Cats and Dogs – It Takes Two
Kat and Cruger are both sitting in his office, working in each other's company. At least, they should be, if only they could focus. Kat is massaging her temples in frustration while Cruger tenses tighter and tighter. Their ears are twitching furiously. Kat sighs, "That's it, I'm ending this—it's ridiculous."
Kat pulls up the morphers' communication window and beeps Z. When the brunette's face appears Kat is stern but not unfriendly. "Z, you need to turn down that infernal music."
"Come on, Kat, there's no way you can hear this," Z somewhat gestures to the stereo behind her, in her room.
"There is, Elizabeth, and I want you to stop it. You can put your headphones in by all means but it's distracting to the Commander and I," Kat's finely shaped brows arch enough to show her displeasure.
"Will do, sorry, guys," Z shrugs and signs off.
Kat slouches back into her chair and runs a hand through her curls. "That's a relief."
"What was that racket, anyway?" Cruger frowns deeply.
"Some pop song, why?" Kat looks at him oddly.
"Why in the world was it all...synthesized? I remember the days when music had a melody to it," Cruger mutters to himself, betraying his age. "I'm not asking for the days of the waltz, but something less...aggravating, would be a nice improvement."
"I know what you mean," Kat shakes her head. She's not exactly up–to–date on the music of the day either, but she's further into their era than he is. "Have you found any music from the last few decades you like?"
"It's not exactly a priority of mine, Kat," Cruger says dryly as he raises an eyebrow ridge.
"Hey, I know you used to play the Sirian flute," Kat smiles slyly as Cruger looks like he's been caught in headlights. A Sirian flute is pretty weird, though, like a cross between a flute and a guitar, if you can imagine that...no?...me neither.
"And you, Miss Manx, played piano," Cruger turns to face her fully.
"Yeah, I kinda miss it sometimes," Kat notes offhand.
"Why don't you start playing again?" he asks.
"I never found the time to get a piano to base. I still listen to some music, though. I do miss playing," she smiles at the thought. Something about the rhythm makes her feel vibrant. She used to learn the most elaborate pieces her nimble fingers could handle just for the thrill of it. It was good for her brain—both sides.
"Do you still love tango pieces?"
Kat looks at him and he's on his paws. He presses a button and a lively samba comes from the console. She smiles at him slyly and fits herself to him like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle. They begin in rhythm, moving together so easily it was like they were born for it—for each other. Kat feels her heart accelerate as fire lights under her skin where he touches her. The breath out of his muzzle is hot and wet, but comforting. She breathes in his scent and continues their movements naturally. "How long has it been since we've done this?"
"At least as long as B–Squad got rooms on our floor," Cruger grumbles.
Kat laughs a little, "then it has been too long."
Back in her room, Z looks confused as a Latin sounding song comes to her ears. She rolls her eyes and sighs, "and they told me to turn my music down...hypocrites."