Doggy Kisses and Scary Spiders written by Ponchygirl and Erincoffeeaddict
Ponch sat in the briefing room, staring straight forward. Getraer was talking still. It felt like he had been going on and on.
"When will he ever finish?" Ponch asked quietly to himself, but apparently it wasn't quiet enough. Getraer heard him.
"Poncherello, I was almost finished, but now that you said that. I think I'll find something else to say," Getraer said. Using that tone of voice he always used when he was starting to get annoyed with Ponch. Ponch got this innocent expression on his face.
"I didn't say a word, Sarge," he said. His brown eyes showing fear of Getraer going on and on again.
"Sure you didn't," Getraer replied. Ponch smiled sweetly, trying to act normal, and not get in trouble. Getraer just let it go. He finished briefing a few minutes later. Ponch was first to hop up from his seat. He looked over at Jon, who was still sitting there.
"Hey, partner what's up?" Ponch asked.
"Just thinking," Jon replied.
"About what?" Ponch asked, while trying to read over Jon's shoulder. To see what he was writing down. He saw something about Jon's apartment getting painted, his eyes got wide with excitement.
"Hey, Jon you can move in with me for a few days until the place is dry," Ponch said.
"Hopefully it won't take that long," Jon said somewhat playfully. Ponch made a face at him,
"It isn't that bad," Ponch said. Jon smiled,
"I know, I just wanted to see your reaction," he said. While getting up, and patting Ponch on the shoulder. Jon walked past Ponch. Ponch turned excitedly, and followed Jon.
"Does that mean your gonna do it?" he asked his eyes wide with eagerness. He couldn't wait for Jon to reply, and he was starting to get impatient already. Jon was making him wait a little longer to see how long he could make Ponch wait before he became irritated. Finally when Jon thought Ponch couldn't take it anymore, he put a hand on his shoulder, and looked Ponch straight in the eyes.
"I'll be there around six ish," he said. Ponch got excited he hugged Jon. That was what he always did when he got excited.
"I can't wait," he said.
Meanwhile….
It was early one morning and Jon was in the kitchen making some coffee. The dog was wandering around the place, looking for something to do. Soon she took notice of Ponch who was still asleep in his bed; laying on his stomach with his bare feet sticking out of the blanket. The dog ran over and put her paws up on the bed, trying to wake up man by licking his face. Ponch mumbled a few protests in his sleep and shooed her away.
Then the dog noticed Ponch's exposed bare feet. She excitedly ran over to them and began to sniff at his toes, causing them to wiggle and twitch. Soon Ponch was grinning and giggling in his sleep. His ticklishness pleased the dog and it spurred her on. She began licking the soles of his feet, causing him to laugh hysterically. He quickly pulled his feet away, but the Rottweiler wasn't ready to give him a break yet.
She jumped up on the bed and sat over the two tan feet to hold them down. Then she started to lick them all over. Her wet tongue dragged across his bare soles, as she enjoyed the taste of his feet and the sound of his laughter.
"JON! STOP!" Ponch squealed. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! QUIT TICKLING ME!"
With that, he woke up quickly and sat up; expecting to see his rascally partner but instead saw a playful Rottweiler. His eyes widened as the dog turned around and stared him in the eye, giving him an innocent, puppy-dog look.
Then she began licking his feet again with renewed vigor. Ponch fell back and burst into laughter all over again. He tried to pull his feet away but her weight on his ankles prevented that.
Jon came in to see what was going on. He smiled wryly.
"NOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA LEAVE MY FEET ALONE!" Ponch howled as he thrashed and writhed. He called to Jon for help.
"Aww, but Ponch," Jon teased him. "She thinks your toes taste so yummy."
"GAH! SHADDUP! HEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEE!"
This scene was too funny not to laugh at, and Jon cracked up. He knew Ponch would probably be furious at him for not helping, but it was a chance he was willing to take. In fact, this opportunity was too tempting to pass up. Jon couldn't resist. He walked over to Ponch's trapped feet and started tickling them.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOOOOOOOOO! HEEEHEHEEHHEHEEHEEHHEHEEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!"
Ponch finally managed to get his legs free, and he jumped off the bed and started running away, half-crazed from the tickling. But his feet got tangled up in some sheets on the floor, causing him to trip and fall.
Jon couldn't stop laughing. Ponch looked up and growled at him as he used the sheets to dry off his saliva-drenched feet.
