She does

Tibby starts exploring your apartment the moment you open the door, while Ashley and you put away her bags and set the table. She reappears at your side the moment she hears the crinkle of the tinfoil the cake is wrapped in. "Ooh, that looks yummy!"

"Where'd a guy like you get a cake like this?" Ashley asks, reaching for the knife.

"My mom baked it. I think she wants to tempt me into moving back home."

You talk about your plans for the future and make some other conversation until Ashley notices the time and excuses herself.

You hug her at the door and tell her "Come visit us again soon, you know you're always welcome to drop in."

"And you're always welcome to try on my ears again," Tibby chimes in happily, unable to resist making Ashley blush a final time before she leaves.

"It really is late," you observe. "Let's get some sleep and worry about unpacking tomorrow."

"Okay," Tibby yawns adorably before heading toward the bedroom. "I am sleeping in your bed, right? You're not gonna make me curl up on the carpet or something?"

"I wouldn't dream of it," you reassure her with an inviting gesture to the bed. Inspired by her behavior, you gather the courage to tease her. "Plus, you did say something about proving you're worth $300."

"Mm, I did say that. But the best things in life are worth waiting for. And I want to wait until I know you're worth it too, so no funny business." She hops onto the bed before continuing with a purr. "You can still look though."

And look you do, enjoying the show as the gorgeous creature wriggles out of her top and shorts. As she wasn't wearing a bra, she's now sitting on your bed in nothing but a little blue pair of panties and her collar. She's also looking at you expectantly. "Your turn!"

"Oh right." You start undressing, awkwardly at first but more confidently as you notice she doesn't mind what she's seeing. Once you're in your boxers Tibby scoots off the covers so she can get under them, and you turn off the light before getting in next to her.

You say your goodnights and settle in, close enough to feel her presence but not touching. A few minutes later, she rolls over and her head comes to rest against your shoulder, her cat ears tickling your chin for a moment as she gets comfortable. Her body is warm against your side, and your boxers are a bit tighter than they were a moment ago. You consider saying something, but Tibby is already sleeping soundly.