Title: Kiss, Kiss

Summary: A series of Flippy x Flaky one-shots. All humanized, unless mentioned otherwise. Happy Tree Friends belongs to Mondo Media.

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First: Photobooth

It was standing there unobtrusively tucked away at the corner of the street with the cinema (her idea), hand in hand (his condition) – a small, white-washed booth proclaiming instant photographs of unbeatable quality (suitable for passport use!) at a very reasonable price.

He was going to walk past it, focusing on getting to their cinema on time for the show – and secretly enjoying her face heating up as they walked along the street together, when he felt her hand tighten ever so slightly in his. He turned to gauge her face and, as expected, it was glowing red – matching her hair, and her eyes were refusing to meet his gaze. He smiled gently.

"You want to take some pictures?"

Instantly, her head shot up, cheeks furiously red and she nodded fervently.

"Can we?" she almost squeaked, her fingers tightening around his as she tiptoed to look searchingly into his eyes. Flippy marveled inwardly; he had never known the "Puppy Dog Eyes" maneuver to be so effective.

Hiding a grin, he checked his watch in a seemingly apprehensive manner. "I don't want us to be late – "

Flaky grabbed his hand and pulled him closer, shaking her head nervously. "Oh no, no, no, no! We won't be late! I know that you don't like it – please, just for a few minutes…?" She pleaded, biting her lower lip. He hesitated, just for that one more second.

"If we go now, we'll still be in time!" she squeaked urgently. "Besides," her voice lowered to a whisper, "I wanted to commemorate this…"

Bending down, he leaned in and put his other hand on top of hers gently. "Of course."

Her smile brightened up the whole street and she almost dragged him bodily into the booth. As they both tumbled not too gently into the tight space, his army beret was swept aside onto the floor. Apologizing furiously, she bent over to pick it up – giving him a lovely view of her long white legs, dusting it thoroughly before passing back to him.

Already squashed onto the only chair by her movement – there wasn't anywhere else to go; he took it with a grateful smile and then slyly pulled her onto his lap. She squeaked and her face grew even redder, if that was even possible. With a mischievous grin, he latched his arms around her waist and nuzzled close to her warm neck.

"Flippy! I – "

"Sssh, it's starting."

Squeaking again in surprise, she turned to face the camera and smiled, as much as she could with Flippy practically draped around her shoulders. The camera flashed once before a sharp, tinny voice counted down to the next shot. Quickly, she pushed herself off his lap and ran behind him, flashing another grin just as the second flash popped. Taken completely by surprise at her speed, Flippy was caught off guard by the pop.

"I wasn't – "

"You have to be faster, Flippy!"

They had another tiny mishap when she accidentally pushed his beret off again while changing positions before Flippy decided that he had enough. He had just enough time to push the beret onto her head – a more secure position since she was the one moving around, before the camera popped again.

Caught again by surprise, Flippy blinked owlishly for a few seconds. Flaky collapsed into giggles.

"Flippy! Pay attention!" she murmured into his ear as she moved again in preparation for another shot. Flippy decided that that was it.

When she flitted past him once more to change her pose, he grabbed her waist and pulled her down to face him – even as the increasingly annoying tinny voice counted down the seconds.

Her face was gloriously pink with exertion, a pleasant change from the usual glowing red blush of embarrassment. Seeing her panting slightly with excitement, he narrowed his eyes and grinned widely, watching as her breath hitched in surprise.

"Flippy…?" her voice quavered as she fought back a surge of fear – she had just remembered who else she was currently trapped in a small crowded space with. Her arms rose automatically to push him away should he press closer.

"So now that we're all alone…" he growled, caressing her face gently.

Flaky forgot everything else when his lips met hers.

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Comments: First HTF fanfiction – first time publishing again in 3847329842 years, first time everything whatever. Haha – comments are love! Please be gentle! Most of these might be inspired by pictures on zerochan. They are so much love!

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