A/N: A quick Victoria/Mistofelees drabble... Perhaps I shall put it into a longer fiction or a oneshot? This isn't really long enough to be a good oneshot... So beware, you may see it again in another story of mine! MUAHA! Hehehe...
Disclaimer: I do not own CATS or any of the characters affiliated with CATS (I wish I did... drools over Misto Hehehe...). Yet, this story is mine and if you steal it I will send Macavity after you!
Waking Dreams
A Drabble by januaryfreeze92
I watched him sleep.
His chest fell in time with every breath he took and I didn't dare move. His coat shined in the soft, pure moonlight, causing some leftover glitter to sparkle. He rolled onto his back, reclining in ease. For once in my life I was not drawn to the moonlight, but to him, the beautiful tuxedo cat of whom I longed to call mine. Was he not beautiful, though? I knew that that didn't really make sense to me at the time, he was a Tom, not a Queen... but that's what he was - beautiful.
I would have believed he was magical even if he wasn't the original conjuring cat. It was like magic - the way I was mesmerized by him, drawn to him like a magnet. His tail flicked in his sleep and some sparks flew out of the end. I giggled under my breath and sighed softly, my eyes filled with only him. He usually didn't sleep outside in such cold weather, and he didn't mean to. He just seemed to pass out as we were speaking of both everything and nothing. I didn't have the heart to wake him, though. He was dry, and warm if I could help it. He was laying on the hood of an old car and I sat beside him, the snow around us seemed to not only reflect the moon's glow but shine with a light of it's own, almost as magical as the cat beside me.
"Magical Mr Mistoffelees," I whispered with a smile, hesitantly reaching out to caress his cheek. He leaned into my touch in his sleep and my smile widened considerably. "I love you, Misto," I said softly, the words I dared not to say to him when he was conscious, and leaned down to brush my lips against his forehead. He began to stir and I quickly sat back up, pretending that nothing had happened.
"Victoria?" he whispered, sleepily. I nuzzled his neck in a greeting customary for friends to do. "That's me," I whispered back. Mistoffelees' dark eyes opened, the nearly black orbs sparkling in the moonlight. He smiled up at me, causing my heart to beat somewhat erratically in my chest and I smiled back down at him, his smile was infectious. "It's freezing out here," he said softly, chuckling under his breath. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, sitting up. I nodded mutely and he wrapped an arm around me and I didn't think anything of it. We were friends, no matter how much I longed for it to be more.