FIC: Warm Afternoon Sun
Title: Warm Afternoon Sun
Author: Cassie Morgan (badfalcon)
Fandom: RPS - ITBN
Categories: Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, Fantasy, AU, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Verse: kitty!christian
Thanks to: You, for reading. havenward for the beta and the prompt 'RPS, kitty!Chris/Steve, warm afternoon sun' that inspired this ficlet.
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Christian Kane are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Christian's sprawled out on the centre of their bed, basking in the sun streaming in from the window
Christian's sprawled out on the centre of their bed, basking in the sun streaming in from the window. He has one paw covering his nose and his tail's twitching as he dreams. A loud purr is rumbling from his chest, and a look of contentment is clear in the curl of his lips.
Steve slides onto the bed next to him, a soft sigh at the warm of the sun against his skin. He runs a hand through Christian's fur, scratching his ears. "Hey," he whispers when Christian cracks one eye open sleepily, lazy grin spreading on his face as he rakes his eyes over Steve.
Christian stretches out with a mrow and arches his back, yawning as he shifts back to human form and rolls over, pinning Steve below him. "Hey," he replies, his lips sealing over Steve's. He rocks his hips down, his erection rubbing against Steve's, both of them gasping. Grinning, Christian presses down harder, tongue lapping across Steve's chin, down his throat and shoulder as he rocks against him. He slides one hand between them, taking both of their cocks and stroking them until Steve's coming with a soft cry, his own orgasm following a beat later. He slumps boneless on top of Steve, kissing him before yawning again. He stretches out on top of Steve, wriggling to get comfortable before rolling off and curling up next to him, one arm thrown across his chest as his eyes slide closed again.
Steve chuckles and yawns himself, curling into Christian. He runs his hand through Christian's hair, playing, then down into his fur, his hand buried in the warmth as Christian falls asleep, his purrs filling the room.
~El Fin~
Author: Cassie Morgan (badfalcon)
Fandom: RPS - ITBN
Categories: Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, Fantasy, AU, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Verse: kitty!christian
Thanks to: You, for reading. havenward for the beta and the prompt 'RPS, kitty!Chris/Steve, warm afternoon sun' that inspired this ficlet.
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Christian Kane are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Christian's sprawled out on the centre of their bed, basking in the sun streaming in from the window
Christian's sprawled out on the centre of their bed, basking in the sun streaming in from the window. He has one paw covering his nose and his tail's twitching as he dreams. A loud purr is rumbling from his chest, and a look of contentment is clear in the curl of his lips.
Steve slides onto the bed next to him, a soft sigh at the warm of the sun against his skin. He runs a hand through Christian's fur, scratching his ears. "Hey," he whispers when Christian cracks one eye open sleepily, lazy grin spreading on his face as he rakes his eyes over Steve.
Christian stretches out with a mrow and arches his back, yawning as he shifts back to human form and rolls over, pinning Steve below him. "Hey," he replies, his lips sealing over Steve's. He rocks his hips down, his erection rubbing against Steve's, both of them gasping. Grinning, Christian presses down harder, tongue lapping across Steve's chin, down his throat and shoulder as he rocks against him. He slides one hand between them, taking both of their cocks and stroking them until Steve's coming with a soft cry, his own orgasm following a beat later. He slumps boneless on top of Steve, kissing him before yawning again. He stretches out on top of Steve, wriggling to get comfortable before rolling off and curling up next to him, one arm thrown across his chest as his eyes slide closed again.
Steve chuckles and yawns himself, curling into Christian. He runs his hand through Christian's hair, playing, then down into his fur, his hand buried in the warmth as Christian falls asleep, his purrs filling the room.
~El Fin~