"Where the hell are we?" Tom complained.

Truth be told he has been complaining ever since they got here, which was about two hours ago.

"In Hempshire, probably."

"Where exactly in Hempshire are we?"

Jerry was very close to murdering him. He had no idea where they really were, other than it was a small village near the seaside. Moreover, he didn't know why they got here in the first place. Pride just arrived at their house, touched them and 'poof' they were no longer at their house. Even worse, George has been out shopping and Jerry had no idea what happened with him.

"I'm tired."

"Shut up already!"

"Fine, if you don't want to hear me, I can just go."

The cat started walking slower with a stubborn face of a child.

Gods, why did Jerry had to fall in love with this man? The fact that said person tried to eat him his whole life didn't help the matter at all. Maybe he was a masochist deep inside?

Now he was starting to get over-dramatic too. What's more, the horrible dark clouds that had followed them for some time chose this moment to start pissing at the miserable earthly creatures below.

They run to the nearest telephone booth, completely soaked. The booth looked like it hasn't been used for ages.

"What now?" Asked Tom, shivering.

"Now we wait."

After waiting they realized the rain would not stop pouring for quite some time.

It was cold and their wet clothes made it even worse. Tom wanted to propose some kind of activity that would warm them up, but for the first time he felt shy.

They had established a routine while living with George. They always made love with him. It didn't matter if the other was around, but if they were together, they were never alone. It felt like they stopped being lovers. Like they were just sharing their beloved.

"Jerry?"

"Hm?"

"I'm cold."

"Yeah, me too."

There was a pause. Tom hid his face behind his knees and arms.

"I need your body heat."

He felt so embarrassed saying that. Worse, he didn't get any reply.

He slowly looked up from behind his arms and saw the mouse blushing furiously with his lips trembling.

Tom pushed himself forward to crouch between the sitting mouse's knees.

"Why are you crying, idiot?"

He touched Jerry's frozen nose with his own.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Tom was curious. He rarely saw his friend in such a state even when he tried to end his life in their endless hunting games. It wasn't such a bad picture. He looked kind of adorable.

He slowly got closer and gave him a very light kiss. Then he gave him another, and soon they were kissing passionately, but without the usual rush. They started discovering each others bodies once again, though clothes and cautiously, as if they were both virgins.

Tom disconnected their lips and placed his hand on the others fly.

"Can I?"

"Be my guest." Answered Jerry joyously.

The situation seemed so new, he could have sworn they were doing this for the first time.

Even when Tom took out their members, he didn't do anything more then touch them against each other, creating friction. It seemed so easy and at the time, enough to make them happy. The simplest touch, the most innocent kisses were giving them more pleasure then everything they did till then.

They let go at the same time and for a while just stayed close to each other, exchanging lazy kisses and blissful smiles.

When the sky cleared they exited the booth like a freshly married couple; hand in hand.

Their instincts led them to a small street where a very old, destroyed house stood.

"I recognize this place." Said Jerry surprised.

The house seemed empty. They decided to go inside.

It was full of things covered in dust. Above the chimney they saw a black and white photo of a lady with a cat on her lap. A cat that looked like Tom.

"Well, there is quite a lot of cats who look like that so…" Tom tried to reason.

"It's not what worries me. Look." He pointed to the corner of the picture.

"Is that… Is that you?"

It turned out quite vanilla, am I getting soft? Well, I hope you enjoyed! As always I would greatly appreciate your reviews ;)