Sharon and Tybalt (11/16)

[om_catseye]

Tybalt teases Sharon about sneaking around the boys dorms. Cat snuggles ensue.



At first it had been a passing coincidence. Then it had been a cursory note. Then it had become a curiosity and Tybalt had decided he cared enough to actually pay attention. And finally, after a few days of quiet observation, his suspicion was confirmed. Sharon was sneaking into the boys' wing of the school. Not just once, but often. And into different rooms too! Tybalt loved a good secret, loved it too much to keep it to himself. But of course gossiping or ratting Sharon out would be gauche. Which only left one course of action: Tybalt started slinking purposefully around the school, hopping from shadow to shadow when need be. He was going to go find Sharon.

Sharon was avoiding homework and responsibility. After some wandering she'd curled up on a couch with her tablet, sketching idly. When a cat appeared out of the shadows she arched a brow and peered at him. "Hello, Tybalt," she greeted.

The cat sauntered out of the shadow under the coffee table with his tail held high and tomcat swagger in full effect. Purring loudly, Tybalt hopped up onto the armrest of the couch. he wanted to talk, but peeking over Sharon's shoulder at what she was doing on the tablet was easier while he was smaller. Only once he'd satisfied his curiosity did he hop onto one of the other couches and turn human, going from comfortably curled up cat to comfortably sprawled young man. "Hello yourself. Having fun?"

Sharon nudged him with her foot, tangling her ankle against his. Didn't matter if they were people right now, she liked having other cats around, and he reminded her of times when she lived with many more cats. "Entertaining, some. Quiet night."

Ooh, now there was a good segue. Tybalt grinned wolfishly (okay, tomcattishly. But he hadn't succeeded in making that expression a thing yet). He batted her back affectionately with his foot, much as he might have done if the limb was a paw. "Oh really? Quiet nights seem like something you don't get a lot of."

She tilted her head. "Following me?" She asked curiously. "Or guessing?"

"Neither." Tybalt drawled back. "Well, okay maybe I was following you a little bit." And of course the correction came without any trace of shame. "But only to confirm my suspicions. Really, you can't blame me for being curious when you spend so much time in the boy's dorm. And in so many different rooms too."

She batted Tybalt with her tail. "Friends there. Used to stay with Steve, but he's home now. Don't like to sleep alone."

"Who does?" Tybalt asked diffidently. "I am however surprised by the frequency at which you don't. And impressed by the variety of the foreign beds you're welcome in."

She shrugged. "People like cats. Sadly Cecil's new roommate is allergic."

"Is this really merely a kitty sleeping on the pillow scenario? Because that would be enormously disappointing." It probably wouldn't be that bad, given how amused Tybalt sounded.

She nudged his ankle again, laughing. "Digging for gossip? Silly cat."

"Pshh." Tybalt snorted. "I mostly want to know if my fellow male students have to good taste to at least make a pass at someone as attractive as you are."

"You're cute," Sharon teased. "Why just fellow male students? You set limits?"

"Don't be ridiculous. I just have no reason to suspect that you're involved with any of the girls. Well, of course now I do, but not before." Tybalt flashed her a quicksilver glimpse of sharpened incisors as he smirked. "Which is a delicious little tidbit. I certainly don't set limits, but I thought you might. Bisexuality isn't exactly the cat default now is it?"

"Always different," Sharon said simply. "People expect too much." She put her tablet down on the table and then turned and sprawled against Tybalt, snuggling in a tangle against him.

Given that Tybalt shifted to make them both more comfortable, he clearly didn't mind Sharon getting up into his personal space. "So, will you tell me who makes the list of your illustrious inner circle, or am I going to have to keep snooping?"

Sharon snuggled, pleased that Tybalt made room for her. "Small circle," she said. "Still very new. Diaval probably doesn't mind gossip. Clearly doesn't mind snogging at parties. Very good raven."

"Ah, so the rest of them want it kept secret?" Tybalt sounded mildly disappointed to have his curiosity thwarted. Still, he couldn't be too upset. he was too comfortable for that. Having someone to snuggle up with without having to actually admit to it was far too pleasant. "At least Diaval is good looking. He and I haven't really spoken."

"He's lovely," Sharon agreed. "And don't know about secret, but like privacy, so would probably ask first before telling gossipy cats."

Tybalt idly petted Sharon's hair, in a similar sort of motion he might use if she were in cat form. "Can I at least tease the ones I've already figured out?" The attempt at wheedling an exception was halfhearted at best.

She rumbled with amusement and leaned into his touch. "Maybe. Who you think?"

"Well, Diaval had certainly made the list. I would say I'm pretty certain about Vance too. Possibly also Vance's roommate. Unless he's exceptionally tolerant. What was his name again?"

Sharon huffed. "Harry? No. Have agreement not to shed on his clothes."

"That's probably for the best. He looks like he might be too intense for his own good. Though I suppose that can be fun too. But now you are going to have to come clean. Is it really ALL just cat form behind closed doors?" Tybalt knew he probably shouldn't pry. But when had that ever stopped him? Tybalt propped his free arm under his head to make it a little bit more comfortable to look down at Sharon.

She reached and slipped her fingers into Tybalt's hair, ruffling and leaving it askew. "No, but mostly just snuggling, reading, and sleeping. Don't even sleep over with Diaval."

"If you say so." Tybalt shrugged, a diffident gesture that was a bit spoiled by the way he tilted his head into her gesture and hummed under his breath. "So that's Steve, Cecil, Diaval and Vance. Am I missing anyone? Since you mentioned a lack of gender discrimination."

Sharon left her fingers in his hair, scritching softly. "Steve is family," Sharon said. "Adopting me soon. Cecil was his roommate. Spend a night with Clint, and now Dorian. Sometimes Ianto and Daniel let me stay over, but kind of afraid of girls, only okay with cats. Ianto reads very good books. Only in girls dorms for the room and stay with Rahne at least on Mondays when get back from weekend at home."

"You actually have a schedule?" That got a laugh from Tybalt, a proper one rather than his usual sardonic chuckle. "You really have a good deal set up here. I'm actually a little jealous."

She snorted. "Only schedule on Mondays and weekend, so Rahne isn't surprised to see me. Roulette for other nights. If you want more snuggling, suggest looking cute and staying a cat." She threaded her fingers through his hair again. "Though I'd take you like this."

It wasn't meant to be funny, but Tybalt sure seemed to find her statement amusing. "Has anyone introduced you to the concept of the double entendre?" Tybalt grinned and wrapped his free arm around Sharon for a one armed hug.

"Enlighten me." She might already know the term, but didn't often pay attention to when she fell into one.

Tybalt seemed more than happy to explain. "A double entendre is when your words could be taken to mean two different things. And usually one of those meanings is dirty." His grin turned sly and he continued. "In this case, I'd take you could also be a euphemism for you'd have sex with me."

She fwapped him with her tail. "Cute, but not that cute."

Tybalt laughed at the thwap and teasingly poked Sharon in the side. "You were the one who said it." Clearly the pseudo-rejection didn't bother him.

She squirmed back against him. "Too many meanings. I'll tolerate you. Better?"

"I can accept that as a compromise. After all, what more can one expect from a cat?"

"Exactly," Sharon agreed. She captured one of his hands and clasped it with both of hers, snuggling against until she was perfectly comfortable.

"You know, if you need further variation, I don't think Teon will even complain about shedding. I promise to keep the double entendres to a minimum." Tybalt looked up at the ceiling briefly, but only so he could add some sly to his sideways look.

"Okay," Sharon said, ignoring all leering, and taking that at face value. "If the King of Cats is a gentleman, then will happily sleep over."

"When have I ever been any less than that?" Tybalt asked airily. He paused and considered for a moment. "I promise, the offer is entirely platonic and without any obligation attached to it. I find myself in the awkward position of actually caring about your opinion. Which puts you in an extremely exclusive circle."

Sharon nuzzled him, curling her tail around his leg. "Cats stick together. Happy being your friend, Tybalt."

"Unsurprisingly the feeling is mutual." That was more than enough sincerity, Tybalt had pretty much just used up a 6 month supply there. So instead of letting the moment go, he looked down at her tail and chuckled. "Tail hugs certainly make for a unique show of affection. Maybe there is actually something I like more about your powers than mine."

She smiled. "Good for balance." She snuggled him comfortably.

"And for distinctiveness." Which was definitely the higher priority in Tybalt's book. He idly scratched behind Sharon's ears, just to see if that got the same reaction as with an actual cat.

It might not be the same sensation as when she was a cat, but it was still a pleasing one, and Sharon purred a steady rumble of approval.