There were many young lovers in Happy Tree Town, but none seemed to be as innocent as Flippy and Flaky. They were intimate without being sexual, and seemed to be very happy with their relationship as it was then. They were happy with just being with each other, and that was something many singles in the town craved. But what everyone around them didn't know was that they lusted after each other more than they felt was possible. Their bodies ached for the touch of the other, but they were each terrified of either hurting the other or being hurt.

Take the current moment for example, Flaky was barely able to keep up with their conversation as images and moments of a naked Flippy moving and grunting over her. Flippy, the one talking, couldn't help but to undress and lay Flaky down in his own mind, yet he was able to censor what he was saying so nothing too bad would slip out. Even after two years, every date was getting more and more tense and frustrating, especially when they'd had their chances before, but their fear took over any other instinct they had.

As they ate and talked to each other about basically nothing, others couldn't help but notice the sweat lining their hairlines and the constant shifting and movement of their legs as their arms twitched and fought to stay in place. The way they spoke was normal, and nothing in that sense seemed to be out of place or odd, but their body language was making it obvious that they were holding themselves back from tackling each other across their booth and just going at it on the table to get it over with, but, again, they were terrified.

After a while, they finished their dinners and paid the check, and Flaky walked Flippy home, since his house was closer to the restaurant they had been at. Flippy looked at the time on his watch, and asked Flaky if she wanted to come inside for a bit. Seeing this as normal since she'd been in his home alone with him before (and she mentally kicked herself for all the times she had been alone with him and she hadn't taken the opportunity to become physical), so she agreed to and walked inside. She sat down on his couch, and he sat on his chair, and they sat in silence for a little bit before Flippy snapped his fingers loudly, jolting Flaky out of another fantasy.

"I forgot, I have this movie I just got that I was wanting to show you!" he exclaimed, proud of himself for remembering then so he wouldn't have to sit and dwell on his desires. "It's really funny, I know you'll like it."

Flaky smiled and nodded, watching him take out the movie from its case and putting the DVD into the player. As he moved around, she couldn't help but to study him, watching his muscles through his shirt, which was no longer covered by his typical army jacket. His dog tags bounced off of his pectorals every now and then, and she could just imagine his shirt ripping right in half at the pressure. Then she looked at his back, and she started drooling. She could see all of the movement, and the results of every work out he still did. Those workouts seemed to be the only good thing that came out of his military time.

"Flaky, are you okay?" Flippy asked, waving his hand in front of her face. "Why are you drooling?"

Flaky blushed and wiped her mouth, attempting to grin and take back her embarrassment. "Ah, it's...u-um...I'm ju-just a little tired, is all..."

"Oh, well, then we don't have to watch the movie," Flippy said. "I can take you home if you want."

Flaky's eyes widened slightly and she shook her head wildly. "No, no, no, I'm fine, you don't need to do that. Let's just...uh..." she cleared her throat. "Let's just watch the movie." She gave him a pitiable and barely passable attempt at a smile, but he took it.

He pressed play on the movie's menu screen and the film started. It had its introduction, its real beginning, and it began to have the main characters meet each other and begin to date. Flaky, forgetting her overwhelming lust for a moment, looked over at Flippy. He was very interested in the movie, looking just seconds away from pressing his nose to the screen. She smirked, finding his behavior amusing, and leaned back onto the couch to pay attention to the movie.

She had to admit, it was pretty good, and really funny. Her stomach hurt a bit from laughing so much, and she was trying to keep the remaining giggles in so she could hear everything. Then, just as the main characters stopped right in front of the main girl's home and she gave her date that look, the one that was so infamous in movies like this, Flaky knew what was going to happen and she felt a pit of dread sink in her heart as her lust spiked up again.

"Do you...wanna come up?" the woman said, her eyelids drooping ever-so-slightly.

"Sure," the man replied, his smile lazy.

Oh god, please, no... Flaky thought, unsure of how she was going to be able to handle this.

She moved her gaze to Flippy, who was holding the remote and stabbing a button with his thumb frantically, trying to keep his posture still.

"I think...I think the batteries died!" he said, his voice squeaking like he was a teen again. "Hang on, I'll find some more!"

He ran out of the room just as the main boy had the girl pressed against a wall with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as they kissed passionately. Flaky blushed and wished that she could look away, but she found herself unable to. It was as though they were living out every fantasy she wanted to live with Flippy, and she was the perverted spectator.

Just then, Flippy ran back into the room, flopping onto the couch and clicking the button again. He cursed out loud and started to get back up to look for more batteries, but Flaky grabbed his shirt hem. He looked at her, about to ask before she looked up at him, staring him deep in the eyes, her irises glittering with a mixture of nervousness, excitement, and lust. Without uttering a single word, she pulled him beside her, and she clumsily got into his lap, her nervousness numbing up her limbs.

As the couple on the screen got going to their business and their moans filled the air, Flaky took off her large sweater. She was wearing a tank top underneath, and a bra beneath that, but she still felt exposed. A blush painted her cheeks and she thought about taking her recent actions back and just forgetting this ever happened, but she knew she couldn't. She couldn't take it back, and even if she could, she knew she couldn't forget. It was all or nothing now, and she wanted all.

"Should we move this to the um...the..." she started, her throat clogging up from her anxiety.

"The bedroom?" Flippy offered, swallowing hard and biting his lower lip.

He had never seen her this undressed, even if she was still practically covered. He was holding himself back to the point of trembling, which Flaky could feel. She nodded, and he picked her up gingerly, keeping her in front of him with her legs around his waist. She held him tightly and mimicked the movie as best as she could, trying to make their time at least as half as good as it looked in the movie.

As they stumbled into the bedroom, they could both feel their minds spinning as the door was firmly shut.

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