This time it's Cassandra&Alonzo. I'm trying to keep this at K…
Note: These are not supposed to be crack pairings, merely popular pairings I don't ship. And, if I run out, maybe some odd couples.
She was a jerk, and he was annoying. So cheerful and immature and unbearably sexy. And Cassandra? Thin, sleek, mature—and bashful. Alonzo always knew what to do to make her lose her cool and look like a dork in front of the Tugger, or Munkustrap, or her too-cool cousin Exotica. It was terrible, the way her face heated up and her teeth clenched. It was unattractive, and Cassandra was always about being attractive.
He'd play with her words and twist them around to mean the most absurd things. Oh, so you really do love me, ey, Cassie? Which—though she'd never admit it—was right. She loved him so much it hurt, when she saw him flirting (he wasn't hers, so who was she to complain?) with Jemima or Bombalurina or any other queen he could flirt with that wasn't occupied with the Tugger. However, she wouldn't let it show. Cassandra was lucky, her eyes were "unemotional" (which the spotted tom himself said) and didn't show anything when she wanted to break down and cry or slap someone. Though sometimes it was a burden, because her smiles never reached her eyes and everyone thought she was always pissed (just because my eyebrows are angled...) or Alonzo couldn't see the pain in her eyes when he did... well, anything that didn't concern her. She felt so immature because of that, but it was true.
And at this point in time, Cassandra was hoping her emotions matched her eyes. The beautiful Abyssinian found herself leaning against a wall, arms crossed, desperately trying to stay calm, as Alonzo's face was inches from hers (I remember when we were kittens and I thought you had cooties) and his hand pressed against the wall next to her head. She prayed he wouldn't touch her ear or something, she'd freak out—either slap him or do something monumentally embarrassing, like start to purr. But she needed to focus—on not blushing or freaking out. She was Cassandra, and Cassandra didn't freak out... Except when it came to Alonzo.
"So… will you admit it? That you love me?" The black and white tom said, his voice annoyingly calm.
"I can't admit something that's not true." Cassandra shot back, but the blush on her face betrayed her.
"Not true…? Are you sure, Cassie?" Oh, how she hated it when he called her that.
"No, Alonzo, I'm not sure."