Cat and mouse

[Lovely]

frostine notices a rather large dark arch in the wall near the corner, too small for a door, too big for a knot in the wood. through it an arm... a long, pale fur covered arm with claws pats through, trying to slap something

*meow*

i'm sure she'd like to have a bit of milk from this handsome boy

*purrrrrrrrrrrr*

*tackle*

*sniff.. sniff. lick*

he's hoping she won't eat him

what about a little nibble?

*opens an eye and smiles... if i get to nibble on you first?*

*ponders, smiles.. alright..*

*moves out from under her paw and shows the real him*
"Better?" The creature was one to delight her senses in full, not just a tender morsel, but one of beauty and kindness as well. The tawny brown fur curled into tousseled locks that hung carelessly around bright eyes and a clever smile of a hardly-timid and hardly little creature.

She sat back on her haunches, regarding him and giving him a completely feline smile. Her head tipped to the side as she watched him for a long moment. A shake of her head and she shifted, her tawny fur disappearing to smooth silken skin and golden locks that cascaded over her slender but strong shoulders. "Mmmm I like it.. and you?"

"Minus the punctures," he commented, taking an inventory of the marks she'd given him before looking up to understand her question more. It took his breath away more than the swat of her paw had. "You... ?" He pointed over her form, astounded that she was like he was, though... well, cattier. He nodded slowly, indeed he did like it. "Yes... much better."

"Aww poor thing, did kitty get you." She pouted and crawled over, leaning up as if she was still in cat form with her hands on his waist and her knees to the floor. She lapped gently over the tiny marks in his side from her claws when she'd pounced and tumbled him.

He chuckled and grimaced at the pleasurable tickle, but the fact was it was like she was tasting him first. "It's... it's alright. Please. I'll be... f-fine," he said, almost wanting to snake free. "Kitty has gotten plenty, thank you," he added, nearly in a whimper.

[Lovely]

She pouted more and sat back, looking him over again with her pretty green eyes, it wasn't like she'd been biting him. Why had he asked her to stop? She was only being friendly. "You don't like me because I'm a cat." She concluded with a slight hmph.

"I didn't say I didn't like you. But.. you are a cat," he reminded her, in case she'd forgotten that in the last two seconds. "I do... like... well, what's not to like. You're beautiful and I had no idea that... i could ramble like an idiot when in the presence of a lady."

Her eyebrow arched and she looked up at him from where she knelt. "I like it, it's very cute.. the rambling." She smiled at him, looking like she truly meant what she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. ".. but what do I know.. I'm just a girl.. well and a cat."

He nodded and pulled himself up from the floor. The fact was that he left her very little to the imagination about how much he liked her present appearance and how much his heart had been racing before and now it was worse. "You are far from 'just' an anything. And I'm far from anything cute. I can thank you though for not squealing and jumping up on a chair."

"You're very cute.. adorable really.. quite handsome like this." Her eyes followed his movements and her smile curved up a bit more. "I'm sure you could make me squeal if you really wanted to." She licked her lips and gracefully rose to her feet, revealing that she was a lithe and slender girl, gently but beautifully curved.

"I could make you sq-... hah... well.. um," he was sure that was meant as a compliment, but the way she moved so ... sooooo... and was sooo on top of that as she rose up in front of him. He squeaked as the wall met his bare back and he realized his hole to hide safely away within was on the far side from her. He gave her a smile and couldn't help but get a better look now that he could see nearly all of her.

Her face scrounched up in a cute way and she sighed loudly, her expression relaxing and her head tipping to the side. "Are you still afraid of me? I'm not going to eat you.. I didn't know you weren't just a mouse before.." She tried to explain herself and understand why he shied away from her so much. "Do you have a name?"

"Dom... Dominick," he nodded a bit and hoped she truly meant as she'd said. If he'd kept playing dead, he might actually have stayed that way permanently? His face flushed with fright of that thought and his head shook 'no'. "I'm not still.. not of you, no. Just of what occurred to me might have happened. I'm fine, really. It's Dom. Dormy... like a dormouse."

"Ohhh.." She nodded and chewed at her lip a bit. "I would have felt just terrible if I had eaten you and then found out.. I suppose we should just be thankful that we learned what the other was before that happened." She appeared quite distressed now as if truly upset at the thought that she'd almost eaten him. She smiled a little though, looking at him almost shyly. "I like your name.."