Nine Lives of a Cat Burgler

Peace, Love, Happiness and Chocolate

I burst through the door laughing, finding myself face to face with Ace, who looked pale and tired.

"Where have you been! I have been worried sick about you!"

"Since when were you my mother!" I retort, speaking before thinking.

"Look I was just scared, ok? That something had happened, that you had been caught." He sounded hurt so I gently took him by the arm and led him through to the sitting room and sitting down next to him on the sofa.

"Thanks for worrying. No one else does." He looks at me with those big blue eyes, and smiles sadly. I dig a bit of chocolate out of my pocket and start to eat, before taking the hint and offering him some too. We sit in silence for a while, listening to the sounds of our breathing and my stomach ( which decided, at that moment to make a harpooned whale noise). Gradually Ace falls asleep, his head falling softly on to my shoulder. Since he can't see me staring, I study his face.

Now, I have to admit it. He is hot.

But there is more there, the softness of his eyes, the weird half smile which ,to be honest, melts my heart. What is this feeling? A piece of his hair falls down from behind his ear and I naturally sweep it back into place which wakes him up. He half frowns, half smiles at me but doesn't move his head.

"Your hands are really cold." He says. Oh. He wasn't asleep. We sit in silence once more, ignoring the tight emotion which flies around the room like a caged bird. We look at each other and once in a while our eyes meet, although one of us looks away before it becomes too awkward. Bluebird comes in and purrs around my ankles, wondering why neither of us have fed him yet. I sigh and gently push Ace's head off my shoulder. He falls softly onto the sofa. As I rise to leave, he suddenly props himself up on his elbow, leans out and takes my hand, restricting my movement.

"He can wait." He says. "But I can't."

He leans over, and the next thing I know is that we are kissing.

And I wish we never stop.