Cori followed the line of Alf's sight, her fingertips finding the spot between his ears and sliding down to the middle of his back repeatedly. It helped her think. And thinking she was. Paris had a lot of very good points. Alf had a lot of very good points too. Enough that she very nearly missed the intent behind that wicked feline smile. Not quite. She turned a little pink around the ears and cheekbone.
"Paris, you're a genius!" The brunette covered her tracks by throwing a well-deserved compliment at the bestie. Meanwhile her fingers strayed down, scratching gently along the cat's jawline all the way down to his throat. And the indicated collar. One fingertip paused there, dropping to poise on the tip of a spike- like a ballerina on full pointe.
And then she pushed. Gently, not too hard, just in case it didn't do what she half expected it to do. Subconsciously she held her breath, waiting to hear and feel the familiar click-clacking of the collar turning on its track.
"Paris, you're a genius!" The brunette covered her tracks by throwing a well-deserved compliment at the bestie. Meanwhile her fingers strayed down, scratching gently along the cat's jawline all the way down to his throat. And the indicated collar. One fingertip paused there, dropping to poise on the tip of a spike- like a ballerina on full pointe.
And then she pushed. Gently, not too hard, just in case it didn't do what she half expected it to do. Subconsciously she held her breath, waiting to hear and feel the familiar click-clacking of the collar turning on its track.
