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30 Day OTP Challenge

TuggerxMisto

Disclaimer: Again, I don't own the challenge. I dunno who does but I got it from Batsutousai. I don't own Cats either - that belongs to T.S. Elliot.

Rum Tum Tuggette: Aww, thanks!

A/N: Just like with Granny Smith Marshmallows, the chapters will be in chronological order unless stated otherwise.

Day 2: Cuddling Somewhere

After Misto cast his emotional bonding spell, Tugger had been much more open with him. He usually waited for Misto to sense how he felt and deduce it on his own, giving hints here and there to help him along when he didn't want to completely explain it.

Tugger was usually in some form of a good mood, whether it was cocky, flirtatious, (rarely) calm, or simply happy. But once in a while, his confident demeanor would falter and a negative emotion would settle in.

Misto had also learned when he should talk to Tugger about what was wrong and when he should simply comfort him.

There was a day that Tugger came crawling to Misto's den looking for love and comfort. The tuxedo gladly opened his door- and his arms- to the maned tom. He sat Tugger down on the couch before sitting beside him, wrapping his arms around his mate and carding his fingers through his mane. He closed his eyes, sensing how Tugger felt. Neglected? Huh, thought Misto, that's new.

"Do you want to talk?" he asked the coon. Said coon shook his head before burying it in the fluff of Misto's chest. The tuxedo rested his head on Tugger's breathing a soft sigh. Why in the world was The Rum Tum Tugger feeling neglected?

Sometime later, Tugger had fallen asleep in Misto's arms. Misto sensed that his mate was feeling better, but he was dying to know what had upset him so badly in the first place. He had looked absolutely miserable when he came to the younger tom's door.

Misto thought back over the last few days. Tugger had gotten over the initial shock of the bonding spell and even accepted it, so that couldn't be bothering him. His fangirls still followed his every move, so they couldn't be the problem. The tuxedo closed his eyes, thinking of everything that directly related to Tugger- oh! It was him! Misto mentally slapped himself for being so dense. He had been focusing so much on his magic that he hardly had time for his mate unless one of them was upset. He looked down at the tom in his arms and pressed a kiss to his forehead. He had a lot of making up to do.

An hour or two later, the maned tom awoke. He gave a great yawn and shook his head before looking around. He smiled sleepily upon realizing he was still in his mate's den and in his arms. He looked up at the younger tom who seemed to have been watching him.

"Hey there," he greeted softly. Misto gave a small smile.

"Hey."

Tugger nuzzled into Misto's chest. "Thanks for helping me."

"No problem," the tuxedo replied. "After all, it was my fault you were even upset."

The flirtatious tom looked at his mate. "What are you talking about?"

Misto shifted nervously. "Well, you were feeling rejected, right? The only reason I could figure was that I hadn't been spending enough time with you."

Tugger sighed. That was exactly it. "It's alright, babe. You've been busy practicing for the ball. I know how important your song is to you."

The younger tom nuzzled Tugger's face, closing his eyes. "It's no excuse for ignoring my mate."

Tugger smiled softly. "Well, you can make it up to me by spending the rest of the day with me."

Misto chuckled and nodded. "Just the two of us, for as long as you want."

Tugger grinned and pressed his lips to the tuxedo tom's. Misto responded in kind and wrapped his arms around his mate's neck. They stayed in embrace for the rest of the day, not leaving the den until the following morning.

What do you think? I like this one.