Intro: In case anyone missed it, this chapter is rated R for some icky stuff involving the ill effects of drinking and being near a bed while at it. If you're offended by sex, then shoo. It's a big jump from... What was the previous rating? Anyway, this chapter is humor, not angst, so there. This chapter is backed by popular demand (I think), and it shouldn't even be here. So this is just a bonus, and shouldn't affect any other fics I or anyone else writes.



Lucky bastard. Maybe not so much of a nothing after all...


Wolf and Katt had a wild two-person party at her place for Wolf's birthday celebration. Wolf insisted that Katt didn't buy him anything, so Katt took out a bottle of champagne and put on some music. Loud music. Wolf, at first, thought to just drink a bit, but a long time away from alcohol increases the lust for it, and Wolf ended up draining half the bottle. Katt drained the other half. After a bit of homemade cake (courtesy of Katt), they fell on the bed, laughing from one of Wolf's dirty jokes, both drunker than most drunks. Wolf didn't know exactly how long after the bed-falling Katt did it, but he remembered it was after two more jokes. Katt suddenly pulled him really close and frenched him.


If Wolf were a bit more sober, he would've pushed her away, but he wasn't 'a bit more sober', and he kissed back. Saliva mixing with the champagne, the champagne mixing with the icing from the cake stuck to the roofs of their mouths, and whatnot. It wasn't long before they were both moaning passionately, pressing their bodies harder and harder on themselves, Wolf groping for something (he didn't know what) and Katt awkwardly reaching for the stereo to turn it off. Katt succeeded in turning it off, but Wolf didn't seem to find what he was looking for.


After along time of the oral play, Katt remembered how intercourse went and pulled off her shirt. Wolf mimicked her (probably without realizing it). A few more minutes of moaning and kissing ensued, now with the torsos exposed. Wolf worked his mouth down on Katt's neck and licked it hotly, making her moan even louder. And if they were a bit more sober, they would've been a bit quieter as not to disturb Katt's next-apartment neighbors, but they weren't 'a bit more sober', so they just kept at it. Wolf, now a bit lower and on top of Katt, unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off along with her undergarments. Katt didn't seem to notice. Wolf then fumbled stupidly at his own belt and buttons, but got them off. Eventually. While Katt was kissing his neck. But he didn't seem to realize that, either.


Wolf had to aim a few times before he actually entered Katt. What made it harder was that Katt's arm brushed up on her bedside cabinet and knocked off the lamp so Wolf had to 'aim' in complete darkness. He got it in her though. Eventually. Rocking his hips in sync to hers, Wolf didn't think he felt more comfortable or pleasured in his entire life. Well, if he wasn't almost deafened by Katt's 'Harder!' screams. But he obeyed anyway, trying to thrust harder and harder until Katt shut up. But she didn't. Katt, instead, screamed even louder, mewing like a lynx in heat. Which she almost was. But her words became 'YES!' instead of 'Harder!'.


With Katt scratching his back and licking him wetly every now and then, Wolf started to get that sensation from his scrotum. He cried out as he shot his semen deep into Katt. She cried out a lot louder as she orgasmed, her water flowing over Wolf's phallus and splattering over his stomach. Wolf collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. Katt smiled sweetly at him, giving him a gentle lick on the muzzle with her rough tongue as she fell asleep with him.


Wolf woke up the next day with the sun over his body realizing that he didn't have nightmares that night. But it took him a while to recollect the memories of Katt and him together. He only remembered when he found out that the furry arm over his chest wasn't his.


"Katt?" He whispered, rubbing her shoulders gently to rouse her. Katt was lying on her stomach, her legs open.


"Hmm, don't say a thing, hon. I've got a massive hangover," she kissed him on the cheek without opening her eyes. Wolf sighed and ran his hand over her body, stopping at her buttocks. She murmured her approval at his movements, but didn't move herself. Wolf ran a finger over her slit, inserting it at the right area, feeling that she was still wet and sticky from her own orgasmic juices, and his. Wolf smirked devilishly and rolled over on top of her, propping himself up by his knees and elbows, careful not to disturb her. He then positioned his thick member near her, and thrust hard. She squealed in delight. Wolf moved in and out very quickly, making her moan and grunt just like the other night. He moved her head and kissed her forcefully, making a little wrestling match with her tongue. He won. Wolf snaked his hands over her and grabbed her breasts, feeling them as he continued to make love to her from behind. Katt nuzzled him softly, making him slow down a bit. She whispered, "Don't go too fast, hon. You'll make my headache worse." Wolf nibbled gently on her ear in response. 'Whatever you say'.


Katt came first that time, her nectar spilling out on Wolf again. He thrust into her harder, but not as fast. Her vaginal corridor was very slick, and it made Wolf very pleased. He shot into her four times, and went into a morning nap in top of her, his penis still inside. Katt didn't seem to mind. She was nearly asleep, too.


"I love you, too, Wolf," she sighed lovingly as she dozed off.


Neither of them realized that their shoes were still on, and Katt didn't notice that Wolf's eye patch was tickling her neck. It didn't matter much. They were too happy.



(A/N: I feel dirty.)