Just a Weekend: Preview
A little teaser of something. Idea I'd had banging around in my head for a few weeks now and wanted to get down onto paper. Just hoping that the characters came across as good as I know they are. Want to see the full? Nice and cheap on my patreon over at https://www.patreon.com/GryphWriting along with some early access to other, personal works.
“I’m home!” the sing-song voice called out, “And I brought a stray!”
Holt leaned around the corner, spotting Leslie and her stray in the foyer. The jungle cat was hanging up her coat and long gloves. Her short hair freshly dyed a vibrant purple. Which was in sharp contrast to her companion. A taller feline whose dark hair was gathered into a ponytail that hung down her back. “Oh,” Holt rumbled. The tiger’s tail twitched behind himself, “She looks like she needs a good meal and a shower.” He slunk from the kitchen, getting intercepted by the margay. Leslie breathed out a nearly musical purr as she floated, literally, into her husband’s arms. He swept an arm around the smaller psychic and gave her a soothing hug. “How you doing, Max?”
Max flashed a smile as she hung up her jacket. “I could use a meal and a shower.” The newcomer was a smooth blend of felines. Size and build of a lioness, with cheek markings born of her cougar mother. Most defining was her ears, tall and pointed like a lynx. She had a rather interesting heritage, and had been Leslie’s friend for ages. “How about you, Big guy?” Max sauntered up, “I leave for work for a couple months, then come back to find out you knocked up my bestie?” She gave him a playful swat to his stomach, “Didn’t anyone tell you not to stick your dick in crazy?”
“You act like I had a choice,” he flashed a grin. “We both know how irresistible Leslie is when she’s being cute.”
Leslie huffed, all but draping across Holt’s shoulders, “I am not crazy.”
Max leaned in to boop her nose against Leslie’s with a chuff. “No you’re not, Kitten. You’re just the world’s foremost Empath and Telepath, and a shrink. That’s the crazy part.”
“Uh huh,” Holt rumbled and drew Leslie down, letting her rest in his arms and lean against his chest. He could feel her jangled nerves. By now, it had become near-instinct to help calm her down, doing his best to radiate soothing into her. “Not like we’re all a little wacko.” nodded his head, “Paramedic and part-time Superhero.” Leslie’s head got a kiss, “Psychiatrist to Supers. And you just got back from…”
“Getting pictures of a war zone.” Max sighed, “I could really use a meal, shower, and some decompress with buds. Not in that order.”
“Well,” Holt chuffed, “it’s a good thing somebody told me you were in town.” Leslie’s ears folded back and her head buried into his chest, trying to hide her huff. “We have steaks, some gloriously sinful potatoes, roast vegs, and for this one,” he kissed Leslie’s head again, radiating love and comfort into her, “a vegetarian lentil and sweet potato pie.”
Max adopted a look of mock shock, “Leslie, you forgot to tell him I was coming?”
Rather than answer, Leslie twisted out of Holt’s arms. The margay drifted to the ground, “So we have everything?” She mewled, “Not planning on going out again?”
Holt’s ears twitched, “No. Picked up groceries on the way home. Unless Max wants anything special? Should be good.”
“Great!” Leslie chirped, “I am getting comfortable.” And bolted up the stairs.
Max chuffed a laugh, “Still refuses to walk?”
“Walking’s for chumps!” Leslie yelled from the bedroom.
Max rolled her eyes and followed Holt into the kitchen, “Smells good.”
The tiger flashed a grin, “Thought you’d miss some good food. Well…” his tail twitched, “Not fair to assume what you did or didn’t have access to there.”
“I,” Max turned and hopped up onto the counter, “could use some good food. One too many MREs the last few months.” Those tall ears folded back as she breathed out a sigh. “Really need some decompress.”
Holt clicked his tongue, “Yeah. Was over there a week or so with Sert. A paramedic that can lift a car? Sure, send them up somewhere dangerous.” He flashed a bit of a smile, “Imagine that’s why you went up there too. Photographer that can take a couple rounds?”
Max snorted, “Nah, folks don’t know I can do that. Can’t imagine what some outlets would do if they found out I could though. Might offer me a bit more money. Especially when I threaten to throw their desk out a window.” This time she smiled with a lot of teeth and flexed. “Plenty of times I’d love to do that to a few of those jackasses.”
He chuckled, “Plenty of times I’d like to do the same when we roll up on a DV or something. Just grab the drunk jackass and yeet.”
They shared a glance and chimed up, “Call me an asshole, one more time.” Then burst out laughing. Max fell silent and leaned back, resting her head on the cabinet with a hum.
The tufted tip of her tail twitched, “Kinda surprised when I saw Leslie. Don’t think I’ve ever seen her looking so... drained. Not without a huge Precog, and those put her down for days.”
Holt’s ear twitched, “That obvious?”
“Yeeeah,” Max drew it out. “How’s she handling…” hand waved slowly, “everything?”
“Could be better,” Leslie chirped, floating into the kitchen. She’d ditched her lightly fashionable outdoor clothes for her preferred at home wear. Meaning one of Holt’s shirts that she’d taken the sleeves off of, and a pair of loose shorts. “World’s most powerful Psychic and Empath,” Leslie struck a pose. “Currently growing a second nerve system,” her hand fell to the curve of her stomach. Her jade green eyes rippled with other colors, “She’s going to be just as powerful.”
That made Max perk up, “You can already tell?”
Leslie shrugged, “I get the vibe. We’re vibing, and yes. You may touch the belly.”
Max hopped down, “Had been wondering, but after you mean-mugged that lady at the airport...”:
The margay huffed, “That’s because she just came up out of nowhere and decided to touch my belly. Like bitch! I don’t know you, I don’t care if you want to compliment me. No touchy without asking. My belly doesn’t belong to anyone else. Just me and Holt.” Her huffing turned into a light purr as Max lightly ran her hands along the margay’s stomach.
“Oh I bet you absolutely destroyed Holt a couple months ago.”
Leslie stuck her tongue out, “Not really. We kinda expected it to happen. You know, after Maude told us he wasn’t firing blanks anymore.” One of the downsides of being a Super was sometimes, well... powers tended to mess with ones fertility. It could go away, might not. Holt was one of the lucky ones though.
“And you two kept having unprotected sex. Leslie,” Max stood up and put her hand on her hip, “Do we have to have The Talk?”
“Maybe after dinner,” Holt chimed in. The tiger chuffing with amusement as he casually slid a dish from the oven onto a trivet. “Though she knew exactly what she was doing. Not that our habits changed that much. She was still begging for her Daddy to give her more.” He grinned as the jungle cat’s cheeks went red and she swatted at the tiger.
Max laughed, “Dinner does sound amazing. Then a shower.”
“And a movie after,” Holt planted a kiss on Leslie’s head, “Picked up a couple new releases, and a couple restorations.”
Dinner and a shower had left Max feeling far more normal. A couple movies sprawled out with her friends helped round it out. Especially with Leslie draping herself across both larger feline’s laps. Though long lights and an even longer job had taken their toll and she’d called it an early night. Not even making it through one feature. Holt and Leslie had retired as well. Holt stripped down to just his fur so that Leslie could curl against his side. Maximum body to body contact so she could relax. Bathing in the gentle warmth and love that came off her partner. She’d happily dozed right off. Cheek on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. Her own soothing bliss helping him drift off as well.
Odd dreams haunted the tiger. Visions of stalking through a jungle, of knowing he was being hunted. Something was out there, obscured from even his keen senses. It wasn’t until his guard started to fade that something pounced him. Sending the larger tiger to the ground. A familiar scent and warmth soon washed over him. Invaded his senses and brought him to attention.
He was trapped on his back as something warm bathed over his privates. A rough tongue swept over his balls. Combed through the fur there. A low chuff puffed warm air across his intimate areas. The warmth flowed across his sheath. Excitement stirred through him as that warmth flowed across him. Weight settled onto his chest as the warmth engulfed him. The mighty tiger groaned and tried to shift. That presence kept him pinned, immobile. He could barely even twitch as the weight shifted.
Warmth seared into his body. Soaked into every fiber of his being. Lips curled as the great tiger stared up into the darkness over him. The shadow within shadows shifted over him. A shadow flashed through the darkness. Teeth glinted against the burning void that pinned and surrounded him.
How strange that the sensation didn’t fade as something roused him. Nails scraped his chest, hands pushed against him, a steady weight on his hips, and an undeniable warmth. He opened his eyes groggily and blinked away the sleep.
The bedroom was dark, save the bedside clock and it’s soft, green glow. A figure straddled his hips, legs pressed tightly against his. Trimmed nails scratched his chest as the figure shifted. The warmth left his cock as she rose, gasped, and quietly slid back down. Staying there for a moment as she rolled her hips. Insides so tight and inviting around his raging spire. In that dull green light he could just make out the feminine form. Athletic, curves in the right spots, and those ears. Tall and pointed.
Max was riding him in bed. A dear friend of his, and a long time best friend to his wife, was casually riding him in his own bed. All while Leslie slept away in in the crook of his arm. Her nose practically touching Max’s fingers.
He started to say something, but Max’s finger found his lips, “Shhh,” she whispered.