[Fic] Tickling Kittens
Title: Tickling Kittens
Author: Shytan
Rating: G
Characters: Cutler Beckett, Weatherby Swann, Groves, Storybook (OC cat)
Summary: Yet another Storybook tale.
Warnings: Excessive cuteness.
When Governor Swann first entered the office aboard the Endeavour, he had not noticed anything amiss, but a second glance around the room made him pause. There was something odd on Lord Beckett's desk. It was small and orange in colour, and may have been furry, but from the doorway it was hard to tell. Weatherby was not given the opportunity to investigate this strange object at close range as Lord Beckett brushed past him and into the room, swiftly making his way to the dark mahogany desk and seating himself before the Governor could even blink.
Shaking his head to clear it, Weatherby headed towards his own desk by the far wall. He shuffled a few papers around and reached for his quill, but paused with his hand midair when he heard a shrill cry. Blinking in surprise, he watched as the small, orange object on Lord Beckett's desk began to move, waving around what appeared to be little fluffy arms and legs. Weatherby was even more surprised when he heard Lord Beckett cluck his tongue and gently poke the tiny creature's soft white tummy with his fingers, causing the bundle of fur to emit another high-pitched squeal.
Weatherby lowered his hand to his desk, completely forgetting his quill, and watched as Lord Beckett continued to work with his left hand while his right played with the kitten, tickling its tummy until the joyful creature pawed at and licked the offending fingers. He would then lift his fingers out of reach and wriggle them tauntingly, causing the kitten to wave its own paws in response before its tummy was once again assaulted. Despite attempting to retain a serious work expression, the Lord's lips were curling up into a gentle smile as he indulged his little pet.
"Lord Beckett, sir!" Lieutenant Groves entered the office and managed to successfully deliver his intended message without stuttering. The lieutenant must have seen the kitten before, Weatherby decided.
"Very well," Lord Beckett responded, giving his kitten a final gentle poke before exiting the room with Lieutenant Groves, leaving the contentedly purring creature lying on the desk. Weatherby blinked a few times, still astonished. Who would have guessed that Lord Beckett liked to tickle kittens?
Author: Shytan
Rating: G
Characters: Cutler Beckett, Weatherby Swann, Groves, Storybook (OC cat)
Summary: Yet another Storybook tale.
Warnings: Excessive cuteness.
When Governor Swann first entered the office aboard the Endeavour, he had not noticed anything amiss, but a second glance around the room made him pause. There was something odd on Lord Beckett's desk. It was small and orange in colour, and may have been furry, but from the doorway it was hard to tell. Weatherby was not given the opportunity to investigate this strange object at close range as Lord Beckett brushed past him and into the room, swiftly making his way to the dark mahogany desk and seating himself before the Governor could even blink.
Shaking his head to clear it, Weatherby headed towards his own desk by the far wall. He shuffled a few papers around and reached for his quill, but paused with his hand midair when he heard a shrill cry. Blinking in surprise, he watched as the small, orange object on Lord Beckett's desk began to move, waving around what appeared to be little fluffy arms and legs. Weatherby was even more surprised when he heard Lord Beckett cluck his tongue and gently poke the tiny creature's soft white tummy with his fingers, causing the bundle of fur to emit another high-pitched squeal.
Weatherby lowered his hand to his desk, completely forgetting his quill, and watched as Lord Beckett continued to work with his left hand while his right played with the kitten, tickling its tummy until the joyful creature pawed at and licked the offending fingers. He would then lift his fingers out of reach and wriggle them tauntingly, causing the kitten to wave its own paws in response before its tummy was once again assaulted. Despite attempting to retain a serious work expression, the Lord's lips were curling up into a gentle smile as he indulged his little pet.
"Lord Beckett, sir!" Lieutenant Groves entered the office and managed to successfully deliver his intended message without stuttering. The lieutenant must have seen the kitten before, Weatherby decided.
"Very well," Lord Beckett responded, giving his kitten a final gentle poke before exiting the room with Lieutenant Groves, leaving the contentedly purring creature lying on the desk. Weatherby blinked a few times, still astonished. Who would have guessed that Lord Beckett liked to tickle kittens?