simon grunts as he feels a sandpaper rough tongue lick at his eyebrow. dark, curling tendrils of unpleasant dreams fading under the persistent repetitive motion.
“gerroff, cat.”
there’s a pause as tiny pinpricks knead at the thin cotton t-shirt covering his chest before a tiny yet surprisingly hard head bumps the bridge of his nose.
“mrrr?”
simon stretches slowly and a small displeased “meep” sounds off near his hip as his lower back twinges.
“olright, ‘bab meat.”
two creaky purrs fill the space, reminding him of the sound of shitty two stroke engines as they rumble and buzz in and out of sync with each other.
he breathes deeply to dislodged the weight on his chest and cracks open a bleary eye when it shifts before settling again. two phosphorus yellow eyes blink slowly in response.
“should ‘ire you f’detainment purposes, kidder.” simon murmurs, using the knuckles of his hand to brush over a furry cheek.
cat purrs harder and tilts her face so on simon’s next pass he catches the edge of her jaw and bony jut of her chin, exposing her delicate neck and the soft dark fur that covers her throat. the show of trust still makes his heart squeeze a little in his chest. cat has come a long way from the hissing and spitting flea ridden stray kitten he found years ago.
there’s a pause in the purring by his hip and the click of teeth as kebab meat yawns before the mattress dips as the orange cat oozes his way up simon’s side to bury his face in his armpit.
a wheezy chuckle rumbles out of simon’s chest as he lazes in bed, his hooded eyes slowly closing. he’ll get up in a minute or two. cat and kebab meat will want breakfast at some point.