She likes slinking in the shadows, padding on quiet little cat feet. She likes anticipating what lies in the sunshine beyond the shade; likes knowing what she will find, knowing that her quarry is there (as she always is, everyday, at this time in the morning).
She never tires of discovering the sunlit figure, gazes at it with gleaming little cat eyes. She sits quietly, eyes closed, palms open, hair fluttering gently in the morning breeze. The cat sits and waits; waits by studying the delicate features, the ivory skin, the quietly fluttering ebony hair. She has kissed those features, ravished that skin, run her fingers (not as a cat, but cat-like still) through that gently waving hair. During those times, she doesn't sit quietly, though her eyes remain closed, and her palms remain open (straining against supple, caramel skin), while her hair fans around her, curling in damp, delicious tendrils.
The cat thinks of these things while waiting, and by thinking grows impatient, gleaming little cat eyes lit by smoldering human desire.
Until finally, she opens her eyes, and curves her reserved lips into an affectionate, welcoming smile. The cat purrs and jumps into her arms, starts licking the delicate ivory neck, until the lotus-seated figure chuckles and fondly strokes the ebony fur. The cat stretches - then catches a slender finger and bites. It's not a nap she wants, and she tells the seated figure by licking her bleeding hand.
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She emerges from the shadows, stalking quietly on shapely human legs. Her quarry sits on the bed, a harmonica on her lips, until she sees the naked figure and other harmonies begin to play. They stare at each other in the silence, in the calm before the storm, until she feels the tingle in her recently bloodied hand.
The goddess moves first (the goddess moves faster) and a throaty chuckle (or is it a throaty purr?) escapes her sensuous lips. A smile forms on her quarry's ivory features; she is trapped but will not stay trapped for long. She raises herself from between her goddess's legs - lets her goddess-pinned arms remain restrained - and fastens her mouth on a caramel nipple. The goddess gasps; her hands abandon the ivory arms and wrap themselves in the ebony hair. Somewhere close to her feline heart, a delicate tongue begins to lick. And somewhere between her shapely legs, an ivory hand begins to play.
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Hours later, as the harmonies wind down, as lazy ivory hands stroke the sated caramel skin, delicate lips graze the goddess's neck, and pleasure and pain combine at a single point. And just what did you do, my little bee? Mischievous blue eyes look up at amused golden ones. What little bees do to biting cats - leave tiny little bee stings where they can be seen. Golden eyes flash, and all around them, the harmonies begin to play again.