I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
Id love you to love me.
I'm begging you to beg me.

I didn't see Bomba for the rest of the day, or the day after that. She was often absent from the yard; the rumor was that she had an owner somewhere just outside the junkyard, some cats will even swear that they've SEEN her humans, but I don't buy it. Bomba is NOT tamable...but I do wonder where she goes...

So two days after our first encounter, I was making my way to the den I shared with my brother Munkustrap, just as the sun was beginning to set. Storm clouds were gathering in front of the setting sun, putting a pink and orange haze over the junkyard. It made you feel like your eyes weren't working, to see an orange tint over everything, but it was cool in an apocalyptic kind of way. But anyways, as I was walking towards my den, I noticed a figure hunched just beyond the tire, around where Bomba and I had kissed, staring into the sunset. I stopped and looked at the cat for a moment, and discovered that it was in fact Bombalurina. I slowly climbed through the tire and made my way slowly over to her. There was something strange about her; her fur was lacking it's usual shine, and it was matted and plastered to her body in places. She looked sick. I sat down next to her and nuzzled her shoulder gently. She jumped, but calmed when she saw it was me. Her eyes were wide and her lips were bloodless.

"Are...are you okay?" I cautioned. "You don't look so good." I reached out my paw to her face and se welcomed my touch as if it were her first contact in days. "Bomba?" she shook her head and gave me a weak smile.

"I was a little sick...that's all. Nothing to worry about."

"Are you sure?" I started running my claws through her fur, trying to break up some of the clumps. She watched me, almost surprised. When I decided there was nothing more I could do with the mess, I sat back and gave her the nicest look I had in my system.

"Thank you." she whispered.

"Don't mention it. So you've just been sick in bed then?" she nodded, but didn't look at me.

"Demeter took care of me. She's good at that."

"So am I. I'd take care of you too."

"That's sweet. You're sweet."
"Well..." ohh what was I getting myself into? "I...I like you a lot Bomba. And I'd like to show you that I mean what I say to you. I want to make you happy." And I knew that she believed me by the look she probably didn't even know she had on her face. I stayed quiet, letting her process what I had told her. She stayed quiet as well, but she nervously slid closer to me. She settled down in front of me, and pressed a little weight against my chest. I approved her gesture by sliding both my arms around her waist and gently pulling her back. She slumped down entirely against me and I rested my head in the crook of her neck. It was a weird feeling that came over me then; I was used to my green light being that something didn't feel totally wrong. But with Bomba, it didn't just not feel wrong...it felt, for the first time, completely right. I wondered why it took me so long to find her. If this was what finding the right cat for me felt like, then I never ever wanted to lose her.

As we sat there and watched the sun go down, the clouds grew thicker and darker, and with a sudden crash of thunder, the clouds opened and it began to pour. Bomba shrieked and I (while not too happy about it myself) just laughed and took her paw in mine, helping her to her feet. We ran together through the rain, trying in vain to cover our heads. She started to veer off in the direction of the den she shared with Demeter, but it was awfully far away, so I kept my grip on her paw. "No! No, come on, mine's closer, you'll drown in all this rain." she laughed and rolled her eyes, but followed my lead towards mine and Munkustrap's den. When we got through the door we collapsed, breathing, laughing, and shaking from the cold water on our fur. I got on all fours and shook like crazy, splattering water over every inch of the old car where Munkustrap and I den. "Ugh Tugger quit it!" came my brother's voice from the front seat. Bomba giggled, shaking herself dry as I had just done. As soon as Munk realized we weren't alone, he cleared his throat and held his tail high, the way he presents himself as protector. He really is a fun cat when he doesn't have any responsibility, but around anyone other than me or Demeter, forget about it. He's such a stiff when he's got a job to do.
"Ahem. God evening Bombalurina." he said. I clapped him over the head with my paw. "OW!"
"Drop your act oh great one. Bomba's not here to be protected."
"Well maybe she should be." Munkustrap hissed at me. He turned his attention to Bomba. "I've got to say it Bomba; of all the queens I've seen Tugger bring home, I never expected one of them to be you. I can't quite place why." he looked back at me when I spoke.
"It's not like that Munkustrap. We wanted to get out of the storm, that's all." I was trying so hard to tell myself that Bomba didn't look oddly hurt. Munkustrap gave me one of those "yeah sure, okay" looks.
"Well, something tells me that you two together isn't something I'll be able to sleep through…should the inevitable happen. I'll den with Demeter tonight."

"I swear Munkustrap," Bomba cut in. "She wants you for her mate so badly, and if you knock her up before you ask her to be your mate, your head's going on the wall." I laughed. She pointed at both of us, with a small smile of her own on her face. "I'm so serious." Munkustrap bit his lip and stared at the ground. A smirk cracked across my face.
"Is there…something you'd like to share with us Munky?" I asked. He took a deep breath.
"She's…well she's…I'm not actually sure…" I looked at Bomba. Her mouth was wide open, but with a smile.
"You have GOT to be joking." I blurted. Munkustrap looked suddenly kittenlike. He searched for words. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I'm not even sure!" he whined. "She acts like she is though…but we're not even mates yet…she's not really herself lately."
"She's tired a lot, no? And is she eating like a Pollicle around you too?" offered Bomba. Munkustrap nodded. She whacked him on the head, the same way I had done before, and the look on both of their faces forced a laugh from me. "Your queen's pregnant. And you're gonna mate her before anyone else has a chance to find out! Now go!" Munkustrap stood hanging his head, thinking, and as he did, the smallest of smiles crossed his face.
I love her." he whispered. My heart pulled at my brain a little. The tone in his voice was that of a natural euphoria that I craved so badly.
"And she knows you do." I choked out. I didn't even notice the lump in my throat until I spoke. How embarrassing.
"And she loves you too." added Bomba. "But if you still don't see that, go to her, and she'll tell you until she's blue in the fucking face. Ask her to be your mate, announce it to the tribe in the morning, and then the pregnancy will reveal itself in time. You've already got Jenny's blessing, the only thing you need to overcome are your own nerves." Munkustrap nodded, and then everyone was silent for a few moments before he spoke.
"I'm terrified Bomba. I'm absolutely terrified."
"Of mating Dem?"
"NO! No, I've been waiting for the right moment to do that since...since the Jellicle Ball...I'm scared of being a father I think...what if I should fail them?" and that was my brother: always fearing the worst. I knew he was going to make a good father, Bomba knew it, Demeter knew it, but that's Munkustrap: faith in everyone but himself. I found the ability to speak.
"You'll be fine, Munk. It's like being a protector-"
"Only you'll love them so much more." added Bomba.
"Nahh that's not possible." my tone took on a happy, supportive tone, and I embraced my brother gently by his shoulders. He smiled and patted my shoulder in gratitude.
"Everything's going to change." muttered Munkustrap.
"For the better." Bomba promised. Munkustrap nodded.
"Go to her loverboy." I ordered, earning a smile from Munk. He shut his eyes and took a few deep breaths before bolting out the door.
"And bring her something nice!" Bomba called after him. He yelled something back at us, but we couldn't tell what he said over the roar of the rain. We watched him run until he veered off to the right to Demeter and Bombalurina's den.
"I want that." I mused without thinking,
"A mate?" she asked.
"I guess. But I think I want kittens." Bomba wrinkled her nose.
"I don't."
"Why not?"
"I'm horrible with kits. They don't like me either."
"You were one once." I reminded her. She had no comeback.
"Well why do you want them?" I shrugged.
"I don't know. I want my own family I guess. Maybe I want something to tie me down. Something to keep my grounded, keep me out of trouble..." Bomba looked shocked.
"You're the last cat I would ever expect to ASK to be tied down." This required careful thought.
"Maybe it's what I've wanted all along. Maybe it's what I've always needed." and I think that for the first time, my head and my mouth made a connection. I was barely even aware that I thought these things, but in my ears they made so much sense. Was this really what I wanted? yes. I wanted kittens to teach and love and watch grow up. I wanted a mate who I knew was faithful to me and only me. A mate...who I could be faithful to. I finally verbalized something close to what my head was feeling. "I think I'm done with this casual sex thing." Bomba didn't really have any visible reaction. But I guess just because you can't see it, doesn't mean it's not there.
"How casual am I?" she asked, a paw finding mine. Wait, what? I looked at her, looking at me with that specific nervousness that was so sweet about her.
"You're not...I like you...a lot..." I wasn't allowed to finish thinking. She kissed me. While I had no qualms with her affection, I did wonder one thing. I broke the kiss to pose one question. "Do you think I'm using you?" I asked. She smiled in a way that somehow made me feel stupid.
"No." she whispered, before making an attempt at my face. Aggressive much? That was interesting. I laughed, and without really meaning to say it out loud, asked
"Are you using me?" she laughed back, and shrugged.
"Maybe a little." her tone was soft and too seductive for me to pass up. It bugged me how much her words had turned me on. Didn't I just get finished saying that I was over that whole thing? I pulled away.
"Then no...I won't."
"Won't what?"
"Be with you. I want you Bomba...make no mistake about it...but when I wake up tomorrow morning, I still want you to want me." She considered me for a moment, and I could all one million of the thoughts flashing behind her eyes.
"Of all the toms in the tribe, Tugger, you're the last one I'd expect to be asking for commitment."
"Forget what you know Bomba, because I don't even know what to expect anymore." I whispered. She shook her head in amusement.
"You're a fascinating tom, and I don't think I'm crazy enough to pass up being the tester for you and your new found sensitivity. So listen: neither of us can say how we'll feel a year from now, or even a week from now..." she came close, her eyes locked on mine. She let our lips barely touch on her way to my ear, where she whispered "But I promise I'll be here in the morning." her promise went straight up and down my body in a hot shudder. She ran a paw up my arm, then my neck, and it came to rest tangled in the fur of the back of my head. I leaned my head against her paw and took a deep breath. I looked at her, being so patient with me. It was a look of patience on her face, after all, and not one of annoyance. I was sure of that. So she was willing to wait until I was okay; she was in this for ME. And that's what I was looking for. I nodded, trying so hard to keep gazing into her eyes. She was worth the blush that filled my face. I'm so bad at looking in someone's eyes; letting them see mine. What do they see? I can never stand the thought that the look in my eyes might betray the thoughts in my head and the workings of my heart. I thought about what Bomba had just said; the thought of tomorrow morning scared me a little. I had the oddest feeling that she was falling for me, but what if I was wrong? What if we fooled around tonight, and forgot in the morning? If it didn't work with Bomba, I might swear off companionship for good...I took another look at her. I could feel my animalistic side taking over, specifically my lower half. No fair. Bomba was hot, and she was willing...and so was I. I wanted her. I nodded.
"That's good enough for me." came my voice, emotion clearly audible within it. I very slowly leaned in and kissed her, and we both moved very slowly, as if we were both waiting for the other to break away at any second. There was a certain fragility to our actions, or maybe I just thought there was. I felt completely open with her, and I just let go of myself as we laid each other down. She was excellent from experience, and knew exactly what to do. This was an almost unfamiliar phenomenon for me; Etcetera was a virgin, and Mistoffelees has never been with a tom before. So this was honestly the best time I'd had in more than two years, so I would've been satisfied no matter what...but Bomba completely blew even my mind. The movements she made only coaxed new ones from my own body, and the sounds she made drove me over edge after edge. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about the fact that she was perfect.

Was I still scared of tomorrow morning?
Definetly.
But was having her all to myself for tonight worth it?

Hell yeah.

yay for me NOT writing cat sex.
haha my friend becky actually asked me if she could write a real sex scene, but i declined. obviously this one went a little father than Misto or Etci, to show that it's got slightly more meaning. but i tend to steer clear of the secks seeeens.
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