23. Murder in Suburbia - Cute

Full Title: The Cuteness Factor

[Ash/Scribbs | G | fluff]

"Absolutely not, Scribbs.  No."

"Oh, Ash, pleeaase?  Just look at his little face."  She raised the tiny ginger kitten towards Ash, standing over the sofa Scribbs was curled up on.  "How can you say no to that face?"

"Like this."  She leaned right up to the kitten, looking him directly in the eye and folding her arms.  "No."

"Oh, why not?" Scribbs asked with a slight whine.

"Because I do not want an animal in my home!  He's going to ruin all the furniture, and God only knows what sorts of diseases he might have!"  She nearly shuddered to think of it.

"But I'll take him to the vet and get him all his injections, and I'll give him baths all the time, and he won't wreck your furniture—I promise!"

"You know I'm not a cat person, Scribbs."

"You're not an anything person," she grumbled under her breath.

Ash quirked an eyebrow.

"Please, Ash.  For me?"  Scribbs made an obnoxiously adorable face that she knew Ash would be powerless to resist.

Ash sighed.  "Oh...  All right.  But you'd better be sure he keeps off my side of the bed."  She bent down to give the kitten an authoritative glare.  "Have you got that, you... cat?"

The kitten licked the finger she was threatening him with.

Ash scratched his head reluctantly.  "I suppose he is sort of... cute."

"Seee, I knew you'd love him."

Ash scowled.  "I did not say that I love him."

As Ash walked away Scribbs grinned to herself, very satisfied with her victory.  Ash never said no to that face.