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Macavity was a mystery cat, and mysterious was his nature. He could steal the shoes from off a cop and never be in danger. His motives were as hard to grasp, it often could be said. Why Macavity did what Macavity does is easily misread. No one knows why the hidden paw has a fondness for jewels and treasure. Some say he steals for money, others say for pleasure. Whatever the case one thing is clear, Macavity is to be feared. All the Jellicle cats knew to steer clear of the thief wherever he appeared.

At least one of the Jellicle cats had clearly not listened to those tales and rumors close enough. Because Victoria continued to spend time around the dangerous, mysterious tom. The uncombed ginger cat who put so many others on edge.

That same young feline, not yet a Queen, who had been trying out a very different kind of style, if those clothes were anything to go by. His sweet little Jellicle Jewel was wearing the sort of things only Rumpleteazer would have convinced her to slip into. Macavity was quite a bit more interested in slipping her out of it.

His eyes trailed down from hers, along the nearly see through swath of black fabric, covered in crawling black vine design. Unfastened, hanging open enough to grant him a glimpse of her soft, pale skin, and the laced black bra holding back her breasts. She had her arm tucked around her stomach, holding the fabric partially closed, as if self-conscious of her naturally beautiful form.

One of Macavity's arms was leaned against the wall to one side of her, the other had slipped down so his hand covered hers at her side. The robe was hiding nothing more than her underwear and a pair of thigh high tights, and he imagined it must have been for one of Gus' dress rehearsals. Perhaps she had been trying on new costumes. Whatever the case, his jealous anger could wait in the face of very different emotions now, and he leaned in, the hand over hers curling so his thumb could caress her palm as his lips brushed against her ear.

"You look very lovely, my shy Jellicle jewel."

He was certain she was flushed again, as she had been that first night, when he had given her his coat. He would not push himself on her, his movements, even to get them to this point, had been slow and full of compliments and charm. None would ever believe the sweetness Macavity could be capable of, and he would like to keep it so. But not with her. Not with his delicate queen who had only ever seen or heard soft, warm things from him. Reassurances and compliments and smiles that were never harsh or threatening.

"What have they done to possess you with ideas of such a dress? A tom might get ideas..."

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Even around that single finger she was rather tight, untouched as this part of Victoria had been up until this night.

She arched up against him, pressing as much of her own skin as she could against his, nails scraping gently over his back as she gasped and her eyes flew wide open in surprise and perhaps a tiny bit of pain, but not so much that it lessened the pleasure.

Anyone but Victoria would probably have been somewhat shocked by how gentle and patient the monster of depravity was being, but she could never have imagined him any different.

Macavity lightly nipped and worried a soft pink mark against her throat as she moved against him, delighting in the soft reactions he drew from her and taking his time with his explorations. As far as the Mystery cat was concerned, he had all the time in the world with this gorgeous creature beneath him, and he was going to make this night one she would never be able to forget.

He may have been a monster among the other cats as he fought tooth and claw for whatever it was he was set on possessing, but no queen had ever risen a complaint for the depraved cat's prowess in the bedroom. He had sharp claws, but soft paws, as they said. The tools of any skilled thief.

Victoria was soft beneath him. Warm and sweet and innocent, and he brushed his lips over the faint mark, stroking his finger against her inner walls as he coaxed more responses from her.

Tonight, Victoria was his.

She would gladly be his this night, and for as many more as he would have her. She was too young and naive to know any better, and too forgiving a nature to let herself be swayed by popular opinion when her own experiences were showing her nothing but a tom worthy of loving with all her heart.

She rolled her hips against his hand, growing more eager with ever passing moment, every maddening touch. She wanted more, needed more, and there was a pleading note to her whimpers as she rained soft little kisses on his neck and shoulders.

With a low rumble of approval, Macavity kissed her again. Her response to him and her movements encouraging. He slipped a second finger into the tightness of her body after a few more long, slow strokes.

One had her responding to him so simply, moving against him like she had been waiting for this for so long.

With the second, his movements grew more insistent, bolder. His lips found one of her hardened nipples, rolling against the flesh. As he toyed with one of her soft breasts, his fingers worked deeper within her, sliding in and out with strokes growing firmer and faster.
He wanted that keening sound back.