Stone's Throw

[GamesMaster]

"Your face," says Pip with a small smile and a soothing tone. "May I touch your face?"

[Andreas Amell]

"Oh, r-right, umm, you're practicing for-- yes, okay." Why am I so dizzy? And my heart is pounding. Was the honey last night spoiled or something?"

[GamesMaster]

Pip strokes his face gently, just the pads of their fingers skimming along his warm flesh. They look into his eyes as though entranced, face coming closer, closer, eyes locked on his, until finally their lips press together gently, almost tenderly. 

[Andreas Amell]

Andreas had gone rigid with tension soon after their first touches. When Pip kisses him, he let out a strangled whimper and his neatly trimmed half-claws making ripping noises against the fabric of the sofa.

[GamesMaster]

Pip plants the next kiss on his chin, then his lips again, then to the side of his neck near his ear. Meanwhile, their hands roam to his belt, unbuckling it. 

[Andreas Amell]

He whimpered on each kiss, the last also getting a throaty moan and an arching of his neck to give them better access.  Kitty likes, evidently. 

[GamesMaster]

Pip gets his belt buckle undone, planting more kisses along the side of his neck, and unbuttons his trousers, deftly reaching down to free...

"The heck is that?" Pip utters, startled, upon seeing their first ridged, bumpy catfolk penis. 

[NPCs]

Upon hearing one of the ten most desirable things a man can hear in this circumstance, Andreas found himself abruptly clear headed. For about a second, then shock and panic sends adrenaline surging through his veins. He attempted to leap off the sofa and flee to his room but, in trying to avoid kneeing Pip in the face, sent himself sprawling over the floor.

Deciding to just die, he curled up in a ball and went still.

[GamesMaster]

Cameron comes quickly to the door. "Andreas? What's wrong?"

Pip blushes scarlet. "Sorry! Sorry. I've just. I've never been with a catfolk before. I'm just surprised, that's all."

Cameron puts a hand over their face. "Pip...."

[Andreas Amell]

There was a tortured whimper from the lump of catfolk, but otherwise, that which was once Andreas has cast himself into the Shadow Plane.

[GamesMaster]

Pip kneels, trying to rouse Andreas, but it's not until the front door is thrown open that he even takes notice. Heidi stands there, wearing an elaborate gown made of a waterfall, complete with mist for the top and flowing skirt, and her hair done up in an elaborate half-updo. "Whew! I must say, these magical gowns definitely wear well!"

She pauses, taking in the scene. "Andreas? What's going on? Is my sweet kitty-cat hurt?"

[Andreas Amell]

Jarred from his misery by the sudden entrance and new voice, Andreas peeked over at Heildi. "Suffering is art?" he offered inanely. 

[GamesMaster]

Cameron comes over and whispers in her ear, and Heidi's expression goes sympathetic. "Oh, you poor kitten, let's get you to bed, shall we? You've had such a big day."

[Andreas Amell]

Andreas shivered at her soft voice saying such words. "Umm. Okay. Wait. Food?"

[GamesMaster]

"I smell bacon?" At Cameron's nod, she continues, "Cameron will bring you bacon in bed. I think that's wise."