Disclaimer: The SWAT Kats are owed by Hanna Barbera and the Tremblay Brothers. I own the OCs.
Jasmine's parents are still deeply in love, this chapter shows it perfectly.
This one is short, but sweet, and focusses on the happy couple. Plus, we get to see Gregg's character develop a little more.
For those who read A SWAT Halloween, I'm trying to figure out what ot do with Abigale's mother. Any ideas?
Mark and Gregg met up with Tina, Katerina, Marissa, and Jasmine over by the coffee stand, ran by Charlene. They both got out of their Patrol Car and made their way over to the four she-cats.
Marissa was the first to notice Mark, and his new partner. She gave Gregg a Hot Look over, then poked Jasmine with her right elbow.
Jasmine unfortunately had a mouthful of coffee in her mouth, when Marissa elbowed her in the side, causing her to almost expel her drink. She managed to swallow what she had in her mouth, then turned her head to the left, to face Marissa, and said, "You had better have a very good reason for poking me, Marissa."
"I do. Take a look at the Cool Drink, walking next to Mark," Marissa said, and licked her lips.
Jasmine looked in the direction, Marissa was looking at. She not only saw, Mark looking exceptionally hot. But after staring at Mark for a few seconds, her gaze shifted to the right to the second tom, coming towards her. His build wasn't as pronounced as Mark's. But he still filled out his uniform quite well. His light fur made him seem almost there was his brown hair with the contrasting orange stripe. It gave him the look of a rebel or someone who didn't belong in the Enforcers, but someone who belonged in the Street Crimes unit. "Dang! He looks good! You think he would be willing to take care of both of us, if you know what I'm saying?"
Tina turned to see what Jasmine and Marissa were talking about. She saw the exact same thing, Jasmine had with one very minor difference. In the Tom's upper right ear, was a very small stud. She smiled then said, "He's not going to be interested in taking care of either of you."
Jasmine's head shot around to face Tina, then asked, "What tom would give up the chance to sleep with two hot she-cats?"
"He would, Jasmine. Unless he is confused as to which ear, an ear ring goes on a tom, or he's gay," Tina answered.
"What?!" Jasmine and Marissa exclaimed. Followed by Marissa stating, "There is no way, a tom like him is gay!"
While Jasmine and Marissa were debating with Tina, Gregg fell back a few steps behind Mark and his eyes lowered to watch Mark's tail section in his uniform pants.
"If he's not gay, then why is he staring at Mark's ass?" Tina asked.
Both Jasmine and Marissa turned their heads towards the two toms. And sure enough, Gregg's eyes were laser focused on Mark's backside.
"I really can't blame him. Mark does have one of the best butts, I've ever seen on a tom," Katerina stated.
The two toms approached the bench the she-cats were sitting at. And Mark said, "Hey, meet my new partner, Gregg. He and I went to the academy together. He was assigned to another city, due to their staffing shortages." He turned to Gregg, and said, "Gregg, These are four are some of my best friends. The dark blonde with the lighter forelocks is Katerina and next to her is her Ocelot/Lynx fiancée Tina."
"Hi. I think I've seen you two, on the news, right after that jerk set off the bomb at the Pride Parade?"
"Da, you probably did. However, we just brought the perp into custody. The two who brought him down are two friends of ours. You'll meet them, eventually, if you continue hanging around Mark. And welcome to Mega Kat," Katerina stated. She rose from her seat and walked over to Gregg, then shook his paw.
Gregg took her paw in his, then said, "Nice to meet both of you." And let go.
She went back to her seat and gave Tina a kiss, which she promptly returned.
"Gregg, the brunette is Marissa and the dark blonde is Jasmine," Mark said.
Greg noticed the way their fingers, gently caressed the others, while their paws were help tightly to the other. He asked, "Are you two dating as well?"
"We are, and living together," Jasmine answered. "But un-like Tina, we both are bi. She's the only one 100% into she-cats."
"Doesn't your sexual preference cause, duress among your fellow Enforcers?" Gregg asked.
"Not anymore," Tina answered. "True, we had to work harder to prove ourselves to our fellow Enforcers, but once Katerina had outflown all but one of the pilots, I outshot everyone on the long range, Marissa rode circles around any one who challenged her, and Jasmine put us all to shame with her Acrobatics, the ones who had issues with us, semi-quickly changed their tune."
"Who's the one pilot you couldn't outfly, Katerina?" Gregg asked.
"That would be, Future Commander Clawson, Gregg," she answered.
"I don't know that name," Gregg said.
"She prefers to use her Married name, but her full Maiden name, was Felina Feral," Marissa said.
Gregg's eyes went wide for a second, then said, "Felina is going to take over for her uncle!? The cats on my city's force, swore he was going to be buried at his desk, then run the Enforcers from the grave. What made him decide to retire?"
"He married another of our friends, Gregg," Mark answered. "Enough chitchat, we have a city to patrol."
A few hours later, and after pulling over a several drivers for Moving Violations, their shift was coming to a close.
Mark pulled their Patrol car into the lot behind Headquarters and shut off the engine. He opened the driver's door and got out as he asked, "How did you like your first patrol in MegaKat?"
Gregg was already out of the car, watching Mark as he exited from over the roof. He replied, "Was hoping for a little more action, but it was ok."
Mark close the door to the car and said, "Don't worry. Tomorrow's shift will make up for today's semi-boring one. If you got nothing else to do, want to have dinner with me? Lisa would love to see you again, and you will get to meet my kids."
"Not tonight," Gregg said. "I have a date with some Moving Boxes, then coming back here to hit the gym. Guess I'll see you tomorrow morning for Roll Call. Night."
"Is it a good idea to leave Lisa alone with the two kids, Mark?" Tina asked, as she secured her boots to her legs.
Havoc, Sniper, Sure-Shot, and Acrobat already had most of their uniforms on their bodies, with the exception of their masks and boots. While Adonis waited outside of the Locker rooms, fueling up the three Cyclotrons.
"Katherine and Raphael are very good kittens, Tina," Adonis replied. "Also, Lisa's mother is with her. Between the two of them, they shouldn't have any issues, taking care of two infants, and who is watching, Gwendlyn while you two are out on patrol?"
"Our parents are having a Sleepover with her, Sarah, and Evelyn. Gary or Meridyth would let us know, if anything went wrong," Katerina answered, fixing her mask over the upper half of her face.
"Your parents are watching Evelyn and Sarah?" Marissa asked. "What about their, companions?"
Adonis finished filling the fuel tank on the last Cyclotron. He was placing the nozzle back on the pump, and answered, "They are completely fine with Inferno, Spencer, Tara, and the cubs being around. You should see Meridyth with Blake and Gale. Its like she has two more grand-kittens, and they love her in return."
"Those two cubs are so adorable!" Acrobat stated. "I wouldn't mind watching them for a few days."
"Good luck getting them away from Tara and Spencer. Those two fit the name, "Overprotective Parents" to a T," Adonis said. "Come on, the evening won't wait for us."
Howard and Phyllis were in one of their dark mini-vans, both were dressed in black jump suits, ready for work.
"Phyllis, my dear. The sooner we get in there, and set off the alarms, we can go back home, and your, ever loving husband can take his beautiful wife out on the town," Howard said, then kissed her right paw.
"We are going to have to move, a little slower tonight. You were a bit, too aggressive this afternoon. I'm a bit sore," she said.
Howard was instantly concerned for his wife's health. He grasped both of her paws in his, and asked, "Why didn't you say anything?"
She brought his paws up to her mouth and kissed them, before she said, "We both were quite, into each other, Howard. We haven't made love like that, since Jasmine left for college. I enjoyed, seeing you let go. I felt as if we were newlyweds again, instead of two cats, pushing fifty."
"Age is only a number, Phyllis. If my wife wants to feel young again, then her adoring husband," Howard started, then kissed her, "will take," he kissed her again, "care" and again, "of every," and again, "want and desire she has." He sealed his mouth to hers, and kissed her deeply.
Phylis returned his kiss, with equal vigor. After slipping her tongue in her husband's mouth and grabbing his tail, she said, "I'd like that, very much, my loving and attentive husband. However, my lower half will not be participating in any, after work activities tonight."
He kissed her, one last time, then said, "It doesn't have to be left out. Let's get this over with, and I will show you what I mean, when we get home."
The two left the minivan, with Howard carrying a black duffel bag over his right shoulder, heading into an alley separating the museum, from a warehouse. About halfway down the alley. They stopped below a line of small windows, which were about two stories above the ground. They looked up at the windows, and Phylis asked, "How are we planning on getting up there?"
Howard had already taken the bag off of his shoulder and was down on his left knee in front of the bag. He unzipped it with his right paw, and reached inside. He pulled out a grappling gun and a length of blue nylon rope. "This little thing, courtesy of Claw-Tek, will get us up there." He secured the rope to the grappler, loaded it into the actuator, then fired it. The grappler left the barrel of the actuator, dragging the rope with it. Eventually, the grappler lost momentum, falling towards the museum's roof, and landing with a dull thud.
Howard placed the actuator back in the bag, then gave the end of the rope a firm pull. The grappler opened its tines as it skirted across the roof top, until it secured itself against the parapet wall. Howard gave the rope a firm test pull, to make sure the grappler was secured. Then he turned to his wife, bowed to her, and said, "After you, my queen."
Phyllis smiled at her husband, and said as she took the rope from him, "You haven't called me that, in years, Howard." She lifted his upper body with her right paw, kissed him, and said, "But I like it. When we get back home, your queen will take care of her squire, quite well." She lifted her right leg, planting her foot against the museum wall, and started pulling herself up to the window.
Howard moved himself below her, so he could catch her, if she slipped and fell.
Phyllis knew Howard would have positioned himself, directly under her, and she also knew, he was easily distracted, when it came to watching her tail. As she climbed, she made sure her tail wagged in time with her hip movements, showing off her still very curvy bottom, incased in the semi-tight jumpsuit.
Howard had thought he heard something at the head of the alley, so he had his head turned in that direction, making sure they were not spotted. But, after seeing it was simply a rat, he returned his gaze to his wife. As his eyes fell on Phyllis's lower half, he thought, 'After all these years, she is still the only she-cat, I want to sleep with.'
Phylis felt her husband's eyes, burning a hole in her clothes. She stopped for a brief second and blew him a kiss, then said, "Concentrate on what we have to do, and later, you can place your paws, wherever you want," and continued climbing.
Howard smirked, then quietly said, "Oh, my lovely wife. I plan on it."
She made it up to the bank of windows and planted her feet against the wall, while she secured herself to the rope with a locking carabiniere, which was attached to her belt. She then let go of the rope entirely, opening a small bag on her waist, and reaching in for a glass cutter. After removing the cutter with her right paw, she placed the cutter against the glass, applied just enough pressure to the tool, and proceeded to score the glass, using the frame as a guide. Once she completed her task, she put the cutter back in her bag and pulled out what appeared to be a pair of suction cups, with a handle joining the two cups in the center. She placed the device on the center of the scored glass, pushed two small levers, one for each cup, vacuum sealing the cups to the glass, and finally, bringing the free end of the rope back up to her, and tying it to the device. She tapped the scored edges with her left index claw a few times, completing the cut, then removed the pane in a single piece, and lowering it to her husband.
Howard reached up with both of his paws, taking ahold of the glass as Phyllis lowered it on the rope. He untied the rope from the device, throwing the rope aside, then brought the pane of glass over to the wall, leaning it against the concrete, and removing the device from the glass.
While he did that, Phyllis shimmied up the rope the last few inches and bent forward, grabbing the empty widow frame, and entering the museum. As she flipped herself onto her feet, she disconnected the rope from her waist. She then returned to the window, leaning her upper body outside, looking down at her husband, and teased, "Come on, Howard. I'm waiting."
Howard was already gripping the rope with both of his paws, when Phyllis taunted him. He looked up at her, smiled, then started ascending the wall. He didn't bother securing the rope to his waist as his wife had done. He knew he was a better climber that his wife was. Spending months, ascending various mountains, when he was younger had taught him well. Although, he loved watching Phyllis, pushing herself off of the mountain, tucking and rolling in the air, only to unfold herself at the last minute, landing perfectly in a crouch. He pulled himself up the last few feet, and launched himself at his wife, bringing them both to the floor, with him, pinning her beneath him. "You were waiting for me, my dear?" He asked, running his fingers through her hair, just the way she liked.
She locked her arms legs around him, pulling him to her, then kissed him.
He was powerless to do anything but kiss her back, which he did, with equal vigor.
She starting to slip her paws down past his waistband, to his firm backside, when she heard a faint beep, from the far side of the room. She pulled out of their kiss, turning her head in the direction of the beep, seeing a small ankle level motion sensor, which during their very brief make-out session, they activated. "I do believe, we have fulfilled our obligations, my dear."
"Too bad, for me. I like the position we are in now," Howard said, as he rubbed his hardened tomhood against her.
Phyllis patted Howard's right cheek, as she stated, "I like the position we are in, as well. However, if we don't leave, very soon, we will need to dip into out retirement account again to acquire one of our lawyers, to get us out of jail."
He quickly kissed her again, silently making a promise to cherish her, the way he did, when they first married. He then said, "That is something, I do not want." He rose to his feet, extending his left paw to her, which she took, and assisted with her rising to her feet.
The two of them embraced, then darted towards the window, and jumping out, grabbing the dangling rope for a quick descent to the ground, and even a quicker getaway.
Phyllis slipped behind the wheel, with Howard throwing their bags into the back of the min-van, and sliding into the passenger seat, as she put the van in gear, leaving the alley.
End of Chapter