Ratchet was hypnotized.
That was the only conclusion he could come to as his eyes tracked the focus of his attention, back and forth in slow repetition. Just a foot of motion was all it took to capture him, and now he was trapped, imprisoned by his curiosity and utterly enraptured. From the outside he looked like a combination of an idiot and voyeur, but cared little as he got down on all fours, crouched and poised like he was about to jump a prey.
He reached out, ever so slowly. He was scared what would happen when his hand finally found its mark, but was more excited at what he would find out from the experience. Inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter his hand crept closer. If he could sweat his forehead would be drenched right now. The stress and intensity mounted until finally…
His hand wrapped around…
Rivet's tail
He heard her gasp as she worked at a bench and with his final moments of life he marveled at how amazingly soft and fluffy it was. It was like he was touching a cloud of silk soft fur, and in the instant before she whirled around at him he actually started to rub his face against it subconsciously.
Then she grabbed him by the wrist, ripping him from his trance with violent force and a flying sensation. As he glided through the air at mach three he decided that it had most certainly been worth it, even if it did end with his girlfriend killing him.
He still thought that as his body passed through the wooden workbench she had been working on. She had effortlessly lifted him right off the ground and swung him over her head with just one hand. He could feel the splinters in his spine.
"WHAT THE HELL RATCHET!? YOU SCARED ME! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF!?" She screamed above him. He gestured for her to come down closer to him. She hesitated, but complied. As soon as she was close enough to where he was resting atop the shattered remains of the bench he reached up and grabbed both sides of her head, bringing it down for a quick kiss that stunned her like an electric shock. He smiled up at her afterwards.
"You are irresistible."
She floundered in his grip, her flattered and embarrassed face adorably held in his hands still.
"Especially your tail. It's too fluffy." He whispered the last part. She sighed.
"Just ask next time, dork."
"No."
And he didn't.