Exist

Fifth – Fire

(she was fire, crackling, blazing, smoking with beauty. out of control. Plato -} Bombalurina.)

I'm baaaaack with Bomba and Plato. I'm quite sure that credit goes to Nekopie. Oh sorry, it's soda, not pie. 8D

Look out for the slashy innuendo btw. Oh, I've always imagined Plato to be a very cunning, sneaky type.

Warnings: Kissing and such. Woo.

I watched her shimmy and sway to the pounding beat of the music, Tugger following her with evident lust in his eyes. I loved them – yes, as in, I wanted them – but I thought they were both insufferable snots. Tugger, what with Etcetera and Electra and Victoria and Jemima at his feet. Bombalurina, her scarlet, blazing beauty, Pouncival drooling over her.

I'd had enough.

Maybe it had something to do with the way that Tugger had stolen my queenfriend, Victoria. Maybe it had to do with the way Bombalurina ripped my brother, Pouncival, away from me. Either way, I was going to fix them.

I approached her that day as she lay in the sun, her fur shimmering in the light. She looked beautiful. So beautiful that I couldn't breathe. It didn't stop me, though. I lay beside her and she didn't even bother to open her eyes. She could tell from my height that I wasn't Pouncival, so naturally, she assumed-

"Tugger, babe," she slurred.

I said nothing, but I touched her with a single hand, resting on her shoulder, running down the rest of her body. She shivered.

"Tugger…? 'S'at you?"

I pressed my lips against her neck and she finally opened her eyes. They widened in shock, but she didn't pull away.

"Plato, what…?"

I gazed upwards at her, my lips still at her neck. She stared unwaveringly into my eyes. Maybe that was why I fell in love with her – she wasn't a nervous little thing like Victoria. She was proud, bold and beautiful and she wasn't afraid of anything.

Or was she? Maybe…she was afraid of falling for someone other than Tugger. She was afraid of not being beautiful, sexy Bomba.

I could fix that with a simple flash of white teeth and sparkle of green eyes.

"C'mon, Bomba," I murmured against her neck. "You're living a half life. You lead Pounce on – he's just a kitten, my baby brother. He'll never do you justice. And Tugger?" I chuckled into her red fur. "He'll always leave you in the dust."

I could see her flaring up. She was like a sudden burst of flames rising up from dying embers. "Tugger? Leave me in the dust?" she hissed.

"I can see it coming," I whispered, lifting my lips to her ear. "He'll find Cassandra…Victoria…he'll leave you, and then the Jellicles will laugh. Tugger will win."

"I won't allow that," she snarled. A fire crackling and blazing with life. "I'll beat him to it," she added triumphantly. And then she pulled me into her arms and we kissed, hard.

See? I fixed her.