Midnight Visits
Whump!
One eye cracking open, Jim glared at the furry offender that had disturbed his restful – and extremely comfortable now that he had his sexy bundle of bedtoy, otherwise known as Blair Jacob Sandburg, with him – sleep.
"Felicity, you are really not living up to your name right now," Jim groused, softly so as not to wake his lover.
Her only response? A rumbling purr.
Jim sighed.
Carefully reaching out with one hand, he pushed the cat off the edge of the bed and waited. Whenever this happened – her invading his and Blair's bed at o'shit-thirty in the morning – she'd jump right back up on the bed several times before finally going away.
And when she didn't go away…
Sure enough, not ten seconds after Jim had pushed her off the bed, she was back on the mattress, nose to nose with him, her whiskers twitching.
"I'm getting too old for this," Jim grumbled. "Either that, or it's too late." Grabbing Felicity one-handed, he stretched and set her down on the floor. He shooed her away, only to have her climb up the blanket that had moved with his shifting body to drape down to the floor.
Heaving a sigh, Jim once more shoved her to the floor, this time accompanying his actions with a, "Scat, cat!" and a sound thump to her rear end.
Giving him an offended scowl, she hissed and clawed her way back onto the bed.
Jim groaned and scrubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Fine, Felicity," he mumbled. "You can stay."
She purred in satisfaction, giving him a gentle head butt before she climbed over Jim's body to settled between him and Blair in the warm hollow of cotton blankets.
Smiling semi-tolerantly at the pleased cat, Jim settled back in to sleep.
Once Jim's breathing evened out, Blair opened his eyes. He snickered quietly to himself as he eyed the dozing cat curled up against his chest. "You are so weak, Ellison. And so whipped. Don't even try and tell me you only put up with her for me."