Addicted to the things you do between the sheets
11-12-2014, 11:11 PM
His leg connected solidly with her teeth, sending a jarring feeling through his limb and joints as her teeth wrapped around his leg. She would lean into him, hoping to topple him backwards but he had a different idea. Using his one foreleg draped over her back he would attempt to hook it around her ribs and use her momentum against her. As she shoved into his chest he would allow himself too drop like a sack of potatoes, attempting to pull her down with him by her rip and by her face should it remained attached to his jaws. He would attempt to drag her down with him, trying to roll her into him so she would land with her back into his chest. If successful he would slacken his body, dropping complete and utter dead weight. "Oh no! I've fallen and I cannot get up!" He would say, flopping a useless forepaw (that was not in her mouth) over his head as if he had fainted. Okay, this was probably the worst idea ever. Would it further piss Cat off? Yes. Would he have fun doing it? Of course! He would keep his eyes closed, feigning sickness or dizziness. He didn't know what he was faking, all he knew was he was kinda done with fighting. It was time for some fun. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE |