This is merith's fault
... because she made me think of erotic horror and fluffy tentaclesex at the same time and that naturally turned into fluffy erotic horror tentaclesex in my head. Because my head is a weird place like that.
Remember that Pookie loves you.
"What the hell is it doing?"
Heero looked down over the top of his book at the wiggling lump that was slowly creeping its way across the bedroom floor. It was a rather staid Saturday night, one decidedly unmarked by any exotic sexual forays, mostly because both he and Duo had been working long hours at Preventers the whole week, and partly because Duo refused to believe the heavy-duty eye screws Heero had painstakingly set into the ceiling would carry his weight, even though the stud finder has beeped and flashed and Heero was sure the sex swing would stay in place. It was a pity, since Heero really liked the sex swing, but Duo had glared, and now they just had an interesting conversation piece hanging from their bedroom ceiling instead.
"I think Pookie's trying to play!" Duo said with a bit of excitement in his voice, setting aside the budgeting report he'd been perusing before bed (Duo proclaimed it better at getting him to sleep than a handful of tranquilizers).
Heero just snorted, bringing his book up again but keeping one eye on it as it heaved its way up onto the bed.
"It's being a nuisance. I just did the laundry and now I'm going to have to wash that whole load again since it crawled all over the basket."
Duo just shushed him with one hand, watching it with a proud and curious smile. Kind of like the one you'd give a puppy that learned to not pee on the floor. It had raided the laundry basket of its own accord, and emerged swathed in one of Duo's black scarves and some red socks on the ends of its tentacles. It paused at the foot of the bed, scrunching up for a moment before stretching out like a big lump of tar, its tentacles hovering above it in a menacing manner. Well, as menacing as red-sock-covered-pina-colada-smelling tentacles could be at any rate.
"Oh! I see. I think Pookie is trying to scare us."
"It's not Halloween."
"Heero! We should be accepting of Pookie and encourage his creative endeavors! Pookie's just trying to help spice up our sex life!"
"... but.... but I'm tired. And I have a headache."
Duo glared.
Heero sighed and put his book on the nightstand after folding over the corner of one page. Then he looked at it, its tentacles still in the air, but somewhat drooping from having to hold the position.
"Oh, what a terrible and frightening monster," Heero said in a flat tone.
Duo beamed. "We can't escape it! Whatever shall we do?"
And Pookie puffed up with pride and began its menacing advance.
Remember that Pookie loves you.
"What the hell is it doing?"
Heero looked down over the top of his book at the wiggling lump that was slowly creeping its way across the bedroom floor. It was a rather staid Saturday night, one decidedly unmarked by any exotic sexual forays, mostly because both he and Duo had been working long hours at Preventers the whole week, and partly because Duo refused to believe the heavy-duty eye screws Heero had painstakingly set into the ceiling would carry his weight, even though the stud finder has beeped and flashed and Heero was sure the sex swing would stay in place. It was a pity, since Heero really liked the sex swing, but Duo had glared, and now they just had an interesting conversation piece hanging from their bedroom ceiling instead.
"I think Pookie's trying to play!" Duo said with a bit of excitement in his voice, setting aside the budgeting report he'd been perusing before bed (Duo proclaimed it better at getting him to sleep than a handful of tranquilizers).
Heero just snorted, bringing his book up again but keeping one eye on it as it heaved its way up onto the bed.
"It's being a nuisance. I just did the laundry and now I'm going to have to wash that whole load again since it crawled all over the basket."
Duo just shushed him with one hand, watching it with a proud and curious smile. Kind of like the one you'd give a puppy that learned to not pee on the floor. It had raided the laundry basket of its own accord, and emerged swathed in one of Duo's black scarves and some red socks on the ends of its tentacles. It paused at the foot of the bed, scrunching up for a moment before stretching out like a big lump of tar, its tentacles hovering above it in a menacing manner. Well, as menacing as red-sock-covered-pina-colada-smelling tentacles could be at any rate.
"Oh! I see. I think Pookie is trying to scare us."
"It's not Halloween."
"Heero! We should be accepting of Pookie and encourage his creative endeavors! Pookie's just trying to help spice up our sex life!"
"... but.... but I'm tired. And I have a headache."
Duo glared.
Heero sighed and put his book on the nightstand after folding over the corner of one page. Then he looked at it, its tentacles still in the air, but somewhat drooping from having to hold the position.
"Oh, what a terrible and frightening monster," Heero said in a flat tone.
Duo beamed. "We can't escape it! Whatever shall we do?"
And Pookie puffed up with pride and began its menacing advance.