Sketchy or Not so Sketchy

It was a typical night. Mike playing hard to get, closing the doors just as the robots got there, and leaving them frustrated and annoyed. Freddy and Chica decided to just forfeit the whole "get into the office" plan for that night, and they went their respective ways, Foxy went to his cove, and Bonnie decided to just take a stroll through the building to calm her nerves.

She walked her usual route around the Dining Area, Backstage, and West Hall. Then she went to the Pirate Cove. Yes, Foxy was there, yes, he was a little sketchy (okay, maybe really sketchy), but she needed a change of scenery. Besides as long as she kept her distance from the curtains, she should be okay.

She could never be more wrong.

As she passed the curtains she felt an arm wrap around her neck, pulling her close to someone's body. The arm pulled her closer when she tried to pull away.

"There you are, Bonnie lass. It seems to me you be taking a stroll this evening. Am I right?" A voice not unlike a pirate's drawled in her ear.

"What do you think?" Bonnie replied, struggling to get out of his hold. Foxy only pulled her in closer, purposefully tilting his arm so that his hook caught in what little light there was. Bonnie shivered.

"Now, now, sweet lass, we can't have you escapin', now can we?" He trailed his left free hand down her side, giving her rear end a squeeze. She screamed in response.

"Oh, please don't scream. I don't want t' have t' gag you." Bonnie gasped in response. Whimpering, she tried once again to free herself from the fox's grip, while he chuckled darkly at her attempts.

"Foxy… please. Let me go. Please" Bonnie begged, her nervousness coming out in her voice. She trembled while Foxy came up with a response.

"Oh, but Bonnie, I'm lonely this evenin'. Besides, I've been longin' for your company lately. Perhaps a bit of, quality time. " He stroked her cheek. She pulled away. Foxy then pulled her close using his free arm, and brought his hook close to her face. She pushed herself back into him, trying to get away from it. Foxy laughed menacingly.

"Oh, Bonnie me love, I don't want t' have t' use this this evenin'. Please don't make me." He chuckled again as her breathing began to get more rapid. In one swift motion, he pulled her behind the curtain, throwing her on the floor.

She rolled onto her back, and stood up. Having already ducked through the curtain, Foxy was admiring Bonnie as a millionaire would admire a bag of cash. Smiling, he chuckled darkly and started to walk towards the bunny.

Bonnie backed up rapidly, her back bumping up against the ship. As she tried to walk around it, Foxy hit the side of the boat with his hook, the end digging into the wood. Bonnie jumped back against the boat, breathing heavily; looking at Foxy with fear in her eyes, as the pirate closed what little distance was between them. Bonnie began whimpering.

"Hush, me darlin'. There's no reason t' be afraid. We just got off on a wrong foot, that's all, a little while aft" Foxy stroked her cheek, and Bonnie recoiled from his touch. Foxy sighed as if his feelings were hurt. He placed his free hand on the boat, resting beside Bonnie's head.

"Look love, thar be somethin' I have been meanin' t' tell you for a long while. A few years after we began performin', I started…" the pirate paused, collecting himself, "I started havin' feelin's for you. I wanted t' be with you, on stage, but I was stuck t' performin' in t' Cove." Bonnie could not believe what she was hearing. Foxy had…a crush on her? After all this time? She sighed as she remembered. Foxy watching her as they performed, applauding when they finished, especially after a difficult guitar piece. How it was always her that he harassed, taunted, teased. She looked at him, tears starting to come to her eyes.

"Foxy, I…" Bonnie began, too overwhelmed with revelation that she was at a loss for words.

"What, me love?" Noticing her tears, Foxy gently brushed them away with his finger.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Bonnie asked, her breathing started to hitch. Foxy felt crushed seeing Bonnie like this. He gently pulled her into a hug, one that she gladly accepted. He gently stroked her back, keeping his hook out of sight, as she started to sob into his shoulder.

"Because it seemed t' me that Freddy had feelin's for you as well, and word travels smartly through this place. If he had found out, he would have ruined me beyond repair." This only caused Bonnie to cry harder. He rubbed her back a few more times before he pulled her out of the hug. Her tears of oil left dark stains running down her face. Foxy grabbed a cloth from a nearby cargo box and wiped them off. Bonnie looked away in embarrassment. Foxy gently tilted her face back, studying her beautiful eyes, her delicate face.

"There be somethin' I want your permission for, " Foxy said quietly. Bonnie looked at him, patiently waiting. She had a feeling she knew what Foxy was going to say, but she wasn't so sure.

"May I kiss you?" Bonnie was stunned. She thought he was merely going to ask if he could see her more. But this was…not what she expected.

"I…" Bonnie didn't get a chance to finish her sentence because Foxy's lips were on hers.

Surprisingly, Foxy was gentle, he didn't rush the kiss, didn't force it, just gently placed his lips on hers. Then he pulled back, waiting for a response. When he didn't get one, he kissed her again, same as the first one, gentle and unrushed. Only this time, Bonnie kissed him back.

At first it caught Foxy off guard. He pulled back a little, and then went in again. A little bit more vigorous, he slid his tongue into her mouth, opening her lips, allowing for a fuller kiss. This one lasted longer than the first two, and when Foxy pulled away, Bonnie gasped, her breath stolen by the kiss. Foxy wrapped his left arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him, and kissed her again. Over the next few minutes their kisses escalated. Foxy kissed Bonnie deeply, their tongues dancing to their own unique beat. He pushed her against the boat, her body flush against his, pinned between metal and wood. She wrapped her arms around his neck, as he slid his hand from her waist to her butt. This time she welcomed the gesture.

After a few minutes, Foxy pulled back. Bonnie, not wanting it to end, went in for another kiss, which Foxy returned. But this was only a small peck on the lips, as Foxy had other plans in mind. Instead of her lips, he kissed her cheeks, her jaw, her neck. Bonnie moaned weakly, for she was out of breath. As Foxy kissed her, she realized how much she had wanted this. To be alone with Foxy, feeling his lips on hers, his hand on her body. But ever since '87, she had kept her distance, fearful that what the other animatronics said was true.

Now Foxy had started kissing her collarbone, just beneath the bowtie. He'd always liked that bowtie. It gave Bonnie a classy, and admittedly, sexy look. When he began kissing her chest, he stopped, and looking up at her, chuckled darkly. Before, Bonnie would have shivered at the sound, but now it made her clench in a way she'd never felt before. She moaned slightly and leaned her head back against the boat. Foxy laughed a quick and quiet laugh, and went back to kissing Bonnie's chest, savoring the moans that floated down to meet his ears. Slowly, surely, the kisses began trailing lower, Foxy kissing every inch of Bonnie's chest. He was in the middle of her stomach, almost to her groin, when…

"Hey Bonnie!" Foxy's head shot up at the sound, and Bonnie gasped.

"Oh no", she whispered. "Chica". Foxy straightened, and pulled Bonnie into a hug, kissing her forehead.

"Shhh." he quieted.

"Foxy…" she whimpered.

"Shhh, "it's alstarboard lass. You don't have t' go with her if you don't want to." Bonnie whimpered again.

"But, Foxy if I don't, she will find Freddy, and then look for us…" she whispered frantically. Foxy sighed.

"So be it. You should go with Chica," Bonnie sighed sadly, her shoulders drooping. Foxy gently placed his hook under her chin and lifted her head to look at her.

"You can always come see me tomorrow, if you wish." Bonnie's face lit up.

"Can I," she asked excitedly.

"Of course me darlin', whenever you like." Bonnie hugged him tightly, whispering 'thank you' into Foxy's shoulder. Chuckling, he lifted her head once more.

"Until tomorrow," he whispered lowering his head just to her lips, "me beautiful Bonnie lass." With that he kissed her deeply one last time, allowing their tongues to dance one last little dance, allowing their bodies to merge once more. And one last time, Bonnie was breathless from just one little kiss.

"Now go, before she comes in here and sees us like this," Foxy urged. Reluctantly, Bonnie left the dark, mysterious safety of the Cove. Parting the curtains, she stepped outside.

"Bonnie! Why the hell were you in the Pirate Cove," Chica exploded.

"Its'…" Bonnie began. "It's difficult to explain." Bonnie replied, shaking her head, walking towards the kitchen. Confused, Chica began looking from Bonnie, to the Cove, back to Bonnie, and back again. She began following Bonnie back to the kitchen. There was a little something missing, a little something Bonnie wasn't telling her, and sure as Freddy was singing tomorrow, she was going to find out.

Meanwhile, Bonnie shivered. Not with cold, not with fear, but with excitement.

She now had a reason to go to Pirate Cove.