Title: Sloppy Wet Footsteps.
Author: Sakura Sango
Disclaimer: I don't own, nor do I claim to. All copyrighted material belongs to the original owners!
Rating: G
Summary: It all started when Rin had explained in her perfect Fangirl logic about how to awaken the sleeping prince. Now poor Jaken was stuck with the horrible task.
A/n: Blame Yo for this one, she's the one that challenged me to the drabble (Snape/Jaken- "The frog kissed his prince.")
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The room was dimly lit with a candles, the light flickering and sending shadows dancing on the walls. Wet, sloppy footsteps slapped against the rough tiles as the small frog demon looked around the dark room; shuddering he gripped onto the pole of his staff tightly as he shook his head.
"You have to be freaking kidding me." Jaken whined as he glanced around the dark, damp, dreary room. "Why would my master make me do…THIS of all things!?"
There had been a rumor of a powerful prince that knew magic- powerful enough magic to send any and all foes running with their tails planted firmly between their legs. The prince's enemies- who, according to the legend, were nothing more than a bunch of teenagers, which led the frog to wonder just how powerful this prince was- had placed the man into a deep sleep.
A deep sleep that Jaken had been placed in charge of waking the man from, because according to Rin- the brat that always would be attached to Sesshomaru's hip- if a princess kissing a frog let the frog turn into a prince it made PERFECT sense that a frog kissing a prince would awaken the prince. A piece of logic that was lost on Jaken, and when Rin attempted to explain the 'Theorem of Fangirl Logic' the frog tossed up his thin, green, slimy arms into the air demanding that it was nothing more than an overdose of sugar.
His master however was inclined to believe the girl over him when she added along with that crackpot Theorem plenty of proof in the forms of…very….disturbing….drawn books. And so the frog was sent off to go find the prince. And to…
"GROSS!" Jaken screamed, his voice echoing off of the walls. Before him, hands clasped daintily on his chest was the sleeping prince. His long, lanky body was draped in a black cloth, heeled black boots draped off of the stone table.
Slowly the sloppy, wet steps slowed as the frog demon stared at the man before him. "Perhaps if I burn him to a crisp," Jaken mulled for a millisecond before shaking the thought from his mind. He would be toad stew if he even thought of hurting the prince.
Letting go of his only lifeline, Jaken allowed the two headed staff to fall to the ground, clattering loudly in hopes of scaring the sleeping man awake. "Damn," he muttered under his breath at the failed attempt, no matter how stupid an attempt it was.
Muttering darkly under his breath, cursing his luck and wishing for the annoying pesky girl to drown in her strangely drawn picture books, Jaken jumped up onto the table and stared down at the sleeping man's face.
Just how the hell was he supposed to do this? Leaning down he gave a quick peck to a cold cheek. Shuddering he stepped back waiting to see if it had worked. And he waited….
And waited….
And waited…
Sighing he shook his head, half knowing it would not be that simple to awaken the sleeping magician. Taking a deep steadying breath, Jaken leaned down as he fell onto his amphibious knees, webbed hands holding onto the cold man's cheeks as he leaned down his dry lips pressing against the chilled lips. For an added measure he added a tongue to the passionate kiss, hoping this would awaken the man.
The man under him stirred before opening his eyes….and screamed loudly at the frog that was currently Frenching him.