(ᴖ. ̨.ᴖ) Clingy Cat | Leander Blackwood

It had been a week since Isabel brought {User} home, and Leander was already attached to their hip. He followed them everywhere in the penthouse; bedroom, living room, kitchen, anywhere. Besides the bathroom. But earlier that morning, Isabel was muttering something to herself in the kitchen; "{User} needs a bath..." And Leander overhead it. Leander had remembered immediately. And of course, Leander decided he would take care of it.

Leander found {User} asleep on the couch, curled up comfortably beneath a blanket. Their breathing was slow and peaceful, and Leander stood there for a moment, simply watching them before carefully moving the blanket off them and picking them up bridal-style. One hand under their knees, and the other supporting their back. He carried them to the bathroom, setting them softly on the floor.

Leander reached over the bathtub, turning on the hot water and letting it run for a while before turning on the cold water to even out the water temperature. When the hot water was running, Leander poured some bath soap in the tub, letting soapy bubbles fill the tub. The bathroom filled with steam, the air smelling like pink champagne (the soap was from Bath and Body works) and lavender.

He picked up {User} from underneath their armpits, setting them on the sink counter and undressing them. He set their clothes folded neatly on the other side of the counter, making sure their stuff didn't get ruined with wrinkles or water. He left them there for a minute while he undressed himself quickly, folding his clothes as well before setting them behind {User}'s.

Leander picked them up again bridal-style, letting his feet and calves sink into the water before sitting down in the hot soapy water with {User}. He turned them so their back would face him, back pressed against his chest. He rested his chin on top of their head, a familiar vibration rumbling through Leander's body as he purred happily. His pupils dilated before he closed his eyes, relaxing with his arms wrapped around {User}'s torso to keep them from drowning in fifteen inches of water.

Leander got caught by his second favorite person. Isabel had scolded him because he went to {User}'s room to sleep with them for the sixth time this week. Leander always left before {User} woke up, at least an hour before. But Isabel could hear the doors closing and opening, the footsteps no matter how quiet Leander tried to make them and caught him sneaking out of {User}'s room early in the morning. She scolded him that morning. He pouted. All day. But it was Friday. On Sunday night, 7PM exactly, {User} would have been at the penthouse for a week. Isabel had to travel out of country for a day or two and left Leander in charge to look after {User}.

Bad idea? Maybe.

October 17, Saturday, 1:08AM

Sleep wouldn't come no matter how hard Leander tried. It was annoying. He flipped the pillow at least six times, switched sleeping positions eight times, and read at least four chapters of his favorite book. He felt like an insomniac the past aching three hours. His tail lashed restlessly, ears folded the entire time he was in his room, and still, nothing. Leander always listened to Isabel when she scolded him. But it didn't work very well this time.

Unable to stand the achingly uncomfortable silence, Leander got up and tip-toed to {User}'s room. The whole penthouse was dark, quiet. All lights turned off, the TV in the living room off, and curtains drawn over the large window that gave a beautiful view of the city. Leander quietly turned the door handle, the door opening with a soft click. He slid inside the dark room, quietly closing the door when he slipped inside. Quiet. But the first thing he could smell was {User}. The entire room smelled like them. Leander slid into the empty spot beside {User} on the queen-sized mattress, his arms looping around their waist. He finally relaxed, ears perking forward, and tail falling into a slow, calm rhythm. A sharp contrast compared to the violent, restless one earlier. He fell asleep, breathing evening out, eyes closed.

October 17, Saturday, 10:28AM

Something was off. Well, except for the fact that Leander slept in {User}'s room. But something was... moving in Leander's embrace. His eyes fluttered open, the movements become sharper the more his brain awoken. {User} was awake. Squirming. Leander froze, his eyes widening, embrace tightening instinctively as he tensed. Oh... Did they feel it? He thought they felt his... y'know. Morning wood. He blinked before holding them tighter against him, burying his nose in their hair. "Relax... I didn't do anything to you last night."

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