Alonzo: You did all of that... For me?
Alonzo: It's... Thank you.
They sit together in their den, looking at the ceiling covered with shining stars, eating treats and cuddling. And all of this because Alonzo said some time ago, he would love to watch the stars for their anniversary, but today the sky was clouded and heavy freezing rain covered everything.
Jennyanydot: So, let's check. Kittens are:
Clean? Not exactly. (Some of them are just dirty after playing outside)
Fed? More or less. (About the third part of the food is on them not in them.)
In beds? ... Well... (Most of them are piled together on pillows and blankets.)
They heard their bedtime story? Somehow... yes. (He rather sang to them various crazy songs created in the heat of the moment.)
Jennyanydot: It's... Not bad...
Mirage, with a shy voice: Star for trying, maybe? Please?
(Mirage is my oc. He lives in an esoteric shop, but he and his owner are very down to earth and rather cynical about it. Also, he isn't best with kids, because he is a rather good uncle than a competent parent. But he tires!)
Etcetera, Jemima, Electra, Sillabub, Pouncival, Plato, Tumblebrutus, Admetus, Bill Bailey, George, Carbucketty, after Tugger's song: TUGGER! TUGGER! TUGGER!
Rum Tum Tugger: Who is your handsome idol?!?
Rum Tum Tugger: Who is your favourite singer?!?
Rum Tum Tugger: Who is your rockstar star?!?!?!
Rum Tum Tugger: Yep, it's me!
Skimbleshanks to Munkustrap and Jenny: If he is a star maybe we should put him on top of the Christmas tree?
Munkustrap: Your fur reminds me of stars, you know?
Skimbleshanks: How? Stars are silver, only sun is gold.
Munkustrap, laughing: I don't believe it, but I'll cite Tugger "Sun is a star, right?"
(I'm not sorry, I just couldn't help myself ;) )
Alonzo and Munkustrap baking gingerbreads. Suddenly Skimbleshanks run in with something in his hand.
Skimbleshanks: I got it! I got it!
Alonzo: Oh, thanks Cat! You are a treasure, love!
Munkustrap: Perfect, darling. Now please, sit down, rest a moment with tea and finish decorate those troublemakers...
Skimbleshanks put a jar with little sugar stars on the table. They can't leave christmas tree cookies without stars at the tops, right?
WARNING!!!!!! ABOUT SEX!!!!!!
Tugger loved to catch all of those little, shiny, colorful stars marring his lover's black as deepest night fur. He could chase them with his lips, tongue and teeth, leaving wet, hot tracks on that lithe, sensitive body.
Rum Tum Tugger: You are so beautiful, handsome... So perfect, so hot...
He said between licks and bites.
Mistoffelees, moaning deeply: Tugger... Please!
Rum Tum Tugger: Oh, no, darling, first I need to chase and catch all of those little beauties and then tell you more how extraordinary you are...
Misto's fur burst with thousands new stars from anticipation.
Rim Tum Tugger, gigging: Oh, you're not making it easy for any of us...
