Disclaimer: I do not own Cats the musical, or any of the characters.
Mistoffelees snuggled deeper in to the warm cocoon of blankets, breathing in deeply. The scent was unfamiliar, but somehow welcome to the cat's groggy brain. His eyes fluttered open, and he suddenly became aware of where he was. He jerked his head from side to side, peering around the den. Quickly, Mistoffelees spotted the Rum Tum Tugger, still curled up in a deep sleep in the corner. He let out the breath he hadn't realised he was holding in. If he left now, Tugger might just think he'd imagined Mistoffelees sleeping there, or better yet, wouldn't even remember the previous evening. He felt a little embarrassed that he'd succumbed to the cold, and felt a twinge of a annoyance it was the Rum Tum Tugger, of all cats, who had offered him a warm place to sleep. It was kind of the bigger tom, but Mistoffelees really didn't want to let the other cats know he had slept in Tugger's den; they'd ask why, and the he would have to explain his inability to find a den, and then Jelly or Jenny or even Munkustrap might suggest he sleep in the kittens' den, which would be humiliating as well as frustrating. The kittens loved his magic, and he like dot do tricks for them, but Mistoffelees tried his best to spend time alone to practise, which would be near impossible if he had to spend morning and night with the kits. Trying to move as quietly as possible, he edged his way across the blankets, but it seemed that luck was not on his side today. That, or the Rum rum Tugger had impeccable hearing, for he rolled right over and scared the living daylights out of the tux.
"And, where do you think you're going at this hour?" He smiled frustratingly.
"I didn't want to disturb you, and I was already up. Thank you for letting me sleep here, Tugger, but I think I should probably leave now-" Mistoffelees' stammering was cut off and Tugger sprang up and pounced on him with a low growl, " And, why would that be?"
Mistoffelees cleared his throat, Tugger now straddling him. The close contact made his heart race a little, simply because he hadn't been in such close quarters with another cat for quite a length of time, "I, um, I didn't want, uh, I didn't think . . ." He trailed off. Tugger leant back, gazing down at Mistoffelees with a smirk growing on his face.
"Gonna finish any of those sentences? Or are you gonna curl back up to sleep a little longer?" Tugger slowly moved off him, his tail trailing across the tux's thighs. He was still smirking; Mistoffelees rearranged himself, preparing to make another argument, hopefully better constructed, when Tugger nuzzled his head, almost affectionately. Mistoffelees purred unintentionally, as a shiver ran down his back. Tugger's smirk grew wider. Mistoffelees slowly curled back up, this time with the Rum Tum Tugger right beside him.
Mistoffelees wasn't sure how long they stayed like that, curled up in the warm blankets, but it must have been much later when Tugger moved, stretching himself out as the small tux did the same. Tugger looked at Mistoffelees for a moment, with a strange expression on his face, "Hey, Mistoffelees?" The tux stopped his stretching to look up at the bigger tom, who padded closer to him, their noses almost touching, "You're going to stay here tonight as well." They held that gaze for a few long moments, before Mistoffelees nodded slowly, resigned to doing what Tugger told him. The warmth was intoxicating, the heady scent he'd smelled earlier clouding his thoughts. Tugger smiled with a mixture of mischief and satisfaction, before turning to walk out of the den. Mistoffelees followed, not quite sure what had just happened.