[c] Coffee and Sketchbooks

"It must get crowded at Christmas."

The dimples remained on his cheeks as he kept smiling. Seeing Fleck show so much affecting towards his pet made his heart flutter.

"Shall we head to your room? I should probably introduce myself to the others."

"You've got no idea."

This place was packed at Christmas. It was a dangerous time for all of them. Especially when there were so many people more than ready to pick a fight packed together like they were.

There was always at least one broken bone from a fight at Christmas in their family.

"Already wanting to go to my room? Aren't you forward?" Fleck teased with a sparkle in his eye.

A blush crawled up his neck and towards his ears. Fleck would probably remember his skin being pink at the amount of times he had blushed today.

"Hey, that is not what I meant."

Gently and playfully he slapped Fleck on the arm. Not enough to shove him, he wouldn't want him falling with Margie on his shoulders.

He let Fleck lead the way out of the room.

"Now you're pushing me around. Very forward of you."

He reached up to ruffled Dick's wet hair teasingly as he passed him.

Fleck led the man down the hall, then up the stairs. At the end of the hallway, he opened a door and gestured for Dick to step inside.

Flek's room was neater still than his studio. He had a bookcase against the window wall, a double bed against the opposite wall, a chest of drawers with Margie's vivarium on top next to it, and a small desk under his window.

All was perfectly in its place.

Including the pile of fluff laying in the middle of his bed.

He battered Fleck's hand away with a smile on his flushed face.

In all honesty he never thought he would meet someone who had as high standards of tidiness then him. Fleck proved him wrong for the second time today. The room was immaculate.

He glanced around the room, seeing everything that very much made up Fleck. He won't lie, he would love to have a rummage to see what was what, and if there was any little treasures about Fleck hidden away.

His own vision rested on the pile of fluff on the bed.

Fleck pretty much threw himself onto the bed, and carefully set Margie down on one of the tw piles of pillows at the headboard.

"Please don't shit on it," he begged her. That was one thing Margie liked doing. Shitting on his pillows.

Once he had addressed the dragon, he dipped his hands into the pile of fluff, trying to separate the three bodies. The first animal to come loose was a champagne-coloured skunk.

Cream yawned and wriggled in Fleck's hands.

From the pile, two pricked cat ears appeared, twitching as wide golden eyes looked around the room.

"Come sit on the bed, Dick. Meet the gang."

Margie didn't look so weirdly enduring now.

Dick carefully perched himself at the end of the bad as he did in Fleck's mum's room.Instead of disturbing Margie, this time he didn't want to disturb the mountain of fluff.

"Isn't she sweet." Dick cooed as he watched Fleck pull her out of the fluff. Skunk's were another animal that he had never seen up close and he never expected them to be so cute? She looked like a total sweet heart.

"Hopefully I can impress them as much as I impressed Margie."

"Don't let Solla get her claws into you, feed Cream and pet Sollew and you're golden," Fleck advised.

Cream wriggled again, and Fleck set her in his lap. Her head flopped onto his knee and she relaxed happily, content to go back to sleep. "Lazy lump," he murmured, scratching behind her ear.

There was one creature that was done with being asleep, though. Gracefully, Solla, a large Bengal cat, rose from her resting place and stretched. Then set her sight on Dick.

She prowled forwards slowly, the tip of her tail flicking.

"Noted."

He very much wanted to reach over and pet the skunks - who he assumed was cream with her coat - but he didn't want to disturb how content she was in Fleck's lap.

His line of vision changed as there was a disturbance in the fluff mountain as shorter haired cat crawled out and towards him.

"I think I am already going to mess up on the first one."

Watching the cat with the careful eye he slowly extended his relaxed hand towards the cat. He guessed she will either murdered it or love it, his bets on the first.

Solla gave a loud sniff when Dick stretched out his hand, but sniffed it anyway.

Fleck raised a brow when, instead of deciding right away, Solla continued to sniff Dick's hand for almost a full minute before she dropped to the bed and rolled onto her back.

Her sharp golden eyes glared up at Dick expectantly.

He grinned at Fleck, pleased with himself.

"Look's like I have impressed someone else. That is two down, two more to go."

He ran his hand repetitively along her soft belly.

"You wnat to use your nails. She's a slut for nails in a tummy rub."

Fleck reached out to tickle at Solla's neck, scratching her neck and chin with his short nails.

Almost immediately a loud purr rumbled in the large cat's chest.

The purr stirred the last lump on the bed. A large fluffy cat that looked more to be the size of a medium dog. He rolled over and blinked silvery eyes up at Fleck sleepily.

He changed his technique, fussing her with his nails rather stroking her with the palm of his hands.

"So I am guessing this is Solla, she is cream," He nodded over to the skunk in Fleck's lap. "And that is Sollew."

He then nodded down to the the fluff mountain that had just moved.

"That's them," Fleck confirmed.

He smiled as Sollew stretched out, taking up a lot more of the bed with his large size.

"My own little fluff factory." Between them they certainly got enough fluff all over everything.

"If Solla likes you, they all like you. You've made quite an impression."

Dick beamed at Fleck. He was so glad he had made a good impression, considering how important Fleck's pets were to him.

He stopped petting Solla to reach out his hand to Sollew - the same as he reached out to Solla. He wanted to make sure Fleck's animals were comfortable with him first before he went fussing them.

"He is a big fellow."

Sollew didn't move at all when Dick held a hand out to him.

"Sollew, you marshmallow, don't be so antisocial."

Fleck reached out to stick his hand under Sollew's back, shifting him along the bed so he was closer to Dick. The cat had no problems with being dragged around like that.

He just flopped around when Fleck stopped moving him, until he was comfortable.

"He's so lazy..."

"He is cute."

He watched as Sollew was dragged closer to him, and let out a noise of amusement as the cat was dumped in front of him.

He reached out again. This time he took the chance of fussing behind the cats ear. Sollew looked so laid back Dick hoped the cat wouldn't mind.

As quick as lightening, Sollew's paws lashed out.

His legs wrapped tightly around Dick's arm, holding him in place as a loud purring sounded.

Fleck laughed. "Well, you're his prisoner now."

Sollew loved his ears played with, and Dick had done just the thing to make Sollew want to keep him forever.

He would of pulled his arm away in surprise as Sollew lashed out, but his paws curled around his arm stopped him.

"Just one more to please then." He laughed.

He shifted his position on the bed. Sitting crossed legged rather then them dangling over the side. He leant down to pull Sollew into his lap so it was easier and more comfortable to fuss him.

Being a cat of his size, he sprawled out on Dick's lap and hung over each leg.

Nonetheless, he laid there happily, with his legs still wrapped around Dick's forearm, demanding more attention.

Solla wasn't s happy with the lack of attention. She lashed out, batting Sollew's stomach with a paw.

Sollew yowled but didn't move.

"Hey, hey, don't be so grumpy." Fleck dropped a hand onto Solla's head and the cat wriggled.

He pulled the mountain of fluff closer to him as he yowled and reached another towards Solla. Fleck beaten him to it. His finger tips brushed against Fleck's before he pulled away.

"Looks like someone is jealous."

"Solla's a queen in her very soul. If she isn't getting all the attention in the room, then something's seriously wrong with the situation."

Sollew jerked herself away from Fleck's hand and clawed and bit at his arm.

"Ow," he laughed, watching as she bit at him over and over again.

Little beads of blood began to well up on his skin.

He laughed at Fleck's description of Solla.

"She sound more of a spoilt princess then a queen."

Dick perked up as the scent of blood filled the room and turned his attention to the blood welling up on Fleck's arm. Unconsciously he licked the top of his lip. His eyes lingered before he ripped them away. It very much reminded him he needed to visit the kitchen some time this week.

He reached out his hand again, making a few smooching towards Solla to see if he had better luck.

"She's much too self important to be a princess."

Fleck tickled at Solla's stomach, rough-housing with her as she continued to bite and scratch.

"Aren't you, you little terror?"

Solla hissed against his arm and sank her teeth into his skin again.

He held out his hand a little longer before pulling it back again. Solla very much was not interested in him.

He shook his head with a smile as the cat continued to shred up Fleck's arm.

"You have a lot more patience then most."

His eyes went back to Fleck's arm. It was a lot more difficult not to stare this time. He very much wanted to lend down and bit into Fleck's arm too. Let the blood run over his tongue - oh shit. Scrape sometime this week, he wanted blood now.

"I should probably get going. It is getting late."

It was dark now outside. A reasonable reason to leave, rather then: I very much want to drink your blood right now but that is a bad idea.

He stood up and very carefully tried to dump the fluff mountain onto the bed.