Chapter 20

Pebbles

When you first saw Pebbles fur you would think of it as the color of burnt umber, but on closer inspection, if you were fortunate enough to get closer for an inspection, you would realize that it was more a combination of several indistinct reds and browns that spanned most of these color spectrums. Including a few of the metallic shades, copper and gold mostly. Mostly.

She was tall and slender, but not willowy. More muscular in a taunt military way, but by no means masculine. She was the youngest of Lord Slates three daughters, and by far the most impetuous.
Her green eyes were the first thing the Cat thought he noticed about her,
later he would find out that he had been mistaken. It was an understandable mistake, still it was the kind of mistake that might cost himself and all his crew mates their lives.

He had been awakened from a dream about himself and three girls in a tub of banana yogurt, by a slight but sudden pressure on his chest he could not account for. His eyes opened quickly, they darted right then left.
"Your a heavy sleeper aren't you?" She asked with a purr. Slowly he looked up towards the voice. The light in the room was dim, but the violet of her eyes almost hurt. They were large, deep eyes with a fire in them.
A smile neoned across the Cat's face. "Hi. I'm the Cat." He said. His
famous smile plastered on his face liked that of an idiot.

"I know," she said, resting some more weight on his chest.

"We've been waiting for you."

"You have?" he answered, eyes wide, still smiling.
She leaned over and put her face close to his and said; "We all have." So close that he could feel her hot breath before she finished

"For almost a thousand years."
The Cat couldn't stop grinning even if he had wanted to.

"I hate to be the one to say it, but I am well worth the wait."
Pebbles grabbed the back of the Cats neck, said "you'd better be,"
and kissed him hard on the mouth. She was the kind of kitten that kissed with her eyes closed.
The Cat wasn't.

Up until this point the Cat had assumed that he had fallen asleep again and all of it had been a dream, and that he was still asleep on Red Dwarf and he would eventually wake. Hopefully not to soon.
As the kiss went on it all started to seem more and more real. When it dawned on him he was actually in real life kissing a woman all he could think was; "When you're hot you're hot."
Then it was over. She opened her eyes, sat back up on The Cats chest
and looked at him questioningly.

"What's the matter baby? Why did you stop?" The Cat looked up nervously. Pebbles started to get up, "No don't bother to get up," the Cat said "I don't mind. Really." In a meek voice, "Please."
Before he finished talking Pebbles had leapt to the ground with a movement like water in motion.

Most of him was still horizontal when she leaned over his face and said, "Don't worry sugar, I'll be back." Licked him and headed towards the cell door.

"Don't bother tying to open that door miss," the cat said awkwardly getting up." It's locked from the outside, so I guess were stuck in here together. What say we make like a couple of spoons. I'll let you be on top. Maybe."

The feline beauty reached into her red shirt, her hand brushing past three of her nipples on its way and removed a small electronic devise which hung on a strap of leather around her waist. She pressed a small red button that had the words "Press" on it and the sound of the ancient lock turning filled the room. The door opened slowly, Pebbles started through it. Grabbing her arm the Cat stopped her before she was out the door. Stopping she looked down at her arm where the Cat's hand was holding onto her. Then looked back up at the Cat's face.

"Just who the hell are you, bitch. And where do you think your going?"
The Cat questioned.

"My name is Pebbles, I am the youngest daughter of Lord Slate, she said with an air of authority, "and therefore your betrothed bride."

"The Cat's face took on the look of a question mark, and his hand's grip loosened ever so slightly. "Huh?" Was the best he could come up with.
While still reeling with this tid bit of news, he found himself reeling from Pebbles claws which suddenly tore three crimson stripes across his left cheek. He staggered back, and tripped over something in the dimness.
Looking down at him she purred while licking her claws;

"And I go wherever I please. Remember that hubby." She turned and he watched her tail as she walked towards the door closing it behind her. In the darkness from the floor, he heard the door being locked from the outside.

Putting his hand up to his face he felt the scratches then looked at the traces of blood on his hand. Smelt it, and finally tasted it.
"If this is the courting," he said out loud to himself, "I can't wait for the honeymoon."