanding him without even looking back.
But he was just as angry. "He was flirting with you and touching you, Rukia! And I don't want you going back there anyway!"
He watched her midnight black tail, which was slightly hanging out from the bottom of her pea coat, twitch in a way that he knew was highly annoyed. Her small cat-shaped ears were stiff and laid back on her head as well. "I told him off, Ichigo! And I could have handled him if it got worse. There was no need to PUNCH him! You caused a scene!"
"It WAS necessary!" He continued to stalk after his angry neko all the way from the parking lot to where they would find their apartment. The other pedestrians in their neighborhood quickly jumping out of their way as they barreled through angrily.
"In what universe would violence by the solution there?! You started that fight!" She unlocked and threw open the door to their home, not bothering to look back to see if he would follow her. She figured he would anyway.
The angry young man stepped inside his house and slammed the door behind him. He saw his wife's jacket laying on the floor but he didn't even bother with shedding his own. "He insulted my dignity as your partner to think he could get away with that. And he disrespected YOU in laying his hands on you. I will NOT hesitate to correct that!"
There was a pause, a moment of silence that met his words. He was actually a bit nervous about the lack of a response and he stayed rooted in the living room as he waited. After a few heart beats, he saw her face peek around the corner of the hallway that lead to their bedroom. "You… You did it to protect my honor?" He couldn't tell if she was confused, surprised, or infuriated. Her voice was so calm that he had a hard time gauging the danger level.
So he figured he'd go with honesty and softly answered, "yes."
He watched her step around the corner, her entire petite body coming into view. He noticed she kicked off her shoes and her tiny feet were bare on the rug beneath her feet. She shyly pulled from of her hair over her shoulder to play with it a moment as she met his eyes, smiling softly. "Were you jealous?"
Again, he could only answer with a simple, "yes." He was beginning to be far too distracted by her flirtatious eyes and the way her body swayed as she stepped closer to him. Her aqua-colored sun dress fluttered about her thighs with every step.
"You don't want anyone else to touch me but you?" Her voice him another question that he immediately knew the answer to.
"Yes."
"Then touch me," was all she needed to say before he reached down to grab the back of those thighs, lifting her up to wrap them around his waist. He arms went around his neck as their mouths met in a heated kiss. As he meaningfully carried her into their bedroom, he figured he could learn to accept the jealous side of him since Rukia seemed to appreciate it.
