Opening the den up carefully, she sighed as she stepped inside. She was so unsure now. So torn. Bast she hated this. Why did he have to screw around? Her mind briefly flitted to what it might be like if things were still normal; she may be laying in his arms, talking about everything and nothing and being very happy all the same. That seemed so nice right now, what she'd give to have it back. . .
"You came home." Tugger looked up as she walked in. She gave an exasperated sigh.
"What are you doing with my box?" She asked through her teeth, kneeling down beside him and snatching the object out of his paws. He looked sheepish and shook his head.
"Looking for my comb. It's missing so I thought maybe-"
"I don't have your comb." She said shortly, shutting the box loudly and putting it back into its proper place behind the mirror. While she was leaned over him, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly against his body.
"Hey! Let go of me-"
"No, it's my turn to be short. You're ticking me off and this has always been the only way to make you sit still." He grunted as she struggled against him, but only succeeded in getting more of her limbs trapped as she tried to wrench free. Staring at her pitiful reflection in the mirror, her expression turned sour and she frowned.
"Okay. I'll listen." Bomba muttered in defeat, and Tugger nodded as he released her, watching her rub at her wrists and shoot him a dirty look.
"Yeah, sorry about that." He gingerly reached out to touch her, but she swatted him away. "I really am sorry. C'mon, stop being such a crab." Growling at him, Bomba shook her head.
"I can't forgive you over this, as I said. This is just. . . an all time low for you." They stared silently at each other for a moment, and for some reason Tugger thought this was an ideal time to make a move. He leaned in to kiss her, and her reaction was to slap him across the face. He looked at her with his mouth agape in disbelief, rubbing his stinging cheek.
"You. . . you hit me."
"Yes, because I don't want you touching me." She continued scowling at him, shaking her head. "I'm angry at you, can't you tell? Or are you thicker than I thought?"
Tugger looked hurt.
Oh Heaviside.
Not that face.
She was so weak against that face.
"Look, I'm not in the mood." She added shakily, backing away a little on her paws as he pursued, a look on his face that meant only one thing. She wanted to break it off! She didn't want to. . . to. . .
It was an unfair battle when he knew all her weak points! He nibbled and nipped devilishly at her neck; she shuddered and whimpered, reaching up to run her fingers through his mane before catching herself. No, she couldn't do this. Breathing heavily, she shoved him away and stood, trembling.
"I-I said no." Her voice had no force behind it. Tugger sensed it, and it didn't help matters. What didn't turn him on?
"Come on Bomba," he purred softly, standing and walking towards her, pulling her into his warm embrace. She loved it but. . . but no, no. She couldn't, she hated him. But maybe she could. . . enjoy him one last time? She'd hate herself later, she decided in her mind, meeting her lips to his with a note of urgency. He dragged her down to his level, he made her want this. She'd tell herself that to keep the guilt away from her roaming paws for now. Bast she hated him. She hated how he was manipulating her, even as he kissed along her jaw line and lowered her to the bed. She hated him, but you know what they say. . .
'The sex is so much better when you're mad at me.'
A/N: Yup, 'Get Stoned' I think is the name of the song. I blame my best friend for getting the song stuck in my head, it decided to take part in the fic, as have many other songs.
