"Regarding One Meeting of Strategy on a Particular Summer Night"
The two cats met not long after the setting of the sun, perched on the porch railing of the older cat's home. Mephistopheles was her name, Misty if you had the right, and she was displeased. The younger cat, Fraidy, (whose humans were not as literary as Misty's human) had failed to meet her in three days and the time for their attack was nearly nigh.
"I have arranged for the target to be unguarded for the time between dawn and my human's rising," Misty told the younger cat, who watched her with the 'I'm-really-desperately-trying-to-pay-attention-but-this-is-all-rather-boring' eyes of a puppy.
"But Mistatopaleese--"
"Mephistopheles." Misty's red fur bristled and Fraidy valiently tried again.
"But Mephatopleelees, my humans expect me back by sunrise or they won't let me inside my house until they return from their elsewheres, and all my toys and snacks and sun-spots are inside my house, and--"
Misty cut him off merely by flattening her ears. "Had you come to our arranged meetings as you promised--"
"I forgot and fell asleep!"
"--then you might have had more input on the timing." Misty was losing what little patience was left to her. In her heart, she knew Fraidy meant no harm, and he was just too pretty to get rid of; of course, the reason he was that pretty was because his mother and father were perfect purebred kittens...from the same parents. Herm. Misty had an incest-free alley-cat lineage and was proud of it.
Fraidy sighed, flicked his long tail's tip. "Okay, Menenifanee," he said meekly, his whole attitude so pitiful that Misty didn't have the heart to correct him this time.
"Good," she said soothingly, trying to make her ears perk up a bit more.
The cats parted ways with nothing else to discuss. The attack on Misty's human's new dog was set for dawn.
"April Rain"
She takes a step back but he follows, so much taller than she, so towering, so strong. And the wall's at her back, she can retreat no further, and he is so close she can feel his body heat, she can feel the air moving to adjust to the rise and fall of his breathing. He's an approaching storm, and she can smell it in the air.
His dark eyes flash and she gasps but forgets how to exhale. Is it fear or exhiliration that electricutes every cell in her body? "I want some answers." For all the danger flowing under his words, his voice is calm, smooth, even soft.
She tries to turn her cheek, shrug her shoulders, but he cups her face in his hand before she can look away. His skin is like a cat's tongue, hot and rough but gentle, careful. "Please." And the danger takes a backseat to soft desperation, lingeringly alarming still. "Let me know. Tell me what you're thinking."
She looks back at him, trying to lessen her awareness of his skin on her cheek, his body so close. His fingers play absently with a curl of hair at her ear. Finally she mutters, ashamed, "There is too much...I...There's... I don't want to break you any worse than you've been broken before, and I don't want you to hurt me any more than I've already been hurt. We're too burnt up for each other. We'll destroy each other and I can't bear that."
He listens to her, unmoving, a lion watching a rustle in the grass. She closes her eyes. She can't look into that ocean of intense sorrow. So when he takes her hand, keeping her face cupped motionless, she is unprepared and her eyes fly open.
He presses her palm to his chest, covering her fingers with his own. She can feel his heart pounding there like a springtime storm against a window, like he's got April rain and thunderstorms and lightning underneath his skin.
"Here's my heart," he murmurs. She is staring at their hands. "It's yours, only yours. It belongs to you, only you. To hold in your hands, to crumble to pieces, to break up and reform or destroy at your lightest whim. My heart is yours..."
He leans closer, his lips a butterfly flutter from hers, his April rainstorm slamming against her palm.
"...and your heart is mine."
(Prelude to 'Ember Heart,' perhaps? I'm not sure myself, ha ha.)
Awesome! 
