I don't own Toy Story or it's characters.
"W-Woody! St-stop! I-I c-cant br-breath!" Jessie said laughing and gasping for air at the same time.
Woody did stop ticking her, but he still had his hands on her bare stomach.
Woody was lying across the sofa with Jessie sprawled on top of him.
"What's this talk about revenge of boyfriend? You're not my boyfriend yet," Jessie said.
"Yet? I get a yet!" Woody said happily.
Jessie realized she let more of her true feelings for Woody slip out.
"When do I get to be your boyfriend?"
"Get your hands off my stomach," Jessie said avoiding the question.
"Nope," Woody said interlocking his figures. "Not until you tell me where my car keys are."
"I hid them in my bedroom. And you wouldn't search a lady's bedroom would you?"
"Not without a warrant."
"And you don't have one do you?"
"No. You really are serious about me staying over till it's safe to drive."
"Yep, you're my prisoner. Deal with it."
"Guess I'd better call one of the guys so they won't be worried," Woody said with sigh getting his cell phone out of his other coat pocket and speed dialed Buzz . "Hey Buzz…Jessie took my car keys and hide them and she'd forcing me to stay over…No really she's actually sitting on me."
"Give me the phone," Jessie told him. Woody handed it to her.
"Buzz, it's Jessie…I'm not letting Woody drive in this weather…I can handle him…Look his staying here and don't you even think about driving here to get him…Ok bye Buzz. Say goodbye to Buzz Woody," Jessie said holding out the phone.
"Bye Buzz!" Woody said before Jessie hung up the phone. "Speaking of being able to handle me, I'm a little insulted that you thought I'd force myself on you."
"Well you are very persistent."
"Yeah, but I'd never be that persistent. Calling me an animal in heat, " Woody said insulted.
"Good to know and I didn't call you an animal in heat. I said you were acting like one. I still can't believe you were actually going to drive out in that blizzard! You guys can be so stupid sometimes!"
That remark brought on another tickle attack from Woody. "Revenge of the soon to be boyfriend!" he yelled as Jessie laughed.
Later that night Woody and Jessie were both getting tired. Jessie had hoped Woody would just fall asleep on the sofa like he had the other times, but it wasn't happening.
"Guess it's time we turn in," Jessie said getting up and trying to sound clam and not nervous.
"Yeah," Woody said not sure what to do next.
Jessie went into the bathroom and came out a few seconds later.
"Here," she said handing Woody an unopened toothbrush and clean paper cup.
"Just what I always wanted," Woody said taking them.
"Why don't you just go and get ready for bed and I'll make up the sofa for you," Jessie told him.
"The sofa? I have to sleep on the sofa?" Woody asked dismayed.
"Of course where else would you sleep?"
"Well I thought that maybe…" he trialed off looking at her bedroom door.
"Oh no! No, no, no!" Jessie said her hands on her hips.
"No Jess, I just don't want to sleep on the sofa."
"Why? You've slept on it before."
"Not because I wanted too, I always wake up with a backache."
"Well your only other option is the bathtub."
"And the sofa is staring to look better even if I will be freezing while you'll be in your nice warm bed."
"Don't act like a creep Woody, or I wont go out with you tomorrow."
"Jess," Woody called some time later from the bathroom.
"Yeah," Jessie called back.
"I'm coming out in my undershirt and boxer shorts so you can ether go in your room or…"
"It ain't anything I haven't seen before."
"What!" Woody said coming out of the bathroom.
"Relax," Jessie said as she was making up the sofa. "My father has a habit of walking around the house in just an under shirt and boxers shorts. It was so embarrassing bringing friends home," she told him straightening up.
Woody stood in front of her, wearing a white t-shirt, boxer shorts, and socks. Jessie raised an eyebrow.
"The least you could do is blush," Woody said folding his arms.
"You have horse shoes on your boxer shorts," Jessie said slowly. "What are they your lucky shorts?" she asked him amused.
"No, my mother bought them for me," Woody said setting down and putting a pillow on his lap to hide the embarrassing boxer shorts.
"Your mother still buys your underwear?" Jessie said laughing a little.
"She has this fear that I'll never do laundry and run out of clean underwear, so every week she sends a care package of new boxer shorts."
"My mom's afraid I'll run out of money and become a professional escort, so she sends me money every week."
"Why would she think that?"
"She saw one of those true crime shows about this murdered collage student who ended up being killed by someone she was professionally escorting for extra money," Jessie told him walking towards the bathroom.
"I think I saw that one," Woody said.
Later when Jessie came out of the bathroom, she was wearing a pair of yellow flannel pajamas and a camisole underneath for extra modesty.
"I gave you two pillows and two blankets," Jessie told him. "So you should have everything you need."
'No I don't,' Woody said silently. 'I don't have you and need you.' Out loud he said. "Yeah I'll be fine. I just hope I don't roll over in my sleep."
"Well goodnight," Jessie said awkwardly.
"Aren't you going to tuck me in and kiss me goodnight?" Woody pouted.
"Who do you think I am? Your mother?" Jessie said hands on her hips.
"No chance of that happing."
"Well I think you're old enough to tuck yourself in," Jessie told him.
"What about the goodnight kiss?"
"I guess I can mange that," Jessie said kissing him on the forehead.
Jessie was trying to sleep, but Woody's words about the sofa giving him a backache and him freezing kept on running through her head. 'And if falls off the sofa in his sleep I'll never hear the end of it.'
Woody tried to get comfortable, he tried to sleep on his back, and he tried to sleep on his stomach, but it just wasn't working.
'I wonder if Jess would mind if I turn on the TV?' Woody thought sitting up.
Jessie heard the sound of TV canned laughter and sighed. 'I hope what I'm about to do isn't going to backfire on me,' she thought getting up.
The TV gave off enough faint light for Jessie to see in the darkened living room. Out of the corner of his eye Woody saw Jessie walk past the sofa and head straight to the window.
"Did the TV wake you?" Woody asked getting up and walking towards her.
"No," Jessie said looking out the window. "Look at that. It's completely white out. I can't even tell where the sidewalk ends and the street begins."
Woody now behind her, arms wrapped around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder, looked out the window too.
"It's some storm alright. I guess I'm glad I didn't drive in that."
"You guess?"
"Ok, ok I'm glad I didn't drive in that. Happy?"
"Very."
They stayed like that for some time watching the falling snow.
"You wont try anything?" Jessie asked knowing what his answer would be, but needing to hear it.
"I wont," he told her softly meaning it.
"Ok," Jessie said.
Grabbing the extra pillows and blankets and turning the TV off Woody and Jessie went into her bedroom. Jessie started to get into the left side of bed.
"Jessie," Woody said. "That's my side of the bed."
"Oh and who have you been sharing a bed with?" Jessie asked him clearly jealous.
"Relax," Woody said echoing Jessie's earlier statement. "When ever my little brother had a bad dream he would come into my room and ask to bunk with me and he always slept on the right side of the bed and I on left. I love it when you're jealous."
"I wasn't jealous," Jessie said getting into the right side of the bed.
"Yes you were," Woody said placing his arm around Jessie's shoulder. "Why you don't you just admit that you like me the way I like you?"
"I'm not admitting anything, I'm only letting you sleep in here is for your body heat," Jessie said resting her head on Woody's shoulder and snuggling against him. In response Woody rubbed her arm with his free hand. "And the only reason I keep you around is because you're good for my self-esteem."
"Like when I tell you that you're beautiful and that you're everything I've ever wanted in a girlfriend and more," Woody told her softly cupping her face with his free hand he went to kiss her, but Jessie placed her hand to his lips.
"No," she said softly. "Don't kiss here, not when we're you know like this."
Woody kissed her fingertips in understanding. She was right, he might not be able to control himself if he kissed her while they were sharing a bed.
"We have to have boundaries Woody," Jessie told him. "So lets just be really good friends for tonight."
"Ok," Woody said as began to remove his arms from her.
"Who cuddle," Jessie added breaking the tension.
A/N And so ends chapter two, I guess this will be a three chapter fic. Human Woody and Jessie are fun to write. A/N