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>It's late in the afternoon when you get the text

>[on my way home soon :3]

>It's Turrula

>Her 24-hour shift at the fire station is finally over

>So now she has the weekend with you

>It's heartbreaking to be away from her for whole days at a time, but it's for a good cause

>Plus, she's never far from your side whenever she gets off work

>At least one of these two days will be spent pampering her

>She doesn't demand or even ask it of you, but you're willing to treat her well regardless

>None of the other men at the fire station ever interested her

>It's mostly dogs

>Mostly bigger ones

>Not only is she one of the few women on the team (not even enough to fill a full calendar, unlike the boys), but she's the only feline as well

>However, the jaguar grew up where it's hot and humid, so the roaring fires and the torrents of water barely faze her

>Not to mention she's no slouch in the strength department

>The job came naturally to her

>Even the Dalmatians can't take away her title as “the best spotted firefighter on the team"

>Turrula takes pride in what she does, though you can tell it wears on her sometimes

>But her duties are tolerable thanks to the love you provide whenever she's off the clock

>So when you receive the text you have precious minutes to prepare everything

>Lay out her favorite robe

>Set the fireplace

>Grab a glass for her warm milk

>You might have time to get a meal started when you know she's close to being done with her shift

>Though more often than not she just brings take-out home with her

>Turrula walks through the door with a powerful sigh

>Usually she comes home exhausted from just sitting around waiting for a call

>If it's something particularly hazardous, you can be sure the news crew is tracking it

>More than once you've seen your girl in action live

>Occasionally she'll be covered in dirt or doused in water, depending on what kind of emergency occurs

>One time she came back looking like a black panther with all the soot on her fur

>Today she's a little cleaner, but that's because she's sopping wet

>"Rookies", is all she can say with a shake of her head

>Every step she takes peels another bit of clothing from her

>She'll grab them eventually, but picking up for her is one more way to score some brownie points

>She drags herself into the bathroom and kicks on the shower

>Now's your chance to heat the milk and finish what you didn't get to yet

>Kick on the music

>Take some blankets out

>Turrula is a fan of her showers, but you can tell this one is going to be short-lived

>The singing is cut short, followed by the water

>"Anon!" she calls out

>You head over to the bathroom door

>"I forgot my towel…" she whines

>Technically, you forgot it

>But she'll never blame you for missing a step of her routine

>After all, you're not obligated to do any of it

>And yet it's that sort of commitment that has made the relationship grow tighter

>You hand her a towel and the jaguar dries herself off

>You're about to leave the bathroom when you hear her whine again

>She's sitting on the edge of the tub half wrapped up

>With her body partially exposed and her expectant look, someone else might have thought she's asking for something a little more sensual

>But after being with her for so long, you know that isn't quite the case

>No, THAT kind of intimacy will come another time

>For now, she just wants you to help her dry off

>You grab a second towel and the two of you work the fur in unison

>Turrula does her legs while you take care of her back and head

>She needs to leave her favorite spots for YOU

>As you run the towel over her, she begins her process of unwinding

>You're not just wicking up moisture, you're also breaking down her tension

>Her muscles relax as you work your hands into them

>"Mmmm…" she hums

>You continue for a bit even after her fur is dry enough

>You let her enjoy the moment, then move on when she wants to

>Her royal blue robe is all ready for her

>The jaguar ties it comfortably around her athletic body

>You take her by the paw and lead her to the living room

>Everything's waiting patiently for her

>The couch will be your nest for probably the next few hours

>You get settled in, and Turrula lies down next to you

>She places her head on your lap, and the night begins

>You start with some simple head scratches

>Almost immediately she falls into a hypnotic sort of trance

>Her round ears flatten as you rub behind them

>The jaguar doesn't exactly “purr" like you've heard from smaller cats

>But the sound that reverberates deep in her chest at your touch is as close to purring as one could get

>Turrula bunches her body up, pulling her legs in closer

>There's no way she'd fit on your lap entirely

>She always makes an earnest effort to, though

>After showing ample attention to her ears, you move to her face

>Her mossy eyes close as your fingers stroke the bridge of her nose

>From her wide, rosy snout all the way up to her forehead

>Her nostrils flare with the motion

>This is where she really seems to start enjoying herself

>There's no wrong way to rub her here

>The tip of her pink tongue sticks out from her black lips

>It slides in and out in slow gestures, though only a bit at most

>You press firmly with your thumb as you continue to stroke her nose

>Sometimes her eyelids are pulled open just slightly along with your strokes

>When they are, you can see her green eyes roll back in bliss

>You move down the sides of her head

>A smile forms on her face as you draw circles on her cheeks

>Then you gently navigate through the spaces between her whiskers

>Your hands reunite under her jaw, where the massaging resumes

>You scratch under her chin with your knuckles

>Then your hands flatten to rub her neck

>She loves the scruff in the back the most

>You can steal a quick tug at it from time to time

>She's told you it reminds her of her childhood when you do that

>Turrula brings her arms up to her chest

>Her large paws flex and knead the air

>She's the biggest kitten you've ever seen

>Her eyes open lazily

>You already know what she's looking for before she can say it

>"Milk?" she mouths silently

>It's still plenty warm

>You bring the glass to her lips and let her sip at her own pace

>Yeah, just like a kitten

>The jaguar continues to paw at the air while she downs the milk

>She has an adorable white mustache when she finishes it

>You wipe the milk off, but her rough tongue is too fast

>She licks your fingers clean, then nuzzles her head into your hand

>The girl just doesn't want those fingers to go a moment without attending to her needs

>The scratches go on for some time

>You grab one of the floating paws and work the spots between the digits

>No part of her will go unloved

>The shoulders are next, though you never dwell on them for too long

>She gets frequent back and shoulder rubs throughout the normal day

>The “kitten treatment", on the other hand, is its own special process

>There are much more infrequent, but you can tell she appreciates them more when they do occur

>It's at this point that Turrula slowly rotates herself over

>Her head leans over your lap, now on her belly

>She continues her attempt to fit her whole body on top of your legs

>They'd soon fall asleep if you let her full weight bear down on you like that

>But…you don't mind it every once in a while

>You move to recline on the couch fully

>Your own head lies back on the armrest

>Turrula immediately scoots up as far as she can go

>Her fuzzy head nestles under your chin

>Those large paws are folded underneath her chest, like a Sphinx

>You can feel the nails softly burrow into your shirt

>The jaguar still hangs off of you quite a bit, but she acts as though she could fit in the palm of your hand

>She makes fidgeting motions, waiting for you to keep going

>"Please," she seems to say without so much as a word

>You're happy to indulge

>You massage down her spine, giving her pleasure even through her bathrobe

>Her shoulder blades roll with the sensation

>When you travel farther down her back, then the kitten truly comes out

>Is it an instinctual thing, or something she just imitates?

>Whatever the case, she relishes it

>As your hand glides down toward the base of her tail, her rump lifts into the air

>It drops when you reach the end, only to rise once again when the next rub approaches

>Again and again you stroke down her back

>Her tail curls along the journey

>And once you hit the sweet spot, it flicks up rigidly

>This is her meditative element

>Eyes closed

>Tongue poking out

>Paws kneading your torso

>The rumble of her chest resonating through your body

>Her legs rubbing together to stay on your lap

>And her long, graceful tail swaying in time with everything, like a metronome

>The heat of her body keeps you warm

>And the crackling fire keeps her warm

>As does your love

>You'd think the last thing she'd want to see at the end of her shift fighting fires is to see flames dancing in the corner of her eye

>But she knows when they're meant for comfort

>Just as she knows when she's safe in your arms

>Turrula is very much like the fire herself

>There's the strong, stalwart jungle cat in her when she's on the job

>But under that spotted fur coat is just a little kitten at the end of the day

>The way things are going now, you'll likely be on the couch for the night

>You'll get the use of your legs back in the morning

>Maybe they're already falling asleep, but the longer you have Turrula on your lap the lighter she seems to be

>Her tail satisfied, you slowly work your way back up her body

>Up the spine, along the neck, and finishing with her head

>You scratch behind those cute, round ears to lull the jaguar into a peaceful rest

>Though not without receiving a heartfelt, “I love you, Anon."

>From your Turrula, the biggest kitten you know