Yawn

When Logan wakes up, he can't move and he's so hot he must be lying beside a furnace. 
Or rather, the furnace must be lying on /him. 
Across his legs, in fact. 
A tiger-shaped furnace. 
A really, really, fucking huge tiger-shaped furnace.
That isn't a furnace at all but an actual fucking tiger. 
It yawns. 
That is a /lot of very large, very pointy teeth.
That is a lot of very large, very pointy teeth /not in him. 
Logan sits up, rubs his eyes, and--
How, exactly, did it get in here? 
The tiger stares at him.
Logan stares back. 
The tiger blinks. 
That... means something. 
Well, it's not eating him. 
Logan reaches out. 
The tiger stifles a yawn. 
Tigers do that? 
Logan touches an ear.
The tiger blinks again. 
Logan scratches the ear. 
The tiger squints. 
It's still not eating him. 
Logan sits a little closer, scratches less hesitantly. 
The tiger sighs, drops its head to his legs. 
Logan runs a hand along its neck. 
The tiger twists and gets its head back under his hand. 
Logan grins, scratches behind its ear earnestly. 
The tiger flops over, twists onto its back. 
Tigers like belly rubs? 
Logan reaches over the very, very large head and pats its chest. 
The tiger wiggles into a better position. 
Logan rubs its tummy. 
The tiger exhales with the force of strong breeze. 
Logan huffs back, keeps with the belly rubs. 
Without warning, the tiger rolls back onto its front between Logan's arms, and stares at him. 
And with a tongue that feels like warm, wet, not-entirely painful sandpaper, licks him. 
Logan wakes up.
Category:Ficlet
Category:Monkey House (setting)
Category:Logan
Category:Tall-Grass-in-Sun
Category:Tall-Grass-in-Sun (ficlet)
Category:Ghost cats