fic: Cuddle Rabies
Title: Cuddle Rabies
Author: darthbatgirl
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Characters: Lian, Chris, Kon/Roy/Tim
Summary: Chris learns about Cuddle Rabies.
Word Count: 531
Warnings: fluff,
A/N: uses the prompt snuggle from my Kon/Roy/Tim table.
“What'cha doing Chris?” Lian asked as she sat down behind him on the floor.
“Shhhhhh,” Chris whispered as he turned around from his position from looking around the corner of the hallway into the living room. “I'm practicing my spying.”
“Cool,” Lian whispered back, “Who are you spying on?”
“Conner, Uncle Tim, and Uncle Roy, but they're not doing anything.”
Lian leaned over Chris' shoulder and looked into the living room. Kon, Roy, and Tim were all snuggled together on the couch, with Tim sandwiched between them. Tim's head was on Roy's chest, Roy absently ran his fingers through Tim's hair, and Kon laid on top of Tim, wrapping his arms around them both. “ . . .Oh., they got the Cuddle Rabies again.” Lian said as she moved back down the hall.
“Cuddle what?” Chris whispered back, note quite wanting to give up his spying yet.
“Cuddle Rabies,” Lian said as she headed back to her bedroom. “It's a grown up thing.”
“Nu-uh,” Chris said as he got up and followed after Lian - they really weren't doing anything at all.
“It is too,” Lian said with an air of authority. “Sometimes grown-ups just have to have snuggle time and they get really really grouchy if they don't get it. It's called Cuddle Rabies.”
Chris flopped on Lian's bed as she went to her desk and got her paints out. “That sounds so made up,” he said wrinkling up his nose.
“Uncle Tim told me!” Lian snapped as she whirled around to look at her friend. “Are you saying Uncle Tim made something up?!”
“I didn't say that!” Chris said sitting up straight with eyes wide and looking toward the door as if Tim was going to storm in and yell at Chris for calling him a liar. “It's just . . . I just never heard of it before. Didn't say anything about Uncle Tim making stuff up.”
Lian rolled her eyes and remembered not to say how dumb boys could be. Daddy grounded her for a week the last time Lian had said that.
“So how long does it last? Do they have to get shots?” Chris asked after he was certain Tim wasn't going to be coming in.
Lian shrugged and turned back to her paints, “It depends, sometimes it's only for a little while, though one time it lasted a whole afternoon. I left with Mia in the morning to go shopping and they were still like that when we got back. They don't need shots, but they kiss a lot.”
“Ewwwww, kissing is gross,” Chris declared as he scrunched up his face.
Lian nodded in agreement, “Do you want to paint?” Lian offered, thinking Chris might need something to distract him from the rabies.
“Sure,” Chris said. Lian scooted over and Chris pulled up another chair. For a while the two busied themselves with the paints, when Chris looked up with a look of alarm. “Hey will we get Cuddle Rabies when we grow up?”
“Nah they got vitamins for that.”