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Chapter 12

Lance woke up the next morning to an unfamiliar sensation. Well, it was somewhat familiar. The feeling of needing to relieve himself was uncomfortable, but Lance figured that JC wouldn't be too happy to find THAT gift when he woke up! Untangling himself from the blankets that were piled around him courtesy of JC's restless sleep habits, Lance stretched and kneaded the bedspread briefly before heading for the door. He knew someone who might appreciate the present. Pawing the door open, Lance slipped down the hall to Chris's open door and smiled to himself.

"Gruf?" a sleepy dog-voice sounded. Lance raised an eyebrow as well as he could in his situation. He'd forgotten about Busta.

"Hiss," Lance responded. "Fuck off, puppy." Bad idea.

"RROW!" Busta complained. He barked once and Lance rolled his eyes. So it was true-- dogs really were stupid creatures.

"Garfield, thy name is truth," muttered Lance as he ignored Busta and crept closer to the bed. Busta growled low in his throat, so Lance growled back, setting Busta whimpering. Korea, however, wasn't as chicken as her brother, and lifted her head from her perch beside Chris's pillow to growl at Lance. "Fuck you," Lance growl back, but unlike her brother, Korea didn't step down and growled some more at Lance.

"Shut up," Chris muttered sleepily, throwing his arm on his dog, pinning her in place. Lance laughed.

"Nya-nya."

"GRR!"

"Korea!" Korea whimpered and settled down, glaring at Lance the whole time. Lance just flicked his tail at her and pranced off, smirking. Seconds later, he ran into a hard obstacle and glanced up.

"Busta!" he meowed in surprise. He'd forgotten about the other dog! Standing completely still for the time being, Lance allowed the pug to sniff him before sidling away. "Enough, mutt." Busta whined in seeming confusion. This cat smelled familar, but he didn't know why. Lance just walked past Busta, heading for Chris's shoes in the corner. Busta whined again when he saw what Lance was about to do and hid. Lance did his business and smirked a little. It would serve Chris right to find a mess in his favorite pair of shoes in the morning. Trotting now, Lance headed for JC's room and paused in front of the door. What now?

"I hope JC remembered to get me a brush," Lance said to himself. "I feel icky already." Pushing the door open with a paw, Lance crept in and, seeing as JC was still asleep, jumped on the bed and studied the object of his affection. Another unfamiliar sensation rumbled through his body and Lance started hearing a deep, throbbing sound. With a start, he realized that the rumble was him-- he was purring.

"Shut up," JC muttered tiredly. "You're being noisy." Lance smiled and purred louder, daring to walk up to JC's face this time. The human just rolled over and hid his head in the pillow. So Lance put one paw on JC's shoulder and hoisted himself up, perching there while he purred yet louder. JC groaned and rolled onto his back, so Lance moved even closer to JC's face and--getting a little excited--licked the older man's nose.

"SCOOP!" JC shouted, jumping up and throwing Lance off his chest. "What the hell was that for?" Lance pouted a little at being thrown and JC sighed. "Come on, why'd you lick me?"

"Mrow?"

"Scoop, we need to talk, you and I. But after I've been to the bathroom." JC sighed and headed for the small room, Lance following. "Scoop..."

"Chirp!"

"I swear sometimes that you understand every word I say to you."

"I do," Lance said, following JC into the bathroom without a thought. JC just gave the cat a weird look and reached for his pants. Lance stopped suddenly, realizing what he had done. And what he was going to see if he stayed in there much longer.

"Well, this will take some getting used to," JC said, shrugging. Lance quickly looked away, not really wanting to see what JC looked like, but he snuck a quick peek anyway.

"Hello," Lance said to himself, blushing as much as a cat possibly could. Then he turned and ran from the bathroom, mortified at what he had done. Yes, he was gay. And yes, that had been a dream come true to see JC au natural. But underneath, he was still a naive, southern boy who happened to be a cat. Shaking his head a little, Lance curled up on JC's bed and waited for him to come out of the bathroom so that Lance could get fed.


	Inner Reflection \| home back to The Eyes of the Cat Chapter 12 Lance woke up the next morning to an unfamiliar sensation. Well, it was somewhat familiar. The feeling of needing to relieve himself was uncomfortable, but Lance figured that JC wouldn't be too happy to find THAT gift when he woke up! Untangling himself from the blankets that were piled around him courtesy of JC's restless sleep habits, Lance stretched and kneaded the bedspread briefly before heading for the door. He knew someone who might appreciate the present. Pawing the door open, Lance slipped down the hall to Chris's open door and smiled to himself. "Gruf?" a sleepy dog-voice sounded. Lance raised an eyebrow as well as he could in his situation. He'd forgotten about Busta. "Hiss," Lance responded. "Fuck off, puppy." Bad idea. "RROW!" Busta complained. He barked once and Lance rolled his eyes. So it was true-- dogs really were stupid creatures. "Garfield, thy name is truth," muttered Lance as he ignored Busta and crept closer to the bed. Busta growled low in his throat, so Lance growled back, setting Busta whimpering. Korea, however, wasn't as chicken as her brother, and lifted her head from her perch beside Chris's pillow to growl at Lance. "Fuck you," Lance growl back, but unlike her brother, Korea didn't step down and growled some more at Lance. "Shut up," Chris muttered sleepily, throwing his arm on his dog, pinning her in place. Lance laughed. "Nya-nya." "GRR!" "Korea!" Korea whimpered and settled down, glaring at Lance the whole time. Lance just flicked his tail at her and pranced off, smirking. Seconds later, he ran into a hard obstacle and glanced up. "Busta!" he meowed in surprise. He'd forgotten about the other dog! Standing completely still for the time being, Lance allowed the pug to sniff him before sidling away. "Enough, mutt." Busta whined in seeming confusion. This cat smelled familar, but he didn't know why. Lance just walked past Busta, heading for Chris's shoes in the corner. Busta whined again when he saw what Lance was about to do and hid. Lance did his business and smirked a little. It would serve Chris right to find a mess in his favorite pair of shoes in the morning. Trotting now, Lance headed for JC's room and paused in front of the door. What now? "I hope JC remembered to get me a brush," Lance said to himself. "I feel icky already." Pushing the door open with a paw, Lance crept in and, seeing as JC was still asleep, jumped on the bed and studied the object of his affection. Another unfamiliar sensation rumbled through his body and Lance started hearing a deep, throbbing sound. With a start, he realized that the rumble was him-- he was purring. "Shut up," JC muttered tiredly. "You're being noisy." Lance smiled and purred louder, daring to walk up to JC's face this time. The human just rolled over and hid his head in the pillow. So Lance put one paw on JC's shoulder and hoisted himself up, perching there while he purred yet louder. JC groaned and rolled onto his back, so Lance moved even closer to JC's face and--getting a little excited--licked the older man's nose. "SCOOP!" JC shouted, jumping up and throwing Lance off his chest. "What the hell was that for?" Lance pouted a little at being thrown and JC sighed. "Come on, why'd you lick me?" "Mrow?" "Scoop, we need to talk, you and I. But after I've been to the bathroom." JC sighed and headed for the small room, Lance following. "Scoop..." "Chirp!" "I swear sometimes that you understand every word I say to you." "I do," Lance said, following JC into the bathroom without a thought. JC just gave the cat a weird look and reached for his pants. Lance stopped suddenly, realizing what he had done. And what he was going to see if he stayed in there much longer. "Well, this will take some getting used to," JC said, shrugging. Lance quickly looked away, not really wanting to see what JC looked like, but he snuck a quick peek anyway. "Hello," Lance said to himself, blushing as much as a cat possibly could. Then he turned and ran from the bathroom, mortified at what he had done. Yes, he was gay. And yes, that had been a dream come true to see JC au natural. But underneath, he was still a naive, southern boy who happened to be a cat. Shaking his head a little, Lance curled up on JC's bed and waited for him to come out of the bathroom so that Lance could get fed.