Disclaimer: I don't own the Wiggles. I don't own Sifl n` Olly, or their creator, Liam Lynch. I own Rene, but that's only because she's one of my alter-egos.
Notes: I wrote this around Easter, last year, after consuming four packages of pink Peeps (The pink one's are always softer- it's very odd.) while watching the skit in the Job episode where Murray tried to kiss Jeff, over, and over, and over.
Pairing: Murray/Jeff
Peep
"Peep...."
Murray looked up, and blinked a few times.
~The hell...?~ he thought. He looked around slowly.
Anthony was in the kitchen, eating a bowel of spaggetti. Greg was cutting out pictures in magazines. Jeff was sitting on the floor, brushing his hair. None of them seemed to have heard anything.
Murray relaxed back into the alarm clock chair. He looked around for a moment longer, out of the corner of his eye, then focused his attention back on his guitar.
"Peep."
Murray sat up agein, and looked around. Once again, no one else had noticed. He was a touch suspicious this time, and remained alert as he settled back, and looked at his guitar.
"Peep!"
Murray sat up straight, and swung around, glaring deliberatly around the room. This time, he had definatly heard something.
"Did you guys hear that?" he asked.
The others looked at him oddly.
"Hear what?" Anthony asked.
"I didn't hear anything." Greg said.
Jeff batted his eyelashes innocently, and didn't speak.
Murray stared at them, then settled back into his chair. None of them had heard it. He knew he'd heard something. But what? The closest he could come was Olly's hampster impression on that one episode of Sifl n` Olly.
He glared hard at his guitar.
"Peep!!"
"That's it!" Murray cried, springing from his chair. "I know I heard something. What the hell was that?"
"I dunno." Anthony said. "I heard it, this time, though. But what did it sound like?"
"Olly being a hampster." Greg replied, as he continued cutting Liam Lynch out of the copy of Spin their cousin Rene had mailed him.
"I know that!" Murray said. He leaned his guitar ageinst the arm of the chair, and stood up.
"Peep!!"
"Bloody hell, there it was agein!" the red Wiggle cried, falling back into his chair. Greg and Anthony blinked a few times, obviously bemused.
This all proved to be to much for Jeff, as he dropped his brush, and doubled over, laughing so hard it seemed difficult to breath.
After a moment, Murray slowly rose, and walked over to him. He dropped to the floor. "What's so funny?" he asked, wearily.
Jeff slowly managed to pull himself back together. With one last giggle, he said, "Peep!"
The other three stared blankly at him, as he burst into a fresh bought of laughter.
"Shut up." Anthony said, turning back to his pasta.
Greg shook his head slowly, and went back to his picture.
Murray stared at him. He reached out, and lay his hand on Jeffs chest. The purple Wiggle became all but silent, with only a few stray giggles.
Murray leaned over, so close Jeff could felt his warm breath on his face. "Shut up." he whispered.
"Make me." Jeff replied, just as quietly.
Greg's ears twitched, as he paused in his cutting to listen.
"Okay." Murray said, oblivious to their new audience. "Okay, I will." He captured Jeffs lips in a tender kiss.
There was no more Peeping for a very long time.
THE END
Notes: I wrote this around Easter, last year, after consuming four packages of pink Peeps (The pink one's are always softer- it's very odd.) while watching the skit in the Job episode where Murray tried to kiss Jeff, over, and over, and over.
Pairing: Murray/Jeff
Peep
"Peep...."
Murray looked up, and blinked a few times.
~The hell...?~ he thought. He looked around slowly.
Anthony was in the kitchen, eating a bowel of spaggetti. Greg was cutting out pictures in magazines. Jeff was sitting on the floor, brushing his hair. None of them seemed to have heard anything.
Murray relaxed back into the alarm clock chair. He looked around for a moment longer, out of the corner of his eye, then focused his attention back on his guitar.
"Peep."
Murray sat up agein, and looked around. Once again, no one else had noticed. He was a touch suspicious this time, and remained alert as he settled back, and looked at his guitar.
"Peep!"
Murray sat up straight, and swung around, glaring deliberatly around the room. This time, he had definatly heard something.
"Did you guys hear that?" he asked.
The others looked at him oddly.
"Hear what?" Anthony asked.
"I didn't hear anything." Greg said.
Jeff batted his eyelashes innocently, and didn't speak.
Murray stared at them, then settled back into his chair. None of them had heard it. He knew he'd heard something. But what? The closest he could come was Olly's hampster impression on that one episode of Sifl n` Olly.
He glared hard at his guitar.
"Peep!!"
"That's it!" Murray cried, springing from his chair. "I know I heard something. What the hell was that?"
"I dunno." Anthony said. "I heard it, this time, though. But what did it sound like?"
"Olly being a hampster." Greg replied, as he continued cutting Liam Lynch out of the copy of Spin their cousin Rene had mailed him.
"I know that!" Murray said. He leaned his guitar ageinst the arm of the chair, and stood up.
"Peep!!"
"Bloody hell, there it was agein!" the red Wiggle cried, falling back into his chair. Greg and Anthony blinked a few times, obviously bemused.
This all proved to be to much for Jeff, as he dropped his brush, and doubled over, laughing so hard it seemed difficult to breath.
After a moment, Murray slowly rose, and walked over to him. He dropped to the floor. "What's so funny?" he asked, wearily.
Jeff slowly managed to pull himself back together. With one last giggle, he said, "Peep!"
The other three stared blankly at him, as he burst into a fresh bought of laughter.
"Shut up." Anthony said, turning back to his pasta.
Greg shook his head slowly, and went back to his picture.
Murray stared at him. He reached out, and lay his hand on Jeffs chest. The purple Wiggle became all but silent, with only a few stray giggles.
Murray leaned over, so close Jeff could felt his warm breath on his face. "Shut up." he whispered.
"Make me." Jeff replied, just as quietly.
Greg's ears twitched, as he paused in his cutting to listen.
"Okay." Murray said, oblivious to their new audience. "Okay, I will." He captured Jeffs lips in a tender kiss.
There was no more Peeping for a very long time.
THE END