Connect the Sweet Spots [Jaguar; Comfy, Scratches and Massages, Intimacy]: The greatest reward a firefighting jaguar can receive at the end of a long day is coming home to her Anon for a little bit of pampering, enough to bring the little kitten out of the big cat. >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