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After Work Hours	By : Zycho32 Category: +1 through F > Cats Don't Dance Views: 3660 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Cats Dont Dance, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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AUTHOR'S NOTES: The characters in this story are copyright Warner Bros. It’s very doubtful that the characters involved would do this if they were real in any form aside from on paper. This is just what I’d like to see for myself. And if you people think I’m straying a bit too far from feline physiology, well I feel sorry for the fools who have to be stingy about such petty stuff.

"After Work Hours"
By Zycho32

Twisting, moving, stepping to the beat of the music as well as the responding beat of your partner. Both have to work in perfect synchronization with the music as well as each other for this to be successful. Dancing is as much art as fencing and chess is, without all the unnecessary competition added to it, as Sawyer would often point out to him.

Then again, parts of that wisdom didn’t matter to Danny. He never heard of fencing in his life, and chess was something he was awful at, but he could appreciate what she had said about dancing. That’s really all that it was.

And both of them were very good at it too. Perhaps that why they weren’t faltering down the stretch despite the really dipshit director in charge. This guy’s logic was as follows; if practice is held for several hours overtime, perhaps three or four hours, we can shave practice time from three weeks to just one and get done much sooner. All that worked fine in theory, but it was easy to assume nobody really liked the idea in actual practice.

They hadn’t fucked each other in a week and that was well on their minds. Every time this week when they finally finished with the workday, both of them just went home and into bed, lacking any energy to spend on each other, which they would have done as soon as possible if they could. Even now it appeared they were going to have to wait until the next day to do it.

They would wait, of course. But it’s doubtful any of them could escape the naked truth; waiting sucks so much.

The style they played was a much closer style than before, certainly a surprise for the both of them. Somehow, they made it work, loving the feel of it somehow. And it certainly reflected well with the spectators who watched this unfold. They all could admit these two were good no matter what the style.

He twirled her all around him, then swiftly pulling her towards him, right leg stretched forward, right arm curled around her slender waist while his other hand was stretched behind him in his finale pose. She followed at the same time with one of her legs positioned to balance her from falling on her back. Both of her arms on his shoulders, draped lazily on them in such a casual manner.

She licked her lips with the enjoyment of close face contact, separated by only centimeters, while their bodies were pressed against each other, as the script required.

He couldn’t blame her for what she just pulled, even though it set him totally on fire in the process. All he could do was start dwelling from memory about the second time they had sex…..

Somehow, he found it easy to sit on her couch and talk to her about what had happened last night. Why wasn’t he scared? He ought to have been. Just last night he fucked his female companion sitting next to him not even three feet away, and both of them are treating this as something…..casual?

“Danny?” “Yes Sawyer?” “Is it possible for what happened last night to be done again?”

He calmly looked directly at her under the brim of his straw boater, which he somehow forgot to remove earlier. That had to have been a really rhetorical question, there was no other way around it. “That would depend on you and I and what we thought about it.” He responded, in a vain effort to seem as smart as she did.

In response to his answer, she tackled him onto the couch, sitting on him and stradding him as she plucked his hat from his head and twirled it around her index finger. “We should do that again just to make sure.” Was all she said before she tossed the hat away and kissed him.

The boater remained discarded for the rest of the night.

She licked her lips in joy as she felt their climaxes start to fade away. She managed to sit up with a slow effort, purring at the sensation of being impaled. Straddling his lap while he’s inside you certainly gives you a hard yet pleasurable feeling poking against your stomach.

His hands were slowly stroking her hips and rear in downward strokes, his tail playing lazily with hers in the aftermath of orgasm. He looked up at her suddenly radiant face and couldn’t help but smile with her. What they just experienced was nothing short of magnificent.

She then moved her upper body down onto him and kissed him. He returned the tender kiss, muffling the purring from both of them as they felt at ease with one another. It was quite obvious what the answer was.

If they both loved it, and it hurt no one, where was the harm in this?

“Okay people, listen up! Since it’s the weekend and all, we’re stopping practice an hour early tonight!”

Danny was driven out of his recollections by the comments from the director and the cheers from the crew and other assorted minions, who had to be relieved at this. He certainly felt that way too. Despite a high threshold of tolerance, even this tabby had to admit the guy pissed him off a good bit.

Was it the long hours? The grueling work? The painstaking attention to detail, despite the terrible analysis this guy did? The mentality of a slave driver? The ego the size of Cleveland?

Actually he was more pissed with the fact he was kept from enjoying himself and her at the same time, but maintaining near constant body contact. DAMN him for that one! He had a perfectly good mind to start slugging the guy as soon as he got the chance.

But all that is behind him. Now he had a great night in mind with, in his eyes, the most beautiful feline in the city. Would it matter if this great night was spent in only one exact area with only one exact activity? Heck no!

He got cleaned up and into some fresh clothes, thankful the work was being done in those lightweight dance costumes, practice apparel before you put on the actual thing. He went to get his boater before he left to try and catch up with Sawyer, perhaps walk her home and save him the trouble of walking all the way from his apartment to her house.

The note that was placed inside his hat had simple instructions to meet a certain someone in the costume area as quickly as possible. The ‘S’ signature on the note was unmistakable, and so was the handwriting.

Why on earth did Sawyer want to see him here and now?

He got the feeling, as he proceeded to the costume area and remembering the third time they had sex, that he knew the reason why.

This was the possessive way to do it, she figured. She was on her hands and knees on the couch as Danny humped her from behind, hands griping firmly on her hips. All she could do was push back against him, starting to feel the familiar burn inside herself, much to her delight.

The idea of possession passed his mind as well as he thrust against her over and over, in and out, his waist constantly meeting her very tempting rear with each stroke, the pressure inside him ready to burst again as he strove for it desperately. It barely registered in his mind that she was calling for him to join her in climax.

The idea of possessing her sounded completely ridiculous, his last thought before his mind caved in.

They froze as one on the couch, moaning loudly as their orgasms mixed in a heated rush against one another, shaking and shivering with joy as it finally ended and left both of them in a bond of contentment and something unknown yet strong. His upper body fell against hers in complete exhaustion as they both purred in rapture.

Vagina filled completely with his penis, mind swimming in bliss, and hot love churning and boiling deep inside her womb… life couldn’t possibly get any better than this, she decided as her arms and legs finally gave out and they slumped onto the couch as one. He began to nuzzle her cheek tenderly, and she smiled at that as her hands found his and held onto them.

That’s when he froze. “Oh no…”

“What is it?” She asked, murmuring it to him. He hadn’t separated any part of his body from her, nor was he about to. What good would it do now anyway?

“I…I just…” He stammered. It didn’t matter, because she felt she knew what he was so worried about.

“You just came in me?” She asked. She got a weak “Yes” in reply as she moved to try and get a bit more of him back inside her. “So?” She asked again. She loved it when he came in her….it felt like being loved, in some odd way.

“Um, Sawyer…I don’t think your acting career would start off good if you got pregnant.” He replied, already expecting her to sit up and let him have it with a violent barrage of verbal and physical abuse which would destroy everything.

Instead she laughed lightly, maybe even giddily. He was perplexed at what she could find that was so blasted funny at this point in time.

Even in memory, Danny still found her explanation of a felines physiology very perplexing to say the least. How such a biological system could be devised was beyond him…then again, so was gardening.

It works something like this. For about a good six months in a year, a female cat will be perfectly capable of becoming pregnant, and while luck is still involved in the conception, constant effort will undoubtedly bring eventual success.

But the other six months were spent in a long menstrual cycle that didn’t fit the term. For six months the female is absolutely barren, as if the ovaries were completely closed off. There was occasional bleeding as the unfertilized eggs were expelled, but only for a while, then it just stopped.

And add the fact that Sawyer said she just recently got into her period cycle…..

Nearly six months of worriless sex. Could Danny actually get bored of it during that time?

It didn’t surprise him that he thought no, it only surprised him that he could actually think about the subject.

And he was surprised again when he found himself somehow lost in rows of costumes.

He vaguely remembered some kind of accident with the storage areas where these costumes were really supposed to be. Rather than take a serious hit with a hurried repair job, it was decided by the higher powers to relocate the supply somewhere. It was decided they would occupy this studio since it wasn’t of use just yet.

Well, best thing to do is look for a wall and get my bearings on my locat- AAACKK!!!

Okay, so being tugged into a box of clothes wasn’t exactly the best thing to do.

“I really do apologize for this Danny…but I can’t wait.” Alright, so maybe it WAS the best thing to do, especially if Sawyer is the one that pulls me in.

“Neither can I.” He admitted before turning himself around and kissing her passionately. She couldn’t return the kiss for the first few seconds until her hands carefully closed the box from within. Doesn’t everyone need their privacy?

Her eyes widened in shock, but that didn’t last long as she felt herself purr in response to his hand playfully reaching into her pants and playing with her down there. Their lips still connected, she let her hands reach into his pants and grab him. His eyes widened in shock, and then crossed as he stiffened for a bit in pleasure.

She was quite gifted with her hands, it seems.

He grinned as he carefully removed her pants, having already adjusted to the darkness of the box. Then his own pants came off as he pressed against her, never penetrating, but constantly brushing her back and forth as his lips worked on her neck and his hand played with lazy strokes down her thigh and her rear which felt to her like she was being set on fire.

One. Damn. Week. And now they wanted to fuck each other’s brains out in a pile of Studio costumes. Quite the trip, one must say.

She was helpless, she really was. Her body was blaze with every contact with his, all centered down on their privates rubbing hard against each other. All she could do was clutch at his back with her arms and grab his tail with hers, but even that wasn’t enough to satisfy the animalistic urge from within…there was no way it could be enough. “Oh…Danny, please….please….” She whispered desperately into his ear, almost whimpering from her desire and lust, which was boiling out of control.

“Tell me Sawyer…” He whispered back into her ear. He loved how sweet her name sounded when whispered, and somehow he wanted her own sweet voice to say something that should never be said from her own lips.

“Please…fuck me.” She whispered back, sounding almost ready to cry out for him.

Those very words sparked a surge from within him as he went and thrust deep into her, right up to the very hilt of himself. Her head was thrown back as she grinned in relief and rapture of being filled again. For an indefinate period of time within the dark box, the lovers silently enjoyed the feel of one another in a connection having been denied for quite some time.

Then one of them began to move, the other following almost immediately.

They grasped at one another as if the very loss of contact would make the other vanish completely from them, writhing, twisting, groaning in their combined passions as they thrust against each other in a mutual search for orgasm that evaded them for a whole entire week.

Sawyer could feel the build-up knot her stomach tightly as she desperately grasped Danny in a need to explode. He was nowhere near his own climax, but he could feel her start towards hers, so he drove himself even harder within her to send her up her peak. He loved hearing her gasps and moans as she crept closer and closer towards the edge.

She tightened herself all around him as her arms and legs grabbed him to keep him there as she actually screamed in joy. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her hands clutching his back and his head, her tail stiffening as it was wrapped around by his.

Her climax finally, mercifully ended as she felt a feeling of contentment and euphoria invade her mind, dulling it is a somehow pleasant way.

Then she felt Danny still moving into her and tightened herself on him to help him along. He still hadn’t climaxed yet.

For the life of him, Danny was never able to recall just what Sawyer whispered to him in those moments as he strove for his own climax, but how HOT did she seem, whispering lustful words, words that never should have belonged to such a creature as herself, as pure as she looked. Absolutely dirty words were spoken with that delicious voice of hers, words that jolted all the way through his body and out of his own penis as he humped her even harder than before. The desire to shoot had increased with each thrust and with each pull in and out of her. He wanted very, very, VERY much to shoot creamy bursts of passion all the way up within her depths, filling her to the point of being overflowed.

He stiffened, shivered, screaming out in one sharp cry as his eyes widened in wild rapture. He shot all right, shooting many bursts of his seed all the way up into her womb, her hungry squeezing making him shoot even harder into her as he struggled to keep a possessive grasp on her as she squeezed him everywhere.

“Ahhhh…creamy…” She whispered into his ear as he was still shooting inside her, her rich voice feeling like music to his ears and another hot jolt down into his loins as his climax was prolonged for a few moments longer.

She purred as he was coming down from his high, a ridiculous smile upon his face, his eyes crossed and then closed as he rested against her comforting hold upon him. “We really needed that…” Was all that she could say.

“Yes…” Was his only response as she finally slumped down onto the costumes, he following suit right away.

For the longest time, the two lovers lied there within the box, him on her, purring and cuddling with one another. Once again, there was that peculiar sense of a bond between them, but by now they were used to it, actually enjoying the feeling of comfort and serenity that came from it.

“..do you think we should get out of this box before they lock up the studios and we’re stuck here?” Danny half-asked, half-mumbled. As much as he loved the idea of falling asleep here with her, he didn’t enjoy the idea of being trapped without any escape, especially with a free weekend in store. This meant they’d be in here for at least 2 whole days.

“In a moment. They don’t close until later.” She replied, snuggling up a little closer against him.

This time, neither minded waiting. Not one damn bit.

THE END

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