lest nuzzled her head into your neck, her long, manicured cat nails scratched against your bare shoulder. she had ripped your shirt on the side subconsciously.

her neck rubbed against your pulse, inhaling your scent deeply.

your girlfriend hadn’t seen you for days- weeks even. so she was extremely fucking touch starved.

but the one day she thought you were free, you just had to be busy. you were supposed to be getting ready to meet someone, but instead, lest appeared in your room from your window.

her tail curled around your calf, licking a long stream of saliva along your neck. she pulled back, her nails slightly digging into your shoulder.

“do you,” lest’s voice was gruff, yet bare, holding emptiness. “really, really have to fucking go?” she muttered.

she lowered herself back into your neck, purring slightly as she held you tightly. “stay. please, pup.” which was extremely strange because.. lest was a vastaya, basically a human-cat.