Fic: Back in the Kitchen (Ted/Booster, zombies, pie)
So, groaty wrote Ted/Booster/lemon meringue pie commentspam, and then realised that she'd forgotten to include zombies. And, well, we can't have that. So!
Title: Back in the Kitchen
Author: Apathy
Warnings: Zombie porn commentspam featuring goo-laden baked goods.
Notes: This is a sequel to the zombie porn I wrote awhile back. Just when you thought it was safe....
Booster flops down into the beanbag, exhausted. Looking after his newly-zombified best friend can be tiring, to put it mildly.
Not that he blames Ted. It's not Ted's fault that Booster brought him back with sex zombie pollen, rather than regular Happy Funtime Resurrection Pollen (TM). It's not Ted's fault that he's now a little brain-fixated. It's not Ted's fault that his left foot rotted off almost a week ago, leaving him with a rather ungainly limp.
Something smells disturbingly like smoke. Booster pries one eyelid open, to see Ted in the doorway, pie in hand. It's a little burnt, and possibly there's a grey, undead finger sticking out from the crust, but... it's pie.
Ted's devotion knows no bounds, and so Booster can ignore his friend's cold, dead touch, can ignore the rotstink (or at least pretend not to notice too much). He opens his arms invitingly, and Ted shambles over, stumbling and falling into Booster's lap.
The pie lands on Booster's face, leaving a trail of meringue as it squelches its inexorable gravity-aided way to the floor. Ted tentatively licks it off, tongue uncertain and possibly slightly loose. The beanbag makes a squeak of protest beneath them, and Booster sighs contentedly as Ted manoeuvres his way down. Yep, things are pretty sweet.
When life gives you lemons, have piesex.
... I've just realised that this bears a disturbing resemblance to poisonivory's Zombie JLI fic. Zombie Ted is extremely generous with his food, it would seem. Or possibly I'm just highly unoriginal. One of the two.
Title: Back in the Kitchen
Author: Apathy
Warnings: Zombie porn commentspam featuring goo-laden baked goods.
Notes: This is a sequel to the zombie porn I wrote awhile back. Just when you thought it was safe....
Booster flops down into the beanbag, exhausted. Looking after his newly-zombified best friend can be tiring, to put it mildly.
Not that he blames Ted. It's not Ted's fault that Booster brought him back with sex zombie pollen, rather than regular Happy Funtime Resurrection Pollen (TM). It's not Ted's fault that he's now a little brain-fixated. It's not Ted's fault that his left foot rotted off almost a week ago, leaving him with a rather ungainly limp.
Something smells disturbingly like smoke. Booster pries one eyelid open, to see Ted in the doorway, pie in hand. It's a little burnt, and possibly there's a grey, undead finger sticking out from the crust, but... it's pie.
Ted's devotion knows no bounds, and so Booster can ignore his friend's cold, dead touch, can ignore the rotstink (or at least pretend not to notice too much). He opens his arms invitingly, and Ted shambles over, stumbling and falling into Booster's lap.
The pie lands on Booster's face, leaving a trail of meringue as it squelches its inexorable gravity-aided way to the floor. Ted tentatively licks it off, tongue uncertain and possibly slightly loose. The beanbag makes a squeak of protest beneath them, and Booster sighs contentedly as Ted manoeuvres his way down. Yep, things are pretty sweet.
When life gives you lemons, have piesex.
... I've just realised that this bears a disturbing resemblance to poisonivory's Zombie JLI fic. Zombie Ted is extremely generous with his food, it would seem. Or possibly I'm just highly unoriginal. One of the two.