Sorry , I haven't written anything in ages , don't ask why , I haven't got a decent excuse . Just a short chapter, filler really, don't worry a proper plot will from in the next few chapters.

'I'll make it up to you.' I was sure that meant something in 'Tugger language'. I was so sure I spent the rest of the night and most of the next day trying to work it out.

"Misto! Misto! Misto! Come and play with us!"

I saw Pouncival, Jemima, Electra and Etcetera running towards me.

"Feeling better Cettie?"

She nodded enthusiastically.

"Okay, what do you want to play?"

"Slap-Tag" responded a highly over-excited Pounce.

"What's slap-tag?"

Pounce swept his paw swiftly across Jemima's arm whilst squealing "You're it"

Okay so I was guessing the 'Slap-Tag' was a more forceful version of the traditional 'Tag'.

'I'll make it up to you.'

Why couldn't I get his bloody voice out of my head and what the hell did it mean anyway. My thoughts were again disrupted by another Yell of 'You're it' this time Jemima had tagged Electra, a third Call of 'You're it' followed the previous two but a lot quicker than usual.

I looked up to see Electra grinning brightly at Tugger, with her paw placed on his chest. She was the most confident around Tugger, the tomboy of the group, not that's she wasn't a devout fan, just a little less pathetic than the others.

"Afternoon to you too babes, I'm guessing you want me to play your little game then?"

"Will you Tuggy?"

"Only if Misto plays too"

Suddenly I felt myself being pulled up from my seated position by Jemima and Etcetera; I guess I was playing too. Tugger had an unfair advantage against us, he was by far a faster runner than all of us, but still he was letting the kittens get away, he could have caught each of them easily. But they just slipped out his grasp each time. Resulting with high pitched squealing and giggles.

Then suddenly I felt Tugger's paw connect vehemently with my backside.

"You're it" he said in a sultry tone, which was a far from appropriate way to speak around Kittens.

"That's it Tugger, You're Dead!"

He stared right back and me, a mischievous grin spread on his face. I bolted towards him and as he turned to run, he tripped over a brick and fell flat on his face.

Pounce , ever the idiot , jumped on top of Tugger , Electra not far behind also jumping on the ruffled , but still laughing , Maine Coon. Etcetera joined in flinging herself on top of the pile, followed by Jemima who climbed daintily to the top, kneeling on all of them.

"Okay guys, you can get off now" said Tugger in a stifled voice. But they didn't move.

"Electraaaaa" whined pounce "Get your elbow outta my ribs"

"It's not my elbow, Its Cettie's foot"

Etcetera, who was wriggling frantically, fell off the pile, taking Jemima with her.

They both stood up, brushing the dust off their fur.

"You're Breaking Tuggy!" Etcetera shrieked, yanking the two reaming kittens off Tugger.

He got up, combing his claws swiftly through his mane, a slight scratch on his forehead.

"Are you okay?" said Etcetera, who was now squeezing Tugger like there was no tomorrow, her arms wrapped in a tight, vice like grip around his middle.

"I would be if I could breathe"

She looked up at him, a puzzle expression on her face.

"Why can't you breathe?"

"Let go of him you spaz" Electra dragged Cettie off of him.

"Are we gonna carry on playing then"

And we did just that, playing the odd little game known as 'Slap-Tag'. Although I was playing, my brain was still preoccupied,

'I'll make it up to you'.Damn it , why didnt he just say it in plain english.

He ran up to me and grabbed my paw.

"Youre Mine" he whsipered

"I think you meant 'Youre It , and the games called 'Slap-Tag'

He raised an eyebrow. "Fine" he slapped my cheek. Laughing softly as he did so.

Tugger looked so cute when he was like that; I adored his kittenish side, then mentally cursing myself for thinking such pathetic things.

Jennyanydots plodded in restraining Electra from tagging Pouncival.

"Its time to come in, you've been playing all day"

I looked around; the remnants of the sunsets lined the tops of the junk piles. Surely we hadn't been playing that long.

Jenny rounded the kittens up and sent them to their respective homes.

"Night then Jens" called Tugger.

She shot him a dirty look.

"If my memory serves me well, I think Munkustrap banned you from being around the kittens"

"Yeah, well Munku-stick-up-his-arse-strap isn't here, is he?"

"How could talk about him that way…He's your brother"

"You should here what I say about you Jens!"

"Oh, you are a swine, and don't call me Jens"

And with that she left.

"C'mon Misto"

I glanced at Tugger stood in his accustomed position.

"Where?" I queried.

"My Den"

"Why"

He looked at me, a you-know-why kind of look.

"I'm not going to let you seduce me Tugger"

"I promised I'd make it up to you."

So that's what it meant. I felt the blush creep upon my cheeks. He cupped my paw with his own, squeezing it ever so gently.

"Are you coming?" he asked, tilting his head to one side with a shockingly tempting smile.

I shook my head.

"That's really frustrating you know" he complained.

I couldn't help but giggle slightly. Why did I act like such a queen sometimes; it was embarrassing really.

He looked down, and then glanced at me through his long golden lashes. His chocolate brown eyes scorching.

"Please" he breathed, leaning toward me.

I blinked, my mind going blank, how in Heaviside did he do that?

"Err, what?" I asked, dazed.

"Come with me" his eyes still smouldered at me.

"Okay" I sighed. To be honest I had no chance of objecting, while we were conversating he had led me to his den, and we were now inside.

"I'm not sure about this tug…"

"Its fine, I don't bite …much" he laughed dirtily, as I swatted at his arm.

"But Tugger I…and….we're both …its not…"

I realised I was now perched on the edge of the mattress that Tugger used as bed; not necessarily for sleeping in. He pushed my shoulders back gently; I was now lying prone on the bed.

"Tugger, I…"

"Quaxo, Ill be gentle …I Promise."

"Wait…you just called me Quaxo"

"Well that is your name isn't it "

"But, you call me Mi…huh, you don't …and…"

Tugger pressed his finger to my lips.

"Shhhh…I'm not gonna hurt you"

He lingered over me, planting little kisses at the base of my neck, travelling gradually lower, whilst stroking the back of my thigh. I gasped lightly, and Tugger's face met mine, a look of amusement on his features. He leant forward and kissed me. I ran my paws through his fur, pulling him closer with the stability I had on his mane, leaning deeper into the kiss. I rolled over, pulling my self on top of him. He glanced at me, the of amusement becoming more intense. He hoisted me up, so I was straddling his hips.

"Are you sure you don't want to do this Misto?" he whispered

"Do you think I'm insane?"…

Okay I hope you like it, I promise to update sooner than last time! Please Review!!!

'Slap-Tag' was invented by Kieran Bourne , a year seven at my school ,so props to him.