Porn Battle V (the fifth dimension)
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But he’s been persistent (stubborn, irritating, legally-stalking-her, Leela says) and it turns out that’s kind of the same thing. Fry’s been in love with her since he met her, and other-Fry went to the past, and then came back and waited around for her to show up. Just rearranging the stars seems a little corny now.
This part isn’t corny. This is… chocolaty, or honey-covered, or something even better that tastes like Leela and sweetness and the stuff worth waiting for.
Somewhere up the bed, Leela squirms, and her hair comes undone and falls like some glorious purple octopus over the sheets. (Mental note: does Leela like poetry? Are octopuses romantic? Is octopuses a word?) Fry’s never been too good with this tongue thing (he’s had some bad reports), but maybe he could get better at that too. Practice makes perfect after all, and Leela’s totally worth learning new things for. He sucks and licks at her clit until she’s gone shivery underneath him. Fry pulls back. “Is that okay?”
Leela opens her eye, and looks down at him with the most beautiful expression he’s ever seen and says, “Fry. Get on with it. Idiot.”
She smiles then, a little, or at least her mouth turns up. Her hands are scrabbling at the sheets and he’s a little afraid she’s going to slap him, because that hurts, and he hasn’t done anything this time. Has he? Fry’s mind tracks over the past few hours: food, ‘All My Circuits’, beer with Bender, minor felony with Bender, avoiding work with Bender, sex with Leela. Nope, nothing unusual. Well, except for the sex with Leela, but he’s pretty sure she was the one who started that, so she really shouldn’t…
Now she’s growling, and not in the sexy way, definitely in the about-to-punch him way. Oh. Ohhhh.
“So I should…” he says.
“Fry.”
“Right. So, um, like before, or was there anything I was missing, because I’m not actually… and I want to get this right, you know, because…?”
“Fry, I swear to God, if you don’t stop talking and get back to what you were doing, I’m going to…”
“Okay!”
Leela sighs, and the excited-angry expressions fades away when she sits up on her elbows to look at him. “Fry. We’re going to do this again.”
He can’t help it - it’s reflex. “Right now?”
“Well, we haven’t done it once yet, so let’s try not to get carried away. Just…” They’re both crouching on the bed now, and Fry’s pretty sure he’s killed the mood, but she leans across the gap and kisses him. “You’re very sweet. An idiot, but sweet.” Leela palms his dick, which he seems to have forgotten in all the excitement. She says, “You’ve been waiting a while, huh?”
“Well… yeah.”
“Don’t over think.” Fry waits for the joke that doesn’t come. Leela smiles at him. “We’ve got time, Fry.”
“Okay.”
“So hurry up and fuck me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Leela, it turns out, isn’t patient at all. He’s okay with that.
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