Miranda

Why should you worry about the two foolhardy adventurers out in the middle of the night? They'd done it to themselves, and they'd even declined your offer to tag along. Nicole and Tom could bicker along in the dark for a while without you thinking about them, because right now, there was a kitty that needed your attention.

Miranda had retaken her seat beside the fire by now, and you practically joined her in it. Your hip bumped against hers as you playfully "fought" for the hot seat. Her thigh pressed tight against your own and your arm advanced around her shoulders as you vied for the space, the two of you whispering and giggling in the way that only teenagers doing something they perhaps shouldn't can. The smell of her shampooed and perfumed hair filled your nose again, causing you to fight a battle on two fronts as you tried to push her out of her seat, whilst also concealing the growing hardness between your legs.

When that got too hard, you called for a truce.

"Fine," you said, "we can share the seat."

"What if I don't want to share?" Miranda shot back, mischief in her hazel eyes as she looked up at you, before throwing her soft hip against you again.

Braced as you were with one arm holding the back of the couch, Miranda didn't move you very far. Unperturbed, she tried again, sliding her ass against you in an effort to shift you to the side. Through your trousers and her leggings, you could feel the soft flesh of her ass, yielding gently against your hip. That squeezable softness, combined with the way she audibly strained as she pushed, brought your boner dangerously close to popping free.

Unless you wanted her to see your awkward bulge, it would probably be wise to end this push-of-war.

"Why should you get the whole seat anyway?" You asked, doing your best to smother your erection between your thighs.

"Because," Miranda sighed, "I'm a cat. Cats always get the seat by the fire." The way she explained it, it seemed so obvious. "Aren't you meant to be Harry Potter? Why can't you just magic up your own fire?"

"My magic doesn't seem to be working tonight," you laughed, "maybe you could take a look at my wand?"

Miranda realized what you'd said before you did. Slowly, she turned to face you head on, blinking in mock surprise while a smirk split her cherubic lips. Regardless of the warmth from the fire, you felt your face heat up, your cheeks turning red. As if it knew you were talking about it, you felt your "wand" throb in your pants.

"That's not what I meant," you stuttered and looked away, feeling Miranda's eyes burning into you as you patted your left flank. "I meant, erm, this." Fumbling with your words and your pocket, an awkward moment passed, with Miranda trying not to laugh at your discomfort. Finally, you produced the cheap plastic wand that had came with your costume from your pocket.

It was dark imitation wood, with a plastic seam down one side from where the resin had been poured into the mold. A knot of faux-wood nearly halfway up divided it's 7 inch length into a handgrip on one end and a smooth shaft leading to a point on the other. With a very slightly trembling hand, you held it over to Miranda, hoping that it's existence would prove you hadn't been making her a perverse offer.

When she took it from you, her hands brushed against yours for a moment, making your heart skip a beat. Almost carefully, she turned the cheap toy over in her hands. The sound of her fingertips pattering along it's length was barely audible over the crackle of the fire, like wand inspection ASMR. The way she stroked it's length and tapped a finger on it's tip captivated you into a trance, one you only broke out of when she smacked the wand against the palm of her hand, like a nun with a ruler.

"Huh, guess it is broken," Miranda shrugged, tossing it back to you. "In that case, I guess we can share the hotseat." With that, she yielded a little more space to you, space which you were more than happy to fill.

The seating arrangement may have been settled, but that still left the awkward question of your boner. With Miranda pressed warmly against your flank, still dressed like the sexiest cat to ever live, it wasn't about to go away any time soon. You did, however, have an idea.

"Since you're being so generous sharing the couch," you said, "I think it's fair if we share this too." In the smoothest motion you could, you undid your cloak from your neck, and threw it over both your and Miranda's laps. As the impromptu blanket settled over you both, you took the opportunity to snuggle a little closer to your crush, and to your welcome surprise, she laid her head on your shoulder.

Sat like this, you didn't care how long it took for Tom and Nicole to return.