Pitbabe S2, Chapter 25 pg 8

 Pitbabe S2, Chapter 25 pg 8

   Honestly, it’s not a big deal. I just like seeing him pout, that’s all. Though I might complain about his stubborn attitude, I can’t deny that seeing Babe get frustrated is just as endearing as when he’s pleased.

   “Teasing, huh? Not fun. Don’t tease.”

   “you don’t get to choose, you know.”

   Babe muttered something under his breath. I couldn’t catch the words, but I was certain they were curses aimed squarely at me, no doubt about it. And I didn’t plan to do anything about it. I just let him curse me to his heart’s content.

   But while he seemed engrossed in secretly cursing me, Babe’s attention suddenly shifted elsewhere. He stared at the necklace dangling just above his face (since I was still straddling him), then reached up to touch it, making it swing back and forth, like a cat playing with a toy.

   “What are you doing?” I asked.

   “When did you start wearing this?” Babe asked instead of answering, his hand still pawing at the pendant of my necklace.

   “The necklace? Oh, it’s been a while.”

   “I’ve never seen this one before.”

   “You sure?”

   “What about the ring?”

   The ring Babe was talking about was the pendant on my necklace—a simple silver band with a tiny diamond. I didn’t think he’d notice it that much, and I usually don’t pull it out from under my shirt. Even though I wear it all the time, our position made gravity tug it out from its hiding spot, dangling prominently in front of a cat who’s not usually that observant.

   “Just a regular ring,” I said casually. “It came with the necklace.”

   “Really…?”

   Babe kept staring at it, making me feel a bit uneasy.

   “Alright, alright,” I finally gave in, as usual. I let go of him, leaned back to sit normally, and spread my arms. “Want me to take it off? Come do it yourself.”

   Babe looked a little confused by my sudden retreat. He still seemed fixated on the ring, but when he heard I’d let him take my clothes off, his eyes lit up instantly.

   Even so, Babe held back a bit. He acted hesitant for a few seconds, but the stubborn guy quickly sprang into action, lifting the hem of my t-shirt and yanking it over my head so fast it was like he was racing against time.

   My upper body was bare, with only the necklace still hanging around my neck. Babe scanned my torso for a moment before burying his face in my chest, as if he’d been waiting for this forever. His body went soft, rubbing his face against my chest and sneaking in several kisses. The more he did this, the more he resembled a needy cat, purring for attention with all his might.

   “What’s with you, baby?” I gently ruffled his hair as Babe dragged his lips across my chest, down to my stomach, treating my body like a canvas and his mouth like a paintbrush dipped in color. “Miss me?”

   “Mmm…” Babe hummed in response (I think), while trailing his tongue from my stomach up to the center of my chest. His tongue was scorching, but the wetness sent shivers down my spine. Things that were calm were starting to get restless.

   “Speak properly.”

   “Speak what?”

   “What I just asked,” I said. “Answer properly.”

   My clingy ex tilted his head, pressing his cheek against my stomach, looking up at me like a clueless cat who didn’t understand what its owner was saying. His only job was to keep making those cute faces, and that was it—because I genuinely believed that a cat’s charm could be a world-dominating weapon.

   “Miss you.”

   But Babe wasn’t a dumb cat.

   “I’m always missing you,” he said softly. “I don’t exactly like sleeping alone.”

   I had no response other than a kiss. It was probably the deepest, most direct, and most heartfelt answer for Babe. He expressed his feelings honestly, throwing himself at me and kissing back passionately. I don’t know if what we’re doing counts as building a healthy relationship—picking fights, teasing, arguing, and then making up with intense physical connection. All I know is it feels so good it’s hard to break this habit. Sure, talking is a great solution, but when we’re really mad at each other, sex works just as well.

   But now we’re not angry at each other anymore.

   We miss each other instead.

   

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