"Draw me like one of your French girls, Honey Buns." Snickered Jack, laying on the couch in Aster's living room, blue and white laptop balanced on his knees, swirling some chocolate milk in a glass like a wine taster, one hand behind his head with a pair of aviators Jamie had given him perched on his nose.
"Would be an insult to France." Chuckled Aster, looking up from his sketches. Jack had just come back from Europe, spreading snow and fun times, gaining a few little believers, and had returned with an arm full of preserved flowers in their own little ice cases, beautiful as the moment they were plucked, and kept them frozen in the Warren for him to capture on paper.
"Come on, my ass is FINE." Snickered Jack, grinning evilly. "After all, it's gotta be since you're the one pounding it through the mattress every night."
"Exactly." Countered the Pooka, sending a devilish smirk at the winter spirit. "Ya nullify the beauty of Paris, ya bloody drongo."
"Awe, what's next cotton tail? Roses and chick flicks?" teased Jack, hand over his heart. "I might just swoon!" Both got a good laugh out of that, both ignoring their projects for the time being.
"What are ya doing on that thing anyway?" asked Aster, nodding at the laptop.
"Oh, Sophie and Jamie got addicted to this new internet thing called Tumblr!" said Jack excitedly as he pushed the aviators down. "They said it's totally cool. Something about cries and feels."
"Humans." Jack nodded, and resumed typing. "What's Tumblr?"
"Blog site." Replied Jack. "I'm making an account."
"Blog?"
"You know, like Facebook, but for awesome people, not stalkers."
"Facebook?! Why the bloody hell would any dill want their face turned into a ruddy book?!" Jack laughed, unsure if the Pooka was serious or just trying to pull a funny. Then again, the Pooka WAS more of the naturalist type. Pretty much everything he owned or ate was in some way, shape or form organic. Damn, talking him into a mattress had been an uphill battle, but after a rather painful injury as a result of Aster's nest involving a stick mixed in the hay during a heated make out session quickly changed his tune.
"YOU need to get out of the Warren once and a while, Bun-Bun." Stated Jack, Aster sending him a glare. Jack ignored the look and resumed typing and finishing up his account details. Finally it was complete, and Jack took a sip of his chocolate milk. Suddenly a link labelled 'JackRabbit' caught his eye. Taking another sip of his milk, Jack clicked on the link. Aster jumped as a spray of chocolate milk hit him square in the back, the egg thankfully protected, as Jack fell off the couch with a VERY undignified squeal.
"What the bloody Hell was that for ya dill?!" huffed Aster, turning on Jack and sending his mate a glare. Jack was red in the face, half on the couch with his back and head on the floor, staring dumbly at the computer screen.
"Bunny!" choked Jack. "Look!" Aster peeked at the screen and his jaw dropped. There, on the screen was a fairly well drawn picture of him and Jack making out, the Pooka gently undressing Jack with one paw on the winter spirit's ass.
"What in the-"
"How do they KNOW?!" demanded Jack. "NOBODY knows!" Aster shrugged, at a loss for words. Neither had told about their relationship, wanting to avoid North's shovel talk and Tooth's fangirling. Suddenly Aster's eyes narrowed.
"Wait a tic." He said. "Click on the name thingy. At the bottom."
"You mean the source?"
"Just click it." Soon a bright green page showed up with a nature theme, filled with pictures of Bunny and Jack, as well as gardening tips.
"Knew it." huffed Aster. Jack looked at the name and gasped.
"Mother Nature ships us?!"
"And Tooth." Sighed Aster. "Bloody drongos." Jack looked at the page and slowly let a grin paint it.
"Oh Kangaroo~" cooed Jack. "Up for some good, technologically advanced trolling?"
"I don't follow."
"We can't beat them, so lets join them!" said Jack. "Tooth and Mother Nature obviously got on the band wagon with this, so lets beat them at their own game. You know, for shits and giggles." Bunny slowly processed the insinuation.
"Ya want me to-"
"Draw filthy fan art of us, I post on the interwebs with some escapades turned fan fiction, and we reap the awkward from them with a few well timed allusions." Snickered Jack.
"And if they catch us?" Jack giggled.
"That's the fun part." Chuckled Jack. "Risking getting caught just makes it more exciting." Jack grinned, hoping to sway the Pooka and appeal to his mischievous side. Sighing, Aster cracked his knuckles.
"The ladies won't know what hit em." Chuckled the Pooka, Jack smiling happily as he grabbed his sketch book. Jack shivered as the Pooka gave him a hungry look.
"What?" asked Jack teasingly.
"Pull it off, Frenchie." Purred Aster. "Ya want filthy, I need a good model." Jack snickered and pulled away his top, fingers traveling to his belt buckle.
Sweet MiM this was going o be fun.