Complications
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Fox.
This was a pretty weird idea I got while taking my dog on a walk. I decided to expand on it, and well, here it is. Still short, but not as short as Envy…
If one happened to walk past Fox McCloud's bedroom door at this moment, you could expect to hear a few squeals, and giggles. In other words, happy sounds. The Star Fox team had gone out a routine patrol. Fox had seemed excited for some reason, but only another person knew why. The other two just scratched their chins and looked puzzled, which was exactly what they were.
Fox had had trouble concentrating on that patrol. He had marked a flaming, twisted piece of metal that was supposed to be a ship as okay, and ignored another one when it said it had run out of fuel. The vulpine was defiantly in his own little sphere known as a world. The others didn't notice. They never really had said anything, or really interacted with him on a mission, except to say, 'Help me Fox!'
They were none the wiser this time. Once the group had finished their patrol, Fox and Krystal boosted all the way back to their mothership, the Great Fox, overheating, and nearly igniting, their engines. Slippy had thrown a rather large wrench at Fox, which hit him straight in the head. Fox just turned around and smiled, like he was completely high.
After Falco, being unusually kind, had gotten him an icepack, the orange animal (and a blue one) retreated into his room, locked the door, and put a 'Do Not Disturb' sign around his door's round handle.
Now they were in their own little slice of heaven, making out. Fox crammed his lips into Krystal's again, just as his doorbell rang.
"I though I told you guys not to bother me!" Fox yelled, his moment ruined by the noise.
He twisted the knob and pulled back. There, in the doorway, stood a slim, sexy silhouette. However, she had a fist, and a rather angry expression on her face.
Fox's ears flattened back, and his sweat glands worked even harder then they had been a minute ago.
"Oh, uh, hi Fara…"
End