She shoots me an accusatory look, jealously glaring at me like I’m committing some sort of unspeakable evil, some horrible wronging. Really, all I’m doing is laying my head on top of the the other warm body in bed with me, not really putting the full weight of my head on her stomach. I know if I do this, it will hurt her, that’s how gentle and fragile she is. The other girl just keeps staring me down, as if to telekinetically tell me—don’t. You. Dare. Get off her now.
Sorry molly, I mumble, and lift my head off of Hester’s middle parts, sitting up. Both girls glare at me, what were you thinking? Yet no one speaks. It’s better this way, quiet, serene. Tension’s already easing and we’re all sitting now, on different spots in different positions in the same bed. Molly almost crawls over to my lap, staring up in my eyes, nudging the afghan with her feet. Affectionately, now that I’m no longer devoting my attention to Hester—her competition. Hester, meanwhile, shoots me a look half caring, and licks her lips. She squints her eyes together and lets out a soft groan, almost smiles at me and lies on her back, arching her legs up in the air.
I glance over at the lit assortment of candles on my nightstand and take off my pants and crawl under the covers. I grab both Hester and Molly close and shut my eyes, and off to sleep. Dreamland with the two most important beings in my life. I hug my ladies close, and am dozing in no time—with my kitties. What can I say; I get a lot of ass these days.
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