I don't own Looney Tunes or Hubie and Bertie
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Characters: Hubie and Bertie
Hubie watched his boyfriend make funny faces in the little shard of mirror they had hung up on the wall of their hole. Hubie had found if lying by the trash can and he had brought it back. Bertie was just so happy his boyfriend had gotten him a gift and had spent all day looking at himself.
But it was betting late and Hubie was finding himself miss his boyfriend's company. That thought alone made the blue mouse blush in embarrassment. He usually wasn't the one to ask for affection. Bertie always gave him so much of it he never had to ask. Good thing for that too, because the blue mouse never was able to find a way without blushing and getting extremely embarrassed. Words never really came easily to him.
But seeing his boyfriend there, giggling and just being plain cute made him want to cuddle with him more than ever. "Eh... Boit..." Hubie began, causing Bertie to turn towards him, fingers at the corners of his mouth to make it wider than usual.
"'Eah, 'Ubie?" Bertie answered, his speech slightly muffled by the restrictions at his lips.
Hubie found himself averting his boyfriend's gaze, rubbing his forearm with his opposite hand. "Eh, its gettin' late and uh..." He swallowed. "I think you should start gettin' settled down..."
Bertie blinked at him. He removed his fingers from his mouth and placed them on his ears, pulling. He looked back at the mirror. "But I ain't doin' nothin' but jus' standin' 'ere, Hubie." His simple mind was obviously stopping him from understanding what his boyfriend really meant.
Hubie frowned at Bertie's own stupidity. "That ain't what I mean, stupid!" He had half a mind to go over there and slap him like he always did, but he thought he would give it a few before jumping to that.
"Well then whadda ya mean?" He giggled, still looking at his own reflection. "Ya mean like gettin' married and movin' in to a house and havin' kids and such. I don't think I want kids yet, Hubie. And we already live in such a nice hole! Gettin' married wouldn't be too bad though. I-"
Great. Now he was rambling. Hubie frowned more, getting up from their little matchbox bed and stalked over to his boyfriend. He was now rambling about what kinds of flowers he'd want at their wedding. Daisys. Huh. Shaking his head to rid himself of distractions, he picked up Bertie by his scruff and began to slap his face repeatedly, like he always did.
"Hey Hubie! What'd I do!? What'd I do!?" The brown mouse squeaked as his boyfriend ceased the abuse. He swallowed thickly as Hubie's face got closer to his, his scowl darkening.
"Shuddup, Boit," he hissed before pressing his lips to Bertie's. It was long and somewhere along all of it, Hubie lowered Bertie back to the floor and wrapped his stubby arms around his hips.
Bertie giggled more, blushing when the kiss was all done and over with. "Aw, gee, Hubie," he said, bashfully. "If ya wanted a kiss, ya coulda jus' said so!"
Hubie rubbed his face into the crook of Bertie's neck, nuzzling him. "You're much betta' at words then I am, Boit..."
Aw! His boyfriend was being so cute and shy! Bertie loved when he acted like that! And so the brown mouse gave Hubie's face and head lots of kisses, petting his sides and arms. "You're da bestest best boyfriend ever, Hubie!" Bertie cheered quietly between kisses. He than began peppering "I love you"'s along with the kisses.
The declarations of love and affection made Hubie sink farther into Bertie's fur, blushing harder and growing more embarrassed. "Yeah... You too, Boit..." he muttered, placing a few kissed on his boyfriend's neck and shoulder.
I'm sorry that I'm so gay