Hey all! Here's chapter eight!

Okay, so in the movie, Jack draws Rose...um...in her Birthday suit. But Victoria is a cat. She doesn't wear anything anyway. And this isn't an M rated fic. So this scene and the car scene will be toned down. Sorry. I just don't like writing lemon or...er...unclothing of Jellicles or people...So. Sorry.

~Rosey

Chapter Eight: Color Me Lovely

"It's perfectly fine, I assure you!" Victoria insisted, pulling Mistoffelees into her cabin later that evening. "Plato is out with the toms playing poker and Mother never comes in until much later."

"If you're sure," Misto mumbled shyly, stepping uncomfortably into the fancy room. "Look, this fancy place isn't exactly my cup of tea..."

"You're alright!" Victoria chuckled, taking his paw in hers. She gently lead him over to the safe Plato traveled with, and started twirling in the combination. "I want to show you something," she explained, her back to her love. She opened the small door and brought out a velvet box. She unlocked the box and brought out the diamond collar Plato had given her. She faced Misto and showed him the collar.

"Everlasting Cat, look at that thing!" Mistoffelees gawked. "Is it sapphire?"

"Diamond," she corrected him softly, watching him stare at it in shock. After a pause, she gently turned his face to her. "Misto, I want you to draw me, wearing this."

"Huh?"

"You're such a wonderful artist, Mistoffelees. I want you to draw me. But not just sitting there all poised and perfect. Draw me like you see me. Tell me what you want me to do and then draw me," her heart was racing as his paw rested on her hip.

He looked at her for a moment before smiling, putting the diamond collar around her neck. "It would be my honor."

Victoria smiled back, kissing him softly before turning to her dresser and grabbing her butterfly clip, putting it into her fur before facing him. "How do I look?"

His breath caught in his throat when she turned to him. The pale light from the dresser washed over her snow white fur, causing her to almost raidiate with an angelic glow. The butterfly clip pulled her fur back from her face, causing every feature to show perfectly. The diamonds glittered at her throat, the large blue one hanging lower than the others and resting against the nape of her neck. He finally found his tounge and nodded. "You look beautiful."

She smiled, going over to the couch. "Now Misto, the last thing I need is another picture of me looking like a porcelian doll. And as a paying customer," she added with a curved smile, tossing a coin seemingly out of nowhere into his paw, "I expect to get what I want."

"Uhh...Okay," Mistoffelees blushed, catching the coin before reaching into his artist's bag Victoria had told him to bring with him to her cabin. "Just...lay down on the couch there," he mumbled, digging for a piece of paper and a drawing charcoal. When he looked up again, Victoria had laid down on the couch, one paw near her face and the other arm arched behind her head. Mistoffelees swallowed. She was so perfect. He didn't deserve her. He really didn't. "Okay, you comfortable?" he asked shyly.

"Mmm-hmm," she smiled, nodding. She moved her hips slightly lower, tilting her chin a bit higher. "Is this alright?"

"Perfect," he whispered. "So just...Look right here," he instructed, pointing to his own eyes. "Look at me and don't look away."

Victoria's eyes met his and she was instantly his, looking at those beautiful orbs of brown and unable to look away. Misto looked back at her for a moment before he gently put the charcoal to the paper, starting the sketch. Victoria lay still, feeling watched, but not scrutinized. When Plato looked at her for more than a moment, she felt uncomfortable and invaded. When Mistoffelees's eyes grazed over her, she felt washed in protection and beauty. She breathed deeply, a smile creeping across her face as she looked at Misto. "I do believe you're blushing, Mr. Big Artieste," she said smilingly.

"Just be still, please," Misto grinned shyly back, looking down.

"Sorry," she giggled, freezing her features again. Instead, she concentrated on his beautiful eyes. She didn't look away.

Mistoffelees was almost shaking as he came close to finishing the piece. She was so beautiful...And so kind and real and very dear. His paw shivered as he finished the curl of her tail, taking a deep breath. Mercy, he loved her. And there was no turning back now. She jumped, he jumped. He looked up at her again. He didn't look away.

Finally, after almost an hour, Misto got to his feet and handed Victoria the drawing. "It doesn't do you justice, but-"

"Oh, Misto!" she gasped upon seeing the drawing. "It's perfect. It's..." she looked at him, her eyes gazing at his face longingly. "It's everything I ever wanted."

She handed him the collar off her neck, kissing him on the cheek. "Will you please go put this back in the safe? I'm going to put this drawing in with my things."

"Of course," he nodded, taking it from her paw. "What's the combination?"

"It's on a piece of paper under the dresser," she replied, kissing his cheek again.

"Alright," he kissed her back. "Be right back."

As Victoria put the picture in with her things, she couldn't stop her racing heart. She wasn't going to get off with Plato when the ship docked. No way. She was getting off with Misto and they would live happily ever after.

Mistoffelees returned to the room, wrapping his arms around her and embracing her lovingly. "Wanna go on an adventure?"

Victoria only looked at him before beaming hugely. "Anywhere with you."

Misto grinned, grabbed her paw, and together they raced out of the room.

Well? What did you think? I hope you liked it! The next chappy is some serious romance, so brace yourselves!

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~Rosey