White Wolf Fan Fiction Presents:
~Cold~
A Tom and Jerry Story
Title: Cold
Words: 446
Warnings: Yaoi and major fluff~!
Pairings: Tom/Jerry (Original)
Disclaimer: I don't own Tom and Jerry.
Summary: Jerry is really cold and seeks warmth from a certain sleeping cat.
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Jerry shivered, rubbing at his arms furiously in a pathetic attempt to warm himself up. Not only was it winter, the cold already biting at him, but the heater was broken, so no warmth was circling through the house. And he was really, really cold.
In fact, he was so cold, he was almost desperate enough to crawl from his not-so-comfortable, but safe, home and seek warmth in the only place he knew there was any: Tom, the resident cat and the one being hell-bent on getting rid of him.
As it would happen, said cat was currently sleeping comfortably in his own bed, wrapped in the warmth of his fuzzy blanket. Next to him was a bowl half-full of lukewarm milk and an empty plate of what used to be meat and cheese. To be honest, he looked about the warmest thing in the house and it was starting to get to the little brown mouse.
But, Jerry wasn't nearly as desperate to put himself in harms way just for some heat... was he?
Crawling from his hole, he decided he was actually that desperate.
Luckily for him though Tom was the deepest sleeper he knew of, aside from Spike, but that dog could literally sleep through an explosion and wouldn't wake up for the world unless his son was involved somehow. Unfortunately for him, the cat seemed to always be awake whenever Jerry was around. It was like he had a mouse-radar inside his head or something.
Tip-toeing over to Tom, Jerry let out a shaky breath as he poked Tom in the paw, flinching back and only breathing out a sigh of relief when the cat didn't move. He inched closer and sniffed at the cat before letting a smile slip across his face as he climbed into the bed and snuggled under the blanket, as close to Tom's fur as he could possibly get.
He enjoyed a few moments of silence and warmth until he felt the cat shift and move and he let out a small squeak when he looked up, seeing bright yellow-green eyes narrowed at him, clouded with sleepy content. He held his breath as Tom stared at him before letting it out all in one go when Tom lowered his head back on the bed and shifted his tail over the mouse, giving the mouse unspoken permission to be there.
Jerry offered the cat a smile and curled up again, nearly missing the tiny nuzzle he got just before he fell asleep.
All that he cared about though was that he was warm and content, curled against his cat, and that was all that mattered at the moment.