Her Toy
A.N.: Hey guys, sorry that I haven't updated in awhile, some shit came up and when I was originally typing this out, my computer died and I didn't save AT ALL, but I realized a few flaws in my original writing of this so it's kind of a win/lose situation. This part will probably piss a few people off but oh well -_\(v-v)_/- sue me. Anyways, I'll be uploading hopefully this addition and start two OTHER stories after this today, so please do favorite me, I'll take any suggestions for a fanfiction below. But enough pussy-footing around, let's get to the story you all desired to continue.
A few words to describe Blair... Childish, flirtatious, and most of all, demanding. I have pissed more time into the smallest of tasks than I have any fighting. Actually, we haven't done any fighting since I have became her familiar. Mostly, she'd be relaxing doing God knows what at her own place, while I clean, cook, and shop for more things to help me clean and cook. Not once have I been in a fight, a decent thing to ease my boredom on. Blair has me on my feet doing the most troublesome of things 24/7. But there are times when the chores she gives me are fairly entertaining. I remember it right now, she was sitting on her couch playing with a ball of yarn. Meanwhile, I was in the kitchen cooking up some form of fish or chicken or the sort like I did everyday... EVERY day... Anyways, I'm putting her food on a platter for her and I hear a slight giggle, turned around and she called as loud as she could.
"Um... Harvey?" she said loudly from the living room, "I need you to come here a second please." I knew beforehand that when she was talking to me, please meant NOW. I sighed and set her platter down and walked into the living room. Now, I know cats are weird, and they do nearly impossible shit. But what I saw was so awkward, so ungraceful, so hilarious, would have made me drop that platter if I carried it with me. Her yarn was strewn everywhere like a really bad spider web. Around the chairs, under the coffee table, behind the couch, inside the bookcase, through the window, I mean everywhere. But what really caught my attention was Blair hanging upside down by her waist, spinning around and around, on the ceiling fan. As soon as I saw it, I doubled over, laughing so hard that it hurt, I lost all ability to breathe and my eyes were tearing up. Blair was a pain in my ass, I deserved this laugh and she knew it. I stood up straight again, and she's pouting and glaring at me all pissed off and blushing. It was actually kind of cute now that I think about it.
"Hah, hah," she said annoyed, "very funny, isn't it? You've had your laugh, now cut me down from here... Please." I wasted no time, I transformed one of my hands into a machete and started hacking away. A few short moments later, she was down on her feet still looking a bit annoyed.
"I deserved that laugh you know." I said to her, "We both knew that was coming for a little bit so you can't be too mad at me for laughing." She started walking towards me, meanwhile I'm getting ready for a slap or something and she just looks up at me.
"It's not that, Harvey." she said calmly, "I'm a bit ticked off now because I have no yarn, nothing long enough to play with anyway..." She looked down and started walking off towards her bedroom. I felt bad for her in a way. I sighed.
"Blair, wait a second." I called to her causing her to turn around immediately. I beat myself up for doing this for a bit after making the decision.
"I'm not just limited to weapons, you know..." her ears perked up, "I can transform some of my body parts into small unnecessary gadgets, too. Like a laser or something for your entertainment." She squealed and ran down the stairs back into the living room. To most men reading this that sounds like a fun thing, right? A large-chested, surprisingly innocent and flirty cat woman ready to play with you. Trust me, it's not. She isn't exactly light or weak. When she plays, she plays at full force. She's running back and forth chasing this red dot that she knows she can't ever catch, thumping around with all 100-some pounds causing not only a huge racket but causing an even bigger mess that I'll have to clean up. But she's laughing her ass off and having a good time, on top of that I learned a lesson: always have backup yarn with me. After a few hours she finally gets tired and gives up. After she finishes her meal she turns to me.
"I'd like the ice cream now." it caught me off-guard that she said now instead of please. Either way, I wasn't going to chance dying. I got her the full tub of ice cream and a spoon. She took it and smiled at me walking back into her living room. I finished washing her dishes and started to dry them when she called for me again. I sighed and just set the dishes back down walking back to the living room. She's sitting with her legs held to her chest on her couch eating a spoonful of ice cream and then she turned to look at me.
"You've been working a bit and I've enjoyed that..." she told me smiling, "Come sit here," she pat the cushion next to her, "I think you deserve a break for the night." I couldn't turn that offer down, a night off was something that never happened usually. So I sat next to her taking up all the comfort I could. It was nice, listening to heavy metal on the radio, then watching a horror movie and eating popcorn. Blair was scared senseless of the movie. The final jumpscare sent her face hiding into my shoulder. After a few hours Blair yawned and got up. Before she started walking she looked at me.
"Hey, Harvey...?" she asked.
"Yeah Blair?" I said
"This might sound odd, but..." she looked away blushing a bit, "Could you spend the night with me?" As she was blushing brighter my eyes were growing wider. "It's just that the movie has me a little jumpy, and I think it'd be easier knowing that I went to sleep with a weapon..." she blushed a bit brighter. I was looking at her a bit more relieved that she said that. I mean, come on. It's bad enough that I'm her slave, I don't want to be her toy too. But I chuckled and followed her upstairs anyway. I wish that I knew she slept nude before I had crawled into bed with her. It was a bit embarassing having my naked boss wrap her arms around me and pressing against me and breathing on me. It was nice though, that was the first time in my life I had ever slept in an actual bed. I looked over at Blair and her eyes were open also. I froze.
"Go back to sleep Harvey." she whispered in my ear softly before closing her eyes. She didn't need to tell me twice, I closed my eyes and was asleep almost instantly.