Glire sat at her dining room table and looked out of her balcony at the city.

There wasn't much to see, admittedly. Her normally spectacular view was obscured both by nightfall and by the heavy rain coming down. She could only make out the faint lights of other buildings in the distance, and heard little but the rain drumming against the metal of the balcony rail.

This drumming was superceded by the knock-knock knock-knock she was expecting, and she went to answer the door.

And found a very, very wet cat.

"Hi," Cayen said, stepping in and wiping water from the fur on her face.

"Hello," Glire replied, already backpedaling. "I'll get you a towel."

"Thanks!" Cayen called out. "I'm gonna stay here so I don't get your couch wet."

Glire returned with a fluffy pink towel. Cayen took it and immediately began vigorously rubbing her hair. "What happened?" the bunny asked. "Did your umbrella break?"

"Nope! Forgot it."

"You forgot it."

"Yep!"

"Didn't they say we were going to get, I think it was six inches of rain tonight?"

"Yeah, saw that. See, the thing is, I walk out my door, and I'm still inside, right? So I don't immediately think, oh, weather. When I remembered I was already on my way, and I sorta just went, ehh, maybe it'll hold off until I get there and then I can borrow yours to get home."

"Well, that gamble certainly paid off. Come on, you'll freeze, you need to get out of all that."

Cayen smirked. "You just want an excuse to see me naked," she said, though she dutifully began undoing her tie and unbuttoning her blouse.

"Do I need an excuse?"

"Not really."

"I didn't think so. Here, give me your phone and things, I'll put them on the table for you."

"Thanks." Cayen handed over the contents of her pockets, and then continued to strip, trying to dry off whatever she exposed. "It was kinda fun, though! Sometimes you can forget what kind of power a storm has until you're smack in the middle of it."

"I'm sure." Glire went to the kitchen area for a paper towel to wipe off the water from the electronics. "If you want, I can run down to the laundry room and put your stuff in the--" she hesitated on the last word as she rounded the corner and saw Cayen again, now down to her bra and panties, and reaching back to remove the latter. "--dryer."

"What?" Cayen glanced at herself. "This was your idea."

"I'm aware." Glire put the various things in her hands on the coffee table, and turned back. "It just kind of struck me how I don't think I've ever seen you not be pretty, no matter what state you're in."

Cayen grinned. "I knew you just wanted an excuse to see me naked," she said, and tossed her bra at the bunny, who snatched it out of the air.

"Goodness! This is soaked through too!" she said. "You must be totally saturated!"

"Little bit." Cayen began to tremble. "Hey, do you mind if I use your bath to warm up?"

"No, no, by all means." Glire gathered up the clothing in the towel and took her keys out of the little alcove. "And feel free to steal my bathrobe or something from my closet if you'd like in the meantime."

"Thanks." Cayen stepped forward, gave Glire a peck on the lips, and then walked through the condo towards the bathroom.

"I can do your panties, too," she said.

"Oh, yeah." Cayen peeled them off, stretched them between her thumbs, and flicked them like a rubber band at Glire, who caught them.

They went -splat-.

Glire just shook her head and went out the door.

---

"I'm back," Glire called out.

There was no answer, and Glire went into the hallway and gingerly taptapped on the door. 

"Cayen?"

"Oh, hi!"

"Hi. Your things should be dry in about half an hour."

"Mm, okay. I stole some of these bath salts, by the way. I got into the bath and then I was like, god, feet hurt, standing all day, I'm gonna take advantage of this swimming pool you call a tub."

Glire giggled. "That's fine. I'll put your steak back in the oven to keep it warm for you, take your time."

"...Oh, god, right. You want I should get out now?"

"No, no, not unless you'd rather eat sooner."

"...Alright. You're an absolute doll, you know that?"

"I try not to let it go to my head."

The compliment did not, though, keep Glire from grinning with a certain bounce in her step as she put dinner in its holding pattern, and then brought her laptop in from the bedroom to read while she waited.

At some point, she heard the gurgle of the tub draining, and her ear twitched; that was her cue, and she closed the laptop to go back to the kitchen and set up the meal. the steak came out first to rest, and the vegetables next, and the plates last. Cayen's steak went on her plate, and Glire piled hers with the vegetable dishes, then served them on the table, and went back for the side plates. Last but not least, she uncorked the bottle of red wine and poured two glasses, then poured two glasses of water.

She stood and pointed at everything on the table to herself, just to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything... nope, it was all there.

"Looks great," came Cayen's voice from the mouth of the hallway.

Glire turned. Cayen was wearing one of her white shirts. It came down to the tops of her thighs. She appeared to be wearing nothing else.

"Indeed." Glire said, and gestured to the table. "Come, sit."

Cayen grinned at Glire as she sat, eyeing the spread. "You were allowed to take more than one piece of clothing," Glire said, taking her own seat.

"Yeah, but this is /much/ more fun." Cayen reached for a bowl, and then paused, as she noticed that every bowl of veggies was in easy reach of her seat. "Don't you want any of this?"

"I already have all of it," Glire replied.

Cayen blinked, looked at Glire's plate, looked at the sides... "Wait. You mean to tell me you cooked me a steak and you're just gonna have the side dishes?"

"It's not side dishes for me. It's more like a tapas spread. Look, I have an olive salad and everything. Besides, I'm vegetarian and I swear you're halfway to being straight carnivorous. This way satisfies both our diets."

Cayen stopped for a moment and just kind of shook her head. "I can't get over that," she said. "Just... you're so damn thoughtful."

Glire tried to hide her grin. "I try to be." She reached out, and Cayen took her hand for a moment. "I'm glad you appreciate it."

"I do more than appreciate it, believe me," Cayen said, giving Glire's hand a squeeze, and finally dug into her steak. "--Oh my god, this is perfect." She chewed and swallowed. "It's like -- I start to question why I deserve it."

"Uh-huh." Glire tucked into her own plate. And then I hope you realize that I don't do it because you deserve it. Not that you don't. But that /everyone/ does."

"See, that's what I love about you." Cayen continued to eat, taking servings of side dishes from the bowls as the mood struck her. "You just... you do things, not, like, out of some sense of anyone /owing/ anyone else, or like, because you think they're worthy, but because that's just what you think is the right thing to do."
Glire looked down at her plate, a shy smile on her face. "You're going to make me blush," she says quietly.

"I think I already did make you blush," Cayen teases, reaching over to stroke Glire's cheek. 

Glire leaned into Cayen's hand, closing her eyes a moment. "That is a possibility."

"That's the other thing I love about you. You always act so happy when someone pays you a compliment."

"It's the least I can do when someone says something nice." Glire gently took Cayen's hand, kissed it, and resumed eating.

---

Glire felt a little odd carrying the now-dry clothes in the elevator as it ascended. At the time, she felt that it was too small a load to need a basket; that was true, but her reflection did look less strange holding a half-full laundry basket than an armful of clothing. She mentally shrugged. She supposed it didn't matter, as the only other thing that could see her was the unblinking eye of the elevator's security camera.

She stepped out, fished out her keys, walked to her front door, and unlocked it. "Okay, your clothes are dry," she said as she walked in, spying Cayen on the couch on her phone, her glass of wine on the coffee table.

"Thanks," Cayen replied, and Glire sat next to her, offering the bundle. She took it, and gently set it aside on the nearby chair.

"--Oh, I'm sorry, did you want me to turn around or--"

"No, you're good." Cayen started playing with the collar of her borrowed shirt. "I just, uh, figure maybe I won't need it for a while."

Glire paused, and the implications of the statement eventually came to her, though her brain put a giant question mark beside it.

"Are you asking me...?"

"Chloé's gone for the night, she wanted to spend the night at her place. I have nowhere else I need to be. I thought maybe, y'know... if you had room in your bed... I could occupy some of it tonight."

"I see." Glire glanced over at Cayen; her position made the hem of the shirt come up barely past her hips, and when she wasn't looking, Cayen must have undone the top two buttons.

"Glire."

Her gaze snapped up, and she felt herself blush heavily.

Cayen took Glire's hand and guided it to her thigh. "You're allowed to touch me, you know. You don't have to just look."

Glire swallowed, and gently rubbed Cayen's thigh up and down. "I know. I just--"

"I know. You sometimes forget people are attracted to you and want you." She scooted closer, and wrapped her arm around Glire's back.

"Uh-huh. Um... is there somewhere in particular you want to be touched?"

Cayen giggled. "All you wanna do is make me happy," Cayen said, and gently took Glire's hand, guiding it between her legs.

Glire bit her lip, feeling the softness of Cayen's fur give way to coarser pubic hair, and then impossibly soft flesh. She teased along Cayen's labia, and the feline moaned softly.

"That's me. Now... where do you want to be touched?" Cayen asked, settling back on the couch, her fingers walking down Glire's front.

"Oh, that can come later," Glire said, bashfully. "I want to just focus on you for now."
Glire's fingers dipped down to slick theirselves in Cayen's fluids, then back up to rub her clit. "You sure?" She rubbed her cheek against Glire's shoulder. "I want your fingers -- nn, yeah -- but I wanna make you come, too."

Glire took in a deep breath, and her fingers' rhythm faltered a moment. "I, um, I look forward to that. I like giving pleasure when I'm not distracted by receiving it, and vice-versa."

Cayen looked up at Glire with a little curious expression. "Does kissing me count as receiving pleasure?"

"Okay, there are some exceptions."

The kiss started soft, but quickly escalated. Glire's free hand cradled the back of Cayen's head, and she leaned in, her tongue sliding slick and soft against Cayen's. Cayen's tongue semed to want to play with Glire's more than it wanted to be played with, so Glire let hers be passive, and Cayen explored its contours with her own. Glire let her fingers accelerate their rubbing, and Cayen moaned appreciatively into Glire's mouth.

Cayen reached up to take Glire's hand and guide it from her head to her chest; Glire palmed and kneaded a breast, and Cayen arched her back, mewling, clutching onto Glire's thigh.

Glire turned and manoeuvred herself to straddle Cayen's leg, where her body and her hands had less awkward positions to hold. This seemed to suit Cayen, who ran her hands up and down Glire's front, giving the bunny's breasts a good squeeze. Glire sighed into the kiss, and undid the middle two buttons on the blouse so she could slip her hand in.

Cayen's moans reached a fever pitch, and Glire locked in her rhythm, rubbing, kissing, fondling, and Cayen squealed as she came, holding tightly onto Glire and bucking her hips. Glire kept rubbing through the orgasm, kept giving and giving pleasure, until Cayen grabbed her wrist to stop her and broke the kiss. "Okay okay fuck I'm done," Cayen said, her thighs squeezing together.

"Mm, you sure?" Glire teased, halfheartedly trying to break Cayen's grip. "You sure you don't want another one?"

To Glire's delight, the grip on her wrist loosened. "...No..." came Cayen's reply, grinning bashfully at being caught, and Glire gleefully slid her hand between Cayen's legs again.

"Well, you just say when."

"Oh fuck." Cayen lolled her head back, reached back, and held onto the couch. "Oh fuck, that's so good."

"Uh-huh. Just relax and give it to me."

"Aaah, fuck yes, fuck, Glire, fuck right there, ohhh fuck fuck fuck fff--" Cayen's mouth opened wide and her eyes shut tight, and she twitched as she came a second time, squirming and moaning, on Glire's hand. 

Glire slowed down her rubbing this time, but didn't quite stop. "More?"

"Nnnngh..."

Glire resumed her fast rubbing, and Cayen threw her head back. "You know what I love about you?" Glire said over Cayen's moans. "You're a little orgasmotron. I get to make you come over and over and over..."

Cayen's body took this as her cue to trigger her third orgasm, during which she forced herself away from Glire's fingers. "Fuck, when," she said, panting, and Glire let up, putting her hand on Cayen's belly. She could feel the twitching aftershocks in Cayen's muscles.

"Okay," Glire said, and kissed Cayen on the nose. 

"Holy shit. That was ridiculous."

"It was, was it? ...Are you okay?"

"Uh-huh. Fuck, when you asked me for more... hnnngh."

"I think that's what you said at the time, too."

Cayen batted at Glire. "You have the cleanest dirty talk and it's so sexy."

Glire giggled. "Aww, thank you. I like to tease, what can I say."

"'God, Cayen, that was great but now I'm horny as hell, do you want to make me come now?' You could say that."

That made Glire freeze.

"...Well, I don't think I'd phrase it /quite/ like that, and I wasn't going to tax you if you're exhausted--"

"Glire."

"Yes?"

"I'm gonna get a glass of water, and then maybe go to the bathroom. You go to your room and figure out what you want me to do to you. You're getting yours."

Glire ducked her head and chuckled. "Did you just order me into my own room?"

"Well, I could also fuck you in here on the couch, but all your toys are back there." Cayen started wriggling out from underneath Glire. "Either way, lemme go, I'm thirsty."

Instead, Glire launched a surprise attack by going for Cayen's sides, tickling. Cayen burst out in laughter. "Aaah, lemme go!"

"Alright," Glire said after a few more moments, getting up. "Now you may go."

"Jerk," Cayen said with a grin as she escaped, and Glire blew a kiss at her as she left for to the bedroom.

It was only when she got there that it really struck her that Cayen was going to make her come, and she felt a thrill rush into the pit of her stomach.

She opened up her toy box, which suddenly became an embarrassment of riches. Rope, vibrators, handcuffs... certain other implements... she decided she just wanted something simple, and grabbed the ankle and wrist cuffs, the velcro straps, and a bottle of lube... and after a moment's consideration, put the wrist cuffs back and took a spare pillowcase from the linen closet.

She heard the bathroom door close, and figured she had just enough time to tie her legs up... but then, was it too forward to disrobe before Cayen got here? She didn't know if she could deal with being all exposed and half-bound when Cayen walked in.... oh, but it was so much worse to take off clothing in front of someone...

She was still thinking about it when Cayen came in. "So, what'dja think of?" Cayen asked.

"Hm?" Glire said, turning; somewhere along the line, Cayen had shed the shirt, leaving her very nude, and Glire spent a moment just kind of looking. "Oh, um... I just kind of thought of being tied up a bit while you use your hands on me. I just wasn't sure whether I should start preparing before you got here."

"That sounds fun! Aprez-vous," she said, gesturing to the bed. 

"Um, should I, y'know, take off stuff first?"

"I dunno. I can do it if you want."

Glire paused, and bit her lip. "I hadn't thought of that."

Cayen grinned. "Sounds like you like the idea, though." She stepped forward. "How's about you just stay there like that, and I'll..." She was already pulling Glire's blouse out of her skirt.

"Um, yes, okay." Glire tossed the various items in her hands on the bed, and then put them at her sides.

"You're so cute," Cayen said. "Arms up."

Glire complied, and Cayen stripped the blouse from her, tossing it to the side. "I'm just me."

"Yes, and you're adorable." She ran her hands along Glire's chest. "Do you want me to leave this?"

"I, um... actually, I kind of want them off for now. "Just because I... well, I kind of want to feel you up close to me."

"Aww, okay." Cayen moved around back of Glire and undid the bra's clasp, and all of a sudden, Glire's breasts were no longer her breasts, but two soft prosthetics.

"I'll-- I'll get this," Glire shrugged out of her breasts, walking over and placing them on her dresser where she always did.

She turned, and Cayen was giving her a little affectionate smile. "What?" Glire asked. 

"Oh, just... still can't get over you. So cute. And a great back."

Glire ducked her head, smiling. "Oh. Well, um, thank you." She stood with her hands clasped behind her back, and Cayen approached.

"Is it okay if I do the rest?"

Glire nodded. "Yes, of course. I just have a ritual with those."

"Right, I totally understand." Cayen sank to her knees. "Hey, you don't mind if I go out of order, do you?"

"What do you mean, 'out of--'" Glire froze, as Cayen slid her hands up Glire's skirt to find the waistband of her panties.

"This." Cayen tugged them down until they landed on the floor, and Glire stepped out of them.

"A-ah, yes, I mean no, I don't mind."

Cayen giggled. "I didn't think so." She did the same with Glire's skirt, tugging it down and off, and suddenly, Glire was revealed to the bedroom, her shaft happily inflating in front of Cayen's face. "Ooh, looks like someone's eager to get stroked." She waggled her tongue at the tip of Glire's clit.

Glire squirmed. "I-- yes," she mumbled.

"Well, let's get started. Up on the bed, and I'll get you strapped in."

Glire climbed up onto the bed, and got into position in the middle of it. Cayen followed, and quickly got the cuffs around Glire's ankles, and the straps around the bottom two posts of the four-poster bed. "Where's the other two-- oh, wait, you want to use the pillowcase?"

"It looked fun."

"It did look fun." Cayen took the pillowcase, and Glire presented her arms behind her back; she slid the pillowcase up Glire's arms and tucked it up onto her shoulders. "There." She gently pushed Glire back until her back hit the bed. "Comfy?"

"Yes, actually." Glire looked at her arms; there was just enough space in the pillowcase for her arms to be pinned at her sides, held there by her own body. "...mmn."

"Mm?" Cayen reached out and stroked Glire's cheek.

"I'm kind of at your mercy now," Glire said, leaning into Cayen's hand.

"Uh-huh. And I'm not gonna let you go until I've had my way with you."

Glire squirmed in her bonds, and Cayen grinned. "Just one thing to do first..."

Cayen walked on her knees to Glire's feet, and slipped off her shoes; the socks followed, and Glire's feet twitched a moment.

"Sorry, ah, they're a bit sensitive right now," Glire said. 

"Oh they are, are they?"

Alarm bells went off in Glire's head. "Oh no."

"I seem to remember you not letting me up until you got to tickle me. Only fair, right?"

"Well, um, I suppose that is fair, yes, byahahah!"

Cayen's fingertips tickled all along Glire's soles, merciless, and Glire laughed, thrashing in an attempt to get away. Cayen just wrestled one foot under her arm and focused on it, and peals of laughter forced their way out of Glire, her other foot beating on the mattress. A few agonizing moments later, Cayen stopped, only to grab the other foot and start the process all over again.

When Cayen finally relented, Glire was giggling and shaking, planting both feet on the bed to try and protect herself. Cayen grinned and reached up, and suddenly, a moan louder than Glire intended rang out, as Cayen started slowly stroking Glire's clit. "Yeah, did that feel good?" Cayen teased.

"Uh-huh," Glire moaned.

"Does the little bunny wanna come now?"

"Uh-huh."

"Where do you want me?"

"Huh? Oh, um, beside me, maybe...? Cuddled up?"

"Mm, I see." She reached over for the bottle of lube, and poured it over Glire as she stroked, slowly slicking her hand until it glided smoothly over the soft skin of Glire's clit. "I can do that."

Glire moaned, her hips rocking into the stroking, and Cayen cuddled up to Glire's side. "How's that?" Cayen said.

"It's really good," Glire said.

Cayen grinned, starting to establish a slow, firm rhythm, and Glire watched her hand slide up and down a few times, watched the way the skin tugged just a little when her hand changed directions, the way she couldn't make her hips keep pace, they just needed to thrust up out of reflex. "I know a secret about you," Cayen said.

"Uh-huh?"

"Look at me."

Glire did, and Cayen gently closed her free hand over Glire's mouth. Glire visibly submitted, eyes lidding.

"I know you love to do things for people. You like to make sure they have everything they could want without even having to ask. You like to do stuff for people they don't even know they want yet. And that's its own reward. But deep down, I know, just for once, you want someone to come along and do the same thing for you. Just give you exactly what you want so you can just relax and take it. You don't have to admit it. I know it's true. So I'm gonna jerk you off with my hand on your mouth. Don't say a word. Don't move a muscle. Just lie back and come for me."

"Nnnnh," Glire moaned, squirming hard, and nodding.

"That's it, good girl," Cayen said, and sped up her stroking a little. "Don't worry about anything. Just let me make you feel good."

Glire let her eyes close, moaning, feeling her pleasure build; she let it come guiltlessly, trusted that Cayen would take care of her, and oh god, was she ever taking care of her. The feline dipped down and lapped at Glire's nipple, and she began to pull at the straps, bucking erratically into the stroking, pleasure almost reaching its peak. She whimpered out a warning. Cayen lifted her head.

"That's it. Let it all out."

Glire let the orgasm fill her, and her shaft flexed hard before erupting, spurting clear cum all across her chest. Cayen stroked her just to the point of overstimulation, pleasure sparking in her mind, and it filled her, stretched her out, and left no room for anything else for a few long moments. Glire squirmed, twitched, and groaned, lost for a moment in her own little world of pleasure, and Cayen chuckled in her ear.

When it finally subsided, Glire found herself flopping back onto the bed -- her hips had locked mostly forward while she came, and now, she just wanted to sink into the mattress. Cayen leaned forward, and Glire wriggled under Cayen's tongue as she groomed the cum off her, starting at her cheek and working her way down until, groan-inducingly, she got to Glire's clit itself.

"I like that lube," Cayen said, lapping at her fingers. "It doesn't get in the way of the taste of your cum."

"I-- um, well, good." Glire said.

Cayen giggled, and wiggled a finger against the tip of Glire's clit to get the last little bit of cum that had oozed out, and lapping it up with a little eyebrow waggle. "Mm. Anyway, I'll get you unhooked."

Two loud rips and some jangling later, Glire's legs were free, and wth a little half-sit, so were her arms. "Oh god," Glire said. "That was something else."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Um, would you like to get into bed?"

"Oh, yeah, definitely. You need anything before bed? Water?"

Glire slipped under the covers and opened her arms. "You."

"Aww." Cayen slipped in too, and cuddled up to Glire, on her back.

"You, uh, you really had my number with some of the things you were saying."

"I thought I might."

"I mean it, that was... you..."

"I did you a service?"

"...That's one way of saying it," Glire said, ducking her head.

Cayen brushed the hair from Glire's face. "I meant it. 'Cause I, well, I care about you, and I want you to get what you need just as you want everyone else to get what they need, and..."

"Cayen."

"Yeah?"

"I love you too."

Cayen grinned bashfully, and then kissed Glire, and then kissed her again.

"Yeah. That."