Collars and Whiskers. Yuna/Shelinda, Rikku/Paine. FFX-2.
Title: Collars and Whiskers.
Fandom: FFX-2
Pairing: Yuna/Shelinda, Rikku/Paine.
Prompt: Dress Up.
Rating: T.
Words: 400
Spoilers?: None.
Author's Note: ...:) you should have seen this coming the moment I stuck cat-earred maid in the prompt suggestion box >D. I thought there should be a bit a happiness before my dark Yunalesca/Yuna piece which I'll be posting in a few days time.
The sweet sound of jingling bells filled Yuna's room; you swallow as the cool, tinkling metal brushes the delicate skin of your neck.
Lips press against your own and her whiskers brush your cheek. Her mouth seems as if it is always formed into a mischievous smile as Yuna moves back to stare at your face. Those soft lids are hooded and her nose wiggles in concentration as it catches the multitudes of scents inside of this place.
"Mew..."
On the other side of the room Rikku and Paine sit; the younger is resting her head upon the other's lap as her fingers batted the silver haired woman's own bell in avid curiosity. The blonde's many braids were being nibbled and chewed on by Paine.
Lazy sun blonde which a cat would love to snuggle under and steel water dish silver hair mixed and were woven together.
Thank goodness you did not have the cameraman with you when Yuna pounced on you!
"Nyaow!"
You had come here to interview the three women about the new dress sphere the Gullwings had discovered; now you were trapped between lacy thigh high socked legs and ribbons which traced zigzags and spirals on the inside of your thighs.
She's wearing some kind of maid uniform like the ones girls wore in a cafe in Luca you sometimes visited; you wonder if the Gullwings broke in and found the sphere in the till.
It's made of ruffles and frills; the dress feels so nice against your skin.
You nip slightly at the collar around dear Yuna's neck, pulling at the fabric lightly and letting go so that the bell laughs and skitters even more.
Paine shudders as her thief licks the metal whiskers which were infused with her cheeks.
They were acting like kittens that had lapped at milky love.
Yuna though was like a curious cat who'd dipped her paw completely into it.
Her ears twitch as you stroke and pat her tabby hair and allow her to wrap her newly acquired tail around and around your waist.
The bell, which glows a china blue, presses against your chest.
Between mouthing the tips of your human ears, she whispers;
"What else would you like me to do, Lady Shelinda?"
Lady Shelinda... you lick your lips and smile.
Yuna was certainly correct when she said you'd find the Kitty-Nip dress sphere adorable.
Purr... Purr... Purr...