The sunlight filtering through my bedroom curtains felt like a gentle wake-up call, but it was Miko's soft stirring against me that really pulled me from sleep. Her body was still pressed close from our midnight cuddle session, her tail lazily draped over my hip, twitching in her dreams. I lay there for a moment, watching her—those fluffy ears flattened in relaxation, her chest rising and falling with a faint purr that vibrated through the mattress. Last night's whispers about her past had added layers to this attraction; she wasn't just a mysterious hybrid anymore, but someone carrying real scars. It made the pull between us feel deeper, more urgent.
She blinked awake, golden eyes focusing on me with a sleepy smile. "Mmm, good morning," she murmured, stretching languidly, her back arching in a way that pushed her curves against me. The oversized t-shirt rode up, exposing the smooth skin of her thigh, and I couldn't help but trace my fingers along it, feeling the subtle shift from human softness to the faint fur near her tail base.
"Morning," I replied, my voice husky from sleep—and from the immediate stir of desire. Her scent enveloped me, that wild, intoxicating mix amplified by our closeness. She rolled toward me, propping herself on an elbow, her tail uncurling to brush teasingly against my leg under the sheets.
"Last night was... comforting," she said, her claws extending just enough to graze my chest lightly, sending a spark straight south. "But now? I'm feeling a bit more playful." Her grin widened, sharp canines flashing as she leaned in, her rough tongue darting out to lick a slow trail along my jawline. The texture was exquisite—rough enough to tingle, soft enough to crave more.
I captured her lips in a kiss, morning breath be damned. It started slow, but she deepened it quickly, her body shifting to straddle my waist. I could feel her heat through the thin barriers of fabric, her hips rocking subtly as if testing the waters. My hands slid under her shirt, palms flat against her back, fingers exploring the velvety fur that ran down her spine. She moaned into my mouth, the sound muffled but electric, her tail coiling around my thigh possessively.
"Shower?" I suggested when we broke for air, my heart racing. The idea popped into my head—a way to escalate without rushing the finish line. "We could... share. Save water and all that."
Her ears perked up, eyes darkening with mischief. "Lead the way, biology boy."
We tumbled out of bed, her hand in mine as we headed to the bathroom. The old Victorian's plumbing groaned to life as I turned on the water, steam filling the air. Miko stripped off her t-shirt without hesitation, revealing her lithe form: pert breasts with nipples already hardening in the cool air, a trail of soft fur leading down her belly to where her tail swayed. She was breathtaking—human curves blended with feline grace, her golden eyes watching me expectantly.
I shed my clothes, stepping under the spray first, the hot water cascading over me. She joined seconds later, pressing her wet body against mine, her purring louder now, amplified by the echo of the tiles. "This is new," she whispered, her hands roaming my chest, claws retracted but fingers teasing my nipples. I groaned, pulling her closer, our slick skin sliding together.
I grabbed the soap, lathering it between my palms before running them over her shoulders, down her arms. She arched into my touch as I reached her breasts, cupping them, thumbs circling her peaks until she gasped, her tail thrashing and splashing water. "Sensitive," she breathed, her rough tongue licking droplets from my neck, nipping lightly at my earlobe.
Emboldened, I ventured lower, soapy hands gliding over her hips, tracing the curve of her ass before slipping between her thighs. She was slick—not just from the water—and I teased her folds gently, fingers circling her clit with slow, deliberate pressure. Miko bucked against my hand, a low yowl escaping her as her claws dug into my shoulders, just enough to sting sweetly. "Yes... there," she panted, her hips grinding in rhythm.
She retaliated by wrapping her hand around me, stroking with a firm grip, her rough palm adding an extra layer of sensation that had me throbbing. We kissed under the spray, water mingling with our moans, bodies pressed tight. Her tail wrapped around my leg, pulling me closer as I slid a finger inside her, feeling her tighten around me, her heat pulsing.
We built it like that—teasing, exploring, the steam heightening every touch. She came first, trembling against me with a muffled cry, her nails leaving faint red lines on my back. I followed soon after, her hand and the friction of our bodies pushing me over the edge, spilling into the water with a groan.
Panting, we leaned against the tile, her head on my chest as the water cooled. "That was... escalating," she teased, her purr content now.
"Yeah," I agreed, kissing her forehead. "But we're just getting started."
As we dried off, wrapping in towels, the flirty energy lingered. Breakfast awaited, and then my classes, but the promise of more hung in the air. Miko's past might still shadow us, but in moments like this, it felt distant. For now, the heat between us was all that mattered—and it was only growing.