It takes time for things to finally settle. Weeks, in fact. At first Jonathon finds himself in London alone while Jed reconnects with her family, and in the mean time she visits him, while the government slowly clears his name with hopefully the eventual purpose of giving it back to him. Until then, at least he's employed, though doing very little, as far as he's concerned. He's truly lonely for the first time in a very long time, he realizes, and on one of their many daily conversations, he mentions jokingly in passing that he's considered getting a cat just to have someone happy to see him when he gets home.
He must have mentioned it more than once, he realizes, when he comes home a little later than he'd intended (he'd been detained with more paperwork... sometimes he reconsiders the merits of just keeping the crimes against his name) and walks in to finds, very happy to see him: a cat.
Almost.
"Jed, darling," he starts, glancing back out the door before closing and locking it soundly. His lips quirk up to one side. "Have you been waiting long?"
Despite him believing so, he's not subtle in the slightest when the topic of pet companionship starts up. It was difficult, despite speaking with him several times a day, to be gone for too long. Reconnecting with her family wasn't as easy as was first intended, her mother proved to be very unforgiving in nature.
So she had the rather bright idea to dress up as a cat for him. Well, kind of. It's ridiculous trying to find a cat costume in February... Then again, if she's going to dress as a cat to help him be less lonely, this wasn't necessarily a bad choice. As it was, she had been lounging on the couch when she heard the keys in the door.
Draping an arm over the back of the couch with her cheek resting against it, Jed smiles at him. "Jonathan," she all but purrs. (Keeping to the character after all.) "Not more than an hour, but it's dreadfully boring here without you."
He couldn't stop slow grin over his face if he wanted to, there was no one else here to witness it, and she deserved to see how much it meant to him. There was still a part of him, however, that wished to tell her she didn't need to do silly things to please him... but that was presently overridden by how very much he found himself appreciating this particular silly thing. Even her voice was that purr he only heard in certain lighting.
Setting his bag on the table by the door, and shrugging off his jacket, he can't take his eyes off her.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting," he apologizes, resisting the urge to clear his throat, to lose the game so quickly, and strides for the couch, sitting down just at her feet. He wraps his hand around her ankle gently for a moment, then releases, slides his open palm up her calf before he cups her knee, then slides his hand back down.
"No toys to play with?" he can't help but ask, his grin somewhere between rakish and delighted, never mocking.
The grin was all she needed to see. All she does is watch him as he shrugs off his jacket and sets his things down. She twists, more laying on the couch than sitting as he joins her on the couch. "Apology accepted," Jed assures him, unable to control the giggle bubbling up as his hand slides up her calf and back down.
She breathes out a little and shifts to sit up, her lips curving to match his grin. "Why would I do that when you were going to be home soon?" she answers, eyes twinkling. "You're better than any toy I could find."
For a moment he grins so hard his eyes threaten to water, unused to such a display of emotion. His hand is on her foot now, first to caress and then to tickle the sole of her foot.
"I'll admit, I'm glad you didn't start without me," he says, expression sobering as his voice lowers, as his gaze slides slowly along slick leather, from her toes to the tips of the ears on her headband, taking it all in, memorizing the gorgeous picture.
"What would you like to play?" His hand slides up the underside of her thigh this time. He has a few ideas, but he knows she must, too, if she chose this kind of costume. And he has every intention of drawing it out to show exactly how much he loves it. Her.
It takes a lot of will-power for Jed not to kick her foot as he tickles it, though she does flinch and let out a louder laugh. Sitting up gives her the perfect angle to lean in and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "That wouldn't have been any fun," she coos, leaning back to give him a better look at her outfit of choice.
Jed hums as his hand slides up under her thigh and raises her eyebrow. It takes little maneuvering, and she's sad to move away from his hand, but she pulls herself into his lap with her knees on either side of his hips. "Well..." she drawls, pressing closer to him. "Seeing as I'm your pet-"
She pauses and grins wickedly, nose to nose. "I think it should be your choice."
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He must have mentioned it more than once, he realizes, when he comes home a little later than he'd intended (he'd been detained with more paperwork... sometimes he reconsiders the merits of just keeping the crimes against his name) and walks in to finds, very happy to see him: a cat.
Almost.
"Jed, darling," he starts, glancing back out the door before closing and locking it soundly. His lips quirk up to one side. "Have you been waiting long?"
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So she had the rather bright idea to dress up as a cat for him. Well, kind of. It's ridiculous trying to find a cat costume in February... Then again, if she's going to dress as a cat to help him be less lonely, this wasn't necessarily a bad choice. As it was, she had been lounging on the couch when she heard the keys in the door.
Draping an arm over the back of the couch with her cheek resting against it, Jed smiles at him. "Jonathan," she all but purrs. (Keeping to the character after all.) "Not more than an hour, but it's dreadfully boring here without you."
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Setting his bag on the table by the door, and shrugging off his jacket, he can't take his eyes off her.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting," he apologizes, resisting the urge to clear his throat, to lose the game so quickly, and strides for the couch, sitting down just at her feet. He wraps his hand around her ankle gently for a moment, then releases, slides his open palm up her calf before he cups her knee, then slides his hand back down.
"No toys to play with?" he can't help but ask, his grin somewhere between rakish and delighted, never mocking.
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She breathes out a little and shifts to sit up, her lips curving to match his grin. "Why would I do that when you were going to be home soon?" she answers, eyes twinkling. "You're better than any toy I could find."
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"I'll admit, I'm glad you didn't start without me," he says, expression sobering as his voice lowers, as his gaze slides slowly along slick leather, from her toes to the tips of the ears on her headband, taking it all in, memorizing the gorgeous picture.
"What would you like to play?" His hand slides up the underside of her thigh this time. He has a few ideas, but he knows she must, too, if she chose this kind of costume. And he has every intention of drawing it out to show exactly how much he loves it. Her.
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Jed hums as his hand slides up under her thigh and raises her eyebrow. It takes little maneuvering, and she's sad to move away from his hand, but she pulls herself into his lap with her knees on either side of his hips. "Well..." she drawls, pressing closer to him. "Seeing as I'm your pet-"
She pauses and grins wickedly, nose to nose. "I think it should be your choice."