Kirk suddenly knew what it felt like to be prey under a cat's eyes. He felt stalked, studied. He stretched out a little further, knees further apart, chest out a bit. Relaxed, comfortable. Not prey. "I think I'm find just where I am. Where I'm meant to be, after all."
He may or may not have stroked a hand down his chair lovingly.
Kirk/Spock - Did you know Vulcans decended from cats?
Date: 2010-02-14 08:30 pm (UTC)He may or may not have stroked a hand down his chair lovingly.