# Connect the Sweet Spots

Author: Alfa_Barf
Tags: Compassion, Greentext, Human, Jaguar, Second Person

[Greentext] The greatest reward a firefighting jaguar can receive at the end of a long day is coming home to her Anon for a little bit of pampering, enough to bring the little kitten out of the big cat.

\>It's late in the afternoon when you get the text  
\>[on my way home soon :3]  
\>It's Turrula  
\>Her 24-hour shift at the fire station is finally over  
\>So now she has the weekend with you  
\>It's heartbreaking to be away from her for whole days at a time, but it's for a good cause  
\>Plus, she's never far from your side whenever she gets off work  
\>At least one of these two days will be spent pampering her  
\>She doesn't demand or even ask it of you, but you're willing to treat her well regardless  
\>None of the other men at the fire station ever interested her  
\>It's mostly dogs  
\>Mostly bigger ones  
\>Not only is she one of the few women on the team (not even enough to fill a full calendar, unlike the boys), but she's the only feline as well  
\>However, the jaguar grew up where it's hot and humid, so the roaring fires and the torrents of water barely faze her  
\>Not to mention she's no slouch in the strength department  
\>The job came naturally to her  
\>Even the Dalmatians can't take away her title as “the best spotted firefighter on the team"  
\>Turrula takes pride in what she does, though you can tell it wears on her sometimes  
\>But her duties are tolerable thanks to the love you provide whenever she's off the clock  
\>So when you receive the text you have precious minutes to prepare everything  
\>Lay out her favorite robe  
\>Set the fireplace  
\>Grab a glass for her warm milk  
\>You might have time to get a meal started when you know she's close to being done with her shift  
\>Though more often than not she just brings take-out home with her  
\>Turrula walks through the door with a powerful sigh  
\>Usually she comes home exhausted from just sitting around waiting for a call  
\>If it's something particularly hazardous, you can be sure the news crew is tracking it  
\>More than once you've seen your girl in action live  
\>Occasionally she'll be covered in dirt or doused in water, depending on what kind of emergency occurs  
\>One time she came back looking like a black panther with all the soot on her fur  
\>Today she's a little cleaner, but that's because she's sopping wet  
\>"Rookies", is all she can say with a shake of her head  
\>Every step she takes peels another bit of clothing from her  
\>She'll grab them eventually, but picking up for her is one more way to score some brownie points  
\>She drags herself into the bathroom and kicks on the shower  
\>Now's your chance to heat the milk and finish what you didn't get to yet  
\>Kick on the music  
\>Take some blankets out  
\>Turrula is a fan of her showers, but you can tell this one is going to be short-lived  
\>The singing is cut short, followed by the water  
\>"Anon!" she calls out  
\>You head over to the bathroom door  
\>"I forgot my towel…" she whines  
\>Technically, you forgot it  
\>But she'll never blame you for missing a step of her routine  
\>After all, you're not obligated to do any of it  
\>And yet it's that sort of commitment that has made the relationship grow tighter  
\>You hand her a towel and the jaguar dries herself off  
\>You're about to leave the bathroom when you hear her whine again  
\>She's sitting on the edge of the tub half wrapped up  
\>With her body partially exposed and her expectant look, someone else might have thought she's asking for something a little more sensual  
\>But after being with her for so long, you know that isn't quite the case  
\>No, THAT kind of intimacy will come another time  
\>For now, she just wants you to help her dry off  
\>You grab a second towel and the two of you work the fur in unison  
\>Turrula does her legs while you take care of her back and head  
\>She needs to leave her favorite spots for YOU  
\>As you run the towel over her, she begins her process of unwinding  
\>You're not just wicking up moisture, you're also breaking down her tension  
\>Her muscles relax as you work your hands into them  
\>"Mmmm…" she hums  
\>You continue for a bit even after her fur is dry enough  
\>You let her enjoy the moment, then move on when she wants to  
\>Her royal blue robe is all ready for her  
\>The jaguar ties it comfortably around her athletic body  
\>You take her by the paw and lead her to the living room  
\>Everything's waiting patiently for her  
  
\>The couch will be your nest for probably the next few hours  
\>You get settled in, and Turrula lies down next to you  
\>She places her head on your lap, and the night begins  
\>You start with some simple head scratches  
\>Almost immediately she falls into a hypnotic sort of trance  
\>Her round ears flatten as you rub behind them  
\>The jaguar doesn't exactly “purr" like you've heard from smaller cats  
\>But the sound that reverberates deep in her chest at your touch is as close to purring as one could get  
\>Turrula bunches her body up, pulling her legs in closer  
\>There's no way she'd fit on your lap entirely  
\>She always makes an earnest effort to, though  
\>After showing ample attention to her ears, you move to her face  
\>Her mossy eyes close as your fingers stroke the bridge of her nose  
\>From her wide, rosy snout all the way up to her forehead  
\>Her nostrils flare with the motion  
\>This is where she really seems to start enjoying herself  
\>There's no wrong way to rub her here  
\>The tip of her pink tongue sticks out from her black lips  
\>It slides in and out in slow gestures, though only a bit at most  
\>You press firmly with your thumb as you continue to stroke her nose  
\>Sometimes her eyelids are pulled open just slightly along with your strokes  
\>When they are, you can see her green eyes roll back in bliss  
\>You move down the sides of her head  
\>A smile forms on her face as you draw circles on her cheeks  
\>Then you gently navigate through the spaces between her whiskers  
\>Your hands reunite under her jaw, where the massaging resumes  
\>You scratch under her chin with your knuckles  
\>Then your hands flatten to rub her neck  
\>She loves the scruff in the back the most  
\>You can steal a quick tug at it from time to time  
\>She's told you it reminds her of her childhood when you do that  
\>Turrula brings her arms up to her chest  
\>Her large paws flex and knead the air  
\>She's the biggest kitten you've ever seen  
\>Her eyes open lazily  
\>You already know what she's looking for before she can say it  
\>"Milk?" she mouths silently  
\>It's still plenty warm  
\>You bring the glass to her lips and let her sip at her own pace  
\>Yeah, just like a kitten  
\>The jaguar continues to paw at the air while she downs the milk  
\>She has an adorable white mustache when she finishes it  
\>You wipe the milk off, but her rough tongue is too fast  
\>She licks your fingers clean, then nuzzles her head into your hand  
\>The girl just doesn't want those fingers to go a moment without attending to her needs  
\>The scratches go on for some time  
\>You grab one of the floating paws and work the spots between the digits  
\>No part of her will go unloved  
\>The shoulders are next, though you never dwell on them for too long  
\>She gets frequent back and shoulder rubs throughout the normal day  
\>The “kitten treatment", on the other hand, is its own special process  
\>There are much more infrequent, but you can tell she appreciates them more when they do occur  
\>It's at this point that Turrula slowly rotates herself over  
\>Her head leans over your lap, now on her belly  
\>She continues her attempt to fit her whole body on top of your legs  
\>They'd soon fall asleep if you let her full weight bear down on you like that  
\>But…you don't mind it every once in a while  
\>You move to recline on the couch fully  
\>Your own head lies back on the armrest  
\>Turrula immediately scoots up as far as she can go  
\>Her fuzzy head nestles under your chin  
\>Those large paws are folded underneath her chest, like a Sphinx  
\>You can feel the nails softly burrow into your shirt  
\>The jaguar still hangs off of you quite a bit, but she acts as though she could fit in the palm of your hand  
\>She makes fidgeting motions, waiting for you to keep going  
\>"Please," she seems to say without so much as a word  
\>You're happy to indulge  
\>You massage down her spine, giving her pleasure even through her bathrobe  
\>Her shoulder blades roll with the sensation  
\>When you travel farther down her back, then the kitten truly comes out  
\>Is it an instinctual thing, or something she just imitates?  
\>Whatever the case, she relishes it  
\>As your hand glides down toward the base of her tail, her rump lifts into the air  
\>It drops when you reach the end, only to rise once again when the next rub approaches  
\>Again and again you stroke down her back  
\>Her tail curls along the journey  
\>And once you hit the sweet spot, it flicks up rigidly  
\>This is her meditative element  
\>Eyes closed  
\>Tongue poking out  
\>Paws kneading your torso  
\>The rumble of her chest resonating through your body  
\>Her legs rubbing together to stay on your lap  
\>And her long, graceful tail swaying in time with everything, like a metronome  
\>The heat of her body keeps you warm  
\>And the crackling fire keeps her warm  
\>As does your love  
\>You'd think the last thing she'd want to see at the end of her shift fighting fires is to see flames dancing in the corner of her eye  
\>But she knows when they're meant for comfort  
\>Just as she knows when she's safe in your arms  
\>Turrula is very much like the fire herself  
\>There's the strong, stalwart jungle cat in her when she's on the job  
\>But under that spotted fur coat is just a little kitten at the end of the day  
\>The way things are going now, you'll likely be on the couch for the night  
\>You'll get the use of your legs back in the morning  
\>Maybe they're already falling asleep, but the longer you have Turrula on your lap the lighter she seems to be  
\>Her tail satisfied, you slowly work your way back up her body  
\>Up the spine, along the neck, and finishing with her head  
\>You scratch behind those cute, round ears to lull the jaguar into a peaceful rest  
\>Though not without receiving a heartfelt, “I love you, Anon."  
\>From your Turrula, the biggest kitten you know

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/7ejJEZwe