About three weeks after they had first met, she did get to ask.
"What's wrong Mungojerrie? You've been, I don't know, off I guess, all week."
Mungo looked at the beautiful queen he rally liked and given different circumstances, may have fallen in love with. "Just thinkin' about an old friend." he replied and quietly told her about Lemondrop.
"Oh Mungojerrie, I'm so sorry." Demeter whispered.
'Jerrie smiled and took Demmie's left hand in both of his and kissed the top of her hand, the tip of his tongue darting out and slowly licking her hand. "Thank you Demeter." he whispered, his eyes flashing.
"You're welcome." she responded, her heart beating slightly faster at the touch of his tongue. "What is it about him?" she wondered.
Meanwhile, Mungo was wondering the same about her. "If only I weren't 'er guard." he thought. Mungo slowly leaned towards Demeter.
"What are you doing?" a part of his mind yelled.
"Don't know, don't care." he mentally replied. "I want to do this."
"But you can't!" his mind yelled as their lips met.
"Watch me." he responded back.
Demmie's lips were soft and pliant beneath his and tasted faintly of peaches. Mungo tilted her head up slightly and Demmie's tongue darted out and lapped at the edges of his mouth. Mungo smiled at her boldness and his lips parted ever so slightly to capture hers. Demeter purred softly in enjoyment and pulled 'jerrie closer. The two continued for a few minutes more, purring in contentment, Mungo's arms around Dem's waist.
They pulled apart, both in a slight daze.
"What 'ave I…" 'jerrie thought, as what he had just done sank in. "Oh god, Dem I'm sorry. I don't know 'wot I was thinkin', I-"
"Mungojerrie, it's okay." Demeter interrupted.
"No, it's 'ot. I didn't mean-"
Demmie covered his mouth with her hand. "Don't take it back. I liked it. I loved it."
"So did I but-"
"This can't ever happen again." Demmie finished. "I know."
The two looked at each other, wanting to be together, and realizing they couldn't be.
Mungo sighed softly and leaned forward to kiss her, but pulled back at the last moment. "Get some rest Demeter." he said, standing up and turning away.
"Good night." she replied.
Mungo walked out of her cell. "The only 'ay 'e could be together is if 'e 'ere out of 'ere. But 'here 'ould 'e go? 'here could I 'ake her 'hat was 'afe?" 'jerrie wondered to himself, as he curled up for the night. Through out the night, the two cats were haunted with sweet dreams of the other.
The next morning, Demeter was in the yard stretching; when she saw a flash of orange and black out of the corner of her eye, approach her. Who ever it was looked like Mungojerrie, but smaller. The smaller cat, which she could now tell was a queen, nonchalantly walked by, and discreetly dropped a note to the ground, whispering, "'ame's Rumpleteazer, it's from 'jerrie." And she walked away like nothing happened.
After glancing around to make sure no one was looking, Dem picked up the note and read.
"D-
The queen that brought this was my sister. Meet me back at your cell we need to talk. Destroy this note after reading.
-M.J."
Demeter shredded the note and slowly, so as not to arouse suspicion, went back to her cell.
Dem stopped at her cell and looked around and sniffed.
"Just to be sure. Never can tell around here." she thought.
There was no one around, and the only scents she got from the cell were hers, which was strong, but a little old since she hadn't been there for a little bit, and Mungojerrie's, which smelled very fresh. She silently entered the cell and looked around, peering into the gloom. The door swung shut behind her, plunging the room into darkness.
Demeter whipped around and gasped as someone grabbed her and began to kiss her passionately. After a moment the person pulled back and whispered, "God, I feel like I've been 'aiting fo'ever to do 'hat."
"Mungojerrie?"
"Who else 'ould kiss you like 'hat Demeter?" he asked, nuzzling her throat.
Dem purred in pleasure, smiling. "What did you want?"
Mungo grinned, pulling Dem close in the dark, and settling his back against one of the walls. "To talk to you about somethin' important."
Demeter looked up, her eyes adjusted to the dark now. "Oh? What is it?"
Mungojerrie leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "Us. I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you."
Demmie's heart skipped a few beats. "What?" she whispered back. "But I though we couldn't happen."
"'ot 'ere. 'e'll 'ave to 'eave."
"The Junkyard. I'm a Jellicle, you should be able to get in."
"Wot about Rumpleteazer, 'an 'e bring' er?"
"That's fine with me as long as we're together." she murmured in his ear.
Mungo smiled again. "I 'ave somethin' for you." he replied, reaching for the box he brought with him.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Mungo opened the box and showed it to Demeter. "For you."
Inside was a black leather collar with silver spikes and in between each spike was an amber colored stone that matched Demmie's eyes.
"Oh 'jerrie. It's beautiful." she said in awe, lifting the collar out.
"I found it 'hen me and 'teazer 'ere out." Mungo replied, taking it from her and fastening it around her neck. "Do you like it?"
"I love it."
"I'm glad." he whispered and kissed her one more time. "I 'ave to go." he said and began to leave.
"No, stay." Demeter said, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"I shouldn't. 'e'll get in 'rouble."
"Please?" she asked, gently brushing his thought with several kisses.
Mungojerrie purred softly. "You 'on't 'ake no for an answer will you?"
"Nope."
"Alright." Mungo said, and the two sunk to the floor, wanting nothing but each other and their own desires.
The next morning, Mungojerrie watched Demeter sleep. He had wanted the night before to be wonderful for her, and except for the setting, it had been incredible. Every touch, every kiss had been pure magic, and at the end, 'jerrie would of sworn he'd saw stars as he cried out Demeter's name. He watched the golden kitten, now a queen, stir in her sleep, eyes fluttering slowly open.
"Hey." she said sleepily.
Mungo smiled warmly at her. "Hi. You okay?"
Demeter nodded. "I'm fine." she stretched and winced slightly. "A little sore, but I'm fine."
"Sorry, I 'urt you."
"That's okay. It's not that bad, really."
"Really?"
She nodded again and propped herself up. "Yeah." she said, kissing 'jerrie. "Everything's fine."