His Own Words

Request #5, for Pricklefritz. This is MAJORLY late and I feel terrible, Pricklefritz. I was certain this had been posted. I hope you enjoy your Tugger/Misto fluffy cuddle/make-out fest. I will make it up to you for the lateness. Enjoy!

Mistoffelees' back collided with the TSE-1 with a dull whump. Seconds later, Tugger's body covered his, and a hot mouth enthusiastically explored his own.

He didn't object. In fact, he only objected when the kissing, fevered and loving all at once, ended.

"Good morning to you too," the tux said, fanning Tugger's face with heaving breaths. "So it's going to be that kind of day, is it?"

"I've been waiting all day to do that," Tugger growled.

"Didn't you just wake up half an hour ago?"

"It was a very painful half-hour."

Mistoffelees chuckled, then moaned softly as Tugger leaned in to kiss him again, softer and gentler this time. On a good day they could spend hours mating like frantic youngsters, but every so often, Tugger would simply want… this.

And again, Mistoffelees did not object. He loved this as much as mating, having Tugger's tender attention on him, having those big powerful paws cradling his back and squeezing his rump and having that hot tongue exploring his—

"…. Cough."

They would have sprung apart, were it not for Tugger's paws still firmly connected to Mistoffelees' rear. As it were, Mistoffelees only pulled away far enough to spot Admetus. He stood with his mouth agape, looking terribly embarrassed to have interrupted the tryst, but not embarrassed enough to look away.

"You know," Tugger growled. "Traditionally one quietly slinks away when one catches a couple in the act."

"Yes, well," Admetus said, shuffling from paw to paw. "I was just walking in the area and… uh."

"And now I think you're going to continue that walk towards less interesting sights, aren't you?"

Mistoffelees lazily stretched and draped his arms over Tugger's shoulders, thoroughly enjoying the little exchange. Admetus finally scampered away while muttering an apology.

"How many times has he caught us?" Tugger sighed melodramatically. "Four times in the last week alone?"

"I've lost count," Mistoffelees said, smiling uncontrollably. "I suppose we'll be finding a different spot now?"

"Naturally. Do come."

Tugger led him away from the TSE-1 and made a quick visual scan of surrounding areas, until he seemed to find exactly what he was looking for. He settled for a spot over by the old discarded oven, where he wasted no time in growling playfully and preparing to lift Mistoffelees in his arms again.

The tux managed to squirm free and did a passable job of shoving Tugger against the rusted surface of the oven. "Oh no you don't. It's my turn now."

And so Mistoffelees took the lead, nosing through Tugger's chest and mane and delivering tiny little kisses to the fur, working his way up while Tugger spread his long limbs out, lounged back, purring at the attention and responding eagerly when Mistoffelees reached his mouth.

They'd only just returned to the level of passion of their previously-interrupted session, with groping paws and fervent kissing, when footfalls announced the arrival of more interlopers.

"… and the blanket is almost done, really, I just need to find my knitting needles. They're my favourite, you know. I'm sure I just left them by —Oh! Everlasting, it never fails!"

They pulled apart, in no particular hurry to jump away from each other. In fact, now it was Tugger's turn to lazily stretch. "Why, Jenny, Jelly! Good morning to you ladies."

"Tugger, for the love of everything," Jenny said, dropped her face into her paw. She may have been trying to shield her eyes from the sight. It wasn't entirely clear. "Why are you two always where I need to be? I don't suppose you've seen my-"

Tugger reached behind his rump and held out the object of Jenny's quest.

"—knitting needles, right," Jenny sighed.

"I hope your blanket turns out well," Mistoffelees innocently said.

"I think the two of you need to take up a hobby," Jellylorum sniffed as the pair clambered off the oven and dusted themselves off.

Tugger grinned. "Oh, we have a hobby. You might say we've gotten plenty of practice at it."

"Oh, will you just get on with it elsewhere!"

Mistoffelees couldn't hide a snicker as Tugger made a great show of hoisting himself off the oven, bowing to the old queens, and taking his mate's paw to lead him away.

"They seemed upset about something," the tux cheekily said as they walked through the junk piles and dens.

"It is quite upsetting to lose one's knitting needles," Tugger agreed. He stopped as he seemed to deem a spot acceptable, wrapping his arms around Mistoffelees' back and snapping his teeth.

Mistoffelees coolly raised an eyebrow. "Here, really?"

"It feels cozy to me. And why not? Are you worried I'll do this?"

Tugger's paws moved from the tux's back to his rear and kneaded, lifted, and slammed the smaller body again the solid cherry-wood of an overturned dresser.

Mistoffelees' breath rushed out at the impact, though he quickly recovered by purring and wrapping his legs around Tugger's waist as his mate leaned in to nip at his open mouth.

They kissed, until Tugger broke away to whispered in the tux's ear, "And are you worried I'll do… this?"

A nibble to Mistoffelees' ear turned into a bite, which turned into a long, pleasured yelp, and then another as Tugger repeated the gesture.

The rather suggestive sounds were quickly overtaken by angry footfalls and the slamming of a den door.

"Tugger! Mistoffelees! Would you please get off the side of my den!?"

Munkustrap stood with one paw planted on his hip, the other angrily pointed in a direction far, far away from his living space.

"This is your den?" Tugger gaped. He nibbled Mistoffelees' ear one last time, for good measure. "Misto, I told you we should have picked a different spot! We've interrupted poor Munk's tea and crocheting!"

Munkustrap sighed and pinched his nose. "How many times have I caught you two in the last week alone?"

"If you had this," Tugger said, squeezing his mate's legs for emphasis. "Wouldn't you want to show it off too?"

"You're a pest, Tugger. Get out of here, both of you!"

"I suppose he's lost his knitting needles too," Mistoffelees said, grinning like a kitten as they walked away again, paw-in-paw.

"It does seem to put one in a foul mood."

"So where to, now?"

"I think I heard that Bomba and Demeter were going to be having tea in the clearing."

Mistoffelees giggled. "Shall we?"

To the entirety of the junkyard, it looked as though Tugger simply had an exhibitionism fantasy. And, with his various kinks and tastes, he probably did, but Mistoffelees knew this was something else entirely.

Just before they arrived at the clearing, Mistoffelees fastened his paw around Tugger's neck and planted a long, slow kiss on his mate's lips. He whispered, "I love you, you giant sap."

He felt the lips curl into a smile.

Tugger was terrible with words, especially tender ones. As long as they lived, Mistoffelees would likely never hear the words "I love you" coming from his mate's mouth. But this little ritual, this fervent-yet-tender kissing, this showing the entire junkyard, Jellicle by Jellicle, that Mistoffelees was his mate and that he was proud of it… this was his own admission of devotion, in paws and kisses instead of words.

It was Tugger language, loud and clear, for I love you.

And Mistoffelees loved it.

The End