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Kitten Cuddles

"But really Helena," Myka says with a deceptively calm voice (because she is not going to yell at Helena, not when she's back), "you need to teach your cat that naked time is not cuddle time."

"Obviously darling," H.G. drawls back with a smirk from where she is snuggled in Myka's arms, "you have never tried to teach a cat anything."

Myka huffs and nudges the fur purring against her naked thigh.  A rough tongue licks at her sweaty skin in retaliation.  "Helena," the american agent whines, "he's licking me again."

Helena chuckles and picks Dickens up.  "No dear," she coos to him, "that's my job."

Myka's cheeks blush red.  "Helena!"

"Myka!" H.G. returns, a grin on her face.  The british agent gets up, cat still cradled in her arms, and walks naked to the door.

"Why couldn't you have a normal cat?"  Myka asks her lover semi-retorically.

H.G. tisks.  "Why would I want a normal cat?"  Pulling out a bag of cat treats for it's spot in the safe the inventor shakes it enticingly.  Dickens perks his ears in interest and watches intently as H.G. takes out a treat and throws it out the half open window.

"You're right."  Myka sighs, ignoring H.G.'s triumphant smirk.  "You and normal don't get along so well."

H.G. flashs a brillant smile at her lover, letting her cat slip out of her grasp and onto the floor.  "I truly don't.  Normal's for other people.  Me, I get endless wonder."

Myka smiles back and beckons for her lover to return to her.  The cat treats trick won't by them forever.  H.G. returns to her Myka (as she always will, her heart says).  

Dickens, unwatched, stalks towards the wall the window sits in.  With a cautious glance back at his people he turns and jumps through the solid wood.