Fic: The Kissing Monkeys (Ned/Chuck)
Title: The Kissing Monkeys
Rating: PG
Summary: The Piemaker had not envied many people in his life. People would could touch the dead without reanimating their corpses, surely. All of the people who had touched Charlotte Charles before (and, in some cases, since) him, without question.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pushing Daisies. At all. I wish but alas...
Author's Note: For hkath, who's comment and Pushing Daisies love-fest inspired this rather silly fic.
The Piemaker had not envied many people in his life. People would could touch the dead without reanimating their corpses, surely. All of the people who had touched Charlotte Charles before (and, in some cases, since) him, without question.
To envy a person was natural. Something that happened, depending upon the nature of the person, either seldomly or often in life. But to envy an object was simply outrageous. Unheard of. Odd.
And yet, the Piemaker did envy an object. A monkey, made of solid gold, to be specific. It could touch Charlotte Charles in way that he never could without losing her forever. It now sat at her bedside and she glanced at it and smiled every night before she went to sleep. The Piemaker knew. He watched it happen, the turned away quickly when she faced him.
They had exchanged monkeys that night. He had the one that she had held. She had the one that he had held. The Piemaker did not know which he envied more, hers or his. It was both of them, he decided. The one that captivated her attention, and the one that she had touched.
The Piemaker found himself dreaming at night that they, himself and Charlotte Charles, were the monkeys. And that they could touch as they had the night on the bench in front of the Piemaker’s restaurant. That they could kiss as they had that night. That they could stand close to one another without worry.
He often woke from those dreams feeling mightily embarrassed, both that he envied a monkey made entirely of gold and that he had not moments before been dreaming that he was a monkey made entirely of gold.
And yet, when the Piemaker turned over onto his side and saw Charlotte Charles sleeping in the bed across the room from his, he thought to himself that being a monkey made entirely of solid gold might not, indeed, be so bad at all. If it allowed him to, at long last, touch Charlotte Charles.
Rating: PG
Summary: The Piemaker had not envied many people in his life. People would could touch the dead without reanimating their corpses, surely. All of the people who had touched Charlotte Charles before (and, in some cases, since) him, without question.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pushing Daisies. At all. I wish but alas...
Author's Note: For hkath, who's comment and Pushing Daisies love-fest inspired this rather silly fic.
The Piemaker had not envied many people in his life. People would could touch the dead without reanimating their corpses, surely. All of the people who had touched Charlotte Charles before (and, in some cases, since) him, without question.
To envy a person was natural. Something that happened, depending upon the nature of the person, either seldomly or often in life. But to envy an object was simply outrageous. Unheard of. Odd.
And yet, the Piemaker did envy an object. A monkey, made of solid gold, to be specific. It could touch Charlotte Charles in way that he never could without losing her forever. It now sat at her bedside and she glanced at it and smiled every night before she went to sleep. The Piemaker knew. He watched it happen, the turned away quickly when she faced him.
They had exchanged monkeys that night. He had the one that she had held. She had the one that he had held. The Piemaker did not know which he envied more, hers or his. It was both of them, he decided. The one that captivated her attention, and the one that she had touched.
The Piemaker found himself dreaming at night that they, himself and Charlotte Charles, were the monkeys. And that they could touch as they had the night on the bench in front of the Piemaker’s restaurant. That they could kiss as they had that night. That they could stand close to one another without worry.
He often woke from those dreams feeling mightily embarrassed, both that he envied a monkey made entirely of gold and that he had not moments before been dreaming that he was a monkey made entirely of gold.
And yet, when the Piemaker turned over onto his side and saw Charlotte Charles sleeping in the bed across the room from his, he thought to himself that being a monkey made entirely of solid gold might not, indeed, be so bad at all. If it allowed him to, at long last, touch Charlotte Charles.