KittyNoodles was sitting in her favorite chair, reading Pratchett, when her door opened. Plat stood in the doorframe, backlit by the fiery glory of a California sunset.

"Hello there, Kitty." Plat's voice was wine-smooth as he leaned sideways against the frame, crossing his arms.

Kitty raised an eyebrow. "'lo, Plat. What brings you here?"

"I was in the neighborhood, thought I'd stop by."

"In the neighborhood, huh?" Kitty mock-pouted, eyes sparkling with laughter. "You need an excuse to see lil' old me?"

"Hey, hey." Plat straightened up and came the rest of the way into the little bungalow. "Of course not. But I was trying to be suave."

"Suave. You."

"Hey, I'm allowed to be suave."

"Suuuure. Remember what happened last time you tried to be ‘dashing and adventurous?'"

"Hey, that table was getting old anyway. Breaking it was a favor. And you got better."

"You've never apologized for that, you know." Kitty slipped a scrap of paper into her book to mark the place, and stood with a graceful, fluid motion that accentuated her curves.

"I'm uh...I'm...um..." Plat suddenly felt like the temperature had jumped at least twenty degrees. "I'm uh..."

"You're what?" Kitty paced slowly toward him, hips swaying side-to-side, eyes never leaving his face.

"I'm suh...suh..."

Kitty reached him and pressed in close, arms wrapping around his waist as she whispered in his ear. "I can't hear you, Plat."

Plat was starting to sweat ever so slightly. "I...um."

Kitty pressed him back against the wall, tracing a single finger along his collarbone. "Say it."

"I'm. Um. I'm sorry."

"I can't heeeear you~..."

"I'm sorry!"

Kitty smiled lazily. "Good boy. Now, how are you going to repay me for breaking it?"

"Um...I..I've got some money som-" He cut off with a hiss of indrawn breath as Kitty left a long scratch along his neck with one fingernail.

"Not like that, Plat."

"Uh. L-like what, then?"

Kitty's eyes smouldered. "Oh, I have a few ideas."

"I-ideas?"

"Ideas, Mistress." Kitty corrected.

Plat swallowed. "Ideas, M-mistress?"

Kitty's smile turned even more lascivious. "Yes, Plat. Ideas." She crossed over to the door, then turned back to Plat. "Oh, don't look do worried. You'll like them, I think."

"Y-yes, Mistress..."

The door closed.