Baby I'm Longing For- First Draft

I'm Gonna Be Your Number One

"So, let me get me head around this yeah. You see ghosts? And no one else can?"

"Apart from Old Deuteronomy, Mistoffelees and the Witches Twins. I only started seeing them after that...incident."

"And this is the Cat you saw?" Rumpleteazer pointed to a small oil painting that was hanging on the wall in Munkustrap's den, next to fourteen others. They were all portraits of past protectors, hung in order from oldest to most recent. The older ones were all oil paintings, but the more recent ones were photographs. Munkustrap and Rumpleteazer gazed at the first, which portrayed a handsomely fierce looking silver tabby Maine Coon with blazing amber eyes.

"That is correct," Munkustrap replied, "Yes it was Siren alright."

"Ere, I can't find you anywhere!" said Rumpleteazer, scanning the wall.

"That is because I am not there."

"Why not?" She asked.

"Because I am neither dead nor retired," he chuckled, "Yet." Rumpleteazer smiled, feeling uncharacteristically shy. She looked sideways at him and caught him looking right at her. She quickly blushed and turned her head away.

"You're looking at me," she informed him, as if he didn't know.

"So it would seem."

"You never look at me, though."

"Oh, so I have never looked at you? Then how do I know that you are Rumpleteazer?"

"Don't get cocky! You know what I mean!"

"Do I? I love how you women over exaggerate. I have looked at you many times, so I am confused as to where you are plucking 'never' from."

"You just, never looked at me, like that, before."

"Like what? Admiring you?"

"Yeah."

"Has no one ever admired you?"

"Don't think so. Why would they?"

"Why would they indeed!" he scoffed, "I find that hard to believe!"

"Well, why do you like me all of a sudden?"

"I put on some rose tinted glasses!" He laughed and came towards her. She looked down at the floor, so he reached out and gently lifted her chin back up again in order to looked into her eyes and was lost for words. She was so beautiful. How could she not see it? Her eyes were the same colour as a shiny new conker, wide and inquisitive. Her nose was delicate and black, while her figure, where it had once been rather boyish, had filled out with strong curves that were pleasing to the eye. He especially loved the little polka dot freckles on her ginger striped face, coupled with the pout of her lips, which always gave her an air of defiance. She was not one of your weak, wimpy queens who were scared of their own shadows. She was brave, clever and strong. He liked that.

"No," he said, "I suppose, no one has looked at you like this before. Does it make you feel uncomfortable?" She shrugged.

"No not really," she replied, "It's all a bit new, I guess. I'm more used to having you glare at me. I thought you'd only ever look at me like this in my dreams!" She leaned in and he found himself staring longingly at those lips. The sudden desire he felt for her was almost overwhelming, like a caged bull that was trying to smash its way out of its confinement in order to get to her. It was his turn to look down at ground and he grasped both of her paws in his, nervously rubbing her fingers with his thumbs. He took a deep, shuddering breath, and let it out slowly.

"Let's just say," he began, "That I was to say yes. I would like you to do something for me."

"Like what?"