Q woke gently to one cat curled up on his pillow, tucked and purring into his shoulder, the second, stretched long, lithe and warm along his side, hip to knee. A third, unexpected sensation, an equally sleek caress moved with soft purpose up his calf muscle, gliding smoothly to glance across the back of his knee and coming to still on the inside of his thigh.
“You’re back early,” he murmured with sleep-encrusted words into his comforter. The hand kept silent.
With a long, slow exhale, it simply resumed its direction of travel.
“Right on time I’d say…”