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Comfort & Possession	By : Philliwolf52 Category: +S through Z > Thundercats Views: 2808 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4 - Rivalry
Tygra surveyed the cave, pleased beyond measure. It was finally ready! He was both thrilled and anxious at the same time. Would Cheetara approve of this place, of his plans? Now that things had changed between them, he found himself more and more concerned with her approval.
Would she think him too forward in bringing her here, when they both knew what would certainly happen? His smile faltered as he had another troubling thought. Would she think him a lecher?
His smile returned. Surely not. After all, she had expressed her desire for him as well. He could still remember her heated gaze as she saw his naked form for the first time. There was no mistaking she wanted him as much as he did her.
He left the cave after ensuring once and twice more that all the preparations were made. Now he just had to find a way to get the message to Cheetara. That would take cunning, as communications with Clerics, especially of the kind Tygra was initiating, was hard to conceal. But he would find a way.
The tiger discreetly made his way back to the palace to plan.
~~~o0o~~~
Cheetara stretched her arm above her head, relieved to feel the pain and even the residual tightness had all but gone from her shoulder. Now she could go back to her usual schedule. Complete with strenuous activities, she thought with a secret smile.
Surely Tygra would be in touch with her soon? Their last encounter had only intensified her need for him. She didn’t know if she could take much more of this infernal waiting.
How long does it take to make plans anyway? Her frustration was evident as she entered the baths. “Wow…that’s some expression on your face,” noted a fellow Cleric by the name of Tessa. The white tigress was lounging in the steamy, perfumed water.
“It’s nothing. I just have a lot on my mind,” Cheetara replied. As she made her way over to the bath and began to undress, Tessa observed her shoulder.
“You’ve healed nicely. I felt bad for catching you so off guard.” Cheetara doubted that. She and Tessa had maintained a friendly rivalry since she first entered the Clerics. The tigress was formidable on the battlefield, but envied Cheetara’s speed and lightness of foot.
Tessa’s strength and ferocity inspired the same feelings in Cheetara, who was the less aggressive of the two. Cheetara’s advantages were her speed, agility, and her skill at quickly dispatching a target, all before they even realized she was there.
Yet all the Clerics knew that any opponent unfortunate enough to find herself at the receiving end of one of Tessa’s crushing blows would be in quite the bad way, probably dead to be sure.
Though close friends, interactions between tigress and the cheetah were often entrenched more in competition than female bonding. But it was through this competition that they validated themselves as warriors, and that had brought them together in an easy camaraderie.
As she bathed, Tessa watched her. “You sure all is well? I have never seen such a look on your face before.”
Cheetara dipped her head beneath the water, coming back up smoothly. She reached for the herbal soap and began to wash her body and hair. “It’s fine.” She saw Tessa’s doubtful expression. “I promise, okay? I just have a lot of things to do is all, and I’m figuring out how I will actually do them all.”
“Okay,” Tessa replied, letting it rest. “So, do you want to go to the kitchens after this? I’m starving! Jaga had us doing agility drills today, and we hardly had enough time to eat a satisfactory meal.” She stretched languorously.
“Sure, I’ll come as soon as I finish up here,” Cheetara said.
“Great! Then I’ll see you there. I’m going to see if I can catch Cook before she leaves for the evening.” Tessa left the baths and retrieved her clothes as she proceeded to the towel area. Cheetara was finally left alone.
She sighed. Sometimes, it was nice just to be left alone with ones thoughts. And of course, they always seemed to drift to Tygra. She couldn’t wait to see him again. She felt her cheeks warm as she pictured all the delightful things he would do to her.
She remembered the events in his room and in the infirmary. Her hands began to roam as she remembered his hands, his mouth, on her breasts and in other places.
Perhaps it was best not to be alone after all. Doing that would only make things worse. Cheetara quickly washed up, grabbed her clothing, and went the same path Tessa had gone earlier.
As she entered the towel room, she placed her dirty clothes into the hamper kept therein. Spare garments were kept in the room as well, and she donned a tunic and loose breeches to wear to the kitchens after toweling off.
As she was leaving the baths, Cheetara sensed movement out of the corner of her eye. It was a small feline creature, who seemed to be beckoning her. She walked towards him, finally making him out in the dim light. “Why, hello, Snarf!” She petted him affectionately. “I haven’t seen you in quite a while.”
Snarf arched his back in pleasure as she stroked along his spine. He then turned tail and headed back the way he had come, turning just before he was out of sight to look at Cheetara. “Is something wrong?” she called to him.
Snarf simply continued staring until she started to move in his direction. He must want me to follow him.
As she turned the corner to another hall, Cheetara spied Snarf heading out towards the balcony near the rear of the Cleric building. I wonder what this is about…?
As she ventured out onto the balcony, she finally found Snarf, sitting next to a grinning Tygra. He was in his usual casual attire, the blue garment he wore complimenting him perfectly, as always. He looked her over appreciatively.
He then looked down to Snarf. “Thanks, Snarf. I definitely owe you one.” The cat simply mewed before disappearing over the wall, presumably to return to the palace.
“Well, fancy seeing you here,” He drawled as he walked towards Cheetara. “I knew that Snarf would come in handy some time.” He stopped just in front of her, a smirk still playing about his lips.
“What are you doing here?” Cheetara asked, delighted but incredulous. She’d never known anyone to sneak into the Hall of Clerics, and certainly not someone as high profile as a prince of Thundera. “This is a very restricted area.”
“I have my ways,” Tygra replied. “I needed to see you.” He reached forward, grasping her hips as he brought her into his body, his head lowering, eyes focused on her mouth. “Haven’t you missed me?” He rubbed his nose along hers.
Cheetara was just able to utter, “Of course I have--” before Tygra covered her mouth with his own, cutting off the rest of her sentence. His kiss was powerful and deep, and before she knew it, Cheetara felt the familiar sensation that she was falling, her knees having turned to jelly. Luckily his grip held her fast on her feet.
She pulled away just as Tygra’s hands began to roam. “We can’t do this here,” she gasped.
Tygra looked around at the balcony, noting how limited the privacy was. “Indeed. That is why I have come tonight. I wanted to convey the message that all of my preparations have been made.” His eyes danced. “I only have need of you.”
Cheetara tried to contain her extreme elation though she was sure it showed in her eyes. Finally! “So what is the plan?” she asked.
“I need you to meet me in the wood to the West of the palace just past the training grounds tomorrow, after dark. I will be waiting there, and we will travel together.” His eyes darkened as he continued. “Plan to be there for at least three days.”
At least? Cheetara was so lost in her elation she nearly missed that part. “Th-three days?!” she sputtered. “How am I supposed to acquire that kind of free time? With the festival coming up, Jaga has us practicing drills more than ever, and I have already been injured for a time and missed some of the training. I hardly think I have earned the right to shirk my duties, especially now of all moments.”
Tygra was undaunted. “Surely you can think of something.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “You’re a very smart kitty. Tell Jaga you need more time to heal, and you want to visit some special healer or something. Just keep it simple. You’re a senior member of the Clerics. I’m sure he will make an exception for you.”
“Are you encouraging me to lie to Jaga?” Cheetara hesitated at the idea. Jaga was like a father to her after all. Having no clan of her own, she had welcomed the mentorship and love he had provided all these years. The deception itself was not the main issue, as she wanted to be with Tygra more than anything. She realized, to her great shame, that it was Jaga’s disappointment if he should find out that was unbearable to her.
“Not lie per se. Just embellish the truth a bit.” Tygra brought himself to stand before her, lifting Cheetara’s chin, forcing her to look up at him.
“I respect Jaga immensely, believe me. But I need you, Che. I haven’t been able to think of much else than you in my room and what happened at the healer’s place. I have everything we will need, enough for three days…and more. All I know is one night with you will not be enough for me.”
Seeing the near desperation in Tygra’s eyes, Cheetara had to admit she felt the same. “I will do what I can,” she said to his great relief. He swept her into his arms, causing a surprised squeak from her, before whirling her in a quick circle and setting her down.
Time seemed to stop as they stood there embracing, until Cheetara remembered she would be missed.
“I have to go,” she said. “One of my Sisters is waiting for me to meet her.” She hated to leave him, but she knew they would see each other soon. And she had other problems, like thinking of an adequate excuse to miss out on yet more training.
Tygra nodded. “Yes. Get back to it. I’ll see you soon.” He lifted her chin again, planting sweet kisses on her mouth and along her jaw line. “Remember, tomorrow, after dark.” With one last kiss, he was gone, vaulting over the balcony and scaling the walls as if he’d done so routinely.
Shaking her head, Cheetara went to join Tessa, a poorly-hidden smile on her face. The grin stayed as she entered the kitchens.
“And now, an even more interesting expression, Tessa laughed. She was preparing a light meal of assorted of meats, cheeses, and breads. “What changed between the baths and the kitchens, I wonder?”
Cheetara strolled past, not seeing Tessa’s nostrils flare at the scent that came to her. The tigress’ eyes widened for a moment, hardened before she hid her expression behind a smile. “It’s nothing,” Cheetara said. “I’m just refreshed from my bath, and it feels nice. So, what’s on the menu for tonight?”
Tessa continued to smile, the expression not reaching her eyes. “Indeed. Well, I just pulled what I could find from the pantry. Unfortunately, Cook had retired for the night by the time I got here. Shall we?”
The two cats took their seats, making small talk and feeding their hunger before retiring.
~~~o0o~~~
Tygra entered the palace through a side entrance he often used when he wanted his comings and goings to be discreet. As he approached the bedchambers, he encountered Lion-O in the hall.
“Where have you been, Brother?” He asked. “I was hoping we could have a bite and talk. There are so many exciting things I want to tell you. It’s been a long time since we’ve talked last. We don’t seem to really do that anymore.” He gave Tygra room as he sauntered by, seemingly disinterested.
“I don’t see that that is any of your business, Brother,” Tygra sniped. “And I have no interest in hearing you drone on and on about technology. My appetite would be compromised.”
He had more important, more pleasurable things on his mind at the moment. “Shouldn’t you be with Father, learning to be a king? It’s not like you don’t need the training.”
Ignoring Lion-O’s hurt expression, Tygra continued down the hall, but his conscience bid him stop. He really needed to improve his interactions with Lion-O.
After all, he was the older, more mature one, right? Truth be told, Tygra missed the closeness they once shared. That in mind, he took a deep breath and turned back.
“I apologize, Lion-O. I have been busy, and I’m tired. It’s affecting my mood. I had no right to take it out on you. I will retire for tonight, but we will get together and talk soon, I promise.”
Lion-O’s disappointed face lightened. He nodded. “I look forward to it. Good night until then.” With a wave, the young lion turned towards his own room.
Tygra entered his chambers, closing the door and leaning back against it. Looking to the bed, he replayed images of himself and Cheetara over and over, and felt himself growing half aroused at the thought.
He sighed. He’d never been this single-minded before. Looks like I’m not getting much sleep tonight. Another anguished sigh escaped him.
Tomorrow could not come fast enough.
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