sleep, drabble, fluff
Thandi strokes the large head of the panther in her lap. It purrs for her as it rests lazily, her fingers scratching him just right. When she’s careless and drops her hand, the panther’s tongue rasps on her fingers, huge paws reaching out and tapping her hopefully.
“Charlie. Come now. Don’t be greedy.”
The cat huffs and settles again, tail tip flicking. She reads on.
Eventually, she reaches down again, and instead of velvety fur, she feels soft hair that curls just ever so slightly. Charlie’s head sits in her lap and heat blooms in her cheeks. Her fingers return to his head, and he hums quietly, already asleep.
“Thandi…”
Is he dreaming of her? How flattering. She gets comfortable, continuing reading. His even breathing and warmth as she scratches his hair is almost hypnotic, lulling her closer to sleeping herself. Her fingers stroke his cheek, playing a little with the hair along his jawline. What would he look like if she managed to get him to trim everything? Even when he first arrived, he was looking a little shaggy, hair slipped behind his ear.