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Summary:
Bronte and Joe have an unexpected task.
Notes:
Setting: it wasn’t supposed to happen but I did: I created a miniseries inside this Flufftober (and I could call it ‘Pawsome’): the correct chronology is one shot n.2 ‘Bibi and Boo-Boo’, then one shot n. 5 ‘That kind of couple’ , so the setting is always between 5x8 and 5x9

Prompt: Risky Rescue Mission
Warning: Find shelter from a large amount of fluff (well, among some Joe’s creepy thoughts)!

Protection

Bronte’s POV

Which are the rules of a good relationship?

- Always go to sleep in love with your partner.
Which means that, if you and I have a little fight during the day, maybe because you reproach me for something that I did or didn’t do at the bookstore, or because you say or do something I don’t like; we must do everything to fix it by night, because I can’t stand the idea of not falling asleep in your arms or on your chest.

- Always find a nice way to wake your partner up.
Nine times out of ten, I’m the one who wake up first so I have several choices . It can be my fingers, gently toying with your curls - I have such a soft spot for your hair-, it may be a pecked kiss, it may be my hand not-so-innocently sliding under the sheets and landing on the crotch of your boxers.

And you really like the third option, so much that sometimes you sleep naked, to ease the process.
Today is one of those times.

- Always try to reach a compromise with your partner, in everything.
By then you know how much I love taking walks in the morning, but I can do without watching the sunrise together.
It means that waking you up a little before 8:00 a.m. is a lot more tolerable than waking you up at 6:00 a.m.

Now it’s a quarter to eight, the proper time for my hand to do her job.

Under the sheets your cock quickly reacts to my caresses and wakes up a little sooner than you do.
You smile a big smile, your eyes still closed, you moan in approval.
They are all clues for me to go on.

And finally your eyes pop open and you lean closer to kiss me.

“‘Morning, sweetheart, these are really good awakenings!” You murmur against my lips. “Let me guess, you’re up for a walk, aren’t you?”

“Always!” I grin. “C’mon, go get ready.”

“No energizing shower today?” You frown.

- Not always let your partner win all the battles.

“Energize yourself on your own, we’re a bit late to do it together.” I push you towards the bathroom.

“Is this a subtle way to tell me I should wake up earlier?” You groan from the closed door.

“I just don’t want to get you spoiled, too much!” I answer from the living room.

Not longer after, you come out of the bathroom, all ready to go.

“But I loved to be spoiled!” You pout as we leave home.

The damn pout I can’t resist!

“Okay, so what about having our pretty walk and then… a quickie at Mooney’s, right before opening?” I lean closer to whisper at you, as we are walking, hand in hand.

“Interesting offer but…” you pull me even closer, wrapping your arm around my waist and bringing your mouth to my ear. “What about a quickie, locked in my office, after we opened?”

I guess you can already read the answer in my eyes.

Compromise is a fucking great invention!

Joe’s POV

Couldn’t life get any better?

Yeah, of course, it could, if my son was with me, instead of being in stupid London with his stupid not-even-real mother!
In time, I’m already working on that.
Which leaves me time to enjoy the good things.

You, our life together, this wonderful sunny day, the love for morning walks you passed on me.
Just holding your hand makes me feel complete, Bronte, as if I finally found the missing page in the book of my life.
That page I’ve been searching for years.
That page that didn’t tear apart, despite all the trouble we have been through.

Speaking of…
Our complicity is growing day after day, so much that I’m so close to telling you the truth about your -progressively healing- twisted ankle.
Maybe you’ll get angry, at first, but then you’ll realize the reason why I did it.
To keep you here with me. In case you thought otherwise.
In a certain sense it was an ultimate -sort of desperate - gesture of love.

“So, what is my favorite susher thinking of?” You squeeze my hand, glancing at me.

I hold you close, pushing you gently against the gate of a street we’re crossing and I kiss you for a long, slowly, sweet while.

“I was thinking just about how lucky I am to have you in my life.” I murmur against your lips and you give out a very odd sound.

“Did I say something wrong?” I stare at you, confused, but you look even more confused.

“What? It wasn’t me…”

Again that whimpering sound, protracted.

“It’s coming from behind the gate…” You say, trying to look through the barriers.

“It seems like a cat.” I peep in, as well. “But I can only see closed doors.”

“Oh no, Joe, maybe there’s a cat trapped somewhere, we must ring the intercom and inform the people who live here.”

You’re about to press the first button, but I block your hand.

“Wait. What if it was more problematic than that?”

“Huh?”

“What if the owner of this house not only is perfectly aware that he has a cat trapped inside, but he’s fully intentioned in torturing that poor little defenseless animal?”

“You’re right, the kitty could be in danger!”

Saying so, you take one of the decorative pins on your rucksack and open it.

I’m afraid I know what it means: last time you used one, I had an intruder inside my cage.

“Bronte, no, I don’t think it’s a wise idea.”

“Too bad we don’t have time to think.”It’s your sharp reply, as you’re already working on that lock, that you force open it in less than a minute.

Something that I find incredibly sexy… if only I was in the proper situation to linger on this consideration.

“No alarm, no people showing up. Good.” I state , as I take the baseball cap I had put in your rucksack.
It was in case of a particularly intense sunny day, but now it has a totally different utility.

“Stay here, I’ll go inside to see how the situation is.”

Here I am in the wide garden , constantly taking a prudent look around, every time I hear a noise.
So far everything 's pretty quiet and I almost wish things could be different.

It’s been a while since I have killed someone with my bare hands and I sort of miss it.

All I see is a big locked door, where the desperate meows come from.

Bronte’s POV

I’m so relieved when I see you come back.

With all your delicate issues about the custody of your son, you certainly don’t need any negative publicity.

“I’m afraid you and your magic skills with locked doors are needed once more.” You inform me, bringing me with you.

We act furtive at every step, but no one seems to be here; not at this time of the morning at least.

I work my magic with the lock and when we open the door there’s the cutest tiny fluffy thing waiting for us.

It’s a kitten, more or less two months old, mainly dark brown but with white socks and part of face and legs red.
And the kitten is looking at us so curiously, with his big blue eyes.

“Awwww, Joe, look at her, isn’t she beautiful?”

“How do you know it’s a she?” You frown.

“In 99% of the cases, when a cat has three colours it’s a female.”

“Interesting; but the only thing I don’t like it’s that chain around her paw.”

Poor, sweet thing, she looks so scared.

I need to use my pin again as you delicately keep the kitten still, and even this time I succeed.

“All alone here, in a dark storage room, tied, without water, nor food…” I recap, outrage. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“If you’re thinking ‘Let’s get the kitty out of here’, then, fuck yeah, we’re thinking the same!”

“And I also would add ‘Let’s take her to a veterinarian for a check up.’.”

“You’ve just read my mind, Bronte.”

Once she finally figures out she’s free, she rubs her pretty little head against my leg, as if to thank me, then I love how you slowly bend down and she happily trots towards you, letting you take her in your arms and you get up and cover her with the lapel of your coat.
Also to hide her from some neighbour that might know her -by then former- owners.

Without thinking twice, we leave the storage room and shortly after even the garden and reach the gate.

Totally undisturbed, once more.

When we leave even the street we finally can feel out of danger.

“Here, kitty, you’re safe now.” You murmur softly to her, as she trembles and purrs, resting against your chest.

Aww.

“You’re quite the charmer!” I smile at you, as I pet the kitty’s little head.

“Believe me or not, but I’ve never had a cat in my life; I just feel I want to treat her the best I can.” You smile back at me.

“Then I guess she must sense the protection, then.”

You beam and bend over me for a little kiss.

“This is such a beautiful thing to say, sweetheart.”

“Well, I quite feel like her.” I admit, linking arms with you. “Besides, both she and I have aching legs.”

You stare at me with so much tenderheartedness.

“I’m so sorry, Bronte.”

Joe’s POV

You just burst out laughing.

“And for what? It’s not like it’s your fault; quite the contrary, you saved me.”

I’d like a sinkhole of guiltness would just open up and swallow me down.

I was so wrong.

I can’t tell you what I did to you, Bronte, nor now nor probably ever.

You would think hell of me and I couldn't bear your rejection.

As long as you walk along my same path, I’ll never share that secret with you.

And maybe this precious kitten is a sign that I shouldn't talk.

This is a form of protection as well.

She - if you’re right and it’s a female - came into our life just in time to prevent me from making a big mistake.

“Look, Joe, I guess there’s a veterinarian not far from here.” You say, pointing at the display of your mobile.

And you’re right.

Once the veterinarian visited the kitten we could sigh with relief.

Her posterior paw was only slightly bruised, he just used an unguent and a bandage and also did the routine treatment kittens go through.

He confirms to us that she’s a healthy female of about three months.

He surely deserves a generous tip, he’s also been so kind to give us some cans of kitten food and a pet carrier, to make the trip towards home a lot easier.

“I’m so glad there was no big issue about her health!” You chirp, all cheerful, as we walk hand in hand, and my other hand holds the handle of the pet carrier.

Every two steps we stop, check on our little kitty, she gives out little lovely pleased verses and you and I beam just like two idiots.
Not to mention the ridiculous little voices we use to talk to her.

“Yeah, me too. Although it wasn’t a nice show to see such a cute little thing attached to an IV fluid because she was dehydrated.” I mutter.

“Yeah, I know, poor little sweetie, but the most important thing is that she’s fine now. With us.”

“Of course, sweetheart, and we’re going to treat her the best we can.” I reply. “But the only thought that the motherfucker who did this to her is still around, remaining unpunished…”

“Joe, no!” You immediately try to calm me down.

“But…”

“Once that person is back at his house he or she won’t find the kitty anymore and this is already plenty of revenge for me.” You insist.

“If you say so.”

“I say so.”

Well, Bronte, is not that you can check me 24/7 and I perfectly recall the address where the motherfucker lives, he or she, it doesn’t make any difference.
It will just remain another of the things I can tell you, my love.

“So now it’s official.” You murmur. “We have found our Lady Cat-terley!”

“At least she’s going to get bigger than Maddie’s shrew mouse!” I make you laugh.

“Once we’re home I can already picture us doing a lot of on-line shopping in pet stores and, beware, I’m going to spoil Lady a lot!” You grin and I definitely love that picture.

“So, Bronte, I guess that this makes us two cat thieves…”

You squeeze my hand, smiling at me.

“I guess this just makes us… a family.”

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THE END

Notes:
I’m a cat lover, I even have two cats, that’s why I awwed ¾ of the time writing this, LOL.
And (little spoiler) also book!Joe has cats, so… why not?
Not that I’m going to show this, but… how long do you think it will take Joe to punish the (asshole) former owner of the kitten?
And that’s how I imagine Lady Cat-terley looks like:
I would like to hear your opinion, but it’s very improbable to happen, because probably you hate me, or my stories… or both 😣
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