(Deleted Scene From Chapter 6)

Okay, I wanted to do a bath scene between Fliqpy and Flaky in chapter 6, but I felt like maybe it was already going too long already. But after some debate and asking a friend, I decided to do a deleted scene between them. I hope I do this good, because I honestly have no clue what adults do when they bathe together…

Egggh!

Anyway, here's your fanservice, ugh, ahem, I mean, deleted chapter!

Flaky had never really taken a bath with her husband, with EITHER of them. There was one time when she was sparring with Fliqpy about his PDA (Public Display of Affection) back when they were just boyfriend and girlfriend, and she said to him: "What's next, you're gonna ask to take a bath with me?!"

She remembered stopping dead in her tracks after saying that. She knew how smug and sly Fliqpy was and giving him an idea wasn't typically a good thing. Ah, the sneaky and cocky expression that graced his face that day…

"Do you wanna take a bath together?~" he had asked.

Flaky's face had turned so dark pink she may have very well been Giggles' mom, Gigi, at that point! She bawled her fists and threw a throw pillow from the couch at him just for that remark! At least then the name "throw pillow" made sense!

And now here she was, about to strip from her clothes, or at least the rest of them, and get into a bathtub with Fliqpy. She always pictured she'd do this with Flippy first, because that's how it normally worked, right? Well, maybe there are some things in their lives that wouldn't follow that pattern. And THIS just HAD to be one of them, didn't it?!

Fliqpy took off his leather gloves with the spike knuckles and felt the water as it spilled out of the faucet. It was pleasantly warm, the perfect temperature for soaking in and washing the oil out of Flaky's quills. Speaking of which…

The former killer looked back at his wife who was averting eye contact and holding her arms with a burning blush on her pretty face. He stood up straight and approached her, causing her to look up.

"You know, we don't have to take this bath together. You can just take it on your own, babe." Fliqpy said.

He had to talk a little loudly so Flaky could hear him over the running water, but there was a clear tenderness in his voice.

"No, it's fine. Just… don't look at me while I strip." Flaky assured him.

She fluffed his chest floof a little before stepping back. She waited for him to turn around, and when he did, she started to remove her orange shorts. She didn't mind him seeing her naked, but she also didn't want him staring at her while she stripped out of her clothes. Staring made her anxiety kick in and she didn't want that.

She turned around and threw her shorts by the door and reached behind her back to get the zipper of her bra. After that was thrown too, she turned back around. But when she saw Fliqpy had slightly turned his body to look at her, she shrieked and covered her chest with her arms.

"EEK! You said you wouldn't stare, you pervert!"

"Pervert?" Fliqpy asked before shaking his head with closed eyes. "Flaky don't you get it?"

Flaky opened one eye after hearing the water shut off. There was a deafening sense of silence afterwards, like there always is whenever the water turns off. Flaky felt the same way after a loud fan or air conditioner shut off, too.

(A/N: We all know this feeling, don't lie.)

Fliqpy slowly strode over to his wife in red, who was starting to turn pink, actually. He leaned down towards her slightly and placed his thumb on her bottom lip while his curled up index finger cradled her chin. His thumb traced her bottom lip in a soft pattern, it was almost like he was trying to open her mouth up and look inside.

"I can't help being this way, especially around you. You do things to me, things that make me lose control. And when you keep secrets from me…"

He paused for a moment to trail his hands up to her quills where the oil was starting to crust. Yet, he still fiddled with them, trying to find the sensitive parts. She knew he was doing this to emphasize the secret keeping she did from him all this time they were together. But was he mad about it?

"You… worry me. I often feel like you're still scared of me, dear. But you're not, right?"

Flaky breathed slowly in and out and stared up at Fliqpy with big eyes. She shook her head in pure honesty and closed her lips, Fliqpy retracted his hands from her and smiled. He seemed happy again, which was good, because none of his friends liked seeing him sad or upset. And Flaky especially didn't like when he was sad and upset.

Fliqpy walked towards the tub and removed his dark green tank top. Flaky blushed and admired his features. His back was sturdy and the arm muscles were definitely something she liked seeing. His body was like eye candy, and his hair was perfect swoon material, she could see why so many girls would ask him (well, ask Flippy) if they could touch it. Her eyes then drifted to his mom jeans being held up by his belt. She found it cute how he wore those, even now, when he knew what they were. He claimed that as long as they were comfortable, he didn't care.

She heard his belt buckle jingle and his pants dropped to the floor. He remained only in his red boxers now. Flaky's pupils dilated and her blush snuck up on her when she realized she was staring, and she quickly covered her eyes and turned around. She heard fabric rustle and then it dropped to the floor.

All it took was the sound of water moving and she looked again. Fliqpy was in the bath, his arm resting on the side of the tub and his head slightly laid back. The pleasant temperature of the water felt good on his fur and skin and the steam from the bath was calming.

Flaky sighed and decided to stop delaying the inevitable. She dropped her underwear to her ankles, kicked them to the side and headed into the bath as well. She was a little ways away from her husband with her back turned to him. The pleasant temperature of the warm water was relaxing to her as well.

After about a minute sitting like this, Flaky heard movement in the water behind her, startling her. But she untensed a little when she felt familiar hands grab her mammaries, and pull her back. She made tiny, quizzical squeaking noises as she pulled into the embrace of her husband. Fliqpy snuggled his head into her neck, placing several kisses on her neck and shoulders. Flaky moaned in pleasure and placed her hands over his.

"You're so tense, honey…" he whispered sensually.

His hot breath trailed down her neck and back, giving the porcupine goosebumps on her arms.

Flaky sighed again and leaned back against her husband. She closed her eyes halfway and purred in affection as Fliqpy massaged her breasts lovingly. He squeezed them gently and traced circles around her buds, even twisted them once or twice, making Flaky gasp.

She knew she said "no funny stuff" before they came in here, but this was just too good of a feeling to scold him for.

So, instead, she decided to say something else.

"Fliqpy?" the red beauty began.

"Hm?" he replied back.

"I'm… I'm s-sorry I kept the secret about my quills from you. I was just s-scared of what you might do to me if you found out."

Fliqpy was silent for a while before answering.

"I understand. I guess maybe I can get a little, heh, carried away with you. But, like I said before, sometimes I just can't help it. You do shit to me, hon. Shit like… This."

He suddenly sat her up and turned her around, placing his wet palms on her face. Wasting no time for any further explanation, he kissed her. A special kiss only he and Flippy could both give her, full of passion and love. Flaky moaned from the back of her throat as he body was then dipped into the water, only her face above the surface. Fliqpy soon added his tongue in, making Flaky moan even more. It was almost too much for her to handle, and it even felt suffocating at this point! When the kiss broke, Flaky brought her head up out of the water again and panted for breath.

"Well, that's one way to get your hair wet." Fliqpy joked, stroking her cheek with his palm.

Flaky nodded and let out one last sigh. She reached for the bottle of shampoo so she could wash the oil out of her quills, but it was over by Fliqpy's arm, and when he saw her reaching over, he took it as an opportunity to go for more.

He gave her a kiss that lasted for about five seconds.

"Ah… no, no, no, I wasn't aiming for a kiss, I just need this." Flaky explained.

She showed the bottle of shampoo and started pouring it into her hand, Fliqpy's ears lowered in embarrassment.

Flaky rubbed the sweet smelling shampoo in her quills, being careful not to prick herself or pull too hard. If she pulled in the wrong place or pulled too hard, it would hurt her. Fliqpy watched as his wife so carefully put the shampoo in her hair-like quills. She clearly had practice on precise washing techniques.

"Um, I need the… the shower head to rinse my hair." Flaky said.

It was behind her and she'd need to stand up and turn around to get it, but then he'd have a perfect view of everything behind her, and she didn't want that.

"I'll get it for you," Fliqpy offered.

Before Flaky could object, he already stood up and reached for the detachable shower head. Flaky exclaimed and blushed, covering her face with her palms to keep herself from staring. That didn't last long when she heard him sit back down again, making the water move back and forth slightly.

"Here, lemme help you, Flaky." the green bear said.

Flaky uncovered her face and stared at her husband for a moment. Then she nodded and turned her back him, turning the faucet on and switching the shower head on. The water streams hit her quills and caused more shivers to go down her spine at the soothing temperature of the water. She sighed and let Fliqpy do his work. He brushed his hands through her scarlet locks, making sure to get the shampoo out and tame her hair-like quills.

"I'll do the top ones now, okay?" Fliqpy murmured.

Flaky made a small noise, telling him she was ready. She closed her eyes to avoid getting shampoo in her eyes and when she felt the water and soap run down her face, she automatically scrunched her face up. Nevertheless, she sat still and allowed Fliqpy to groom and clean her mess of quills.

Once her hair was free of soap, she turned off the shower head and stood up to put it back. But then she remembered… Ever so slightly, she glanced behind her and sure enough, the bear behind her was loving the view of her back and behind. She glared at him and sat back down with a curt blush. Fliqpy raised one of his brows and squinted the other, a smarmy expression gracing his face.

"I would like very much to touch that nice ass of yours, Flakes." he growled.

Flaky made an unimpressed face at him and swiftly smacked her palm across the water, splashing him in the face. His floofy bangs covered his eyes and water dripped from them, Fliqpy dragged his palm upwards, brushing them out of his face. He sniggered, quite adorably, Flaky admitted.

"Totally worth it," he added.

Flaky simply rolled her eyes. What WAS she going to do with him?

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After cleaning Flaky's quills, they drained the water and Flaky wrapped her bathrobe around herself and tied the sash. Fliqpy had wrapped a towel around his waist and used another one to dry his hair and chest, Flaky stole a glance at him and saw his hair was a complete mess after the bath. She smiled at his wacky hair and turned back to tying her robe sash, but then she felt a hand on her shoulder. When she looked behind her, she saw the gorgeous golden orbs of Fliqpy, he was staring at her, giving her that "I'm trying to read your mind" look.

That's what she named this stare.

Fliqpy grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, placing a soft kiss on the top of it.

"Thank you," he whispered.

Flaky raised one eyebrow at him.

"F-For what? You're being too weird right now…" the redhead spoke.

She was trying not to smile at his affections, but she failed and ended up smiling while looking up at him with doe eyes. Fliqpy smiled back and gave her a peck on the forehead, nose, and lips, all in that order.

"I'll be in the bedroom, sweet face."

With that, he walked out of the bathroom and closed the door behind him, leaving Flaky very confused. She touched two fingers to her lips where he had pecked her, her face blank at first, but then transitioned back into a smile.

"What a dweeb…"


Done! I know this probably felt like a full fledged chapter, but trust me, Fliqpy is still gonna get his "turn" in the next chapter. This doesn't count, because it was a deleted/bonus scene.

I still don't know what I wanna do for his next turn. Someone suggested I do a chapter where he's at his lowest point and needs to learn to cope with his depression, but maybe I'll save that for a later chapter. It's a good idea, but I don't wanna do another depression chapter for a while.

Maybe I'll do one where he's hanging out with his friends and not just Flaky, so, you guys can see how he behaves around other people.

Either way, I hope you like this deleted bath scene, hehe, oh Fliqpy, you perverted son of a bitch…

R&R!