Late 20s tgirl. Elf ear pervert. Some say hemipenis girl. Writing mostly original F/F. Stories will frequently be horny so if you're under 18 you're getting blocked.



caffeinatedOtter
@caffeinatedOtter

Jackie pauses the TV and tries to work out what's reflecting on the screen. Can't be her phone, it's slipped somewhere into the cushions on the couch.

It's not until she stands up to squint around her dim living room for — standby LEDs on something, maybe? that her eyes catch a glint from the window.

Cat, she thinks. Eyes, and she pulls the curtain back a little. She can't see anything, and she frowns; a cat would have to be sitting on top of her truck to see the light reflecting from its eyes from this window. And would that really visibly reflect again, off the TV sceen?

She turns to look at the screen, sure she'll see the pale dots again; not a cat, after all.

"That's much easier to see," it says, muffled from the other side of the glass, and she nearly, nearly looks, clutching her chest; shuts her eyes tight and concentrates on catching her breath.

"Do you," she says eventually, licking her lips, "want me turn the sound up a little?"

"No," it says. "I have such good ears, Jackie."

"Okay."

She stumbles back to the couch. Pushes her hand in among the cushions, touches her phone. What would she even do? Who would she call? Say what?

She picks up the remote instead. Shakily presses Play.


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