Liz all a Kitten

They tumbled through the door, falling all over each other. Liz's face was flushed and red. Finally they had a rare moment alone together. Earlier in the evening they had had some drinks, and Liz was certainly feeling the effects. She had made her way towards the bed and was setting her purse down on top of the bedside table. Booker snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him, lifting her off her feet.
“Ahh! Booker!!” She gasped.
“Hehehe..” He laughed and buried his face into her soft brown hair hair at the nape of her neck and breathed in deeply. She smelled of soft roses with light fruity tones of berries, but there was also a hint of her natural musk and sweat.
“Mmmmm..” He moaned, kissing her neck. “You smell so good..” He moved his hands to her shoulders and began to pull her jacket off.
“Booker.. What-?”
“Just helping you get comfortable..” He said, smiling. She turned around and faced him. Her hair was slightly tangled and messed, and her blue eyes sparkled.
“You know.. I've never..” She blushed, breaking her eyes from his to look at the rug. “I've never been with a man before..” He reached up and gently stroked her cheek.
“It's alright.. We'll just take this slow.” He smiled at her. She looked up and smiled back briefly before turning around.
“C-can you help me with this?” She stuttered. His striking green eyes left her breathless. He took the laces of her corset in his hands and untied the bow. He started to take the corset off but her hand grabbed his.
“Wait! Could you maybe.. Give me some privacy first?” She was frowning and blushing again.
“Sure.. I hope I didn't-”
“N-no! It's ok! I.. I'm sorry..”
“Don't be. I understand.” He took her small delicate hand in his and gave it a little squeeze before turning around. He began to undress, taking off his vest, neck tie and shirt, letting them casually drop to the floor.
“I.. I'm.. ready, I guess.”
Booker turned around to see her cuddled up in the bed with the sheets pulled up to her collar bone. She gasped at the sight of him. 'I haven't even taken my pants off yet..' He thought, smiling.
“What's the matter?”
“You're covered in.. scars.” She paused at the word, frowning.
“Yea... That's what a life of war will give you.” He began to undo is pants, but stopped himself. “Are you sure you want to do this?” She looked away for a moment in thought, and then met his eyes and nodded.
“Yes.”
He took of his pants, revealing his battle scared legs and manhood. She inhaled sharply at the sight of him.
“W-wait! Before we.. start, um.. Maybe we should have some more wine, maybe that will-”
“Loosen you up?” Booker smirked. “No problem.” He turned around and strode over to a small round table by an open window. The sheer white curtains fluttered softly as a warm summer breeze blew through. Glancing out he could see the city and streets below were slowly coming to life. The sky was lit up with the bright orange and pink hues of sunrise.
“I can't believe we've been up all night.. Ahh well, it's a special occasion. So.. Which one do you prefer.. The rosé or a pinot noir?”
He turned around to face her, holding one of the bottles of wine. Liz was all a kitten.
Literally. She is 20,000 cats.
Booker is overwhelmed by cats, they cover him, knocking him over onto the ground where he falls upon more cats. All that can be heard is the mewls and cries of terrified cats. Windows smashed open and cats pour forth. Cat's began shooting from the chimney stacks, crashing down on the streets below in bloody calico splats. In the distance you can hear the honk and screech of cars on the street crashing into one another, completely overwhelmed by the sudden appearance of cats. Thousand's upon thousand's of cats!