Chapter 9. Romantical Cats
It was a week before the human holiday of Christmas, and the set was buzzing, even though it was lunch time. Admetus and Cassandra sat waiting at the doors of the makeup room. The two were watching as a group of actors went by, leaving for the break they had earned that day. A set of black feet peeped through, and the two waiting cats slid through the throng and Jellicled out beside their fellow Jellicle. Mistoffelees found himself being herded off by the two, and, seeing where they were leading him, asked no questions.
Alicia sat on one of the counters, practicing her hand juggling. Alonzo was cross-legged on the floor, doing regular juggling with four compacts and a cell phone, explaining how the hand tricks were done. Alicia accidentally dropped one of the glass balls on the patched tom's head when Misto greeted them.
"I just had myself marched in here; I hope I don't have to fix any more head wounds," he joked. They had been juggling all week. Alicia grinned, stuffing her gear in her backpack. "No, I don't think I could mess Al's head up any more." The tom in question stuck his tongue out at her and got up to leave, tugging his headfur at Misto as he went, grinning.
"Misto, I hate to ask, but I can't afford a vet visit right now, and I'm nowhere near trained enough to guess what's wrong. My cat's been acting strange the last couple of days. Could you come over and check him out for me? Please? I'm really worried. He's not old enough to be acting this weird unless something's wrong."
Mistoffelees quickly went over his plans to see if his was free, which he was. Magic was useful, but it made you a bit awkward sometimes. He smiled. "Sure. I have nothing else going on, and it is for a fellow cat, and a friend."
"Thank you, Misto. I'll just drive us both there after rehearsal. I know you can take care of yourself, but it gets kind of rough between my house and the junkyard."
Surprised that she worried about him, Misto agreed that that would be fine. They went their separate ways as he left to find lunch and she went off to stretch.
Alicia loved the set. It just brought out her inner five year old. She flew over the 'junk', doing cartwheels and round-offs, working on her flips and landing finally in a split. Her legs hurt a bit, since she couldn't wear the shoes while in costume. She got up and hitched her leg over the pipe, bending to touch her toes.
"Hey, Connors" came Bryn's voice from behind her. She groaned, but turned around. "Walters," she muttered, wondering what he wanted. He was leaning against the junk, grinning at her. That was new. Alicia wondered what he was up to.
"Look, Connors, I've been a bit of an ass, I'll admit, but you are getting better. How'd you like to go do something sometime?" Alicia stared at him. He wasn't drunk, and as far as she could tell, he wasn't stoned either. "What?"
"You heard me. And it's not every girl I ask, so you should feel flattered."
Alicialooked up at him. 'Damn he's tall' she thought as she shook her head. "I don't think so, Bryn. You might have a nice guy hidden beneath the sadistic bastard you normally are to me, but I don't want to got through the emotional turmoil to dig him out."
"Fine" Bryn sneered at her, wrinkling his nose like she was something on the bottom of his shoe, "There went your chance, but fine." Alicia watched as he walked away, trying to figure out what had just happened. It puzzled her for the rest of the day.
Alicia's Apartment
Mistoffelees sat on the couch while Alicia crawled under the TV stand to wrangle her cat. He caught himself staring at her rear-end a bit more than what he should have, considering the situation.
The cat was a huge thing, a tan tabby pixie bob/Maine coon mix with a full tail and gold eyes named Leary, (short for Legardemanx.) He was neutered and about six years old, and he was pissed. Misto held him, feeling strange about it until he looked into the cat's eyes, and it yowled at him for five full minutes. Then he understood.
"He's not sick." he said to Alicia, handing the cat off to her as soon as he could. "Oh, thank god. He hasn't been eating, and I don't know what I'd do if I lost him." Mistoffelees grinned as he watched her nuzzle the irritated animal. 'Alicia should have been a cat,' he thought to himself. "Well, like I said, he's not sick. He's pissed."
"Pissed?"
"At you."
Alicia looked hurt "What did I do?" she asked, sitting down, trying to pet Leary, who was being very standoffish. Misto counted the things off on his fingers.
"You've been disappearing for hours on end, you come back smelling not only like you've been around a bunch of human toms, but like you've been surrounded by cats he doesn't know all day, and now, you've brought one of the strange cats home." Alicia looked at him, an eyebrow up. Misto put his hands up in defense "Hey, his words, not mine."
"Anything else?" Alicia asked, looking not at Mistoffelees but at Leary. The cat stood with his front paws on her knees and yowled at her. Mistoffelees translated.
"'He hates you coming home when you've been around the human toms all day. He says the last one you brought home was mean to him. He hates you coming home smelling like unfixed cats…and he says that now you can't make up your mind, and you bring home something that looks like a Human tom, but smells like a cat, and it's not fixed!'"
"Ouch. Sorry Misto." Alicia winced.
"Hey, don't worry about it. I'd probably feel the same way if you were my owner…and that didn't sound right…" Mistoffelees winced back.
"That sounded jealous. Aww, poor Misto, is he jealous of the Leary?" Alicia teased, waving the heavy cat's paws at him. He blew a raspberry at her and bowed to the cat. Leary sniffed Mistoffelees, hopping onto his shoulders and crawling around every inch of him he could get to. Misto waited patiently, and Leary eventually laid down in his lap, purring. Alicia patted her cat's head, dumbfounded.
"I thought he didn't like you."
"He decided I was okay, and the bow didn't hurt either. Cats are entitled to a bit of respect, you know."
Alicia wrinkled her nose at the reference. "No, never heard that. Do you think it'd be okay if I brought him on set, let him get to know other people, see they're not all bad?"
"I don't think it would hurt."
"Well…I've got plans for tomorrow, at least."
There was a mutual sigh, followed by an awkward silence, the only noise Leary's purrs. They carefully avoided each other's eyes, not entirely sure why they were doing so. Mistoffelees took a cursory look around Alicia's apartment. He'd been there before but never really looked at the place. The bedroom and bath were walled off in the back, and the kitchenette took up a corner. There was a thin wall partitioning off the main living room from the one they were in. The main living room was empty but for a few sawhorses and a litter of other hobbled together dance equipment. The wood floor was polished and well cared for, and Misto could tell that this was where Alicia practiced. The shoes he had made for her sat on the table. The tux tom grinned, and awkwardness and a streak of spontaneity combined to force his next words from his mouth.
"Want to go ice skating?" he asked, not having a clue where the question had come from. Alicia smiled at him. "You know, I've lived here for four years and never been? Let's go." They went to the rink at Grand Central Station, renting skates because neither one owned any. Misto hadn't even bothered to glamour himself to look human, and since posters of the returning musical festooned the city, there were constantly fans in costume running around. No one noticed he was a Jellicle. He and Cici had laughed on the way, cracking jokes at each other in the van.
They had been on several 'dates' before, but someone from the cast or one of the cats had always gone along with them, just so they wouldn't have to deal with the teasing. Misto had long since made up his mind that Alicia was staying on the cast, and if he had to give up some time to convince her parents that they really were 'together,' it was no skin off his nose. In truth, he enjoyed the excursions into the human world. When he had to help fund the junkyard, he was all business, and other than that, he had no reason to go out in a human guise. This gave him a reason, and he found he liked some of what her world had to offer. The movies were nice, the museums intriguing, and, despite the embarrassing situation that had occurred there, the Karaoke bars were fun.
After a quick bite to eat from the vender, they went out onto the ice. Alicia had no idea what she was doing, but she learned where to set her balance quick, and only fell down a few times. She was clumsy, but she could stay on her feet, and was soon enjoying herself thoroughly. Mistoffelees was not so lucky. Unused to things on his feet, he found it impossible to find his balance. Two seconds on the ice and he was flat on his face. Irritated, he struggled to get back up, succeeded, only to fall backwards. He felt himself blushing as Alicia helped him to his feet, wobbling herself. The girl giggled, and he couldn't help the glare he shot at her.
"Come on, Misto. It's not so hard," she said, taking his hand, "just swing your arms and go." The black cat blushed with embarrassment as she showed him how.
Mistoffelees tried to follow her example, but his skate caught a burr in the ice and he pitched backwards, swinging his arms wildly before falling on his back yet again. Alicia helped him to his feet with the aid of a stranger, and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Maybe we should just stick together for a while," she smiled, her face pink from the cold. Mistoffelees cursed the skates, but placed his arm on her back to keep his balance. She was warm, and the wind lanced through his fur, so the tom felt only a little awkward when he edged in nearer.
For a few minutes, they managed to toddle awkwardly around the rink, silly smiles of accomplishment plastered to their faces. Then Alicia let him go, spinning him around as she encouraged him to go off on his own. He held his feet for a few seconds, doing a shaky turn around her as she shuffled in place. He had almost completed the circuit when he lost his balance. They landed together, Mistoffelees on top of her as Alicia laughed. There was a silence as they looked at each other, nose to nose. Belatedly realizing the position they were in, Misto flushed scarlet and struggled to remove himself, the skates not helping.
Alicia scooted out from under him, a blush spreading over her nose in the most charming manner, and a puff of wind took her scent to his sensitive nose. She smelled of hot cider, warm clothes fresh out of the dryer, with the crispness of the snow and hints of grass after a rainstorm, along with all the commonly shared scent markers of humans and females. Mistoffelees shook his head to rid himself of both the flush and the other reactions his body as having to her, wishing he knew what was going on in his mind. Alicia helped him to his feet, and they made their fumbling way back to the benches. Alicia was scrunch faced, trying not to laugh at the situation, not realizing what was going on with the tom seated next to her.
Mistoffelees was beating himself up inside. 'She's human, you're a cat, and most of all, she's your friend! You shouldn't be thinking like this.'
'Ah, but you can't help but feel it, can you? You care for her, Quaxo, and your body knows it!' said the side of his mind that took after Tugger.
'Shut up!' he told himself as he attacked the laces on the skates. Alicia grabbed them as soon as they were off, and came back with a smile and a bag of popcorn, which she promptly handed to him. "Here you go…always made me feel better when I goofed up in class." He smiled back with difficulty as he popped a piece in his mouth. He muttered thanks and swore about the skates, and how he couldn't get used to the heavy things on his feet. Alicia sympathized with him, and draped a friendly arm around his shoulder. She thought he blushed from the bad skating, and didn't notice her touch make him go redder. Mistoffelees was just glad to be sitting down.
They ate at a nondescript little place near the theatre before making it back to Alicia's place. It was snowing fiercely and Alicia had not wanted her friend out in this. Mistoffelees, still uncomfortable about what was going on in his head, said he could just magic himself to his home, but Alicia had been adamant.
"Uh-uh, mister. I am not gonna scrape your frozen self out of a pipe or den because you were too stubborn to listen to me. It is freezing, and your magic has been acting weird lately."
Embarrassed that she had noticed that, he groused. "I'm fine. I know how to control it, even if it is a bit haywire."
"I know you do," Alicia said, concern in her voice, "but you're my best friend. Just bear with me, for my sake if nothing else. Please?"
Alicia nodded happily when he conceded, and soon they were laughing at each other's exploits on the ice.
They forced their way through the fire escape door of Cici's apartment (the stairs in the old building were being worked on), stomping snow from themselves and shoving each other playfully. Alicia tossed her boots to the side and ran to her bedroom to change. Mistoffelees dried himself off with a bit of magic, and to cover up the smell of wet dog that her window mat threw off for some reason, zapped to life a wick of cherry incense. The Jellicle flopped on the couch and ran a hand though his headfur, wondering idly where his mind was going. Alicia joined him, doing a ridiculous imitation of his skating falls on her way. He lashed his tail around her wrist and dragged her onto the couch, making faces at her as she dropped, cackling.
"I still can't believe it! You, the most graceful of all the Jellicles, and you-haha-you can't even stay up two minutes!"
"Yeah, well…pblblbrpblpbl!" he shot back, blowing a raspberry. Alicia burst out laughing at his loss for words, her head thrown back, and Mistoffelees found himself suddenly silent.
Not for the first time that day, he felt himself staring at her. He couldn't help himself. He traced with his eyes the line of her pale neck down into the low cut sweater she had thrown on. The movement of her throat as she laughed entranced him, and the way her chest bounced under that loose sweater…he shook his head, trying vainly to get his thoughts out of his mind. Her body wasn't what he would call classically beautiful, but it had it's own unique charm that he quickly realized was driving him crazy. Her scent was intoxicating, and the tuck of her waist and the swell of her hips…he felt as if he had never noticed her before, and suddenly a veil was lifted from his eyes.
The pale curve of her neck seemed to mock him, and he glared at it intensely, trying to fight down his feelings. As if sensing his gaze, Alicia stopped laughing and looked at him, her face pink and her eyes bright.
'Everlasting Cat' Misto thought, 'she's beautiful.'
"Misto…what's the matter…you got so quiet, did I say something wrong?" she asked, concerned over his silence. He shook his head, trying to reassure her. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt like this for anyone, the last time he'd wanted to touch someone so badly, and feared he'd betray his forbidden feelings if he tried to say anything. Her name was all he managed to get out. "Alicia…" he muttered quietly.
She turned away from a demanding Leary and faced him, a quizzical expression on her face from his tone. The expression was so catlike, Mistoffelees decided right then to throw caution to the wind. He immediately cupped her face in his hands and captured her mouth roughly, his eyes closed as he prepared for the slap he knew he deserved..
Alicia's eyes widened with shock, and for an instant she struggled against him. A miniscule jolt passed through her lips, one she had felt twice before, at her parent's home and when she'd gotten tipsy at the karaoke bar. Something in that jolt moved deeper and suddenly, the shock and the struggle were replaced with excitement. His lips on hers felt right, and how often had she said to herself, 'if only he were human?' She leaned into the kiss, bringing her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.
When Alicia didn't immediately pull away, Mistoffelees opened his eyes. Hers were half lidded and looking into his, an odd mixture of confusion and trust swimming in them. His whiskers tickled her face, teasing her as he held her, and to his pleased surprise, she didn't resist when he deepened the kiss. He explored her mouth, taunting her, enjoying the way she shivered when he raked the barbs on his tongue over her teeth.
His hands made their way under her sweater, and he drug them slowly up her sides, playing with her ribs, his claws just scraping her skin, sending thin lines of fire where they went. She dropped her hands down to his back, digging her nails into the fur on his shoulders. A rumbling purr burgeoned in his chest as he arched his back. His hands moved to her stomach and back, and with a light push, he was on top of her. They gasped for breath in unison the first time their lips parted. Mistoffelees did not take her mouth again, but trailed kisses down her neck, along her collarbone, lingering at the hollow of her throat. He nibbled at the slight bit of extra flesh there for a moment, elated that she wasn't emaciated like so many dancers, that her body had plenty of soft places for him to hold onto and bite. His hand moved out from under her sweater to swiftly unbutton it, and she rose to allow him to tear it away. He glanced down at her, and her fingers curled around his bowtie to pull him into another scorching kiss.
Alicia refused to think about the fact that he was a Jellicle and she was human, refused to think about magic or musicals or consequences. For now, there was only here, and Mistoffelees, and that was enough.
With a deft flick of his wrist, he unclasped her bra and flung it away. He trailed kisses down her jaw, the other side of her neck and shoulder to right over her heart. Where he felt the strongest heartbeat, he bit down gently, just enough for Alicia to feel his teeth. She arched up against him, and he used the opportunity to hook his hands into her waistband. She ran her hands down his sides as he removed her leggings, making him shiver in delight. He stole a look at her panties, and chuckled wickedly, the irony and silliness of the tiny silken things not lost to him. Silver moons paraded on the elastic and sugary cute kittens danced on what little material there was. They too disappeared.
Alicia drifted her hands across the planes of his stomach, aiming lower, when her fingers hit something close to her goal.
"What the…" she whispered, looking up at Mistoffelees. A flushed, bashful smile took over his face as she asked "Are you wearing spanks? What the hell?"
He rubbed his neck awkwardly "Yeah…decency precaution, you know, 'cause we're doing all the stretches and dances and everything, and humans are…well…it was Jellylorum's idea."
"Ah" she said "Take them off."
"Huh?"
"It's not fair that I've got nothing on and the Cat gets clothes. Take them off."
Mistoffelees kicked himself as he stood. He hadn't thought this far ahead, hadn't thought they'd get so far, and now she would know. Too involved already to not obey her request, he looped his thumbs into the waistband. "Fine," he mumbled. "Just don't laugh at me for my size, okay?"
Alicia nodded, smiling sweetly and crossing her heart endearingly. Misto pulled the things off, the spell that camouflaged them leaving as they went. He stepped away and stood before her, shuffling uncomfortably. Alicia let out a small gasp as she realized the total of his endowments, blushing but unable to look away. Mistoffelees took it the wrong way and spun away, crossing his arms defensively.
"I know, just don't start laughing. I know I'm small."
"Compared to what?" Alicia asked incredulously as she stood. "Misto…" a grin could be heard in her voice. She thought he was kidding.
"Don't patronize me!"
"Misto…" Alicia whispered, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I'm not. I…" He rounded on her, hurt in his amazing mismatched eyes. Alicia realized he wasn't joking around. "You honestly don't realize…Misto, if you're small, I'd be scared to see what the rest of the toms are like!"
"What are you talking about?" he spat, glaring. He had wanted to sweep her off her feet, and here she was, mocking him. She looked at him, puzzling how to explain what she wanted to say without embarrassing him further. "Misto…remember when me and Phyllida and Fergus and Karl were all goofing around backstage and we all ran out red as tomatoes?"
"What's that got to do with anything?"
"Just bear with me, please. We-we walked in on Tugger and Bomba, and for some reason, Tugger freaked out and jumped up…and we all saw everything."
"You are not helping by talking about him." Mistoffelees felt more foolish than ever. Alicia grabbed his arm and spun him around to face her. He couldn't help but notice the way her breasts bobbed as she moved and spoke.
"Will you just listen to me for a minute, Mistoffelees?" she hissed, searching for the right euphemism. "Tugger's a big cat, so it just makes sense with him, but you…you aren't that tall or anything…Put it this way," she said, blushing. "You're giving Tugger a run for his money, and it looks like you've got more cash on hand!"
"But the others…they just smiled and promised to keep it secret…" Misto said, looking confusedly in her eyes. He'd placed his hands on her bare shoulders at some point, he'd missed when. Her eyes lit up with realization and she put a palm on his face carefully. "Misto…you're shy…you've always been shy, haven't you? They knew that. They must have known that the attention…if everyone put you in the same running as Tugger…you'd hate it."
"But…it doesn't make any sense…Alicia…" Misto stammered as he tried to make sense of it, feeling stupid. It wasn't like he went around comparing with other toms…but to not have known that…had he deadened his nerves with magic that much…he shook his head, not knowing what to think.
Alicia held onto him, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist as he stood, pondering bewilderedly. Slowly, his body reacted to her presence, and he looked down at her, confusion written all over his face.
Mistoffelees felt the fog leave his mind as he saw Alicia's bright eyes shining up at him. Something about their hazel depths trapped him, and a flood of longing crashed down his spine. "Alicia…" he said again, crushing her against him and capturing her mouth, just as roughly as before, every reckless desire rekindled as he kissed her. He knew he shouldn't be there, doing what he was doing, but the ever responsible Jellicle could not have cared less.
The snow storm outside knocked out the electricity as he held her, and neither one could ever remember just how they had made it to the bed. Mistoffelees laid her down gently, trailing kisses down her throat and across her shoulders, fire following where his lips went. He kissed her heartbeat, and nibbled at the flesh between her breasts. He cupped one in his hand, carefully rubbing his palm over her nipple, taking the other in his opposite hand and twisting it gently in his fingers. She sighed contentedly beneath him, leaning into his attentions.
Alicia felt the tickle of his fur on her skin, the heat in her chest rising as he toyed with her. He was more beside her than on top, and she ran her calf against his thigh, finding another sensitive spot that made him shudder. She stayed there, and he punished her, moving his mouth to one of her breasts and suckling. She gasped as he rasped her with the barbs on his tongue, and a tiny cry escaped when he bit down. He stopped, looking up at her in the dark, making sure he hadn't hurt her. She nodded, and he paid the other breast similar attention. Alicia brought her arms around his neck, burying her hands in his hair and finding the backs of his ears.
The touch to his ears spurred Mistoffelees forward, and he grew braver, his hands mapping every inch of her body as he reclaimed her mouth. She shivered wonderfully when he burrowed his hands into her hair, or stroked the underside of her leg. The area just under her ribs was especially sensitive, and he danced his claws over it, repositioning himself so the ruff on his chest brushed over her ever so lightly. Alicia found a few spots of her own. Gliding her hands along the planes of his tight stomach made his back arch, and she forced a purr out of him by burying her fingers into the fur on his chest and kneading. Just at the base of his tail was a spot that made him freeze with tension, his muscles quivering.
The black cat slid lower, kissing her waist, and her navel. His hand glanced the inside of her thigh softly, moving her legs apart. Tenderly, he traced the outline of the cloven spot, smiling as he heard her breath catch. He held onto her other thigh, his lips resting in the hollow spot between her waist and hip, his hand caressing her warm folds, letting her open to him on her own. Her delicate musk came to him, nearly driving him mad. 'She smells like a queen in heat!' He thought as he groaned elatedly. He stroked the inside of Alicia's thigh with his other hand as she swayed beneath him. He found the node beneath the petals, and rolled it deftly in his fingers. She cried out, arching against him as he nipped it between his claws, careful not to cut the tender skin. Still kissing the hollow of her hip, he moved lower, releasing her for a moment. Careful of his claws, his fingers found her, and she rocked against him as his tongue and claws scored into her sensitive flesh, never hurting, sending nameless sensations racing through her body. Mistoffelees heard her call his name softly, struggling for breath under his ministrations. He felt the slight pain as she dug her hands into his hair, the only thing that seemed real to her just then.
With a final shudder, Alicia fell back against the pillows, disoriented patterns flying behind her eyes as she panted. Mistoffelees moved atop her, resting his weight to the side. All she could see was the outline of his face and his luminous mismatched eyes. His fangs gleamed from what she was sure was a smug grin. She pulled him into a kiss, tasting her own salt on his lips as he resituated himself. His erection brushed, strong and thick, against her thigh, and they both shivered at the contact.
Mistoffelees froze in the middle of the kiss as Alicia's hand encircled him and she pushed her shoulder into his ribs, forcing him to flip onto his back. His lips broke away as he stammered,
"Alicia…What…are you…doing?"
"My turn." she whispered lowly as she kissed the tip of his nose. She taunted him, letting him go to rake her hands over him, digging her nails into his chest and stomach, dragging the fur on his legs up the wrong way maddeningly. She ran her hand underneath him, following a vein, gently flicking a ridge with her nail. Her fingers fondled him teasingly for a few moments, and he punctured holes in Alicia's sheets as he gripped them, his breathing growing heavy as his head lolled back. He jerked up in surprise when he felt her lips embrace him, and he let out a low moan as she took him in. He felt his heart race as she traced his shape with her strange, smooth tongue, finding every line, every ridge, caressing him and glancing him enticingly with her teeth. He couldn't help but thrust his hips as she drew him in, each pull feeling like something gripped him deep in his stomach. He gave a ragged cry as she drew his finish from him, but somehow found the energy to roll her back underneath him.
Mistoffelees held Alicia for a small time, his head cradled on her chest, their legs entwined. She clung to him as well, sharing his warmth. The storm had quieted outside, and the full moon shone hazily through the window. They drew their hands along each other, finding every area that made the other start or twitch or gasp, and their lips never parted once they had met again.
Alicia felt Mistoffelees grow hard against her, and sank back into the bed, a tiny whimper caught in her throat. The Jellicle felt it, more than heard it, and looked up, leaving off kissing the hollow of her collarbone. Something had shifted in her eyes, and he saw it. The smallest glimmer of fear shone in the moonlight, and he felt a twinge of guilt for pushing her so far.
"Alicia," he murmured, his voice husky, "we don't have to do this if you don't want to. We don't have to go any further than this, if you aren't ready. Just tell me when to stop."
She looked up at him, the moonlight shining behind him, nimbusing his fur to blue. She wasn't afraid, she wanted him just as much as he did her…but he was a cat, and he was built differently.
"It's not that…it's just, well…you're a cat…"
"Last time I checked," he grinned, trying to make her feel more at ease. He felt her skin grow hotter as she blushed. "That's not what I meant," she groused as she wove her fingers unobtrusively into the ruff on his arm. "But you're built like a cat…reactions to different things might be…I mean…what about…spurs?"
He shook his head as her words sunk in. "Oh, no...no no no, they're gone, they go away…I'm fine…"
"Alright…um…" she hesitated. She had to, Mistoffelees was busy distracting her as he nibbled her earlobe. He kissed her up her face, ending at her nose before asking what the matter was. "What about, you know, protection?" Mistoffelees grinned, closing his eyes for a second and muttering something. He whispered something else, releasing the spell on his own body that numbed his nerves. He wanted her protected, but he wanted to feel this, his magic be damned. He grinned. "It's okay. I've got a spell, I'm as good as neutered, and we're both clean, so…"
"O-okay…" Alicia stammered, looking away to the side.
"Cici…if you aren't sure…" he murmured, trying his hardest not to loom over her, not to threaten her. She seemed so frail all of a sudden.
"No…just…just do it fast, the first time, okay? It's been a while…get that first bit of pain over with quick…you know?" Mistoffelees shook his head; she looked terrified. "No." he said adamantly. "I'm not going to hurt you." He bent over her until their foreheads touched. He couldn't see into her eyes as well this way, but the contact felt good. "I'm not going to hurt you, Alicia," he said again, before kissing her gently. He shifted his weight, and Alicia nodded her consent, her eyes peering blindly into his.
Mistoffelees took her mouth, kissing her carefully as his hand trailed down her side, longing evident in his touch. He repositioned himself, the head of his arousal brushing against her. Both shuddered at the contact. Unable to hold back any longer, he guided himself in slowly, his breath catching as Alicia's body embraced him. The kiss broke as her head fell back onto the pillows, a gasp, half pained and half astonished escaping from her lips.
Mistoffelees felt every spasm that passed through her, every miniscule shudder and twitch as her body adjusted to him. He barely managed to gasp "Are you alright?" Alicia pulled his face to hers, not needing to answer. He pulled back and then moved within her, the hot enclosure of her body spurring him forward, until she held him completely, both of them quivering. He watched her eyes flit closed as she moaned, her hands holding onto him tightly. He moved again, keeping the pace slow, determined not to hurt her, determined to make her squirm and scream for him. His hips fit in the hollows of hers perfectly, and he couldn't help but be more aroused by that, and with every thrust, he stayed there for just a moment, relishing in that fact.
Waves of heat spiraled through Alicia's body as Mistoffelees moved inside her, touching places she hadn't been sure she could feel. He filled her completely, the pain his size caused shifting into a molten intensity that stole her voice, forcing her to call out his name in an enraptured whisper. In a move only a cat could accomplish, he removed her hands from his back and held them over her head, and she let him, trusting him totally and leaving her restraint behind. She shifted around him, moving, tensing, experimenting, seeing what drove him mad. He moaned into her neck as she tensed around him, every muscle in both their bodies quivering with delight. She arched her body against his, accepting all of him as he whispered her name in her ear.
In a dash of boldness, Alicia shifted her legs and rolled on top of him, taking control with a muffled sigh. A groan escaped Mistoffelees' lips as she rode him, and his eyes glowed a feral green in the moonlight. He watched, half drunk with pleasure, as she moved over him, her eyes closed, the moonlight bathing her in silver light. She kneaded his chest and stomach instinctively, breathless moans creeping up her throat as she rocked over his rigid arousal. A tiny bead of sweat trickled between her breasts. Mistoffelees wrapped his hands around her waist and twisted up to lick it away. He saw the tiny striations on her stomach where she'd lost weight and stroked them, loving the softness of her skin there.
"No…Misto…" she whispered, sadly, worriedly, trying to push his hands away. He let her, frowning slightly, murmuring "Your imperfections make you perfect." He felt the few that were over her backside, and knew they looked like tiger stripes, and that thought only aroused him more. He rolled her back underneath him, attacking her neck as he drove into her, unable to slow himself as he took back control. His back arched and his hips moved as only a cat's could, and Alicia shuddered beneath him, panted moans torn from her throat as the pressure found hidden places and filled them with lightning and fire. Heat flooded her body, pooling at her center, waves crashing blindly through her nerves, each wave stronger than the last. She rocked beneath him, arching her back to meet him, each thrust forcing a cry. The purr that rumbled through his chest echoed in hers, forcing her heart to flutter. She felt every spasm the passed through his body, and cried out, almost silent, as he grew more forceful.
Mistoffelees groaned, the base of his spine on fire. His thrusts grew more erratic, more powerful, and he knew he couldn't last much longer. But he was determined to please her. His hand slithered down between them, and he pressed down hard on that tiny node before thrusting as hard and fast as he could. Alicia cried out, her muscles going taut as steel, her body quaking but her limbs frozen. She clutched around him, her legs holding his hips tightly. The searing pain in his spine broke free, and Mistoffelees cried with her, both caught in the thrashing waves of their shared climax. Electric blue sparks floated through Mistoffelees' fur and danced over Alicia's skin as the Jellicle gave up his control of both his body and his magic as his essence spilled into her. They burned on contact but didn't hurt, and Alicia was able to see Mistoffelees' face by their light.
The two sank down into a giddy exhaustion, Mistoffelees resting his head on her chest, her heartbeat and his own thundering in his ears before the Jellicle slunk underneath his partner to arrange her comfortably on his chest. He shared his body heat with her in the chill air of her bedroom, both languoring in the closeness of the other, and ignoring that the sheets were singed.
For a few time suspended moments, the black cat lay there, aware of every single part of his being, following the patterns on the ceiling as they moved, yet did not move. He heard the very air, and every inch of the apartment glowed to his eyes, through the patterns that flew blindly over them. Slowly, his sex-addled brain settled down into the wonderful, floating feeling that always followed, right before he normally went to sleep. Then, slowly, he felt the dampness seep through the ruff on his chest.
Alicia was crying.
