A Purrfect Gift

With a breathy little sound that made Caroline’s head spin, Lena finally broke the kiss. “Perfect,” she whispered against her lips.

Caroline could only nod, still not quite able to form words.

When her brain started to function again, she realized Scully had sat up in her box, ears tilted forward in full-attention mode, her gaze on them.

She was purring as if they had just served her half of a chicken.

Caroline slid one arm around Lena to keep her close and nodded down at the feline. “Look at the little matchmaker!”

Lena grinned. Happiness made her brown eyes seem to glow from within. “She thinks it’s perfect too.”

“You mean purrfect,” Caroline whispered as she leaned in to kiss Lena again.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I—”

Then their lips met again, and the rest of Christmas Eve turned out to be a rather silent night indeed.