A/N: Yay! New contest entry for Cettie The Mary-Sue Slayer's Double Contest. I, being the brave author I am, is going to enter the genre contest. The following chapters will consist of twenty different songfics, each belonging to a different genre.

This first chapter will the romance genre entry, I'll be using the song While Your Lips Are Still Red by Nightwish.

Disclaimer: Neither the song nor characters/settings etc. (yes… including the kitten) belong to me.

"Why did he do that?"

I gently rested my paw on her dark shoulder. What else could I do while she started to sob? She was such a young queen, so naïve, so innocent.

"Jemima, hush now."

My words didn't seem to comfort her at all, in fact they just intensified the amount of tears falling down her soft cheeks. I delicately rested her head on my shoulder, sighing as she began to weep into it. I didn't mind, not at all. I wanted to tell her everything, yet I was too afraid. Love is such a dangerous thing, often mistaken for other emotions. I didn't want to hurt her, I would rather die myself than cause her a moment of heartache.

"Why? I though he loved me like he said he did. Then he just left me alone because I wouldn't let him…"

She broke off, I am certain to what the rest of the sentence would have been. Alonzo never seemed to be concerned about those kind of issues, either you gave him what he wanted or you would be denied everything from him for the rest of this life.

"Jemima, there is no fault upon you."

She only clutched to me tighter after hearing those words. Despite how I enjoyed this moment, I felt guilty. She only cared because she was in pain, yet when she wasn't chained to sorrow, she seemed to not know of my presence. Such a sweet sorrow. Stroking her arm tenderly, I began to whisper a song in her ear.

"Sweet little words made for silence not talk,

Young heart for love not heartache

Dark hair for catching the wind,

Not to veil the sight of a cold world."

Loosening her hold on me, her deep brown eyes looked into mine. Smiling ever so gently, I continued on.

"Kiss while your lips are still red,

While he's still silent

Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled."

My paw slowly reached towards her own, resting there almost subconsciously. She repositioned her head to rest on my chest, while she still gazed at me desolately.

"Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool

Drown into eyes while they're still blind,

Love while the night still hides the withering dawn."

Indeed her eyes were so immeasurably mesmerizing, one could not help but drown into them. Such eyes could only be compared to Luna herself, glistening with such innocence and beauty.

"First day of love never comes back,

A passionate hour's never a wasted one

The violin, the poet's hand,

Every thawing heart plays your theme with care."

I started to drift off gradually, the melody acting as my personal lullaby. Though something, quite soothing and subtle, but there nonetheless.

"Kiss while your lips are still red,

While he's still silent

Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled."

She actually memorised my words, not even my sister had taken the trouble to learn these lyrics after years. However Jemima was singing them quietly as to calm herself and forget about her broken relationship. Deciding to not agonize myself about this, I simply sang along with her.

"Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool

Drown into eyes while they're still blind,

Love while the night still hides the withering dawn."

She moved her head off of my chest, allowing the cold to rush and take away the warmth she had left next to my heart. She continued to sing with me.

"Kiss while your lips are still red,

While he's still silent

Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled."

Looking at one another I stared into those brown eyes, which could only belong to Jemima, so simple, yet so sophisticated those eyes were. She lent in towards me, as if she was going to murmur a forbidden wish to me. How I wished to press those lips upon my own, but I had to restrain myself. It just didn't seem… the right moment. We sang the last words together.

"Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool

Drown into eyes while they're still blind,

Love while the night still hides the withering dawn."

Blushing from the embarrassment of her being so close to me, I looked away from her face. It was quite obvious though, how I wish that I wasn't so immature when it came to this kind of love. I could swear by the Everlasting Cat that she blushed a little herself, though she didn't turn away like I did. Instead she rested one of her paws on my cheek, her touch was fairly tender but still contained enough strength to force my face towards hers. I didn't mind so much. Our faces were so close to each other, I could feel the heat of her breath on my face, the space between our lips becoming less and less until they collided against each other. For what felt like hours soon disappeared as her lips left mine to whisper to my ear.

"Love while the night still hides the withering dawn, Cori."

A/N: Alright, I would appreciate criticism and all, I admit I am not too skilled in the area of writing romance and all but I would like some feedback. I had to use the Jemima/Coricopat pairing for this fic, it just seemed to write itself. Though I really should stop making Alonzo such an ignorant tom…

Again, I don't own the song. Tuomas Holopainen does. While Cats is Andrew Lloyd Webber's and T.S Elliot's to have.