A/N: A drabble-ish idea I had one morning. I had to write it down as quickly as possible before it left my mind, and here's the finished product. It's a one-shot for now, but it MIGHT become something more (in more ways than one). WARNING: as soon as I get bored with something, I can't bring myself to write it any more, and with my A levels, it is unlikely that I'm going to add to this. I prefer one-shots for that reason.
Love game
Leela pulled out her scrunchie and shook her long, velvet, purple hair, and it cascaded down her shoulders. She took off her jacket and revealed her tank top, one strap of which had moved out of place, revealing her bra. Knowing she was alone, she didn't bother to correct it and continued to take off her arm-thingy.
And all the time, Fry stared, mouth agape, through Leela's apartment window.
Then Leela started to take off her top. Should he be watching her? How would she feel? What would be the consequences?
These thoughts didn't even occur to Fry as he watched her through the gap in the curtains.
Suddenly, her eyes met his. She smiled shyly at first; she walked sexily towards him, opened the curtains, leaned forward, opened a window. Then, suddenly-
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, YOU IDIOT?"
A huge boot came flying 'out of nowhere' and thumped Fry in the chin, sending him cartwheeling in the air, the fire from the jet-pack burning his buttocks as it malfunctioned. Then it switched off and Fry fell down, down, down...
… And he landed in a dumpster. He climbed out, a large hole in his pants, covered in trash and mud and corpses, but grinning broadly. He spat out a chicken bone and exclaimed:
"She smiled at me!"
The End.