Give Satisfaction

Jeeves wearing an apron – another irresistible sight. One would think I had grown accustomed to it, and yet whenever I saw him in the kitchen, busy cooking, wearing that wonderful green apron, I would get the uncontrollable urge to see him in nothing but said w. g. a.

He was laying the table one afternoon when I expressed this desire by pulling him into my lap and slipping my hand beneath his trousers. He responded with a passionate kiss, and before I could do anything else he was on his knees, pushing my thighs apart and pulling my trousers down. I bit my lip as he looked up at me, eyes dark with lust, ready to take me in his mouth…

The crash of shattering glass and the clatter of dishes hitting the floor made us both start. Jeeves stood up, brought his hands to his mouth and shook his head. I feared the worst.

“It was the cat, wasn’t it?” I asked.

Jeeves nodded.

“She broke the jug, didn’t she?”

“And the plates,” Jeeves said, weakly.

I patted him gently on the back. “Don’t worry old thing; we will buy a new set tomorrow, I promise.”

Jeeves nodded, but his heart wasn't in it. Any hope of resuming our previous activities died then, and I sat down to a quiet meal while Jeeves mourned the tableware.

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I was starting to wonder why Darling, who was otherwise a perfectly reasonable cat, acted in such a rum way when our backs were turned. I spent an afternoon observing her, but she was as peaceful as a dove. After curling herself into a ball on my lap, she fell asleep purring. The Wooster heart has a special place for company of the feline sort, and soon I too fell asleep, lulled by the rise and fall of her furry chest.

I woke up to a pair of soft lips against my forehead.

“I hate to disturb you, dearest, but Mrs. Gregson called –” Jeeves whispered.

“Oh no,” I buried my face in his neck and pulled him closer, “Just a few more minutes.”

I felt his hands on my back as his body leaned into mine. I could smell his cologne, and my sleep-muddled mind yielded to yet another irresistible urge: to nibble on his ear.

I felt him shiver against me. He threw his head back and exposed his neck, silently demanding attention, and by Jove, I gave it to him! I kissed and sucked and nibbled and licked, until he groaned and his hands started to wander downwards…

And Darling flung herself at Jeeves, attacking with the viciousness of a lioness whose cub was taken from her. I quickly pulled her away before she could dig her claws into him.

“Bad cat!” I scolded her. “Are you alright, Jeeves?”

Jeeves tilted his head to the side, a curious expression on his face. “I do believe that Darling is jealous of me,” he said, amused.

My mouth hung open for a moment. “By Golly, Jeeves! I think you’re right!”

“It would certainly explain her behaviour these past few days.”

I smiled as I held Darling up. She looked at me and blinked her large yellow eyes. I was rather fond of her myself, and I cooed at her: “You want Bertram all to yourself, don’t you, kitty?”

Jeeves wrapped a strong arm around my waist. “We all do, Darling, but you will have to learn to share him with the rest of us.”

I blushed at my man’s flattery. Irresistible – that was Jeeves. Of course, I put the cat down and turned to him.

“Bedroom. Now. And this time, I’ll lock the door.”