#damp

@jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic July 27, Word count 293

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Reg immediately scooped the little kitten up, pulling the sticky weed and burrs from its fur. 

“Poor baby, where's your mum?”

The kitten mewed sadly at him but kept very still as Reg removed all the vegetation wrapped around it. 

Reg pulled the last bit of greenery from the kitten’s chest and revealed a flash of white fur shaped like a shining star. 

“Aww, he’s cute,” James said, reaching out and stroking the kitten’s head gently. 

“We should get him back to the house. The sun’s going to set soon, and I don’t want him to get damp in the night air,” Reg said, holding the kitten against his chest protectively. James grinned at how sweet Reg was being. It looked like they’d just got a cat together. 

“Yes, love, can’t have him getting cold.” 

James led them out of the forest and back up to the house. 

“Oh my!” Effie cooed as she spotted the tiny kitten in Reg’s arms. 

“We found him in the forest. He was all tangled up in burrs and sticky weed,” Reg told her. 

“Poor baby. Are you hungry?”

The kitten meowed quietly at her in answer, and Effie bustled around the kitchen, returning with a plate of raw mince which the kitten wolfed down. He licked the plate clean and sniffed around looking for more. Effie obliged and gave him another small amount. 

“But that’s it,” she warned. “Any more and you might be sick.” It was as if the kitten understood her, because once he’d finished his second helping, he opened his tiny mouth very wide and yawned, trotted back to Reg and curled up in his lap.

“I’m keeping him,” Reg declared, and James couldn’t help but chuckle at him. 

“I guessed as much.” 

I can hear your whisper and distant mutter. I can smell your damp on the breeze and in the sky I see the halo of your violence. Storm I know you are coming.

-- Robert Fanney

Toji never thought he would find himself here, especially for as someone as guarded as him. I mean who would fuck someone who he labeled as just a fling?

Well obviously him.

Your face tucked into the messy, sweaty sheets of the mattress. Toji was taking you from behind, his grip strong. He was holding your face into the mattress — he wasn't taking any of the crying tonight.

He was already angry, too angry. You were just supposed to be a fling.

... A fling.

He cant help but think about it, this pussy to good to just be labeled as... “A fling.”

Bent over, close to crying. Your little hands compared to his gripping the bedsheets, Droplets of sweat starting to drip down to your neck to your chest.

“... Mmm, well ain't that a lil' pretty sight mama?”

It's embarrassing.