Random drabble that sprang to mind in English when my teacher was reading a poem that reminded me of Misto & Tugger for some reason , anyhoo , concrit it muchly appreciated!
Loving The Rum Tum Tugger was like dancing with the devil. There was no telling were it would lead to, there was hell to pay for it, yet the temptation to go on with the dance was well nigh irresistible. For Mistoffelees, there was little of his life that did not revolve around the Rum Tum Tugger. Yet he was no closer to the quintessential tom than he had been four years ago when he first came to the junkyard. His promotion from partner in crime to partner in the bedroom was extraordinarily rapid by any standard. Mistoffelees hadn't said no to Tugger because he simply hadn't given him time to say anything. Tugger had taken him over the way he did any other cat. It was utterly breathtaking. It was only after they had made love for the first tame that Misto became confused. The simple satisfaction of being with Tugger was no longer enough , Misto wanted more. But every time the conjurer was alone with Tugger , the Maine Coon simply refused , only wishing to fulfill other people needs when in benefited him somehow. It wasn't fair. But Tugger never played fair. Proud , confident , Sexy, all perfect adjectives for Tugger , but for one so fun to be around he was always somehow ,cold. Mistoffelees knew what Tugger really sought after - affection. Not just a bit of rough and tumble , but real not even Mistoffelees knew if he trusted Tugger enough to give him his heart. So they went on , Misto just another piece of the Rum Tum Tugger sex life , and for the time being he was content with that. Would something progress into real love ? Only time could tell , but that's what you get for dancing with the devil...
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