flying through
the air towards her. He’d been nowhere near landing on her. She was
never in danger.
“Can you come closer, so I can pet you?”
He rolled over and touched her foot with his
paw, and she leaned forward to pet him.
Bethany truly felt no fear as this huge leopard
wallowed on her bed, in heaven as she rubbed his head and scratched
behind his ears. He caught her off guard when he started purring,
as at first it sounded more like the growl of a German Shepherd
than a purr, but she soon realized what it was, and laughed with
joy as she kissed him on top of the head.
“Can I rub your chest?”
He rolled to his back and rubbed the top of his
head on the bed as she stroked and rubbed his huge chest, burrowing
her fingers in his fur. He rolled to his side and she rubbed the
outside of his leg, then up to his shoulder, up his neck and back
to his head.
“How about your tail?”
He swished it in a figure eight, whipping the
bed with it hard enough to make her jump a little, and she asked,
“No? Really? Just a touch?”
His beautiful golden eyes let her know he most
certainly didn’t want her touching his tail, and she decided she
could wait to talk him into it another day. “Okay, I get it. Leave
your tail the fuck alone.”
He nudged her hand as if to say, “ Yeah, but
you can pet my head some more, ” and she laughed as she pet
him.
“You’re beyond beautiful, both as a human and a
leopard,” she told him.
He touched her arm with his paw, squeezing it
between the pads while keeping his nails sheathed, and she turned
the light out and stretched out in the bed, her arm over his
shoulder, her fingers buried in his fur as she absently stroked him
until she fell asleep.
* * * *
Jonathan awoke the next morning, still in his
leopard form, snuggled against Bethany. He smelled Snowy and turned
his head to see the white housecat sitting on the dresser,
glaring.
The fact he’d come into the room meant it might
be easier to befriend him in cat form than in his human skin, so
Jonathan rolled to his back and playfully batted his paws as he
looked at Snowy upside down.
Snowy looked away, more pissed than scared, and
Jonathan knew he’d won the white bundle of attitude over — he’d
been frightened before, but now he was jealous of Jonathan sleeping
in the bed, and no longer terrified.
The leopard wriggled and twisted, offering to
play until the white cat looked back to him, but no way was he
going to jump on the bed and play right now. Still, it was a good
start.
Bethany giggled, and Jonathan rolled to look at
her, gently touching her leg over the cover as a way of saying good morning .
“Hello to you, too. Are you trying to get Snowy
to play? I have some catnip around here, will you get goofy if I
give you some?”
He gave her a level stare to let her know he
wasn’t amused, and then took a breath and focused on what his human
body felt like. The cat no longer held on when he wanted to change back, and seconds later Jonathan was in his human
skin once again.
He stalked up the bed towards her, still on all
fours, telling her, “If you weren’t so sore I’d show you just how
serious I can be, but I’m guessing you’re in no shape for it right
now.”
Her arms went around his neck as he bent to kiss
her, and he buried his neck in her throat and smelled the feminine,
musky scent of a happy, relaxed, healthy woman. The cat reminded
her she was his woman, and Jonathan didn’t argue. Bethany
wasn’t at all freaked out about sleeping with a leopard, or
watching him change , and his heart melted a little more for
this strong, brave, sensual, beautiful woman, and he let her feel
it in the kiss. He knew she was skittish and they needed to go slow
with her where feelings and emotions were concerned, but she’d
grown important to both the man and the cat in a few short days,
and it was hard to not show how he felt.
When he finally backed away from the kiss, she
glanced at the clock as she
the air towards her. He’d been nowhere near landing on her. She was
never in danger.
“Can you come closer, so I can pet you?”
He rolled over and touched her foot with his
paw, and she leaned forward to pet him.
Bethany truly felt no fear as this huge leopard
wallowed on her bed, in heaven as she rubbed his head and scratched
behind his ears. He caught her off guard when he started purring,
as at first it sounded more like the growl of a German Shepherd
than a purr, but she soon realized what it was, and laughed with
joy as she kissed him on top of the head.
“Can I rub your chest?”
He rolled to his back and rubbed the top of his
head on the bed as she stroked and rubbed his huge chest, burrowing
her fingers in his fur. He rolled to his side and she rubbed the
outside of his leg, then up to his shoulder, up his neck and back
to his head.
“How about your tail?”
He swished it in a figure eight, whipping the
bed with it hard enough to make her jump a little, and she asked,
“No? Really? Just a touch?”
His beautiful golden eyes let her know he most
certainly didn’t want her touching his tail, and she decided she
could wait to talk him into it another day. “Okay, I get it. Leave
your tail the fuck alone.”
He nudged her hand as if to say, “ Yeah, but
you can pet my head some more, ” and she laughed as she pet
him.
“You’re beyond beautiful, both as a human and a
leopard,” she told him.
He touched her arm with his paw, squeezing it
between the pads while keeping his nails sheathed, and she turned
the light out and stretched out in the bed, her arm over his
shoulder, her fingers buried in his fur as she absently stroked him
until she fell asleep.
* * * *
Jonathan awoke the next morning, still in his
leopard form, snuggled against Bethany. He smelled Snowy and turned
his head to see the white housecat sitting on the dresser,
glaring.
The fact he’d come into the room meant it might
be easier to befriend him in cat form than in his human skin, so
Jonathan rolled to his back and playfully batted his paws as he
looked at Snowy upside down.
Snowy looked away, more pissed than scared, and
Jonathan knew he’d won the white bundle of attitude over — he’d
been frightened before, but now he was jealous of Jonathan sleeping
in the bed, and no longer terrified.
The leopard wriggled and twisted, offering to
play until the white cat looked back to him, but no way was he
going to jump on the bed and play right now. Still, it was a good
start.
Bethany giggled, and Jonathan rolled to look at
her, gently touching her leg over the cover as a way of saying good morning .
“Hello to you, too. Are you trying to get Snowy
to play? I have some catnip around here, will you get goofy if I
give you some?”
He gave her a level stare to let her know he
wasn’t amused, and then took a breath and focused on what his human
body felt like. The cat no longer held on when he wanted to change back, and seconds later Jonathan was in his human
skin once again.
He stalked up the bed towards her, still on all
fours, telling her, “If you weren’t so sore I’d show you just how
serious I can be, but I’m guessing you’re in no shape for it right
now.”
Her arms went around his neck as he bent to kiss
her, and he buried his neck in her throat and smelled the feminine,
musky scent of a happy, relaxed, healthy woman. The cat reminded
her she was his woman, and Jonathan didn’t argue. Bethany
wasn’t at all freaked out about sleeping with a leopard, or
watching him change , and his heart melted a little more for
this strong, brave, sensual, beautiful woman, and he let her feel
it in the kiss. He knew she was skittish and they needed to go slow
with her where feelings and emotions were concerned, but she’d
grown important to both the man and the cat in a few short days,
and it was hard to not show how he felt.
When he finally backed away from the kiss, she
glanced at the clock as she
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