Baby I'm Longing For- First Draft

Home Again

Foreword
This was meant to be a short story, but I think we might be in it for the long haul! Sorry!
I also wasn't planning on making Munkustrap and Jazzie into too big a thing, but it seems they just can't get enough of each other! I mean, I was planning to have a bit more Demeter vs Munkustrap action, cos I know how much you love that couple and I'll admit, so do I. But somehow, Demeter seems to have turned into a bit of a bitch. Whoops! Not actually sure how that happened, but we'll run with it. See where it goes!
Be warned. This story is unashamedly gushy and very sweet. If it fails to warm the cockles of your heart, then you must obviously be an iceberg lettuce. May I suggest you go jump in a soda lake!

Disclaimer.

I own the following characters: Doctor Jazzie, Hortenseya, Lucitana, Norstara, Hack, Keralon, Katon, The Felons, The Vandals, Wave Of The Tail, The Nymph Quartet, Bellatriss, Sonora, Iphigenia,Vaughan, Benny Spears and The Rafters, Morosoe, Elias, Lorian, Dellasole, Dolce, Cosmica, Oenone, Hesione, Willowmist, Fat AndrImelda, Natoya, Eledin, Erebus, Elgin, Elfin, Eden, Niobe, Nephele, Serran, Quaxo Junior, Treloar and Tallus. Nothing more.

"At last my love has come along

My lonely days are over and life is like a song, oh yeah
At last the skies above are blue
My heart was wrapped up clover the night I looked at you
I found a dream that I could speak to
A dream that I can call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill I've never known, oh yeah
You smiled, you smiled oh and then the spell was cast
And here we are in Heaven
For you are mine at last."

(At last by Etta James)

This was how Doctor Jazzie felt as she stepped off the train, and exited St Pancras International Station into the pouring rain, almost sick with happiness. The memories of the last few days still beamed across her mind like gold threads of light and she reeled them in, hoping to treasure them forever. While she was busy daydreaming, the Silver Tabby Bengcoon (Bengal Maine Coon cross) placed a protective arm around her, trying unsuccessfully to shield her from the downpour.

"Aw, what a fitting end to our trip!" he said, jokingly, "we'll have to run for it!"

Together, they ran along the busy streets in their feline forms, dodging prams and zig zagging between the legs of humans who blindly trudged through the dank streets and coughed in the sooty air, holding firm onto their brollies lest a gust of wind snatched them right out of their hands. The couple laughed as they were soaked through, skipping from one shelter to the next and finally stopping to catch their breath under the awning of a market stall situated just outside the British Library. Since the humans were all preoccupied with avoiding the rain, they felt safe to change into their humanoid forms briefly. "I don't know why we're trying to hide from this!" he panted, shaking droplets of water from his whiskers, "We can't possibly get any wetter!" He smiled and reached down to wipe a drip of water from her pink nose, then gently lifted her chin and softly kissed her. A kiss which she deepened as she curled her arms around him.

"Thank you," she whispered to him, "those were ze best three days of my life!" She shivered. Her short coat was not standing up well to this unusually chilly Summer weather, especially now that it was wet through. He was fairing slightly better, with the water sliding off his silky, lustrous coat, which was doing a blinding job of keeping out most of the cold weather, even after having shed the last vestiges of the longer Maine Coon winter coat he had inherited from his father. Thoroughly envious, Jazzie was only too grateful to burrow into it and hide from the drizzle laden gale.

"You're welcome!" he replied, "I rather enjoyed them too. Are you cold?"

"F-f-freezing!" she admitted.