Sorry:
Kowalski grabbed Private´s hand and pulled him out, slamming the door shut. Skipper sighed and looked at Rico. Rico smiled sheepishly. "Sorry?"
Lonely:
Skipper rolled over in his bed and caressed the empty place next to him. A lonesome tear tried to roll out, but the tough officer wiped it away quickly. Then the soft smell of fruit and beauty products rose from the pillow and tickled his senses. Skipper closed his eyes in defeat as he hugged the pillow, tears trickling down.
Fashion:
The others always saw Kowalski´s messed hair and random clothes as messy. But when his arctic-blue eyes scanned the slim body, Private never found one color out of place.
Reverse:
Blowhole rolled his eyes as he watched his lover rush around the house, picking up things, cleaning madly and muttering equations to himself. "Kowalski." "45x576 is 25920 divided by 3 is-" "Kowalski!" "Not now. The half of 4 is 1. No, 2!" Kowalski flashed past Blowhole, only to be caught in the other´s strong arms. "Kowalski, take a break. You´ve been like this for the last two weeks." "But-but!" "Relax!" The mad scientist pulled his sputtering boyfriend onto his lap. "You know, most of the time it´s reversed. I always have to tell you that." Blowhole grinned, brushing his lips against the other´s. "So leave the worrying to me. At least you still have some of your sanity."
Flowers:
Mort´s face shone as he gave the exploding beauty to the one he loved the most, who took it gratefully. "You like it?" He asked shyly. Skipper smiled down at his little friend. "Of course I like it. They´re beautiful, just like you."
Glasses:
Kowalski gave the others a worried glance, before trying on his new glasses. Rico bursted out laughing while Private said "They, um, look good…on you, Kowalski….." Skipper just took one look and said "They´re cute." Since then Kowalski never took them off.
Honey:
Julian licked the spoon of honey. Kowalski looked up from his clipboard. "You know you shouldn't eat that much. You´ll get a stomachache." Julian shrugged as he dipped the spoon back into the gold pot. Kowalski went back to work as he said, "When do you ever listen to me?" He suddenly was greeted with a sweet kiss that was full of honey. The king entered his tongue into the other´s mouth, giving Kowalski a good taste of his earlier dessert.
Gravity:
Mort was flying! He was like a bird, high up in the air. He was defying gravity! Taller than Julian who was holding him, laughing with the boy.
Scared:
Skipper rounded the corner, almost bumping into Alice. "Hello, cutie." She said, smiling toothy. "Uh, hi." Skipper backed up as Alice came closer."I just wanted to ask you if there was anything on your agenda, besides being sexy of course." She giggled. Alice had trapped him between the wall and herself. Skipper swallowed hard. "I-I´m free." "Great. Would you like to come over? I have a whole book about 100 different ways to make-out." The leader found himself say: "S-sure. I´ll be there at eight." Alice grinned. "Awesome. See you then, my sweetie-pie." Skipper nodded. It took him a while till his legs started working again. They carried him in a record home. Skipper slammed the door shut and locked it three times. "That woman scares the heck out of me."
Blood:
"Blowhole!" Skipper raced over to the fallen genius. "Are you okay? Speak to me!" "Does ´ow´count?" Skipper sighed in relief. "I thought I lost you." The doctor tried to move. His lover instantly spotted the red liquid running from under Blowhole´s body. "You´re hurt!" Skipper rolled the other over. "No it´s just cherries. Why do you have cherries in your pocket?" "Rico said that the seeds are easy to shoot. So I thought…" Skipper scowled. "You so scared me. I thought you were wounded."
Her´s:
She was quite a sight. She knew that. Her mascara was mixing with her tears. She couldn´t help it. One moment she was singing on stage and everything was alright. Then he walked in, with a brown-haired girl. "Marlene." He said, his voice filled with love. Kitka looked up. "He was supposed to be mine." She whispered.