A/N: Hey all. This is my first fanfic so please help me to become a better writer. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Cats, but oh how I'd like to.
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Bombalurina ran through the cold junkyard shivering slightly, goose bumps rising on her skin and making her hair stand on end. She dashed through the early morning air, trying to beat the sunrise and make it to her destination. She jumped up to the roof of the TSE1 car with ease and stretched. After a few moments, she turned to lay on her back and waited. Closing her eyes, the scarlet queen sighed deeply as the sun rose and warmth washed over her. It was her favorite feeling, the only thing that ever got her up this early. The moment of bliss was interrupted as a form bounded over to her, lay down practically on top of her, and nuzzled her cheek.
"What?" Bomba said, completely and utterly confused. She opened one eye and saw a bunch of black and golden brown. "Tugger! Get off!" she shrieked as she tried to shove him off.
"Awh, I was so comfortable," he replied to her attempts of relieving herself of him. He reluctantly got off Bomba and sat next to her, legs outstretched in front of him, leaning back on his hands.
"How did you know I was here? I thought I was quiet enough…" Bomba said. She sat up too and started to groom herself.
"Actually, you woke me. I was sleeping in a pipe and I guess in your rush to get here you leapt onto it, which resulted in a resounding doooooonnnngggg," he said, imitating the sound.
"Oh. Sorry. So much for being stealthy, hm?" she laughed and lay down again. The sun was halfway up now, and she was enjoying the heat.
"So, do you do this every morning?" Tugger asked.
"No, just when I feel like it. It's the best feeling. You're freezing one moment and then it's so warm," she replied happily.
"I guess you're right," Tugger said.
"Did you just say that I was right?" Bomba asked doubtfully, eyes still closed.
"Yes, I just said that you were right. It's a rare occasion, so enjoy it, chick. I'm going to go visit the kits. Have fun sunning yourself." Tugger stood and stretched, a devilish grin quickly finding its way onto his face. He bent over, nipped Bomba's ear, then kissed her forehead.
Bomba's eyes shot open. That caught her completely off guard. She looked up to see a smirking Tugger and swatted at him playfully. She had hoped this was a normal conversation.
"Tell me you didn't like it without lying," he said as he went off without waiting to hear an answer.
"I don't know if I can," Bomba whispered almost inaudibly.
She sat in silence for a while after that, thinking over everything that happened that morning. What was supposed to be a peaceful, quiet morning turned out to be much more interesting. A few minutes later she heard squealing and knew the flirtatious tom had made it to the kits. The effect of the morning sun wore off soon after and she hopped off the car. It was her turn to tease him.
As she followed the sounds of the female kits, she thought. Her and Tugger's flirting had turned into a sort of game. Now, it was her move. As she neared the kits den, she slowed her pace and began to walk a bit more sensuously. She knew he liked that because no matter how hard he would try not to stare, he would always steal glances that ended up lasting for more than a few seconds.
The kits came into view, Etcetera, Jemima, Electra, and Victoria all squealing and shrieking, enjoying Tugger's presence immensely. Tumblebrutus and Pouncival were nearby up on piles of old furniture watching without much enthusiasm.
The female kits quieted and the males perked up when they saw Bomba approaching. Tugger turned to look for the object that stole his little fan club's attention and cause them to stop cheering. Bomba saucily walked up to Tugger and put her elbow on his shoulder to support her weight as she leaned on him. Tugger, being the attention seeking cat he is, did not appreciate being treated like an inanimate object and proceeded to push her elbow off him, causing her to lose her balance and almost fall. He caught her before she met the ground, set her on her feet, and placed his arm around her waist, getting a few pouts out of the young audience.
"So, what are you guys doing?" Bomba asked the kits. Tugger watched her every move.
"We were playing with Tugger until you came," Cetty said, the most upset about Bomba's interruption.
"Now, now, be nice. Let's play a different game. Bomba can play too," Tugger said and winked at Bomba. He caught her tail and started to twirl it around two fingers.
"I can?" Bomba questioned, raising her eyebrows.
"Of course. Just fawn over me, tend to me, and do what I ask. It's fun, really," Tugger said, as if it were no big deal. The male kits sighed and rolled their eyes.
"What are you asking?" Bomba said, practically purring, trying to ignore the fact that that was exactly what they were doing before she got there. She turned to face him full on. He place his hand on her face and the kits started whining.
"Not much…" he answered, lifting her chin upwards.
At that moment, Bomba slipped out of Tugger's grasp, pulled Cetty up off the ground and shoved her towards Tugger. Their lips met for a brief moment. A chorus of "kiss me next" broke out from the other three female kits, and Tugger realized that Bomba had been planning this all along. Cetty's squeal reached such a high pitch that the other five kits had to cover their ears.
Tugger smiled as the female kits all gathered around Cetty so she could retell her experience. Tugger left quickly in pursuit of the red queen who had plotted this whole thing.