A/N: Don't ask…just don't ask where this came from. I started it at 11 o'clock last night when I realized I had two ish days to write something for Jellicle Week March, so here's my failed attempt at it…

Sunday

"Misty?" a soft voice said, rubbing up against me and waking me up. I smiled faintly, looking down at the pale form of Victoria. My smile faded as I saw that she looked almost frightened, which didn't surprise me due to the storm outside. She never liked storms, especially thunderstorms and lightning most of all, despite liking my lightning.

"What is it, Vic?" I asked her softly, nuzzling her gently as she cuddled up close to me, her breathing slightly uneven. A sharp crack of thunder shook through the apartment, and she pressed even closer to me.

"The storm's scaring me, Misty…I don't like it in your human's place. It's not warm like our den," she said softly her voice shaking slightly. I looked down at her, quite concerned. Usually storms didn't bug her this much, and I quickly stood up, leading her to my human's bedroom, and under the bed. I hoped that I could make her feel better.

"Now, Vic, I'll perform a private show for you…" I said as I conjured up a small light for her to see by. She grinned faintly, her anxiety about the storm seeming to fade before my eyes. I grinned back at her, quickly pulling out a deck of cards.

"Really, Misty? Another card trick?" she said, looking faintly dejected. I looked back at her, slightly confused. She rolled her eyes as she scooted closer to me, her face now only a couple of inches away from mine. Breathing softly, ours eyes met as we slowly moved closer, and I dropped the cards on the ground with a small fluttering sound.

"I better pick these up before I lose one…" I said softly, pulling away from her as I leaned down to pick up the cards, closing my eyes as I silently berated myself for not actually having the courage to kiss her. True, we stayed together most nights, slept together most nights as well, and were as close as any mates, yet I never actually had the courage to even kiss her, let alone anything more than that. I had the feeling she wasn't appreciating my lack of affection, yet I still didn't know how to actually build up the courage to kiss her for once.

"Misty! Honestly! That was the closest we've been to kissing, and then you just have to pick up your cards!" she said, sounding like she was close to tears. I bit my lip slightly, not wanting to look up at her as I picked up the Ace of Spades, which just happened to be pointed towards me. "Aren't you going to say something, Misty?" she said after a minute. I still didn't respond, not knowing what to say at all as I finally picked up the Joker. "Well, have fun on your own. I'm headed back to the Junkyard, Mistoffelees," she finally said as she walked away. My eyes widened at the thought of her leaving in the middle of the night.

"No! Leave in the morning, Vic. I don't want you to go out in this storm," I said softly. She glared at me slightly before shaking her head and walking out of the room. I sighed, standing up and following after her.

"Don't follow me, Misty. I won't let you near me if you follow me around," she said before slipping outside. I sighed, making my way back to my bed and sitting down, angrily pulling out my cards and starting to play a game of solitaire.