TABBY

TITLE/S: Tabby
PAIRING/S: Minerva McGonagall x J.K. Rowling... yep, you read right.
DISCLAIMER/S: I DON\'T OWN Minerva McGonagall - she is the property of J.K. Rowling... who I don\'t own either! And - guess what? - I\'m making NO MONEY from this fic!
NOTE/S: Ummm, this was written after I had a strange conversation about crossover fic with a friend (you know who you are). Originally it was going to be between Minerva and J.K., but then the whole cat thing entered my mind and refused to leave...

TABBY

She loved Jo, really. Loved to watch the delicate skin of Jo\'s eyelids move with the quickening pulse of her heart. Loved to place her nose in the corner where throat met jaw met ear, and inhale the scent of the morning\'s soap and perfume mingled with a whole day of life and Jo. Loved to curl into the warmth of the duvet and fall asleep alongside the soft rhythm of Jo\'s breathing. Really loved her.

And life was good here, with the whole estate open for wandering and exploring and dozing. Often she would stretch out in the sun beside one of the outdoor settings and devour her love with lazy eyes, while Jo read and wrote and sipped a cup of tea. Sometimes she would bask before the open fire, watching Jo eat shortbread or entertain a guest. And occasionally she would climb one of the tall trees, to keep an eye on Jo as she played on the lawn with the children. Life was good.

But sometimes, when the moon turned its gaze to the lace curtains of the bedroom, she would wake with a start, senses wide in anticipation, and find herself silver with desire for the figure beside her. In those seconds she would transform, stand upright, eyes flaming, hair loose, an intimidating, beautiful, wild-bodied woman, and the room would crackle with magic. Sleep disturbed, Jo would stir and open her eyes with a slow, languid smile, and beckon her lover to bed, murmuring, \"Welcome back, Minerva.\"


NOTE/S: So??? There was no catsex, I know... *winks* I\'ll leave that to your imagination.