The Furlings 2

Bringing Out Your Inner Kitten

by Celievamp

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asc/celievamp/cats02.php
Summary: A new arrival in the Carter-Fraiser Household

"Every cat, however old, has an inner kitten, its true self. Your inner kitten is a true source of peace, joy and love. It is the part of us that wants to play with bits of string, pursue butterflies, leap in the air, rush madly up and downstairs, run after falling leaves and purr…" From "One hundred ways for your cat to find its inner kitten" by Celia Haddon.

Janet paused in her preparations for the day. Her partner had been staring intently at something in their garden for the past five minutes, her breakfast forgotten despite her earlier declarations that she was famished. Janet glanced out but couldn't see what had attracted Sam's attention.

"Sam?"

"There's something under the bushes by the fence. I think it's a kitten," Sam said softly. "Is there any of that chicken left from last night?"

"There should be, unless Madam fancied a midnight snack," Janet smiled. Her foster-daughter Cassie had developed a habit of ducking out of eating dinner with Janet and Sam and coming downstairs for a snack later in the evening. As long as she was eating regularly – and it wasn't all junk food - Janet did not really mind. The year before one of Cassie's friends had developed an eating disorder and Janet and Cassie had had several serious talks about body image and peer pressure. Sam relating her own experiences with a near anorexic condition in her teens and her more recent self-neglect when trying to retrieve Colonel O'Neill from his involuntary exile on Edora had helped as well.

Sam checked the fridge and found the plate of cold chicken. She picked out some choice morsels and put them on a saucer. A shallow Tupperware bowl was retrieved from on top of the fridge and filled with water. "Be back in a minute," she said.

Janet just shook her head and sighed. She had the feeling that their household would be growing again soon.

Barefoot and shivering as the cold dew tickled her toes, Sam padded across the lawn towards the bushes. She saw the movement again, a flash of white fur as something retreated further into the shadows. Just beyond the edge of the bush she placed the saucer and bowl on the grass and then retreated to the steps leading down to the garden from the kitchen door. She sat down, tucking her knees up into her body, wrapping her robe around herself, her chin resting on her knees and prepared to wait.

About ten minutes passed before the kitten ventured out from under the bush to investigate the bowl of food. It was a pretty little thing, amber, ginger and white, its long fur slightly bedraggled in the damp conditions. It nosed out a few choice tidbits and ate them, then had a long drink from the water. Then it hunkered down and stared across at Sam for a few minutes. Sam stared right back. The kitten had amber eyes and a distinctly wary expression. It obviously hadn't known much kindness in its life so far.

"Making friends?" a soft voice wafted down to her from the kitchen window.

"I hope so," Sam whispered back.

"Well you can clear up any mess it makes until it's housetrained," Janet said. "Here, see if you can `tice it closer." She tossed down a baggie filled with more scraps of chicken.

"You're an angel," Sam said softly. The kitten was still watching her. "Here kitty," Sam dipped her fingers in the bag and drew out some more chicken. "Come on, pretty girl. Want to try this?"

The kitten inched forward and then suddenly skittish retreated back under the shrub to watch her again. Sam sighed. This could take a while.

An hour later the kitten was wrapped in a towel in the kitchen as Sam gently rubbed her fur dry. She smiled as the purring got louder and louder. She was still barefoot and dressed only in her robe. Janet had gone upstairs for a shower and to get dressed having dutifully admired the latest so far unnamed addition to the Carter- Fraiser household.

"What are we going to call you?" Sam whispered. "You're a pretty little girl, aren't you?" She was mainly white with broad splotches of black, ginger and amber across her head, back and tail. Her eyes were amber. The kitten nuzzled at her fingers and Sam smiled, remembering the cats she had come across the year before, the `Furlings' of her dreams and then the dream itself of the were- cat Sabelle who had been instrumental in making Sam realise the truth of her feelings for Janet and set in motion the chain of events that led to the two women living together. It had not taken long for Sam to discover that Janet was what had been missing from her life and the last six months had been the happiest that she had ever experienced.

"Why not call her Furling?" Janet said, stepping into the kitchen and smiling at the scene before her. Sam was scratching the kitten under the chin and the small cat was virtually nose to nose with her.

"Furling," Sam smiled at yet another example of Janet's apparent ability to read her mind. "That works. Hey, Furling." She gently tapped the kitten's nose and one paw reached out to swat her hand.

"I put together a box for her until we can get to the pet store and buy some supplies," Janet said. "And we need to put some newspaper down, just in case." She produced a sturdy cardboard box which looked like it was lined with an old jumper. "One of Cassie's that she's outgrown," Janet explained. "It was in a bag of stuff that was going to the thrift shop when I had time to drop it off."

Sam deposited the kitten in the box. It padded around on the soft material for a few moments then curled up and appeared to fall asleep. "Well, that seems to have been given the seal of approval," she smiled.

Janet covered an area of kitchen tiles with a thick layer of newspaper courtesy of the sport and travel supplements and placed the box with its sleeping inhabitant on the paper making sure it was out of the way and not in any draughts.

"I don't know how Jack is going to take to the new houseguest," she said. "Or Cassie for that matter."

"Cassie will love her," Sam said with confidence. "And Jack will just have to get used to not being top dog." Jack was Cassie's dog, given to her by Colonel O'Neill (hence the name) when Cassie was first adopted by Janet Fraiser. They were both staying at O'Neill's house for the weekend and were not due back until the following evening.

Which left the two women with the house to themselves for the weekend. Janet came and stood behind Sam, her arms around her neck, Sam's head resting against her chest. The position had the advantage of giving Janet an excellent view of a healthy amount of Sam's cleavage. "So, are you wearing this for the whole weekend? If so, I'm going to have a very, very difficult time keeping my hands off you." Sam shivered as Janet's voice developed a deeply sexy huskiness over the last few words.

"What did you have in mind?" Sam whispered, suddenly dry mouthed. Janet was kissing her way down Sam's neck and along her collarbone, pushing open the robe a little wider to give her better access. The loosely tied belt gave up completely and her robe fell open revealing Sam's naked body.

Janet came round and straddled Sam's legs, her back against the table edge. She continued to kiss her way along Sam's collarbone and then up the side of her neck again, feeling Sam's pulse jump beneath her lips. Her fingers stroked around Sam's bare breasts, smoothing around the sides, her thumbs pushing into her pebbled nipples a little way until Sam moaned gently, her skin flushing her back arching. Janet slipped off Sam's knee. "Sit up on the table," she instructed.

Sam smiled, followed orders, perching on the edge of the table, one foot resting on the seat of the chair. Janet stood in front of her and resumed kissing her way down Sam's body, her fingers now stroking through the soft hair of Sam's mound, her fingertips just touching the edges of Sam's labia. Sam's hands were stroking through Janet's long dark hair, her breath deepening, taking on a soft moaning as Janet's lips fastened on one of her nipples at the same moment as one long finger found the entrance to her centre. Sam's leg curled around her thighs, pulling her closer opening herself wider to Janet's touch.

"I love you so much," Sam whispered. "I don't always say it, I know but I do love you, more and more each day. I don't know if I could live with out you, Janet."

"Then it's a good thing I have no plans to go anywhere," Janet raised her head to meet Sam's lips, her fingers thrusting hard as their tongues met. Sam moaned into her mouth, her finger's tightening on Janet's shoulders, hard enough to leave marks. As her orgasm passed she slumped forward, resting more of her weight on Janet. Janet held her close. The table was still laid with the breakfast things, including an open jar of clear honey. Janet smiled. It was a good job she had a sweet tooth. Reaching out with her free hand she snagged the jar and pulled it towards her, dipping her fingers into the sweet runny syrup. Not caring for the moment about the mess she was making she trailed the honey over Sam's breasts and abdomen, watching in fascination the sticky trails wending their way down to Sam's mound.

Sam wriggled. "That feels really strange," she said. "What's wrong, Janet – aren't I sweet enough for you anymore?" Her giggle became a muffled squeak as the honey coated fingers smeared across her lips and then as Sam's mouth opened, delved inside.

Janet gasped at the sensation of Sam's tongue cleaning the honey off her fingers. Sam's eyes were dark with desire and amusement, knowing exactly what she was doing to Janet. Her hands were busy now, unfastening Janet's shirt, smoothing over the planes of her breasts and stomach, teasing as she had herself been teased moments before.

Janet's cleaned fingers were gentling her neck now, pulling her closer so that Janet's lips and tongue could clean her of the honey. Sam closed her eyes and lost herself in sheer sensuality at the sensations that Janet was producing on her skin, each swipe of her tongue like electricity as she got lower and lower down her body. Sam could feel herself starting to fall as Janet lowered her onto the tiles, positioning herself between Sam's spread thighs.

Janet's fingers stroked down her inner thighs, her breath huffing gently across Sam's centre. Sam gasped, her fists clenching and unclenching. Now Janet's fingers were combing through her mound, then her thumbs gently spread her labia and her lips fastened around Sam's clit, sucking it gently for a moment before her tongue began to lap delicately at her centre again.

Sam closed her eyes, saw stars falling felt her body rise to meet them. Now she was rushing headlong as her body reacted to the intense loving stimulation of Janet's touch. Fingers replaced tongue at her centre as Janet kissed her way up her body again, lying half on top of her. A thumbnail gently grazed across her clit at the same moment as Janet took her left nipple in her mouth and suckled and two fingers thrust and curled within her and Sam was suddenly weightless. "Janet!"

Something cold, damp and smelling faintly of chicken touched Sam's cheek. Sam opened her eyes, realizing that she was laid on the kitchen floor, Janet still sprawled half on top of her. She opened her eyes. Her kitten was watching her. "Hey, Furling," she whispered, reaching over to gently scratch it behind the ears. "Hope we didn't scandalise you."

Janet raised her head from where it was pillowed on Sam's breast. "So now our kitten is a voyeur," she smiled and then burst out laughing as the cat sat on its haunches, extended one back leg somewhere up behind its ear and began to lick itself contentedly.

"Don't say anything…" Sam warned.

"I wasn't going to," Janet protested, reaching up to give her beloved a kiss letting her taste herself and the honey on her lips. Grimacing with effort, she levered herself up off the kitchen floor managing to get to her knees. "Owww. We must stop doing this you know. Or at least get cushioned flooring."

Sam sat up, wrapped her arms around her one true love. "I hope we never stop. I hope we're still around and still so much in love with each other that we can scandalise Furling's grand-kittens."

Furling watched her new humans interact before losing interest in their activity and going to explore her new surroundings. They were making that strange human purring noise again that had disturbed her earlier. They were going to be busy with each other for some time. Furling could sense they were going to need careful training, though the chicken and the soft bed had been a good start. As she nosed her way into the den and explored the climbing possibilities of the curtains at one end of the room she heard one of her new human's in the other room.

"Sam, where did the cat go?"

END

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