Okay, my first proper fic, Well thankyou for deciding to read this, I hope you enjoy!

P.S, cookies for anyone who can find the Eastenders quote…

'Bomba…I love you'

Tugger glanced up, meeting his reflection, he sighed.

'Hey Bomba, I've been thinking, 'Ya'know, maybe we should hook up someti…'

No, you sound like a prat.

'Listen, Bomba, when I look at you, I feel different…special'

You're trying to get with the queen, not become one.

'Hey, Bombs, I've been watching you lately and…'

Stalker.

Tugger analysed himself in the mirror, this was honestly the first time in his existence he was concerned about his appearance; he always looked gorgeous, with minimal effort. But she always looked stunning with what appeared to be no effort at all. He leant closer to the mirror. Although nothing could match Bombalurina's perfection, Tugger decided that he could get pretty damn close, and thought it a good idea to raid his human's bathroom cabinet. His owner was rather much a ladies man in his own right, proving very alluring to the opposite sex. Tugger had returned to the junkyard with a blue glass bottle reading 'Joop Jump', 'Snog Me Senseless' breath freshener and a few portentous looking aerosols. After deciding he didn't want any of them he was reduced to 'practicing' what he was going to tell the scarlet queen. He knew in a sense what he wanted to tell her, he just couldn't think of the right words.

'Damn It Tugger! Why can't you just tell her that you love her' he said aloud.

'Maybe if you did, she might accept it'

'Bast! How long have you been there, Misto?'

'Long enough' Tugger's 'roommate' responded 'And, if I was Bomba, I would fall for the things you just said, they're fine'

'Well, thankfully, you're not Bomba, so that wasn't of any assistance'

'I was just trying to help, Tug'

'I know, sorry'

Tugger glanced at the clock.

'Aww Shit! Shitshitshit!'

'Tugger , What's wrong?'

'Im late, very late, I'm ever so bloody late' he said dashing out the door.

'Tugger!' Misto called.

'WHAT NOW, I HAVENT GOT TIME!' Tugger snapped.

Misto stepped out of their den, handing Tugger a perfect, crisp, crimson rose.

'Are you sure that one is enough' Tugger asked apprehensively.

'Yes, just go Tugger'

'Thanks, Misto, What would I do without you' Tugger said, kissing his companion on the forehead before heading towards Bomba's den. Misto glanced up at the spot were Tugger's lips had rested and wiped his forehead with his paw. 'That's tom's gonna be the death of me'

'Bomba, what the hell is that'

'Mascara'

'Huh?'

'Make-up, Demeter, you know, what one would usually use to make themselves more attractive.'

'You're a cat, Bomba; you're not supposed to wear make-up'

'We're also not supposed to sing or dance, but you don't see anyone else complaining'

Bombalurina gave an ephemeral look to the ornate mantel clock.

'He's probably not coming Bomba'

'Shut up Deme'

'He's late again Bomba, you said…'

'Oh will you just shut up Demeter, just because you have a pathetic love life doesn't mean you should interfere with everyone else's' she heckled.

Demeter glanced at her paws, an utterly crestfallen looked appliquéd on her face.

'Sorry Dems, I didn't mean to'

'It's fine Bomba'

Bombalurina went back to fixing herself. She picked up a delicate crystal bottle that was lightly tinted pink, it glimmered under the lamplight. She squirted it several times; the misty droplets of perfume laced her body, making her fur sparkle amorously.

'Holy crap Bomba, are you trying to be alluring, or gas him out'

'If you not going to be any help, Deme, just get out'

'Fine' Demeter snapped, departing from the den.

Bomba sighed. Her sister could be so temperamental at times. She sniffed the air hesitantly. Maybe she had overdone it with the perfume, what if it actually was unbearable?

A cheerful knock erupted the room.

Crap! He's here! How can I fix it now…My natural scent!

She ran over to her bed and began rolling about, attempting to mask the sweet scent of the perfume that in actual fact was just a pleasant bouquet that floated around her.

'Bomba? Are you okay?'

'Uh-huh, just a second'

'Bomba, If you don't come out, I'm gonna come in'

'No, please don't, I just be a sec, OWWW!'She said, as she smacked her head against the wall.

'Right, I'm coming in'

'No, Tug…'

Tugger opened the door, to be greeted by Bomba, who was crumpled beneath her own body in the most unladylike position.

'I do hope I haven't interrupted anything Bomba'

A gentle smile tickled the edge of Tuggers lips as he chuckled lightly.

Bomba, who had now regained an upright position, sniffed disapprovingly.

'Glad to see I amuse you Tugger'

Her fur was ruffled, the mascara, somehow had become smudged and she had managed to scratch her self whilst in the little debacle.

She stood up and looked in the mirror, and then, much to Tuggers dismay, she began sobbing.

'Hey babe, don't cry, I didn't mean to laugh at you, just you looked kinda funny…'

'I look funny?' she whimpered

'No! You look utterly gorgeous, you always do but…How did you end up like that?'

'Well Deme, said that I smelt bad, and that, I, and then, and y-y-you weren't c-coming and' she began to sob again, and go into that hysteric state when one's words just become intelligible whimpers. Tugger wasn't used to queens being upset around him. He didn't like it.

He gazed at her, the blotches of black mulch that had gathered beneath her eyes, leaving tracks in her fur, she looks pretty when she cries.

'Calm down, c'mon babe, please, for me, I hate to see a pretty queen crying'

He placed his finger beneath her chin and tilted her head up.

'C'mon sweetheart, smile, for me' she abruptly twisted her face away from his.

'I'm not a kitten Tugger, don't treat me like one'

'Sorry'

'No, Im sorry Tugger, it's just…Deme has been a real bitch today'

'Its okay you can abuse the Tugger as much as you like, I'm yours for the night.'

'You do know that that makes you sound like such a prostitute'

'The correct term, my dear, is gigolo, and I'll do anything if the price is right'

She batted his arm playfully.

'You look like a depressed panda' Tugger commented

'Thanks hun.'

'Your welcome'

Bomba sighed dejectedly.

'What's wrong babe?' Tugger queried

'I can't go out looking like this' she said gesturing to herself.

Tugger glanced at his own anatomy. Then took Bomba's lead and began rolling on the floor. When he sat back up, his fur had fallen attractively, so it framed his face, and his ruffled fur seemed altogether rather arranged, much like he had intended to look dishevelled.

'What was with the spaz attack?' Bomba asked.

'Now we both look like twats'

'But that's not fair Tugger, you still look hot!'

'As do you Bomba , so now , seeing as we both look mighty fine , are you ready to go out'

'Alright' she said, affecting an unimpressed tone 'If we have to'

'Good' Tugger said proudly, lifting Bombalurina into his arms.

'Tug! Put me down' she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and snuggling into his chest.

'Nah, you seem pretty comfortable there'

'You're such a geek'

'And you love me for it'

'Yes, Yes I do'

Thanks for reading , and I really need a Beta reader as I have loads of mistakes...=)