Cait’s eyes twitches, nails digging into the rubber padding of her glove as she listens to you ramble on about an idea to capture the most wanted criminal in town; Jinx.

Which, quite frankly, it is a good idea. Everything about it is lined up perfectly. Everyone on the board is eating it up, nodding and cheering you on like fools. Smart fools.

She cannot stand sharing the spotlight with you, not at all. And, it’s not that she doesn’t like you. No, of course not. You’re a very valuable assets that anyone would be lucky to have.

But you couldn’t just keep your mouth shut this one damn time.

Maybe it’s the commanding tone in your voice; the hiss that laces every word that falls from your tongue with venom. Demanding compliance, submission. It makes her hot under the collar, and she fucking hates that feeling.

Her eyes trail after the mesmerizing lash of your tail, fur prickled. Your ears curled back, fangs on show for everyone to see. If that look could kill, they’d all be dead.

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“That was a pretty good idea.” Caitlyn compliments reluctantly, arms pulled taut over her chest. Her stance extremely closed off. She’s turned slightly to the left so you couldn’t get a glimpse at the flush on her cheeks.

“You steal it from someone?”