In the Pink

"I love being able to pamper you."

A shift, a wiggle and then he leans back onto her again.

"Mmmm, that's the spot. Between my shoulder blades. Right there, yes."

I continue my masseuristic efforts, as I regard myself and him in the mirror opposite. A blond head atop two arms which are currently engaged in eliminating the stress and tension from the muscles supporting the grey head-with-cat-tail leaning back onto the blonde's body.

"You like this? Is it making you feel better?"

No answer, save a low purr, and a tighter snuggle backwards so that their bodies are entwined yet further.

"Sooooo... "

"Yeeeees?"

"Tell me where your ticklish spot is. Please!!"

"I already did. It's on my skin."

A pause in massagistic momentum, while the blonde raises her eyes to the ceiling and sighs.

"That's absolutely no help, and you know it."

Again, no response, but for an evil sniggery cackle from the horizontal and prone rotten mean feline.

"Come on, you have to give me a deadline when you'll tell me. It's not fair!"

Another sniggery cackle, followed by a thoughtful pause.

"OK,OK, I'll tell you for your birthday."

She sighs in relief.

"Thank god. I can wait until January, no problemo, duuuuuuuuuuude. And it'll coincide with out first anniversary -- a whole year together, can you believe it?"

He cackles again (nyak, nyak, nyak).

"Who said I meant this birthday?"

A gasp, and a wail of disappointment, at having been taken in so easily, is heard from the blonde.

"Not even for our first anniversary? Evil, mean and rotten cat."

"Why, thank you, dear."

"Then when? Another birthday-anniversary??"

He thinks for a moment, prolonging the agony.

"The twentieth birthday-anniversary. I'll tell you then. How's that?"

"The twentieth?"

"Yes."

A moment's reflective silence.

"Wow, you're thinking long term. I love that."

A purr, a head twist and a soft kiss on the tabby's chin.

"Me too. Now aren't you negelecting your duties in pampering an evil, mean and rotten feline?"

Rawrrrrr......