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Here I am, with another Daniel/Speckle short, written on a very rainy, gloomy day. A little light for us all here, I think!

Dedicated to Gritou , who's had a couple of very special days this week : ) *chuckle*

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Once I came around Speckle's place, I took my time. I raided his fridge for something to eat, and drank milk straight from the carton while scratching my ass. I didn't want to start my first proper sleepover by dishwashing, so that spared some effort. I noticed that we would soon be out of milk, and made a mental note that we would have to buy some more soon.

Daniel Hobbes, you old cat. You're smiling stupidly over a milk carton.

That was a good sign, I thought to myself, as I loitered my way into the bathroom, did my business on the porcelain bowl, washed my paws, and hopped into the shower. I'd taken a shower already back in the station once my shift was over, but I felt like another one. Who ever said cats don't like water? I must've spent a good fifteen minutes there soaking myself off, followed by five minutes of hot air blasting from the dryer nozzles in the combo-function shower unit. I emerged as a new lion, with fluffy furs, a swingy tail and a blissful purr on my lips.

My legs felt heavy when I made the final shuffle for the bed and buried myself under the covers, head flopped on a pillow that smelled a whole lot like Speckle, and a little bit of me. Considering that we'd spent the afternoon rolling around on this very same bed entwined in amorous activities, it was no wonder that the sheets were quite musky.

I purred ever so softly to myself as I took Speckle's pillow and pressed it gently over my slightly swollen groin. The weight felt good and made me curl up instinctually, for the most comfortable position on the bed. The heavy warmth from my legs was slowly spreading, too, signifying my body's want to sleep now despite the lingering arousing effect lying in a pool of our mixed musk caused.

I couldn't believe how much I had cried and loved over such a short period of time. Yesterday at this hour, I was still sound asleep, my heart fluttering with dreams of Speckle, and my mind flooded with the things I wanted to tell him. How he appeared at the darkest hour and made things better with his silence and with the gentle touch of his paw over my arm.

How his smile made it almost difficult to look at him at times, when I didn't dare to speak yet.

How I wished I could tell him.

Now I had told him, I was exhausted from smiling, laughing, crying, working through the night and loving. A bit sore, too, and that wasn't from the little workout session at the fire station, when me and Rodriguez pumped the iron and the winner would be buying the doughnuts?

I lost, but I didn't mind. He swatted my ass with his tail while we were hanging around and drinking our coffee and eating those very same doughnuts that the smile of my muzzle was suspiciously indicative of a lion who had gotten laid. I played coy and told him that I wouldn't mind some, should any come on my way. The jaguar chuckled and whipped me with his tail again and I gave him a little swipe back, too.

I was almost asleep when the front door opened. The sound made my ears flutter against the pillow, and my tail periscoped its way out of the edge of the covers. I let out a gentle rumble of content. I knew who that was.

My sensitive ears could pick the sounds of him moving around in the kitchen and the living room for a couple of minutes before the bedroom door opened a crack and I knew that he was looking in. I only had one eye open, because I am a covert lion, and I could see the gentle glimmer of his eyes, peering into the room. Wanting to not to wake me up, if I was already asleep, he'd be thinking, I knew, and smiled privately, my muzzle hidden by a pillow.

Speckle tiptoed into the room and then went to the bathroom, and was extra careful when he closed the door. The sounds of showering lasted for a couple of minutes I spent by imagining how he'd be scrubbing those little paws all over his wiry body, as if he was trying to count his spots, rather than just give himself a good wash. I smiled again and wondered whether Speckle liked long showers in general. This one seemed a more utilitarian one, since the hum of the dryers became evident soon. My tail jolted with delight. Not much longer anymore, until I could make my move.

His footpaws were noiseless, but I still knew he was coming, even before the mattress shifted with his gentle weight, and the covers were manipulated. I smelled his shampoo, and him, and barely contained my sigh. Speckle rolled onto his side and scooted himself close to me before his head landed on his pillow. The happy sigh he let out made my heart leap, because I knew that it was not only that he was finally horizontal, but that also because he had a lion called Daniel in his bed.

It's hard to be sneaky when you're my size, but to my credit, he didn't have any idea that I was coming before my arm closed over his waist and pulled his cute little butt against the pillow over my lap. I felt his body tense a little, instinctually, but relax with the sighed breath that followed.

I kissed a smile against the crown of his head and stroked by paw over the soft fur of his belly, and purred.

"Morning," I whispered, my chin resting against his crown now.

The doggie in my embrace flapped his eager tail against my belly and placed his pawn paw over my wrist, to cup it close where it rested on his body. I purred some more and responded by flipping my leg over his own to make sure that he knew that he was being held properly.

Maybe mine, I dared to think. My heart fluttered.

"Did I wake you up?" Speckle whispered.

"Nope," I purred, nuzzling his cute ears. "I was hoping to catch you."

The doggie chuckled and squeezed my paw, still over his flat tummy.

"You should've just slept, you must be exhausted."

I rumbled and kissed the top of his head again, even remembering to leave a little scent mark there, with a lap of my tongue. Speckle breathed out at the sensation.

"Well you did wear me out earlier..." I purred, still very much aware of my pillow-hidden arousal that was in any danger of subsiding, now that I had a bed full of naked Dalmatian under my arm.

Speckle laughed again, pressing his back close to my rumbling chest now.

"Does the twelve-hour shift have anything to do with it by any chance?" he mused dryly.

I smiled and enjoyed his scent in slow, deep inhalations.

"Maybe a little," I purred, before another kiss, with my paw stroking his belly, slowly. Back and forth.

"You silly man..." he spoke, and meant it.

I had a paw to spare, and used it to pull the pillow away, and present myself to him, by pulling him close so that he would feel me against his back. He was now sandwiched between my paw and the rest of me, and I felt a gentle shiver go through him, and the curve of his stomach deepened as he pressed himself against me.

"Insatiable, too..." Speckle chuckled heartily against the sheets.

"Sorry," I snickered, and didn't mean it.

My Speckle wriggled his hips, and suddenly I was lodged somewhere very warm and very close to that tail that was gently tickling my belly. I breathed out hotly and tried to resist the urge to press onto him, to make the feeling grow more intense. I laid still, however, allowing him to command the amount of stimulation and joy available for me now. That didn't mean I wasn't needing. I did, badly, no matter my soreness in more than one place. It'd been a while since I'd worked myself that much, after all.

My paw moved lower and cupped him return, teasing him a little as he was teasing me, and soon we had each other breathing hard, moaning, and slowly rocking our bodies together. I kissed the side of his neck, as intimately as I would kiss his muzzle, and soon we were panting in unison, rolling our hips to the touch provided for either of us.

"I want you inside me," I whispered, when the heat began to rise. "Please."

He gasped, but needed no more encouragement. His paw reached for the night table and the conspicuous bottle there, and I - somewhat reluctantly - extracted myself from him, and simply rolled from my right side to my left, and flipped my tail over my hip. My back felt a rush of cool air for a moment, since I took the blankets with me and lost my supply of body warmed air...but only for a few seconds.

Speckle soon scooted over to my, out bodies meeting as he brought slick fingers to my cleft. I purred and breathed warmly, and felt his tongue make a mess of my neck, where my mane would grow if I didn't shave it clean. I rumbled loudly when he touched me, back and front, and used his paws on me in the most intense, immense ways that made me shudder and purr under his touch.

There was a slippery rustle of plastic, another kiss on my neck, and then there was no more Speckle or Daniel as a single unit, but rather, I had him inside me, and we moved together. I pulled my knee up and leaned forward a little to give him the best angle of attack, so to speak, and soon we were going, slowly, almost quietly, and under the blanket, for extra warmth beyond that provided by our arms and our rocking hips. He nursed me in a paw, too, the professional that he was, heheh, and made me purr and mewl in many un-macho ways while my lover showed me sparks of pleasure from within me, and from the ageless act of slippery fingers on heated flesh.

"I'd never...thought..." he breathed against one of my ears, in our heat.

"Y......yeah?" I purred, on the brink, and at the utter mercy of his fingers.

More sparks, more heat, and another gentle rustle of blankets and his smooth furs brushing over my own thicker softness. His teeth scraped my shoulder painlessly.

"...forgive me, but I ...ahh...wouldn't have even imagined you'd be this...versatile..." he finished against my shoulder again, now panting over it.

I chuckled and clenched myself quite deliberately, to make him yelp when the sensation coursed through him. His elbow pressed against my belly.

"I know what I...aaah...like..." I replied cheerfully, lost in the motion.

The slickness he had applied was more than enough to make the final stretch almost painless, when his hips collided with mine a couple of times, and he was finally all the way in me. The increase in fullness, and the knowledge were more than enough for me to make a mess of our sheets again, moaning against my outstretched arm. He pressed his teeth against my shoulder and whispered my name in that almost pained-sounding grunt that signaled his own climax, deep within my pulsing heat.

If I thought I had been tired earlier, that could not compare with the slumber that overtook me almost immediately, when we laid there, panting, holding one another, enjoying the glow. My eyes fell closed almost immediately, my whole body lulled by his arms, the warmth of his breath, and the presence of him, close to me, pressed messily against my back after a quick draw of sharp breath from both of us as we were...decoupled once more. I put my tail around his legs to make sure there would be no escaping for him before several hours of wonderful, refreshing sleep.

Then we would change the sheets. I owed him that much.

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