Then I heard the noise coming from the box and I moved to it swiftly, threw open the loose flaps and stared down at two scrunch faced, fluffy haired, tiny Persian kitties, one chocolate point, one lilac.
“Holy frak,” I whispered.
“Mew,” the lilac point mewed up at me.
“Holy frak!” I shouted, reached in and nabbed the lilac point.
“You opened it,” Chace said from behind me and I whirled to see him standing several feet away in a t-shirt that was tight across his chest and loose running shorts.
“Kitties,” I whispered, pressing the squirming Persian to my face.
“You said you wanted a cat,” he reminded me of something I didn’t think he remembered then went on to inform me, “Pets are like kids. One is not enough. So you got two.”
God, he was fraking awesome.
I didn’t have it in me to say this.
Instead, I repeated in a whisper, “Kitties.”
Chace grinned then asked, “You like ‘em?”
“They’re fluffy.” Yep, still whispering.
“Yeah,” he replied, still grinning and now moving toward me. “But do you like them?”
“Their faces are all scrunchy.”
You got it, I was still whispering.
He stopped toe to toe with me. “I’ll take that as an indication you like them.”
I nodded as I swallowed down happy tears.
Chace leaned into me but around me. He came back with the chocolate point and lifted it up close so they were kitty face to hot guy face.
My heart melted.
“You got no choice but to be friendly,” he told it, being Chace bossy but the heretofore unknown cute kind.
My heart melted more.
The kitty lifted a paw and pressed it to Chace’s nose.
Chace grinned at him.
The rest of me melted.
Chace pulled him down, tucked him feet up in the crook of his arm, other hand scratching his belly and his eyes came to me.
“Both boys. They need names.”
“Luke and Han,” I stated immediately and Chace smiled huge.
Then he said, “Fuck no.”
I cuddled my kitty to my chest and suggested, “Spock and Kirk?”
“Again, f**k no,” Chace repeated.
“Sam and Dean?” I tried.
He shook his head, still smiling.
My eyes narrowed then I suggested, “Starbuck and Apollo?”
“I thought Starbuck was a girl.”
Jeez, his television experience was seriously narrow. Everyone knew there were two Starbucks.
“She is, in the new version. She’s Dirk Benedict in the old one.”
He lifted his kitty to his face and asked, “What do you think? Starbuck and Apollo?”
The kitty just stared at him.
“Starbuck?” he asked.
The kitty stretched his legs straight down.
“Apollo?” he went on and the kitty put his paw to Chace’s nose.
Chace curled him to his chest and looked at me. “This one’s Apollo. That one’s Starbuck.”
“Works for me,” I whispered.
Chace studied my face.
Then he muttered, “Cats and bubblemint.”
“What?” I asked.
“That does it for you. Cats and bubblemint. You don’t know what to do with pearl earrings but you look so happy you’re about to burst ‘cause of a coupla cats. It doesn’t take much for you.”
“Yes it does,” I contradicted him quietly, he got even closer to me and our kitties started batting at each other with their fluffy paws but I didn’t notice because Chace was all I could see.
“What does it take?” he whispered.
“All that’s you,” I whispered back and suddenly found myself without a cat, Chace didn’t have one either and I knew this because I was over his shoulder and he was prowling down the hall.
“Chace! We need to go to the store, get cat food, litter boxes, litter –”
“Done.”
God, I loved this man.
But I kept trying.
I mean, I had two scrunch faced, fluffy kitties. Sex was awesome but I had kitties!
“We need to let them out so they can explore.”
What I meant was so I could play with them.
I flew through the air, landed on my back in our bed and Chace landed on me.
“They can wait.”
“They’ll get bored in there.”
“Then hurry and show your gratitude.”
Oo, that sounded fun.
So I rounded him in my arms but planted a foot in the bed and rolled him to his back so I was on top.
Then, with my hair hanging down both sides of our faces, I whispered, “I can do that.”
He grinned up at me, his hands pulling my hair gently away and he whispered back, “So do it.”
I smiled down at him.
Then I did it.
* * * * *
One and a half months later
I hit the button on the television remote and looked down at Chace.
“Admit it, you liked it,” I ordered.
We’d just watched the pilot episode of the new Battlestar Galactica.
“Baby, you sucked me off, rode me, forced my assent to watch the f**kin’ thing right before I came then we watched it with you on me in my tee, no panties and my hand on your bare ass. Of course I liked it but I didn’t see it.”
How could a man be annoying and hot at the same time?
“You think Admiral Adama is the bomb,” I pushed.
“Da bomb,” he corrected my street lingo.
“Whatever,” I muttered, then, “Admit you think he’s awesome.”
“Which one was he?”
I slapped his arm and snapped, “Chace!”
He rolled so I was on my back in the couch and he was on me.
Then he gave in. A little.
“It didn’t suck.”
“You liked it,” I decided.
“Let’s just say, you want me to watch more, you gotta use your mouth on me.”
“I do that all the time anyway,” I reminded him and he grinned.
Then he murmured, “Yeah.”
“So, every time we, uh… you know, you have to watch one of my programs.”
“Deal,” he agreed immediately and surprisingly then I would understand why when he added his part of the deal, “You go down on me, you get geek TV. I go down on you, you watch one of my programs.”
My eyes narrowed. “You know Southland freaks me out.”
“That’s because you get too involved with the characters.”
“Sammy is sweet!” I defended myself.
“But he’s not real,” Chace replied. “He got in that car accident, you stopped breathing.”