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 Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 8:25 pm
To Coen it felt like the kiss went on forever but eventually he had to stop to get some air. Reluctantly he broke the contact and sighed, resting his forehead against Jazz's while he caught his breath. "Is your face ok?" he asked, when brain function returned and he could form words. "My beard didn't scratch too much, did it?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 8:30 pm
It felt, to him, like the kiss went on forever as well, but when it ended it was much too soon. He caught his breath fairly quickly, and planted a quick kiss on the lion's nose. "My face?" He asked curiously, head tilted to the side a bit until the lion finished his question. "Oh, I didn't even notice your beard," he said with a giggle, smiling at Coen. He could hardly believe he just had a kiss that long with anyone before. "That was nice.." He confessed with a giggle, the blush still prominent in his cheeks, although it had diminished a bit.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 8:39 pm
"You didn't?" Coen asked, surprised. He had expected at least a little complaint concerning the scratchy quality of his beard but he was thrown for a loop by Jazz's complete obliviousness to it. Shaking his head slightly, he smiled brilliantly at the little mouse, agreeing with his last statement. "Certainly was," he said, moving to sit down in the comfy chair again, with Jazz on his lap.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 8:49 pm
He couldn't help but giggle, both arms wrapped tightly around the lion while moving, but he relaxed once they were safely in the chair. He curled up in Coen's lap, snuggling close to the lion, his arms wrapped around his kitty, and his head pressed against the other's broad chest. He closed his eyes contentedly, ears perked forward. He was perfectly happy in Coen's lap, idly thinking about random things, before peeking up at the lion. "When do you think Eli will wake up?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 8:58 pm
"Probably at the most inconvenient time he can manage," Coen answered, rolling his eyes. "That's usually what he does, anyway," he added with an exasperated chuckle. Then he smiled and looked into Jazz's eyes for a while, his cheeks tinged pink under his beard. Out of nowhere he got it into his head to try something, curious how the mousie would react. He looked around shiftily then, without warning, he lightly pinched Jazz's arse.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 9:03 pm
He giggled, looking up at his lion-kitty. "I wouldn't know, I only met him this morning." He gazed into Coen's eyes for a while, as well, noting the slight blush that was barely visible underneath the lion's beard. His ears perked up a bit when Coen glanced around, so he opened his mouth to ask why when he was all of a sudden pinched. He let out a surprised squeal, jumping almost a mile, and just about fell out of the chair. He looked at Coen quickly, curiously. "What on earth did you do that for?" He asked, exasperated. He wasn't mad or anything; it merely startled him out of his wits.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 9:10 pm
Coen let out a snort of laughter, biting his lip to hold most of it in. He had expected Jazz to jump but he never would have guessed the mouse could go so high. Smiling disarmingly at the mouse to discourage any violence, he answered, "I'm sorry. I was just curious how you'd take that. I can kiss it and make it better if it hurt you," he offered with a wink then grinned and added, "Or you can take revenge on me...Say, give me a massage while I'm laying down?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 9:14 pm
Jazz's ears twitched and he stuck his tongue out at the lion while re-adjusting himself so he wouldn't fall off the chair or Coen's lap. "Well, now you know how I'd take it," he giggled, unable to help himself. "No, you don't have to kiss it to make it better. But revenge sounds good," he said with another giggle. He don't know which would startle him or make him blush more; his bottom being pinched like Coen just did, or being kissed like he had offered. He climbed out of the lion's lap, pointing to the couch. "You asked for it, kitty cat," he teased, giggling.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 9:18 pm
"Have mercy," Coen whimpered, putting on a good show of humility. Hiding a smile, he got up off the chair and shuffled over to the couch as if they were his last steps up to the executioner's block. Sighing, he took off his shirt then laid down on the couch and stretched out on his stomach. "I..I'm ready now, Master Mousie."
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 9:31 pm
He burst into a fit of giggles at the lion's display, unable to help himself. Making his way over to the couch after Coen, he climbed onto the couch, his knees on either side of the lion as he gently began to massage his lower back. "Have mercy? Why should I have mercy?" He asked, giggling as he made his way up to the lion's shoulders. Instead of continuing, he leaned down and laid on the lion's back gently, slipping his arms around his kitty cat, and rested his head on Coen's upper back. "Okay, you can be ready, but I'm not yet," he said with a giggle, tail flicking.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 9:37 pm
Despite having braced himself for it, Coen still let out a grunt when Jazz's capable hands kneaded his lower back, pushing him into the couch. He couldn't help but breathe a soft sigh of relief when the mouse's hands slid up to his shoulders but he was completely unprepared for what Jazz did then. When he got over his initial surprise he asked, "Oh? Why aren't you ready yet?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 9:42 pm
He smiled, tail flicking more; he'd expected the lion to be slightly surprised. "Oh, I don't know. I'm just not ready yet," he confessed with a shrug, closing his eyes and getting comfy on the lion, which wasn't all that hard to do. "You make a very comfy pillow."
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 9:47 pm
Coen rolled his eyes and shifted slightly, being careful not to dislodge the mouse. "I'm glad you think so," he said, using his tail to playfully stroke Jazz's sides. Truthfully, he was comfotable too. Something about Jazz's slight weight bearing down on him, not to mention the warmth the mouse lent him, was making Coen sleepy.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 9:52 pm
He giggled and squirmed slightly, but forced himself not to squirm too much, lest he hurt his kitty-pillow. He kissed the lion's upper back, in between his shoulder blades, then laid his head back down on his kitty. "Why are you glad I think so?" He asked curiously, sliding his hands up the lion's sides to his shoulders, beginning to massage them gently while laying down.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 9:57 pm
"Well, I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable. 'Sides, I don't want you to roll off of me 'cause I like letting you use me as a pillow," he admitted, folding his arms and resting his head on them. When he felt Jazz start to rub his shoulders, he let out a soft contented sigh and closed his eyes then started to purr like the big, squishy kitty cat he was.
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