A / n : Picking up where we left off with this chapter. Thanks to Mel, Jack Frostlover, Secret Marial, and PhineasFlynns for the feedback! Now enjoy some more grossly cute body-swapped Freela. You know you want to.
Fry decides that if he lives to be a hundred and ninety-two, he'll never have weirder sex than this. He's in Zoidberg's body and Leela is in Professor Farnsworth's. The weirdest thing, though, is that that isn't nearly as gross as it sounds. She's Leela and he's Fry, and that's all there is to it. His heart still goes crazy when she kisses him and he still feels blissfully happy when she sighs contentedly against his chest.
He does kind of wish he'd let her put her teeth back in before he kissed her, but that's really it.
Zoidberg calls to tell him he set the apartment on fire, so Fry doesn't bother going home. He stays the night at Leela's instead.
"Should we talk about this?" Leela asks.
She's holding up a paper chain while Fry snips patterns in it with his Zoidberg claws. It's fun.
"Talk about what?"
Leela gestures at the two of them.
"This," she says. "Is it weird? It should be weird, right?"
Fry shrugs. "I dunno. It wasn't weird for me," he admits. "It's like . . . like we had sex in really weird outfits. And I had to be careful where I was putting my hands. And also, I have these things." He wiggles his face tentacles, which are surprisingly dextrous. "They're super fun." He shrugs again. "I liked it."
Leela thinks about this, then nods.
"That's how I felt," she tells him. She unfolds the paper and sees that it's a string of paper Benders.
"Neat," they say together, and Leela laughs.
She loops the paper chain around the headboard of the bed.
"Fry?"
"Yeah?"
"What if we're stuck like this?"
Fry looks at her. She's worried. It's funny how he can still tell. It's in her expression, all wide-eyed and serious, just beginning to frown.
Leela worries a lot. Maybe that's what it's like to be smart, Fry thinks hazily. He has to really think about this stuff, but Leela seems to do it automatically, so it seems like there's always something bothering her. Like what stuff means, and what people really think, and what's going to happen in the future.
Fry doesn't have so many levels. Usually it's all he can do to focus on what's happening right now.
"Then I guess we'd be stuck," he says uselessly.
Leela sighs, and Fry feels guilty. She wants something deeper, but Fry can't figure out what. They're never on the same level with this stuff.
He tries.
"You'd never have to pay full-price at the movies."
"Great," Leela says flatly.
He's not trying hard enough, Fry realizes. C'mon, brain, think! He forces himself to try and picture a future in which they're stuck in these bodies forever, and then he has to try and imagine how he'd feel. It's exhausting. Leela can't do this all the time. No way. She'd go crazy.
"I think it would be okay," he manages at last. "Only . . . I think I'd miss you."
He thinks again.
"I'd miss your eye. And your boobs. And your hair. It's all soft and pretty but when you turn round really fast it hits people in the face." He sniggers. "That's funny even when it's me."
"So you'd miss my body," Leela says. Her expression is neutral, like she's waiting for him to say more.
"Sure I would," Fry replies. "I love your body."
When her face crumples, he realizes this might have been the wrong thing to say. Fry frowns, which feels weird with Zoidberg's face. He puts his claw clumsily on top of Leela's hand.
"But I love your body because you're in it," he tells her.
And for once, to Fry's amazement, it turns out that what he's thinking is the right thing to say. Leela smiles shyly, turning pink, and lets the subject drop.