Maintaining patterns were not necessarily a bad thing, especially given that K had come to Fa seeking solace. Now the blonde settled her eyes closed, nuzzling in against K and contemplating that tentative sense of pleasure from a new perspective. It was settling, for her, to receive that feedback, but she wasn't at this point allowing it to cloud her judgment. Fa had all the time in the world, relatively speaking.

It was only after some time with this going on that they were interrupted. An extremely large cat -- in the more literal sense than that which metaphorically held the space between them -- butted its head up on the porch swing, its fluffy head and body taking up K's field of vision nearly entirely when it attempted to jump up on her shoulders and face to make itself comfortable.