@bitofthisandthat said : { Negs says KITTY'S turn } 👉
WALK IN ON MY MUSE MEME (closed)
Kitty’s faucet squeaks as she tightens her bathtub’s knobs, shutting off the flow of hot water into her porcelain tub as it filled to EXACTLY where she liked it to be. Today had been a long one– APPARENTLY the city had a new chief of police. And it was Kitty’s task to get as close to him as possible while feeding factoids and WEAKNESSES to her boss in her downtime. Frankly, the only thing that got her through Ratigan’s insistent yelling and hovering and her newest ‘beau’s’ droning ons was that she could sink into gallons of hot water and bath salts when it was all over. Especially since visitations from a certain mallard had been incredibly sparse lately.
They both knew at times the other could become preoccupied. Whether it be a job or a cell that kept them apart– these things did happen. And usually she took it in stride. Besides, a few nights without his snide, gravelly voice ringing in her ear did the dancer good. And she was certain that he felt the same way. She COULD be slightly overbearing, herself. He’d certainly never catch her in admitting it, though. But the duck’s absence had been nagging at her as of late. She found herself growing more and MORE disappointed whenever she came home and didn’t see him making himself comfortable in her space as he normally did– that he wasn’t there to give her a dry ‘hello’ as he tossed his own personal keys onto a nearby table. They had gotten into a routine, after all. And it usually ended up with him taking up the other side of her bed, hogging many of her covers while he slept off his latest beatdown. Or with them collapsed in a sweaty heap.
And despite the fact she knew that HE was just as busy as SHE was, Kitty couldn’t seem to quell the idea that she absolutely and undoubtedly missed him. In more ways than just primal, it seemed.
The mouse slowly sunk her body into the steaming water, giving out a loud sigh as she laid her head against the lip of the tub. Her aching form was immediately starting to loosen-- the tenseness in her shoulders dissipating as she began to properly RELAX for the first time that day. China doll eyes stared upwards at the ceiling for several minutes, merely letting the water do its job as she settled. But after a few moments, her gaze turns towards her cracked bathroom door-- part of her hoping that she’d see a flash of yellow or black. But, instead, Kitty sees nothing but the glow of her bedside table lamp.
An audible huff of disappointment huffs through her pink nose and the mouse bites her lip, gaze drifting back up to the ceiling. When WAS he coming back? If she had known there was going to be such a gap this time around, Kitty would have pestered him a little bit more for his attention the last time she had seen the crook. She would have done.... a lot more if she had known Negaduck was going to be taking his sweet ass time getting back to her.
Kitty’s thick lashes flutter shut, and she inhales deeply, dropping a hand below the water’s surface, resting at the swell of her hip at first. She taps her fingers beneath the water against her skin as she ponders just WHEN the criminal will be making a reappearance. He could be a couple days… a couple weeks. Who truly knew with his ever-turbulent schedule? The dancers hand begins to wander as her longing fully begins to make itself present within her. If Negaduck wasn’t around… surely, Kitty could take care of herself. She had done so long before he arrived in her life, after all… Why should she WAIT for her appetite to be satiated?
















