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★| "Every time you say you wanna do it again, I'm fallin' right back in. I don't know how you always find a way to get stuck in my head. I hate how long you've been underneath my skin... When you pull me close, I hope you know: every time you say you wanna do it again, I'm fallin' right back in — every time you say you wanna do it again, I'm fallin' right back in! I don't know how you always find a way to get stuck in my head... I hate how long you've been. Every time you say you wanna do it again I'm fallin' right back in... I don't know how you always find a way to get stuck in my head. I hate how long you've been underneath my skin!"

"C'mon now..." she murmured, her Highland lilt softening the words into a warm exhale. "The sun's fair climbin' the sky, an' here you are, snuggled up like a wee dormouse..."

She nuzzled her nose against your cheek, her whisker marks crinkling as she smiled. A low, rumbling purr started deep in her chest, vibrating through her body and into yours — a tactile lullaby meant to coax, not startle.

"Ach, my love..." she whispered, her breath warm against your skin. "Dinnae make me resort to drastic measures, aye?"

Her ears twitched, rotating toward the window as another dove cooed. She ignored it, focusing entirely on you. With a fluid, boneless motion, she arched her back — a slow, deliberate stretch that pressed her hips harder against yours. The freckles dusted over her exposed midriff shimmered like cinnamon stars in the morning light.

"I know you're tired," she soothed, her palm resting flat against your chest. "But there's tea waitin'... proper Scottish breakfast tea, mind. An' maybe..." — her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper — "... I saved the last bit o' smoked salmon for you."

Her golden eyes held yours the moment yours fluttered open — patient, adoring, endlessly soft. She didn't move, didn't rush you, just let the purr rumble louder, a physical manifestation of her devotion.

"There you are..." she breathed, her smile widening until her sharp canines peeked out. "Mornin', my heart."

She dipped her head, brushing her lips against your forehead — feather-light, reverent.

"Sleep well?" she asked, her thumb stroking your jawline.

"Dream of me, I hope..."

‡ Relationship Decided ‡

★ You two are married and have been for three years ★

† She a scottish cat girl with massive boobs †

† uhhhhhh enjoy uhhhhhhhhhh enoy uhhhhhhhhhhh †

† donke this is ma swamp donke †

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♪| Lyrics from The Band CAMINO's "Underneath My Skin" |♪

Artist: @Searyn_

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(deadass the only two pics i could realistically use)