DISCLAIMER: No infringement of copyright is intended. You know the drill, anyone appearing on or mentioned on BtVS are ME's.
RATING: T
PAIRING: Mr. Gordo/Feigenbaum
SUMMARY: A chance encounter brings about new realizations.
WARNINGS and or SPOILERS: None
Cramped Quarters
by Eris © 2004 — All rights reserved.
We were never even properly introduced before we were crammed together and whisked away in the dark.
From what I saw of him, he looked funny, all big ears and glasses, and he sounded even funnier, but then again, so did that stick girl he was with.
It's all right though since we don't really talk much. We don't actually get the chance to, because we are on the move. We know this as the fierce jostling makes our bodies come together occasionally.
At first, it's an endless, awkward stream of, "I'm sorry's," and, "pardon me's," and attempts at backing away to make space for one another, to avoid the unintentional contact. However, when it becomes more frequent, unavoidable, it all changes and we don't apologize or shift away anymore. The jarring stirs unexpected feelings in us both as we rub against one another in seemingly all the right spots. This is something I'm unaccustomed to, but find I kinda like it and strangely, crave more.
All at once, he removes his glasses and kisses me. Before we know it, we are a heated tangle of arms and legs and mouths roaming in complete darkness, touching, feeling, enjoying one another's company in an unbelievable manner I never knew before.
When it is over, I can't believe the way I feel inside, all fuzzy and pink. He is exceptional and I have to know. So I ask, "Feigenbaum, can all stuffed bunnies do that with their ears?"
He nibbles on my cheek and pulls me close replying, "Should it matter Gordo, as long as I can?" Then runs those long ears gently down my tummy once more, making me squeal with delight.
I guess not, since I've never met any other stuffed bunnies before today, and it doesn't look like we're getting out of this damn bag any time soon.