Why? Just because.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

A slight trail of heat. A brush of silk against his shoulder. A low, deep purr beside his ear.

A pleasant, physical reality began to intrude onto his dreams. Dreams of a long, lean body moulded to his, fingers tracing a molten river of fire down his back.

As consciousness became reality, he firmly buried his dreams. That's all they were, he reminded himself. Dreams.

Then he felt a tongue, licking at his jaw. A rather rough tongue. Tongue? His eyes opened.

"Spooky!"

Yellow eyes stared at him. Two pointy ears turned towards him. And a silky black paw reached for his face.

--finis--


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