It’s a cat…






Series: ST TOS

Pairing: Sc/Mc

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Humor

Note: tuppertrek-series

Part: New 1/1


Summary: Who is at the tree?


Disclaimer: The characters in this story don’t belong to me. I only borrowed them for some fun. No moneymaking, no violation of copyrights are intended. The story is mine and it is just fanfiction. If you are under age, please stay away. If you have a problem with this topic, then look elsewhere for your entertainment. English is not my native language, so please be patient with my mistakes. Thanks to Lady Charena for the beta. For all remaining errors, blame me.




"Hm,“ Len mumbled contentedly as he was awaken with tenderly nibbling at his neck "This is beautiful."


Scotty whispered into his ear "Good morning, darling. Guess what’s waiting for you here?”


Something hard pressed seductively against Leonard's back. "Hm, this is even more beautiful," he replied while Scotty’s hands wandered between his legs. It didn't take long and he also was hard.


"Take me, love! Now!” Len pressed himself invitingly against his beloved.


“Already on my way;” Scotty answered and fumbled for the tube of lube they ever had at hand in the bedside table.


A finger was creased and entered.


"Oh... more!"


A second finger followed.


"I want you ... now,” Len moaned.


Scotty did not need another invitation. He replaced his fingers with his cock, pressed forward and....


… a rattling loud sound followed from a clatter disturbed him.


Leonard almost felt out the bed and Scotty drew back confused. "What was this?"


They looked at each other. "The tree," they called suddenly simultaneously and jumped out the back, racing - naked as they were -  into the living room downstairs.


Len almost broke out in tears at the sight he saw there. "My beautiful Christmas tree," he moaned. "My valuable, old, original glass balls.” The beautiful tree he had decorated on the day before with so much love now laid fallen on the ground, glass balls broken.


And between all the chaos sat and - innocent, as all this would not concern her the least bit - a cat, playing with one of the still whole balls.


"How has this devil come in here?" Len called. "I know exactly that I had locked her into the study.”


The overlooked the whole mess. "This is only half as worse," he comforted his beloved. "I put the tree up again. Most of the balls are still intact and for the others I replicate quickly new.” He shook his head. "Why do you have yourself persuaded from Christine again and again to take her cat?" he asked.


"This definitely was the last time,” swore Leonard (approximate for the hundredthousand time in his life). "Shall the damn beast starve to dead if she wants to go to her mother over the holidays.”


Spocky looked at the two men friendly, wiggled with her tail, mewled briefly and then trotted out the room, as if nothing had happened, in the mouth still her price.