Fanfic - Cats verse 2.0
Quaxo sighed as he tucked his knees under his chin, his mismatched eyes of blue and gold staring into the distance as he brooded over the events of the past few hours, days really. He tilted his head back as he thought of the human girl that was starting to restore feeling to his heart following the events of the "mating dance" that took placed at the last Ball. It hurt, knowing that the queen he had loved all his life thus far, had chosen another - he thought Victoria knew how he felt about her. Guess he just wasn't the right tom for her. He rose slowly, shifting from Jellicle size to proper cat size and padded out of the Junkyard, heading off to wander the lonely streets of London. He did remember to give a brief nod to Munkustrap as he passed by him, just so the Protector knew he was up and about. Well, he thought, at least the weather was cooperating. Nothing would have made the day worse then to be wandering while it rained. Hopefully he hadn't just jinxed himself. Ah, there, he thought, finally spying the door he wanted, three streets down and two streets over from the Junkyard. He scratched at it, waiting patiently for the owner to answer.
Lise wasn't even sure what time it was, having only just crumpled into bed when the sound of a cat at the door caused her to stir. A soft groan escaped her lips as she slowly sat up, stretching slightly catlike as she did so. Whoever it was would need a damn good reason for waking her at.. She glanced blearily at the clock. Two o'clock in the morning. She rose slowly from her bed and made her way to the door. She opened it slowly, glancing down to spy a cat, and then waited for the cat to enter before closing it again. "Do you have.." she began, allowing the question to die when he brushed by her, heading for his usual perch in her living room.
Quaxo shifted size once again as he alighted to his chosen perch, the sofa. "Oh, did I wake you?" he asked, finally taking in the sight of her in a lacy nightgown, his cheeks aflush under his white facial fur. He winced, having forgotten to take into account that she might have been asleep. He knew she was keeping odd hours these days since she was working at the local hospital. And that didn't even begin to factor in the odd hours she kept when she was on call at the vet clinic.
"I had just gotten to bed," she grumped, sitting down next to him on the sofa, resting her head on his furred right shoulder. "One of the new night nurses decided to up and quit so I got stuck covering her shift until the next nurse got in about an hour ago." She snuggled close to him, her eyes slowly closing. She could feel the exhaustion creeping in but it was rude to fall asleep when someone was talking to you (she could almost hear the lecture from Jenny if she did just that). If she could just stay awake one minute more...
Quaxo shifted position and scooped her up, before attempting to stand. Awkward, but he got it done, not once jostling the woman in his arms. Sound asleep, he mused. Poor thing, burning her candle at not just both ends but a third end (which was another candle slammed onto the already burning double ended one). He gently laid her down back on her bed, tucked her in, adjusted her blanket and made his way for the sofa. He'd spend the night there, quietly watching over her. Someone had to take care of her - since she was doing such a pisspoor job of it on her own. In the morning, er later, since it was already morning, judging by the time on the clock, he'd ask Old Deuteronomy his blessing to become her cat (he knew he'd no longer be called one of the strays and he'd be giving up a ton of his freedom, but a small price to pay, really, to just make sure she was okay.)
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Quaxo stirred to the sound of someone softly singing as they busied themselves in the flat's small kitchen. "You can do magic you can have anything that you desire Magic and you know you're the one who can put out the fire You know darn well when you cast your spell You will get your way when you hypnotize with your eyes A heart of stone can turn to clay..." He perked at the lyrics, wondering what brought that on. Hopefully it wasn't because he was deemed the original conjuring cat. (And he most certainly could not hypnotize anyone with his eyes, thank you very much. That was something Macavity would do (and had done, as he recalled the fight at the last Jellicle Ball all too well) and he was *not* anything like that other cat. He bristled at the mental comparasion, and would have words with her if she even thought about comparing the two of them again.)
"And when the rain is beating upon the window pane And when the night it gets so cold when I can't sleep Again you come to me I hold you tight and the rain disappears Who would believe it with a word you dry my tears," she continued softly, "you can do magic you can have anything that you desire Magic and you know you're the one who can put out the fire You know darn well when you cast your spell You will get your way when you hypnotize with your eyes A heart of stone can turn to clay." She blushed when she realized he was finally awake. "Oh, sorry," she murmured. "Did I wake you?"
"No, just getting up," he said, rolling his shoulders slightly. "Did you get enough sleep?"
"Nothing a little coffee won't fix."
Quaxo reached over for the phone, carefully dialed a number that he had watched her dial several times before and waited. "Yes, this is Jacob Hunter, Lise's husband. Yes, I know. I was out of the country for a while and well, you know how she doesn't like talking about herself," he said with a light laugh. "I'm calling her out. Poor thing's exhausted, still asleep. She'll be in for her shift tomorrow. Thank you, Doctor. I'll tell her." He hung the phone up and looked at her, making a shooing gesture with his paws. "Back to bed."
"Jacob?" The name earned a slightly arched eyebrow.
"Very human sounding as compared to, say, Quaxo." He was a bit amazed that she hadn't noticed he had said "husband" when calling her out, but chalked it up to her level of exhaustion. It'd probably kick in later. Hopefully... she wouldn't mind too much.
"Ah," came the witty answer. "Okay, okay, got the hint. I'll go back to bed." A heart beat later, she whipped around, impossibly blue eyes wide. "Husband?!"
"Was beginning to wonder when it'd sink in," he said, absently buffing the claws of his left front paw on his white bib, almost entirely out of nerves then out of a desire to have them shine. "Figured you were too exhausted to notice before." He kept his gaze averted, watching her ever so slightly from the corner of his eye, hoping that his choice of words hadn't truly upset her. He didn't know if he could handle not having her in his life if she got upset by the choice of words.
"Husband," she repeated, still caught on that one little word. No, no sense of getting one's hopes up too high. He was supposed to be mating Victoria soon. Wasn't he? "But.. you.. Victoria... I.."
"She chose Plato at the last Ball," came the soft rejoinder. He had to admit it to himself that he had been disappointed when Lise had missed that ball - yet at the same time, grateful she had because he knew she would have only gotten hurt when the fight against Macavity happened. Hell, even Munkustrap got injured in that fight and he was a full grown tom.
"Whiskers," she breathed, instinctively using that old curse she picked up from listening to Munkustrap "swear" (tom couldn't curse to save his life). "I'm sorry. Shit." She silently made her way over to him and hugged him, resting her head on his shoulder.
He turned to look at her, nuzzling her slightly. "Hey," he said. "It wasn't your fault. Plato just happens to be bigger, more impressive, more.." He paused when Lise placed a thin finger on his lips, quieting him.
"Give me a well dressed tuxedo over someone like Plato anyday," she admited, nuzzling him back. Privately, she hoped she was doing it right - not wanting to offend the young tom by doing the wrong gesture.
"You really mean that?" he asked, trying to quell the rise of hope in his chest. He did want to believe that she meant that but... If she was only saying that to cheer him up...
She wordlessly nodded, a soft smile on her lips.
"Be mine?"
She nodded again, leaning in to kiss him gently. She didn't think words were necessary at that point, her feelings for him were all out in the open, had been since the day they first met.
Quaxo purred softly as he kissed her, content in his choice of mate. "My mate," he whispered, after he broke the kiss. "I won't share you with another tom, human or Jellicle."
"Good," she murmured softly. "Because I only want you," she said. She licked his jaw gently, trying to keep close to what was proper. "I am doing it right?" she asked finally, feeling a little shy.
"It's fine," he murmured, stroking her hair. "I don't expect you to use all the proper cat techniques and I won't use them all for you. After all, I don't think you'd like me biting you when we..." he flushed beneath his facial fur at the thought.
"Yeah, I draw the line at love bites like that," she said, snuggling into his arms. Breakfast could wait - right now, she was comfortable where she was and had no interest in moving right away.
~
Quaxo stirred later that afternoon, his mismatched eyes studying his mate as she lay sound asleep. He gently brushed a lock of hair off her face and smiled as she curled closer. True, Munkustrap would probably be a bit irritated that he hadn't asked for his blessing (as Munkustrap viewed Lise as his child), but at least he didn't have to worry about losing his daughter to someone outside of the tribe. "Lise," he murmured, nuzzling her gently. "I need to leave for a little bit. Let Old Deuteronomy know what happened between us."
She stirred slightly, her blue eyes slowly opening to look up at her mate. "Kay," she murmured sleepily. "Come right back?"
He licked her jawline, purring softly. "Of course, my mate," he whispered. "I'll always come back." He rose slowly, stretching as he did so. "I love you."
Lise wasn't even sure what time it was, having only just crumpled into bed when the sound of a cat at the door caused her to stir. A soft groan escaped her lips as she slowly sat up, stretching slightly catlike as she did so. Whoever it was would need a damn good reason for waking her at.. She glanced blearily at the clock. Two o'clock in the morning. She rose slowly from her bed and made her way to the door. She opened it slowly, glancing down to spy a cat, and then waited for the cat to enter before closing it again. "Do you have.." she began, allowing the question to die when he brushed by her, heading for his usual perch in her living room.
Quaxo shifted size once again as he alighted to his chosen perch, the sofa. "Oh, did I wake you?" he asked, finally taking in the sight of her in a lacy nightgown, his cheeks aflush under his white facial fur. He winced, having forgotten to take into account that she might have been asleep. He knew she was keeping odd hours these days since she was working at the local hospital. And that didn't even begin to factor in the odd hours she kept when she was on call at the vet clinic.
"I had just gotten to bed," she grumped, sitting down next to him on the sofa, resting her head on his furred right shoulder. "One of the new night nurses decided to up and quit so I got stuck covering her shift until the next nurse got in about an hour ago." She snuggled close to him, her eyes slowly closing. She could feel the exhaustion creeping in but it was rude to fall asleep when someone was talking to you (she could almost hear the lecture from Jenny if she did just that). If she could just stay awake one minute more...
Quaxo shifted position and scooped her up, before attempting to stand. Awkward, but he got it done, not once jostling the woman in his arms. Sound asleep, he mused. Poor thing, burning her candle at not just both ends but a third end (which was another candle slammed onto the already burning double ended one). He gently laid her down back on her bed, tucked her in, adjusted her blanket and made his way for the sofa. He'd spend the night there, quietly watching over her. Someone had to take care of her - since she was doing such a pisspoor job of it on her own. In the morning, er later, since it was already morning, judging by the time on the clock, he'd ask Old Deuteronomy his blessing to become her cat (he knew he'd no longer be called one of the strays and he'd be giving up a ton of his freedom, but a small price to pay, really, to just make sure she was okay.)
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Quaxo stirred to the sound of someone softly singing as they busied themselves in the flat's small kitchen. "You can do magic you can have anything that you desire Magic and you know you're the one who can put out the fire You know darn well when you cast your spell You will get your way when you hypnotize with your eyes A heart of stone can turn to clay..." He perked at the lyrics, wondering what brought that on. Hopefully it wasn't because he was deemed the original conjuring cat. (And he most certainly could not hypnotize anyone with his eyes, thank you very much. That was something Macavity would do (and had done, as he recalled the fight at the last Jellicle Ball all too well) and he was *not* anything like that other cat. He bristled at the mental comparasion, and would have words with her if she even thought about comparing the two of them again.)
"And when the rain is beating upon the window pane And when the night it gets so cold when I can't sleep Again you come to me I hold you tight and the rain disappears Who would believe it with a word you dry my tears," she continued softly, "you can do magic you can have anything that you desire Magic and you know you're the one who can put out the fire You know darn well when you cast your spell You will get your way when you hypnotize with your eyes A heart of stone can turn to clay." She blushed when she realized he was finally awake. "Oh, sorry," she murmured. "Did I wake you?"
"No, just getting up," he said, rolling his shoulders slightly. "Did you get enough sleep?"
"Nothing a little coffee won't fix."
Quaxo reached over for the phone, carefully dialed a number that he had watched her dial several times before and waited. "Yes, this is Jacob Hunter, Lise's husband. Yes, I know. I was out of the country for a while and well, you know how she doesn't like talking about herself," he said with a light laugh. "I'm calling her out. Poor thing's exhausted, still asleep. She'll be in for her shift tomorrow. Thank you, Doctor. I'll tell her." He hung the phone up and looked at her, making a shooing gesture with his paws. "Back to bed."
"Jacob?" The name earned a slightly arched eyebrow.
"Very human sounding as compared to, say, Quaxo." He was a bit amazed that she hadn't noticed he had said "husband" when calling her out, but chalked it up to her level of exhaustion. It'd probably kick in later. Hopefully... she wouldn't mind too much.
"Ah," came the witty answer. "Okay, okay, got the hint. I'll go back to bed." A heart beat later, she whipped around, impossibly blue eyes wide. "Husband?!"
"Was beginning to wonder when it'd sink in," he said, absently buffing the claws of his left front paw on his white bib, almost entirely out of nerves then out of a desire to have them shine. "Figured you were too exhausted to notice before." He kept his gaze averted, watching her ever so slightly from the corner of his eye, hoping that his choice of words hadn't truly upset her. He didn't know if he could handle not having her in his life if she got upset by the choice of words.
"Husband," she repeated, still caught on that one little word. No, no sense of getting one's hopes up too high. He was supposed to be mating Victoria soon. Wasn't he? "But.. you.. Victoria... I.."
"She chose Plato at the last Ball," came the soft rejoinder. He had to admit it to himself that he had been disappointed when Lise had missed that ball - yet at the same time, grateful she had because he knew she would have only gotten hurt when the fight against Macavity happened. Hell, even Munkustrap got injured in that fight and he was a full grown tom.
"Whiskers," she breathed, instinctively using that old curse she picked up from listening to Munkustrap "swear" (tom couldn't curse to save his life). "I'm sorry. Shit." She silently made her way over to him and hugged him, resting her head on his shoulder.
He turned to look at her, nuzzling her slightly. "Hey," he said. "It wasn't your fault. Plato just happens to be bigger, more impressive, more.." He paused when Lise placed a thin finger on his lips, quieting him.
"Give me a well dressed tuxedo over someone like Plato anyday," she admited, nuzzling him back. Privately, she hoped she was doing it right - not wanting to offend the young tom by doing the wrong gesture.
"You really mean that?" he asked, trying to quell the rise of hope in his chest. He did want to believe that she meant that but... If she was only saying that to cheer him up...
She wordlessly nodded, a soft smile on her lips.
"Be mine?"
She nodded again, leaning in to kiss him gently. She didn't think words were necessary at that point, her feelings for him were all out in the open, had been since the day they first met.
Quaxo purred softly as he kissed her, content in his choice of mate. "My mate," he whispered, after he broke the kiss. "I won't share you with another tom, human or Jellicle."
"Good," she murmured softly. "Because I only want you," she said. She licked his jaw gently, trying to keep close to what was proper. "I am doing it right?" she asked finally, feeling a little shy.
"It's fine," he murmured, stroking her hair. "I don't expect you to use all the proper cat techniques and I won't use them all for you. After all, I don't think you'd like me biting you when we..." he flushed beneath his facial fur at the thought.
"Yeah, I draw the line at love bites like that," she said, snuggling into his arms. Breakfast could wait - right now, she was comfortable where she was and had no interest in moving right away.
~
Quaxo stirred later that afternoon, his mismatched eyes studying his mate as she lay sound asleep. He gently brushed a lock of hair off her face and smiled as she curled closer. True, Munkustrap would probably be a bit irritated that he hadn't asked for his blessing (as Munkustrap viewed Lise as his child), but at least he didn't have to worry about losing his daughter to someone outside of the tribe. "Lise," he murmured, nuzzling her gently. "I need to leave for a little bit. Let Old Deuteronomy know what happened between us."
She stirred slightly, her blue eyes slowly opening to look up at her mate. "Kay," she murmured sleepily. "Come right back?"
He licked her jawline, purring softly. "Of course, my mate," he whispered. "I'll always come back." He rose slowly, stretching as he did so. "I love you."