~Baby, it's Cold Outside
This is my one-shot for CrazyIndigoChild, where having an art trade to get me out of my funk.
Misto gave Tug a small smile and started towards the door.
Tug frowned and put a hand on his shoulder. "Whats the rush, babe?"
Misto: I really can't stay!
Tug: But Baby its cold outside!
Misto turned around and smiled.
Misto: I've got to go away.
Tug: But baby its cold outside!
Misto: This evening has been
Tug: I had been hoping you'd drop in.
Misto: So very nice!
Tug sat down on the blanket and wrapped his arms around Misto's lithe frame, and held his hands in his own.
Tug: I'll hold your hands, there just like ice!
Misto jumped up and backed away.
Misto: My mother will start to worry.
Tug: Beautiful whats your hurry?
Misto: My father will be pacing the floor.
Tug: Listen to the fire roar!
The main coon gestured to the small fire built in the corner.
Misto: So really I better scurry…
Tug: Babe, please don't hurry.
Misto bit his lip and shrugged. "Maybe just half a drink more…"
Tugger smiled and winked. "Put some records on while I pour." He walked over to the dish next to his bed and handed it to Misto.
Misto: The neighbors might think…..
Tug: Baby its bad out there!
Misto's eye lids started to get heavy as he glared accusingly at Tugger. "Whats in this drink?"
"There are no laughs to be had out there!"
Misto swooned and fell back on the blanket.
Misto: I wish I knew how…
Tug: Your eyes are like stars right now.
Misto: To break this spell.
Tug: Your hair looks swell!
Misto: I ought to say "no, no, no sir!"
Tug scooted in closer and wrapped an arm around the Tux.
Tug: Mind if I move in closer?
Misto: At least ill say I tried.
Tug: Whats the since in hurtin' my pride?
Misto: I really can't stay!
Tug: Baby don't hold out!
Misto leaned his drunken head against his shoulder. "Well…i-I guess it is cold outside."
His eyes snapped open and a hurriedly pulled away from the Maine Coon.
Misto: I simply must go.
Tug: but baby its cold outside!
Misto: The answer is no.
Tug: but baby its cold outside!
Misto: Your welcome has been…
Tug: How lucky I am, that you dropped in!
Misto: so nice and warm.
Tugger gestured to the opening of his den at the pouring rain and flashing lightning.
Tug: baby look at the storm!
Misto: My sister will be suspicious…
Tugger rolled his eyes at the mention of the silly white queen and leaned into Misto and smiled.
Tug: God, your lips look delicious.
Misto: My brother will be there at the door
Tug: Waves on a tropical shore!
Misto: My aunts mind is vicious…
Tug once again rolled his eyes. God, he hated Demeter. He lightly pressed his lips against Mistoffelees' in an attempt to woe him.
Tug: God your lips are delicious!
Misto: But maybe just a dance more…
Tug: Never been such a blizzard before.
Misto: I've got to get home.
Tug: Babe, you'll freeze out there!
Misto: Lend me a coat.
Tug: It's up to your knees out there!
Misto: It's really been grand…
Tug: I thrill when you touch my hand.
Misto: But don't you see?
Tugger put a hand to his heart in mock-hurt.
Tug: How can you do these things to me?
Misto: There's bound to be talk tomorrow…
Tug: Think of my life long sorrow!
Misto: At least there will be plenty implied
Tug: if you got pneumonia and died.
Misto: I really can't stay!
Tug: Get over that hold out.
Misto bit his lip and glanced out side. "Well, it is cold outside."
Finally, Tugger thought. Im glad Misto isn't such a prude.
"Night, Tug!" Misto said, and curled up into a ball.
"Wait, what?" Tug said.
"Im tired." He said. "That's what you get for trying to drug me" Misto said, and drifted off to sleep.
Tug rolled his eyes and curled up next to him. "God damn snow storm."