Yup, that's right, both me and my insanity are back from holiday. I'd suggest running now...
Disclaimer - Do I look Andrew Lloyd Webber or T S Elliot?
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Victoria sighed, irritably – why would things never go right for her? Sure, she seemed perfect, but really…
"Hey, Victoria," a soft voice said; Mistoffelees. "Is anything wrong?"
The white queen gestured to the source of her distress, and the tuxedo tom nodded in understanding. She was surprised when he crossed the short distance between them and gave her shoulder a few short, but gentle, licks.
"Better?" he asked.
She smiled shyly at him in response, and he grinned before continuing. His hot, rough tongue worked its way slowly down her back, causing a purr to rise unbidden in her throat. He got to halfway down her back before pulling away to look at her questioningly. She gave him an affectionate nuzzle before speaking.
"Thanks, Misto; I never can groom that part properly."
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You must have such dirty minds if you thought a completely innocent grooming was something naughty...