{A/N: Okay. this ones for Ying Yang Manga Dragon. Since I got such a
wonderful email (and since I wanted to set up my next creation), I decided
to do a Bomba/Tugger fic. So. this is basically just fluff (very cute
fluff) involving these two lovers. and a rather mischevious author. So. I
kindly asked Tugger and Bomba to help me out here. Guys.
TUGGER: Sandy the hyper-active kitten doesn't own any of us.
BOMBA: We belong to RUG and T.S. Eliot.
TUGGER: So don't sue her. (God. who writes this stuff?)
BOMBA: This is a one-shot fic. please r&r it for Sandy. (Wow. remind me never to do this again!)
SANDY: Thanks, guys! Enjoy! ^_^
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It was dead silent in the junkyard, a surprising change from the hectic morning they'd had, and all the cats were asleep. Well. MOST of the cats were asleep. And it wasn't exactly silent.
"Come back here!!!!" A masculine voice yelled, followed by the breathless laughter of a queen.
"Not a chance," she called back, coming into view. She was exceedingly pretty. a crimson queen with a creamy colored chest, and tall. Her coat was sprinkled with black spots, which were melting into each other as she ran. Green eyes sparkled with mischief, and the tip of her tail twitched in anticipation. He'd catch up eventually.
"You seem to forget, missy, who has the upper hand," her companion retorted, sprinting only inches behind her. He was a lanky Maine Coon, with a thick black and beige coat that just seemed to have it's own sparkle. He had handsome features and a pair of big blue eyes that were heart-melting. A cocky tilt to his elegant head gave him a certain flair, and only added to his appeal. When he got his paws on her. he shuddered at the thought. And noticed a puddle that the queen, Bombalurina, was about to step into. A wicked thought came into his head, bringing out a equally wicked smirk. "Hey, Bomba! I think Demeter wants you!"
"What.?" The lithe body whirled, at the same time sending her into the puddle. Giving a cry of annoyance, she whirled on the tom, eyes blazing as he collapsed into a heap of helpless laughter. "Tugger." she sighed in an exasperated voice, trying her best to look pouty and failing miserably. He looked up, raised one brow and laughed again.
"Man, Bomba, you shoulda seen your face! You looked like you'd seen a ghost!" The Rum Tum Tugger laughed, throwing her a flirtatious smile in the process. That smile always got him out of trouble, she mused as she dropped beside him. Still dripping wet, she curled beside him, shivering. He snuggled her against his side, nuzzling her between the ears and starting a deep, rumbling purr in his chest. "Cold?"
"Mmm. I guess." She dropped her head onto his chest, listening to the combined sounds of his heartbeat and his purr, eyes sliding shut. She began to purr herself, in a delicate tone that was all-but drowned out by the tom she was with. Lightly shifting, she managed to get herself into a very small ball of fluff, snuggling into his thick ruff of fur with a delicious languidness that was quickly being taken over by sleepiness.
"Sleep now, Bomba," he whispered, continuing to purr as he ran one paw over her back, rubbing in gentle circles as the queen slipped into oblivion beside him. He shifted enough to look at her, his eyes holding a tenderness that had been lacking until now. "I love you, Bomba. I love you because you saw through to the real me under the looks. And I'll do anything for you." he whispered, laying his own head atop hers.
The two slept together in blissful content for the remainder of the day, entangled in each other's arms, waiting for the moon to rise.
{A/N: Liked it? Hated it? Were inspired? Then review it for me! WARNING: Flames will be used to toast s'mores over the campfire!}
TUGGER: Sandy the hyper-active kitten doesn't own any of us.
BOMBA: We belong to RUG and T.S. Eliot.
TUGGER: So don't sue her. (God. who writes this stuff?)
BOMBA: This is a one-shot fic. please r&r it for Sandy. (Wow. remind me never to do this again!)
SANDY: Thanks, guys! Enjoy! ^_^
*~*~*~*~
It was dead silent in the junkyard, a surprising change from the hectic morning they'd had, and all the cats were asleep. Well. MOST of the cats were asleep. And it wasn't exactly silent.
"Come back here!!!!" A masculine voice yelled, followed by the breathless laughter of a queen.
"Not a chance," she called back, coming into view. She was exceedingly pretty. a crimson queen with a creamy colored chest, and tall. Her coat was sprinkled with black spots, which were melting into each other as she ran. Green eyes sparkled with mischief, and the tip of her tail twitched in anticipation. He'd catch up eventually.
"You seem to forget, missy, who has the upper hand," her companion retorted, sprinting only inches behind her. He was a lanky Maine Coon, with a thick black and beige coat that just seemed to have it's own sparkle. He had handsome features and a pair of big blue eyes that were heart-melting. A cocky tilt to his elegant head gave him a certain flair, and only added to his appeal. When he got his paws on her. he shuddered at the thought. And noticed a puddle that the queen, Bombalurina, was about to step into. A wicked thought came into his head, bringing out a equally wicked smirk. "Hey, Bomba! I think Demeter wants you!"
"What.?" The lithe body whirled, at the same time sending her into the puddle. Giving a cry of annoyance, she whirled on the tom, eyes blazing as he collapsed into a heap of helpless laughter. "Tugger." she sighed in an exasperated voice, trying her best to look pouty and failing miserably. He looked up, raised one brow and laughed again.
"Man, Bomba, you shoulda seen your face! You looked like you'd seen a ghost!" The Rum Tum Tugger laughed, throwing her a flirtatious smile in the process. That smile always got him out of trouble, she mused as she dropped beside him. Still dripping wet, she curled beside him, shivering. He snuggled her against his side, nuzzling her between the ears and starting a deep, rumbling purr in his chest. "Cold?"
"Mmm. I guess." She dropped her head onto his chest, listening to the combined sounds of his heartbeat and his purr, eyes sliding shut. She began to purr herself, in a delicate tone that was all-but drowned out by the tom she was with. Lightly shifting, she managed to get herself into a very small ball of fluff, snuggling into his thick ruff of fur with a delicious languidness that was quickly being taken over by sleepiness.
"Sleep now, Bomba," he whispered, continuing to purr as he ran one paw over her back, rubbing in gentle circles as the queen slipped into oblivion beside him. He shifted enough to look at her, his eyes holding a tenderness that had been lacking until now. "I love you, Bomba. I love you because you saw through to the real me under the looks. And I'll do anything for you." he whispered, laying his own head atop hers.
The two slept together in blissful content for the remainder of the day, entangled in each other's arms, waiting for the moon to rise.
{A/N: Liked it? Hated it? Were inspired? Then review it for me! WARNING: Flames will be used to toast s'mores over the campfire!}