Que Sera, Sera

Congratulations, Sadi, you inspired another chapter title in my fics.

Hey, stop me if you heard this one. Ahem, this shall be the final chap-ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! I know what you're thinking, "DG, you've lied to us!"

But it's not my fault, I just have a thing (don't want to say, muse, exactly. feels like I'm adopting a trend) and it just wouldn't shut up. Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, shame on you. Fool yourself into believing that this could've been just a one-shot several months ago, then a two shot, then just four chapters, take a look at where you are, and smack yourself for being an idiot.

Sigh...when will I learn.

But, I'm for real this time.

Super serious.

It ends TODAY...or whenever it's convenient for you, really, take your time and enjoy DRAGONGHOST's most popular work: Sticky

"So let me get this straight..." Vicky's head was propped in her left hand while she placed the other, curled as a light fist, against her hip. Laying on her side, with her back against the cushion of the couch, the redhead's eyes were closed as she pondered upon her next choice of words regarding her question. The air around her was stilted, pausing within the girl's personal space and slowly becoming heavy, thus, difficult to breathe in. Yet, as she drew a long cluster of oxygen through her nostrils, Vicky commanded her environment through will. "I have to be...n...ni...niiiii-"

"Nice."

"...I think I just threw up a little."

Lightly amused by her obvious contempt, the young Turner, sitting on the couch with her, gave a little smile. "I thought you might say something like that."

"Can't I just pretend to be ni-oh, god, I can taste a bit of your mother's lasagna," her brow furrowed as she placed a finger from under her chin against her lips.

"Sure you can," the boy responded cheerfully. "Just permanently and to everyone we may or may not know, including all the kids in town and not just their parents when you're making a buck."

The redhead became still, giving no warrant for being a living being instead of a well designed statue. One eye slid open in a ghostly way, revealing a pink iris that laid its sights upon the boy. "I didn't fall for you because of your humor."

"No need, it's my gift to you-free of charge."

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy destroying that smug little attitude you're getting."

"I learned from the best."

Vicky didn't let that last one slide as easily as the rest and took action into proclaiming dominance. Pressing her fist against his head and turning it back and forth, she started ruffling his hair. The boy was a bit surprised, and even had to lean forward because of the sudden weight. Yet, he couldn't stop smiling in her presence, especially when she was being this adorable. The girl wasn't really that rough with him to begin with and didn't even seem to be offended by his 'smug little attitude' as she had put. In fact, a few seconds into his punishment, her fist unfurled and released fingers to be even more gentle with his head. Slowly, she allowed his hair to smoothly slip through her grasp as she began to ease up. Becoming still for a moment, she let out a sigh before returning the hand to her hip. "Please tell me you're joking?"

Almost on instinct, in that he was starting to miss the attention just received, Timmy leaned back until he was pressed against the bare midsection of her body. Laying his head on her side, he turned towards her with sympathetic eyes.

"You know I can't just change like that, it would be too weird. For everyone. All your little friends would be suspicious-not that they shouldn't ever not be-but someone's going to start asking question...start poking their little noses where they don't belong...and will get cut off." Vicky paused, taking a moment to accommodate the idea of her-their secret being uncovered by the neighborhood. "And if I sound too paranoid at the moment, because of obvious reasons, there's also the fact that it just goes completely against my nature to be the kind of nice you're asking. It's like I got a..."

"Bug stuck up your butt?"

"I was going to say a group of little men in my head that dictate my moral standings, but, sure, that works just as well."

Smiling at an inner joke, Timmy blinked before saying "Hey, you actually said it this time."

Opening both of her eyes, the redhead stuck out her tongue in disgust. "Call an ambulance, something's seriously wrong with me!" Instead of leaving the couch for the phone to make such a call, the boy turned around to plant a kiss on her exposed skin. As if the fabled medicine-that mothers were notorious to giving their sons to make them feel better-was actually working, Vicky's right arm left its post once more to wrap around Timmy's torso and pull him closer. Laying on his side like she was, Turner felt her soft chest on the back of his head as it became a pillow for him. Her breath tickled the edge and top of his hair, and her hand intertwined with his own after they stopped moving.

They were like this for awhile, everything else didn't really seem to matter as the two took comfort in their closeness.

"...If it keeps Jarhead McMuscleFreak from taking those other two away," Vicky quietly surrendered to the conditions that Timmy had present to her. After the two had officially became a couple half an hour ago, Turner took the time to go into more detail and talk about the VicTim Merit Clause Jorgen had recently created. The specifications it held for him directly involved the management of Vicky's more aggressive and violent persona, for the safety of earth and fairy world. In short, he was a scapegoat, well-the older him, probably. The new Timmy, who lay in the gentle arms of a young beautiful lady, could care less about what she did to him now.

Unless, one were to count the way it made him beam inside at the thought of her helping to save his fairies. Going out of her way to make him feel happy, he felt so surreal at the notion. "It's fine, really, I'm just messing with you."

"Playing with my heart again, Timmy? How long are you going to keep tweasing wittle ole me," he could feel the smile appear on her face. "You're not making this whole thing up, are you?"

"Course not," he leaned back a little. "But you don't have to be the kind of nice-nice that you're thinking of, just tone down the evil babysitter a bit."

Vicky performed a mocking gasp before saying "Why, that's discrimination against evil babysitters everywhere!" She playfully pinched his cheeks before adding "Besides, don't you think you're going to miss the old me after awhile? I thought you loved every part of me."

Her playful pout provoked more amusement in the boy's mind as he thought back on their old antics and routine. It felt like a lifetime ago since she had been doing everything in her power to destroy him, granted it was only two days ago. Ironically, he actually was starting to miss that Vicky, however, only because all the time they spent fighting could've have been utilized for something more...fun, he'd put it. And not necessarily the weird stuff, but things like they were doing right now. Bringing her hand back, Turner rest it against his face tenderly as he enjoyed the feeling of being right next to her. "More and more every time I think about it."

The room became quiet.

"You know, I was kind of serious," the redhead's tone was low and her audible voice was almost quiet. If he weren't at her very side, the boy almost wouldn't have heard her when she said "I could be nice...if you want me to?" When Timmy didn't say anything, she continued. "I mean, I probably should anyway. I asked you to tell me the truth, your secret...and I didn't believe you."

"...I told you I had fairies who lived in my fish bowl, I'm kind of glad you didn't."

He could hear the puff of air exit her nostrils as she laughed lightly.

"Still, you actually tried to be honest with me. You trusted me, and I..." she paused, leaving a quiet Turner who also felt the heavy sigh that soon followed. There was something familiar about the confession when she put it that way, and Timmy almost felt the sinking depression that she did. "...I feel like an idiot."

"Hey," he called out to her. "No more drama, okay? All that's behind us."

The redhead smirked as she placed her head on top of his, cheek against cheek. "Look at you, Timmy Turner. Twerp. Boyfriend. And Saint." A quick peck to the blush he had been nuturing, and Vicky returned to lying down. Though, this time, much more relaxed and without any regret. "Alright, I'll try to go easy on the neighborhood."

"...And the world," he added after a moment of silence.

"Yeesh! What are you? A lawyer-" her response fell short as she abruptly stopped. Curious, Timmy was surprised to feel her tugging at his shoulder, obviously because she wanted to talk face to face with him. Instead of turning around, he sat up straight and edged closer towards her. Putting her head back in her hand again, Vicky tried to put herself on eye level with the boy. When he stopped moving, she finally spoke. "Tell me about that thing you guys were talking about earlier."

"?" Raising an eyebrow, it was needless to say that he was confused by her vague question. "What do you mean?"

"You know, what the pink fairy said about TV and remote controls," she seemed to be fishing for words even though the girl was highly accurate with her choice. "I mean, even you talked about for a bit. What's that all about?"

"Oh," he rubbed the back of his head as he realized what she was asking for. "You want to know about that?"

"Yeah, it's a bit confusing, but didn't you say I took over the world?" she started to show sudden interest in the story behind this claim.

"Well...you see-" and then Turner began to tell her how that day went. The words came forth from his mouth with such ease that it seemed impossible for this to have been a real conversation. Like a record, his voice described the events with a smooth and relaxed tone once he began. Sometimes jumping up when faced with the exciting parts, and going low with simpler parts. It was strange, telling her about this. Almost like everything else that happened in their relationship, this felt unreal to the boy. Kissing on each other, doing weird things in bed, and opening their hearts out to one another, sure, that was strange. But this, like the rest, held up to its strangeness on its own. Sharing this story with Vicky, felt like sharing a part of his soul. Which he was more than happy to do, and took pleasure in being able do anything with her that allowed him to connect with the redhead. Even more so was the fact that this was an experience that they both shared, but, on different sides of the same coin. Watching Vicky as he talked, he marveled as she herself marveled at the other side of said coin. Though he remembered wishing that she would forget along with his parents, it seemed that Vicky found the parts she played to be agreeable with her own nature. Just seeing the way her face brighten up at certain details made his insides flutter.

"And then things went back to normal-well, normal enough," he said as he finished the story. Now that they were officially a couple, it wasn't hard to imagine that it wouldn't be the last that she'd ask of him. Vicky blinked, just realizing that it was over. Turning to the ceiling, she allowed it all to settle in her brain as she tried to imagine all that had happened. From the hand puppet, to the robot action anime, perhaps...even to the part where she almost got fired. Timmy quivered a little on the inside as he remembered explaining the main reason why she wasn't, as he also remembered that she had frowned upon him using her as a means to an end when it came to keeping his fairies. He'd hope that it wouldn't offend her anymore than it already did, especially now that she'd already become the reason he was allowed to keep his fairies.

"...So let me get this straight," she said after a moment of thinking. Timmy froze, half expecting the girl to scold him for using her once more. "What you're telling me is that even twenty years into the future, when I finally rule the entire world, every continent conquered, every nation subjugated, every opposing faction crushed, and all people bowing to me. Everything that there was for the eye to see, all of it, in my hand...and you still managed screw me over like on any other day of the week when you're being a twerp?"

Silence.

Vicky smiled at the young boy who was stunned out of his mind at her perception of the story, ignoring several other major, and ethical, factors that was also a part of it. Realizing that she was waiting on an answer, he was slow to reply.

"Yes-" he was interrupted when she suddenly grabbed him by his collar, with both hands, and lift both him and herself up. Feet still planted on the couch, Vicky sat upwards and parallel to the cushions as she continued to hold him. It was only when she stopped rising up that she actually started to shake him and let on to her obvious anger.

"You no good lousy boyfriend!" he could almost see a vein appear on her forehead. "How dare you come in between me and my dream job!"

Disrupt and distorted, Timmy tried to keep from biting his tongue as he said "Your dream job nearly destroyed the world."

"It was at the top of my list in career choices!"

"You enslaved the entire human race, think of all the people bound up in chains and shackles-oh wait, you're actually okay with that."

"And now you're rubbing salt in it, have you no shame?!"

"People who had lives and personal goals."

"Do you have any idea how many people never even get to realize their goals? To lose the opportunity to live their lives to the fullest? Do you know how many actually do and have it all ripped away. Just. Like. THAT?!"

"Don't you kind of answer that question when the entire planet bows to your regime?"

"Dream job, Timmy! DREAM JOOOB!"

Thrashing him back and forth, Vicky let out her frustration on her newly acquired boyfriend for his past transgressions. Turner watched as the world around him collided and split apart as his vision became disoriented. Not sure for how long he could hold out before it was his turn to taste his mother's lasagna, the boy finally confided. "Okay-okay, I'm sorry!"

"..." the redhead didn't reply, however, she did stop shaking him and paused to listen.

Not wasting this opportunity, he continued to add "I'm sorry...that you're a sore loser!"

"!" her cheeks burning with a combination of both anger and embarrassment for being played, Vicky went right back to treating him like a rag doll. The smirk, which developed after his last statement, disappeared almost instantly as he was reminded of the consequences of teasing her. Another bout of this play, and he'd more than enough of it.

"ALRIGHT! I seriously mean it this time," he cried out, though she didn't let up this time around. "I'm sorry, please forgive me!"

Suddenly, the hands that grasped his collar let go and he dropped from the height where he was originally held. However, his landing was a whole lot more comfortable than he imagined, as she wrapped both arms around him and pulled him into a hug. A little out of breath, Timmy recuperated as he felt her lean back down. "...So long as you never come in between me and world domination again."

Not that he wanted to try her patience again with more goading-though it was still a bit hilarious to see how she would react, just before she paid him back with interest-Timmy felt a tiny grin appear on his lips as he remembered something crucial after hearing that line. "Actually, I think that's more of what Jorgen meant for me to do when he made the clause-NOT, that I want to oppress your right of oppressing other people's rights, sweety," he quickly added when her grip on his person tighten.

"Hmph." The grip slackened, but, remained tight as she thought it over. "Fine, but you owe me."

"Um, okay, what do you want?" curiosity settled in as he began to barter with his girlfriend.

"First of all, don't call me sweety," he could almost taste her bitterness against the word. Was it a simple dislike against such words, or a weakness of being recognized as such. "Or any other c-cutesy nickname you're thinking of calling me."

Definitely the second one, Timmy thought to himself as said out loud "Sure thing," and in his mind "-Sweetheart."

"Second..." she paused for a bit, thinking this one through. "I want...to go on a date."

"..." Turner blinked, almost not understanding what she said, or why she said it, until he also remembered "Oh right, that's what couples do."

"The only thing we've done up to this point is have sex, talk, and me being introduced to your fairies," she said lazily in a form of as-a-matter-of-fact kind of way. "Albeit it was good introductions, great talks, and amazing-inhale-sex...but that's about it."

"Oh..." he blushed a little as he made a quick recount on the last few days. "Well...who's fault do you think that is?"

"Pfft." She laughed a bit and replied "Your's! All your's buddy, finger prints everywhere."

"That's not how I remember it-" he smirked abit.

"Don't argue with me with your rational logic," she quickly interfered. "I'm your girlfriend, and, as far as you are concerned, I'm right-ALWAYS."

"Fine, my bad," he forfeited the debate before it began.

"You're forgiven, but now you have to make it up to me by taking me out. I'll leave the details up to you, but it should be someplace nice if anywhere at all." The room became quiet, as Timmy failed to respond to her second demand. Enough so that Vicky grinned at the idea of his startled face as he tried to worm his way out of this one. It seemed that, through the years of picking on him-even after their recent turning point-she still enjoyed making him squirm. Figuring she gave the boy enough time to wallow in his uncertainty, Vicky looked down to reap what she sowed. However, while she did see that he was puzzled, it didn't seem to be for the reason she'd thought of. His finger clasped his chin, Timmy laid quietly with a contemplative look about his face. It wasn't that he had anything concrete to stand on, but it was almost a bit alarming by the fact that it was calm and reassured. "What are you doing?"

"Hmm?" it was also a bit of a shock to see that he was so absorbed into thought, he didn't notice her at first. "Oh, well I was trying to think of a good place for our first date. I think most guys go to a fancy restaurant, but I don't think I know too many in Dimmsdale..."

As he trailed off into more of his plans for a first date, he left her a bit stunned. As one who was specifically designed to dominate, it was a meagre pleasure to being the one dominated, but, true all the same on occasion should the need appear. However, at this moment, Vicky didn't just feel the pleasure of being dominated. She felt small, and guilty, at the same time, as she watched him react so seriously. It made her...

"Ummphf. Hey?!" Timmy called out when she pulled him closer to rest her chin against his head. Which wasn't a problem, except-like this morning-she was suffocating him with her chest. Though muffled, he still tried to communicate "Mmmh-"

"Don't be silly," her voice was a bit hypnotizing, it caught him off guard and returned him to silence. Looking up, he was greeted by a small, yet, bright smile as the feeling of warmth and satisfaction. Even a bit of pride, if he knew anything about her. "You don't have to spend ridiculous amounts of money, at ridiculously expensive places, on me. Not that I'm against it, but I'd be just as happy if we walked through a park or went over to my place to hang out. Just doing something with you, anywhere but here, is fine with me. Even on the first date."

He paused, a look of confusion clouding his face. "But...isn't the first date suppose to be special?"

"It already is, my little twerp. However, if you want to do something to make it even more so, I'll leave that up to you," her smile continued to glow happily. "Just don't try to over do it, I'm fine with whatever you come up with. Actually-no, I think I'm going to love it."

A little startled, his eyes darted back and forth as his cheek began to redden. Now was the look of uncertainty that she thought had silence him the first time, making him appear at least half as nervous as he really was. It almost made Vicky frown to think of the prank again, but that wasn't to be when he suddenly responded. "Okay, your place, tomorrow. I'll do something to make it even more special, I promise."

The smile grew slightly, but the glow of fulfillment beamed even brighter. "It's a date."

Timmy almost shuddered from her radiance, once again unbelieving that this person was all for him and vice versa. A knot began to form up inside as he realized just how much she made him feel like somebody who mattered. A fire ignited inside of himself, as it forged an iron will bent on doing all that it could to show this girl that she'd fell in love with the right person. Tomorrow he would make certain not to disappoint in making her feel like someone who mattered even more. He needed to think, to plan, to prepare, everything that was in his power had to be done perfect. Course, he got off easy by their location already being set, that much was taken care of. Would have to be in the afternoon, however, tomorrow was a school day.

"...Oh, shit!"

Vicky looked down with a raised eyebrow. "I think I'm starting to become a bad influence on you."

"I forgot all about school today!"

Make that two raised eyebrows. "Shit!"

Sweat began to appear on his brow as realization bombarded him like a freight train. How long had they been sitting around on the couch, flirting and making out. How much time was spent juggling Vicky, his godparents, and Jorden all at once to find a compromise. What about those moments a few minutes after waking up in bed together, just how consumed had they been with each other this entire morning to not pay attention to the clock. "Crocker's going to shove so many F's down my throat that I'll be chocking on failure. Oh man, how could I let this happen-school bus is long gone by now. Sorry, Vicky, but I gotta find Wanda and Cosmo. If I'm lucky, I can be in my class in a few secs..."

Timmy started to get up, wiggling out of her embrace, as he prepared to run up the stairs. However, just as his feet touched the surface of the floor, he was hauled backwards by a hand on his arm into Vicky's awaiting lap. A slight grunt from landing, and he was already composed to question the sudden grab of his person. "Shhh," the redhead silence his inquiry, yet left him all the more curious for her reason. Leaning forward, she placed her chin on his head and held him in the new hush that followed soon after. Her arms coiled around him, her head nestling him like a little bird, she showed a new and comforting side with this nurtures hug. Like many things from the past few days, it was surprising and enjoyable.

"...What are you doing," but it also left him confused on the mindset of the intriguing young lady.

"Mmm. Snuggling, I think I've always wanted to try that with you."

Blinking at her honest response, he was even more bugged by how easily she avoided the real issue. "But we've already done that before-"

"Well now I want to do it again."

"But...but I have to go...right now."

"For someone in a hurry, you're not struggling very hard."

Raising an eyebrow, he quickly replied "You would enjoy that way too much." The girl laughed with an amusing tune at his statement, fully accepting his little jab at truth. "Besides, I guess...I kind of like it."

"Then stay here, with me. Let's just not think or worry about anything else, not like it matters anyway."

"But I have school today."

"Ditto! Look at us, already finding out things we have in common."

"..."

"C'mon, Timmy. Are you honestly telling me that you've never skipped a single day of school in your entire life?"

"Well, no."

"With or without magic?"

"No."

"Especially when you have a pretty good reason?"

"..." he was quiet, still, and silence. Perhaps he was thinking a little too hard, reading her words a little too deeply... "What reason are you talking about?"

Though the boy couldn't see it, he could imagine the evil-more so as a case of greed and seduction than just pure evil-smile above his head and on her pretty lips. He could feel that side to Vicky that enjoyed deepening her pockets with more reward, though, this time, it found a long, lost, kindred spirit inside him. And it wanted to educate just as much he wanted to learn. "I am the happiest girl on earth right about now, and, I gotta say, it feels pretty darn good. However, even though it probably can't get better than this, I don't think that means we should just let it slide. No, I think what we need right about now is a little celebration."

A shiver ran throughout his spine, and he was compelled to ask "Define little?"

"I tend to forget what that means, apparently, when things start to get exciting" once again, she came off as amused when speaking lightly of things that weren't exactly light. Despite being his younger self, minuscule to the more grandeur of his teenage self, there was something inside him that made Timmy less small. Hunger, just a shadow of the actual giant he would be in another six years, but colossal no less as it was the same hunger. Though not all of the reactions from before awoken inside him, Turner felt starved of the passion that had filled his inner soul. Or, rather, he was fueled like gas guzzler to the brim with this strong emotion, pumped, primed, and ready to be used both on and off roads for wherever the journey was meant to be taken. The only thing needed, was for someone to just stomp on the gas and burn it. "But, to answer your question..."

Vicky fell silent, ushering a new quiet within the room. He was a bit confused and befuddled by her sudden stillness, yet, was suddenly surprised when he felt her breath against his ear. The boy must have been so preoccupied in thought that he didn't notice her movement, even though they were right next to each other. However, now that he was slightly startled, he made sure to pay extra close attention to what she said next.

"I plan on forgetting, again."

He just notice how soothing her cool breath had become, compliments to the furnace that'd been planted into his face. Something darted past the corner of his eye, and realized that it was single bead of sweat seeking to escape the restrained boy and the commotion that was soon too follow. More beads started to form, like raindrops frozen in time as they to stood ready for flight. Alerted by the heat that no longer just in his face, but existed like as an internal pressure working him to boili g point. If asked to swallow raw ore, he could probably smelt out the precious metals inside. Yet, the bead did not get far before landing on an awaiting finger that lightly tickled his cheek. Raising the drop to an agreed eye level, the redhead gave an approving pur. Flicking the drop away, her hand disappeared from his eyesight before returning with a cellphone. After unlocking and punching some numbers, the device shook his nerves when it suddenly start to rang. The invading noise was alien and unlike anything he had grown useful to within the past few days. It presented something else, something they hadn't needed to deal with that much.

Other people.

"Hello?" the girl had it to her ear after a few seconds ringing. She left him stunned and alone as she reached and freely communicated with the outside world. "Hi! This is Vicky, Timmy Turner's babysitter. I'm calling to let you know that my little angel won't be able to make it to school today because he's not feeling well. Hmm? Oh, yes, his head's sweaty, he feels a bit warm to the touch, and seems a little tense." Throughout this conversation, Vicky made her points by pressing the back of her hand against the side of his face. She let it drift downwards, and apart, until only the tips of her fingers grazed him. Funny thing about this, everything listed was because of her own doing. He was tense, ready to jump at a pencil drop. Warm was mild in comparison to feeling of boiling over. Tiny little prickling sensations arose at the surface of his face, evidence for said sweat. "Don't worry, though, I'm going to stay here and make sure he gets well rested. With a bit of love and attention I'm certain he'll be able to attend class tomorrow. But, if it's all the same with you, after I'm done making him feel better, today, perhaps I can catch him up by giving some tutoring." A slight shift of her person could be felt from behind his back, and soon Timmy found her voice right against his ear. "Who knows, maybe he'll learn something new."

To spare the full biography of how he felt every time Vicky did something similar to now, the boy was taken aback. Ever since that fateful night two days ago, Turner became aware of the new emotions introduced to his soon to be growing perception. And, even though this was only the third day of becoming enamored by them for her, he wasn't gaining any ground in understanding them any better than the first time. It was always confusing, describing these feelings residing inside his mind. No one since forever has had to decipher this level of chemical reaction sending the brain into a ridiculous mess that begged cleaning up, now it was up to him to figure it all out on his own.

Yet, there did come moments that differed greatly from the others. Times where suddenly, he became very certain about certain things. Things like the fact that he was highly attached to someone in special kind of way. A way that involved the flipping of a switch within his brain, connecting the states of mental and physical realities. That sensation in his being sent a tingle down his spine, right at the moment she hung up, eclipsing the feeling as it reached a level he was familiar with. Like a black night sky filled with fireworks, it was impossible to miss. As a crystal, it was transparently clear what had clicked inside of him. Though more of a trick of the mind-the power of suggestion, as AJ put it-there was no doubt left in his head. It might always confuse him, he may never fully understand it, but, for now, he became enlighten on how he felt right now. On how she, made him feel right now.

Turned on. "I think that's what I'll call it for now."

He slid off her lap, unopposed, and turned around to face the redhead. Who, in fact, grinned before saying "And, if anyone at my school ask, they can call yours and get the same story. There, see? Our tracks are covered, and you don't have any other excuses. So don't worry."

"That's great, though, I'm not going to, anyway," his smile reflected the kindred spirit, cultivated in a likeness to her own.

"Accepting my advice already, hmm?" she grinned as her gaze was cast upon his face. "You got that look on your face again."

His eyes averted their line of sight when he realized he'd been starring. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"No, I kind of like it when you do that."

"I thought you didn't appreciate my 'smug little attitude'?"

"Oh, I do. Really, I do." The grin settled into a knowing smirk as she leaned closer and added "But that's not how you're looking at me right now. No, I think you're starting to have impure thoughts about your babysitter at the moment."

"And what if I am?" he step closer, his grin easily melting into her sensitive side.

"Careful, I might have to call you pervert instead of twerp if you keep it up."

"You've already done that."

"Then I guess this means you'll stick around the house today so we can have some fun?"

"If that makes you happy-" like many times before, Timmy was interrupted by a quick-but-breath taking kiss. She suckled at his bottom lip, inhaling sharply in the air between them. No tongue play, or any quick games. Just pure want and need him, as he felt for her. He returned the feeling by earnestly kissing back, giving any and all silent signs to convey that he was ready for wherever this went afterwards.

Just before she ended it, Vicky pulled her feet onto the couch so that her knees were in the cushions. This gave her the leverage to press forward and deepen the contact of their lips before pulling back and separating. "Good boy. Now, since there's nothing else left to worry about, there's this third thing you owe me for my heroic services."

Okay, pay attention to this author's note, the one up top is from when I first started writing this chapter.

As you can already guess, it's too damn big! So there will a second part and, quite possibly, a third part. So this still has a way to go before being finished. However those other updates aren't yet complete and will not be published right after this one.

This is just a thank you for all of those who played nicely with my April's Fools update and serve as a reminder to all my other fans and followers of this fic that I'm still here.

You will get an update, a new chapter, and an all together sticky conclusion.