"Your Swagger Makes Me Smile"

A/N: Sorry guys, this one's super short, but you should be thankful! i wrote this in a rush, and i have assessment tomorrow, so don't complain! I know there isn't much meat on this one's bones, and there's not much Tugger (well, i lie. None actually) but, this is a HIGHLY ESSENTIAL CHAPTER. I also have people who tell me they like MungoxBombs...although they are in for some trouble next chapter, and this IS a BombxTugger story. Next chapter, i can assure you, will be long and extremely juicy! lost of drama! Basically, i have heaps of exams this week, but i do endeavour to post often enough as i can, because, fans,

I love my story,
love my readers,
and
i love writing.

Hope you enjoy my essential-filler, and i will try update my ultra juicy super long chapter A.S.A.P

Maddy

Bombalurina laughed for what seemed like the hundredth time since she and Mungojerrie had begun to hunt. That was something she liked about Mungojerrie, we was so loose, free, real…and he definitely had humour working in his favour. Bombs gave a smirk to the tortoiseshell, who was grinning his Cheshire smile, eyes glistening. She studied Mungojerrie for a second. He wasn't of a particularly big or strong build, but was lean and definitely wasn't scraggly. His fur was streaked with all sorts of blacks and browns ad oranges; typical calico. He looked nice. Nicer then before? Or nice because she noticed? Bombs thought to herself momentarily.

Bombalurina heard something dart from under a plastic bag and both her and Mungojerrie jumped, quickly assuming a pouncing position. Eyes darting for the creature, Mungojerrie furrowed his brow in confusion.

"There's nothing there…" He stated after accessing the bag and it's surroundings.

"Then what was that?" Bombalurina heard a voice in the back of her mind, nagging her hidden fear. Macavity. It kept hissing. She sniffed the air, eyes widening at the lingering scent, that she couldn't quite place. Macaaaaavitttttyyyyyy. It drawled, Bombalurina's heart beating faster as Mungojerrie squinted curiously at an old dishwasher. The door was slightly ajar, and both their ears perked at the peculiar rustling inside. Mungojerrie inched closer, and Bombalurina felt worry pull her paw up after him, hanging loosely in the air.

"Mungoje-"Bomb started but was abruptly cut off.
"Shhhhh" Mungojerrie tilted his gaze towards her, a sly look on his features. He was just in front off the corroded door. He batted it with one paw and the large door came tumbling down. Mungojerrie bolted from the heavy metal door, skidded, and pressed into a gasping Bombalurina. Out of the cloud of dust, dozens of fat, juicy rats scattered throughout the clearing. Mungojerrie laughed loudly, starting to jump at them.

"Come on Bombs! Catch one!" He cackled, making Bombalurina laugh and join him.

Both of them pawed swiftly at the rodents, leaping energetically and quickly jerking from side to side at the potential-meals. Eventually, the rats had all disappeared from sight within the junk, leaving both felines just rolling in laughter. Bombalurina was laughing, mostly, in the heat of the moment. Not to mention her not noticing that smell was definitely the smell of rodents, not Macavity. She used the back of her paw to wipe her eyes before rolling on he back to stand again. She looked around and saw Mungojerrie with a lifeless, limp rat, holding it by it's long pink tail. He ambled over to Bombalurina, and even with the rats tail in his mouth, he was wearing a soft smile.

"Ta'e It" Mungojerrie's voice was muffled, but Bombalurina refused.

"No Mungo it's fine, you have it" Bomba started to walk back the path that lead back to the junkyard. Mungojerrie just scampered up along side her.

"'ou Ha'e It" Munjojerrie gave a stale look after that, threw the rat into the air and caught it again, which had repositioned the rodent so he could speak clearer. Bombalurina didn't want to show it, but she was slightly annoyed at Mungojerrie's persistence. It was no secret Bombalurina hated the thought of being dependant on a male.

"Mungojerrie, I'm fine." Bombalurina hid her frustrations as she continued walking.

"Take it! I want you to have it!" Mungo insisted, cutting in front of Bomb to make his point. Bombs sped up slightly, reaching the clearing again within around ten minutes, blocking out Mungo's overly sweet gestures. Bombs ear instinctively tweaked. Was there someone watching them?

Mistoffelees couldn't help but emit a low whistle at Bombalurina and Mungojerrie. Bombs gave a death glare as she tried to avoid taking Jerrie's gift, Mungojerrie rolled his eyes, rats tail clamped in his cheeky smile.

"Boooooommmmmmbbbbbbaaaaaaa…" Mungojerrie teased, she grunted and skipped over a rock.

"Not lissssttteeeennniiinnngggg" Bombalurina answered back in mimic. Mungojerrie couldn't wipe the smile off his face.

"I know you wanna' take it"
"I don't Mungojerrie"
"Oh, but I think you do-ooo" He replied in a sing-song voice, which only made Bombalurina sigh heavily.

"Jerrie, it's yours, you caught it, and I'll catch mine" Bombs spun around to face the tortoiseshell tom. Misto had been watching their meager, amusing banter, and stepped into the fun.

"Aw, Bombs, don't shoot the poor guy down" Misto chided her, "Take the rat." Misto shared a grin with Mungojerrie, while Bomb slanted her eyes at them both.

"Mungojerrie caught it, he can keep it."

"But I want you to have it…" Mungo leant forward slightly, his smile showing up his faux-sad-eyes. Bombalurina rolled her eyes again. Misto laughed and jokingly bumped his shoulder against Mungo.

"Bombs…don't be mean to your admirer" Misto grinned as Mungo quickly shot him a wide eyed "you-idiot-you-told-her?" look, and Bombalurina just raised an eyebrow, unamused.

"He isn't my admirer Misto." She replied stale, spinning around and continuing to walk from the two. Mungojerrie turned a pleading look towards Misto, who was looking thoughtfully at Bombalurina.

"Boooommmmbbbsssss…" Misto let a sly smile slide over his features.

"What is it Misto?"
"This Tortoiseshell could be all yours, all for the price of taking the damn rat" Mistoffelees announced in a cheesy advertising voice.

"What is this? The dating game?" Bombs asked in rhetoric disbelief. Demeter and Rumpleteazer walked into the junkyard, followed by Munkustrap. All of them had just been searching for the duo of Bombalurina and Mungojerrie, ready to settle a bet as to whether or not they were in the process of "kitten-making". Rumpleteazer could've sworn aloud, while Munkustrap shot her a glorified "told-you-they-weren't" look. She'd have to give up a fillet of fish for that.

Mungojerrie saw the fellow Jellicle's that had gathered around them, watching the scene intensely. He wanted to badly for Bombalurina to look at him they way he knew he looked to her. Suck it up Jerrie. Go for it.

"Bombs, I want to ask you something…" Mungojerrie's voice caught in his throat, or maybe it was just the rat taking up room in his mouth constricting his breathing. Misto sharply turned his gaze to Mungojerrie in surprise. Rumple bit her lip, Demeter flickered her eyes between the two, and Munkustrap looked almost panicked as he noticed Rum Tum Tugger stalk over the hill of trash behind the nervous Mungojerrie. Bombalurina saw only Mungojerrie; she was fixated on his wide, solemn eyes as he spoke to her.

"…Bombs, I know you might say no, but I was just wondering, you know – I mean, unless you don't want to," Mungo cursed his stutters as he meshed sentences together, "but I wanted to know if, wait, I mean I don't wanna' think you don't have somebody else to be around, cause you're a- well, I was meant to say was that I wanted you to know that- but if you only want to be friends that's fine too- and I wanted"

Every jellicle present felt pity for the cheeky calico, whom Bombalurina had unwittingly melted into a blubbering mess. Rumple had slowly started to cover her face with her paw, embarrassed at being related to such a moron that moment.

"-do you think maybe, we could, umm…" Mungojerrie was almost shaking in sheer terror of being rejected; Bombalurina was still staring at his face in confusion.

"Mungojerrie, are you alright?" Bombalurina asked him naively, which made Mungojerrie curse his own stupidity at not even being able to form coherent sentences. Still, Bombalurina's caring green eyes gave him that final push to spit out his question.

"Do you think maybe, you wanna' be with me?" He asked, soft spoken and vague.

"Be together how?" Bombalurina half understood what he was saying, but still need confirmation on what exactly he was trying desperately to tell her. Mungojerrie's eyes held a pained look, and the rat slipped from his mouth from shaking.

"-As in…not mates, but maybe, we could be later on…I mean like unless you don't want to because I know it's-" He was cut off as Bombalurina stepped forward and picked up the rat, her eyes returning to his, glistening with fond emotions.

"I know what you mean Mungojerrie," She whispered, dropping the rat between them, her paw covering the round ball of fur, "You just need to work on getting across the meanings" She tilted her head, close to his, and smiled, as his grin grew.