<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">She let out an honest to God whimper when he stroked himself.  The hand on her hip twitched in his direction -- not quite an open plea for him, but not far from it.  She saw his scars... but they did not repulse her.  Far from it, she saw them as one warrior to another.  They may use different tools and fight different kinds of evil -- but they both were trying in their own way to do what was right, and what needed to be done to improve the world.<br/>
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Altruism had little place in her current thought processes -- if one could consider what was going on in Cat's mind as thoughts.  She was nearly beyond them, nearly out of words entirely.  "I need..." she began, her eyes fixed on his cock.  "Please?"</span></span>