Yay, it's another interlude!
In later one-shots, I will mention Gunnar's cat, which is another au character I've come up with. So, this is the story of Stig, the Norwegian Forest Cat that Jacoba has to win over.
The legalities: I do not own any of the Expendables franchise (characters, places, and objects especially) and this is mostly au.Rated M just to be on the safe side.
Also, please don't be afraid to write reviews. I would love to hear from you all!
Hope you enjoy!
Jacoba took a deep breath and looked up at the house in front of her again. She couldn't quite bring herself to go up and knock on the door yet, but she knew that she had to. Rolling her eyes at herself, Jacoba started to actually walk away from her motorcycle and up to the door of Gunnar's house. She may not want to be in this particular situation, yet she was.
Truthfully, Jacoba wasn't quite sure what she was so afraid of. She was just here to meet Gunnar's cat. It was important to Gunnar that she met him, but he hadn't told her anything about the cat other than it was a boy. Taking another deep breath, she raised her hand to knock on the door, only for it to open before her fist could connect. Gunnar grabbed her wrist and pulled her in for a kiss. Which she happily returned. Once they had parted, he gently pulled her into the house before he closed and locked the door.
"You know, for a bit I didn't think that you were going to come in."
Jacoba sighed again, looking up at Gunnar. "Yeah, I was kinda psyching myself out for really no reason. I mean, what's-his-name is your cat, so he should like me. I hope."
Gunnar rolled his eyes before a thoughtful look crossed his face. "I didn't even tell you his name, did I?" When Jacoba shook her head, he got a sheepish look on his face. "Sorry, his name is Stig and, damn here he comes."
Jacoba turned to see a good size cat almost stalking towards them, tail lifted in the air. He looked to be a Norwegian Forest Cat who had black smoke coloring (at least, that's what she thought she remembered that coloring was called). Stig wandered right up to her, which she thought may be a sight; a no more than twelve-inch-tall, maybe fourteen-pound cat standing next to a six-foot four woman. He didn't seem to care about any of it, actually putting his front paws on her leg. Smiling, she bent down and picked him up, causing him to purr.
"Congrats, doll." She looked at Gunnar, who looked a bit baffled. "You have officially been inducted into the select group that can hold or touch the twelve-year-old wanderer. Though, it took you less time to win him over than it did me."
Jacoba smirked as she continued to pet Stig. "Just means he's a good judge of character, my darling. Besides, he can probably feel how much we lover each other, so he's playing off of that. Now, how about you give me the grand tour?"
Gunnar smiled as he put his arm around her waist and began to guide her around his house. He just knew that she'd spend a lot of time with him here. And he was okay with that.
