Potential little ficlet or fic request just because you’ve put this thought in my head: Harrow sorta treats Ianthe like a cat and she’s kinda into it
Ianthe spread herself on the bed as if Harrow weren’t there, her infinite arms and legs taking over the space inefficiently. Harrow dropped her tablet, turning to look at her prostate girlfriend.
"Long day?" she asked with one hand trailing up Ianthe’s back, dancing over her prominent spine and tickling the side of her ribs. Ianthe squirmed under the touch, turning to face Harrow.
"The longest."
Harrow’s hand sneaked under Ianthe’s cotton shirt, her blunt nails scratching over her sensitive back. Ianthe hummed her contentment, happily stretching on their bed and lazily arching her back as Harrow kept stroking her.
"Good?" Harrow asked with a smile.
Eyes closed, Ianthe sighed, her exhale long and purposeful, making Harrow’s fingers vibrate on her skin. "Very good," Ianthe responded, her voice low with tiredness and the first threads of sleep. She hummed even louder as Harrow’s pointer finger touched the skin between her eyes, massaging there with steady motions.
"Still good?" Harrow checked, placing one hand on Ianthe’s side while the other massaged the tension spot between her eyes.
"Your hands are magic," Ianthe whispers in half sleep, their legs crossing over the blankets.
"It’s what I do with Anubis to get him to sleep sometimes."
Violet, pale eyes shot open. "What?"
"Touching between a cat’s eyes helps them relax."
"Are you comparing me to a feline right now?"
"I actually do it constantly."
Ianthe held her stare, but when Harrow pressed the tension point a little further, there was nothing Ianthe could do but melt under her touch.
"I may be into it," Ianthe confessed to the hands working magic on her stress.
"You are. You just didn’t know about it until now."
"So you enjoy when I’m a pliable kitty in your hands?" Ianthe asked, and Harrow knew where this was going but didn’t stop her constant massage.
"I kind of prefer it when you’re a lioness."
That got Ianthe’s attention, followed by a sharp-toothed grin.
weird ass dream. so i found out that my parents weren't my real parents. i was actually someone else's daughter. my real father, supposedly, was some badass. So I go and visit my 'real' relatives. They weren't very welcoming. Then suddenly, one comes over to my house to help fix up our attic. There was noise coming from the attic after that and a bunch of clutter was placed in there. I was scared that this relative was being shady. Then I opened the blinds and a lady was looking into our house from my relatives house(neighbors?). I went to visit my dad at our other house that he's currently remodeling. He built a sauna there and had it on full blast. He said it was broken and I kept telling him it was working and that he had it on too high. So I went on an adventure into some tunnel to find out how to lower the temperature. I'm glad this dream wasn't someone chasing after me. The last time, I dreamt that 2 mexican guys were trying to kidnap me on the corner my street, exactly where I got mugged. One day, I'm going beat up all the bad guys in my dreams i swear to god-
