Ladywriter was watching her favorite TDHSK. He was sitting in the swivel chair, long legs propped on the end of the bed, a rotund black and white cat sitting in his lap. Sir Guy’s long, elegant fingers gently stroked the feline’s glossy fur.
“You really do like animals, don’t you, Sir Guy?”
He rubbed the bridge of his lovely aquiline nose before giving a slow, thoughtful nod.
“Yeah. I guess I do. You–you know where you are with animals, don’t you? You treat them well, and they respond in kind.” LW saw a far away look mixed with a flicker of sadness in his blue eyes. “It isn’t always true with human beings.”
Poor Guy, she thought. If only . . .
“No, it isn’t.” LW gave him a smile and inclined her head towards the purring three-legged butterball in his lap.
“But it’s clear Thumper appreciates your attentions. As well as the rest of the pets here. And I truly loved how you always gave Richie a friendly pat when you dismounted in Robin Hood.”
Sir Guy’s mouth curled into a sweet half-smile. “You noticed that, did you?”
“Oh, I’ve noticed quite a lot of things about you, my dear Sir Guy.”
She glanced down and giggled. “And now you’ve got Thumper doing that ridiculous rapid-fire sticking her tongue in and out thingy. She is certainly happy.”
Sir Guy gave Thumper an indulgent smile. “We understand each other, don’t we, my girl? Yeah. Animals are–animals are OK, Ladywriter.”
“You still look tired, my lady.”
LW sighed and, taking off her spectacles, rubbed her rather sticky eyes. Ah, allergies!
“Could have something to do with getting only four hours of sleep.”
” Still excited about seeing the Creator at Comic-Con?” Guy heaved a manly sigh. “I thought I wore you out good and proper–with the pillow fight, dear LW.”
Putting her glasses back on, she smiled up at the dark knight, a distinct twinkle in her sleepy blue eyes.
“And I appreciate that, Sir Guy. It was good fun, wasn’t it?”
Guy’s shapely mouth curved into a lop-sided smile.
“Yeah. It was. So–” He tilted his dark head, raising a quizzical brow as he ticked off the list with his long and elegant fingers. “You’ve caught up with your comments, sent in your unemployment certification info and taken your medicine, including your Super-Secret Vitamin. Why not take a nap?”
LW smothered a yawn. “Great minds think alike, Sir Guy. However, I do have something else I need to do first. You know what today is, after all.”
The smile turned into a rather dazzling grin. Breathaking, one might say.
“Guyday Friday,” he purred.
“Right in one, my dear knight . . . and I’ve got new fanart!”