"The squirrel only drank the motor oil because it looked like normal,
everyday orange juice," Lucy retorted, pushing the "Eject" button on the
VCR.
Robbie licked his parched lips as he watched the hem of Lucy's tank top hitched up, revealing a silky smooth back. "I disagree. Mr. Squirrel tried to commit suicide. Did you see that evil glint in his eyes when he tipped over the container? He was an obvious criminal," Robbie shot back, flipping through the channels.
"What? How dare you accuse him of suicide! That was just the camera lights reflecting in his eyes! I can't believe that you think that such an innocent little furry rodent is capable of such cruel heartless actions," Lucy replied, arms flailing in the air, her eyes bright with enthusiasm.
"Okay, okay. If clearing Mr. Squirrel's name means that much to you, I'll drop it. But even the little stubborn girl that you are, you have to admit that motor oil looks nothing whatsoever like freshly squeezed Tropicana orange juice. And what kind of squirrelly nut would drink orange juice? Mr. Squirrel, that's who. And I think liking orange pulp is a crime in itself," Robbie finished, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Whatever, Robbie. You're just pouting because Happy finished the rest of the slice of pizza that you dropped onto the kitchen floor. Knowing you, you'd probably lap up the cheese and pepperoni right next to Happy from the floor," Lucy teased, placing the videocassette into the case.
"Hitting me right where it hurts," Robbie mocked, placing a hand to his heart. "My stomach. How dare you make fun of my abdomen? I think it's quite beautiful, thank you very much..."
"I've never seen you get so worked up about your stomach before," Lucy collapsed on the sofa next to Robbie, delving into a half-full bowl of buttered popcorn.
Robbie felt his breath hitch up in his throat when he felt Lucy's breast brush up against in neck as she reached over him to grab the saltshaker.
Lucy turned to Robbie, eyes serious, pink-glossed mouth turned down to a pout. "You know when we were going out?" Lucy asked, eyes wide and cobalt blue, bluer than a mountain stream. Like Robbie could ever forget. He simply nodded, watching as Lucy's breasts rose up and down to the tempo of her breathing. "Well, you know when you told me that you thought I was beautiful? Did you really, truly think that I was beautiful?" Lucy's voice went down to a whisper, and Robbie had to strain forward to hear. When Lucy looked into Robbie's dark, expressive eyes, her heartbeat quickened. They were so soft, and so searching. Almost like he was afraid to answer.
Robbie slowly moved towards her, almost in slow moition. Cupping her chin in his hand, he watched as her eyes grew rounder and bluer as the realization hit her, on what her best friend was about to do. Robbie slowly dipped his head down, his lips brushing against hers at first, and then tilted her head up further so that he could kiss her fully. Her lips were so soft as smooth under his, and they tasted so sweet, like honey. Sucking and gently nipping on her lower lip, Robbie slid his tongue into Lucy's mouth. Memorizing each curve and ridge, a sudden rush of memories flooded back to him. As Lucy adjusted her position, her breast brushed against his arm, bringing small jolts of electricity up and down his arm, and the familiar twitching in his groin whenever Lucy was close.
Ding-dong!
Flustered, Lucy broke away from Robbie, fingers smoothing out her tousled blonde hair, lips red from their kisses, and cheeks pink from their touching. Stumbling to the door, Lucy wrenched it open and almost fell back. Mary stood there, her chocolate brown hair pulled back into a high ponytail, clad in a cropped red sweater and jeans. "Hey, Luce. Is Robbie there?"
At the mere mention of his name, Lucy's cheeks turned the colour of raspberries. "Can I ask why?" she stuttered, clutching at the doorframe to support herself. The feel of Robbie's lips on hers, the feel of his arms tangled in her hair, it was too much. "Sure. I have a plan to get him to fall in love with me again. And Lucy, I need your help."
Robbie licked his parched lips as he watched the hem of Lucy's tank top hitched up, revealing a silky smooth back. "I disagree. Mr. Squirrel tried to commit suicide. Did you see that evil glint in his eyes when he tipped over the container? He was an obvious criminal," Robbie shot back, flipping through the channels.
"What? How dare you accuse him of suicide! That was just the camera lights reflecting in his eyes! I can't believe that you think that such an innocent little furry rodent is capable of such cruel heartless actions," Lucy replied, arms flailing in the air, her eyes bright with enthusiasm.
"Okay, okay. If clearing Mr. Squirrel's name means that much to you, I'll drop it. But even the little stubborn girl that you are, you have to admit that motor oil looks nothing whatsoever like freshly squeezed Tropicana orange juice. And what kind of squirrelly nut would drink orange juice? Mr. Squirrel, that's who. And I think liking orange pulp is a crime in itself," Robbie finished, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Whatever, Robbie. You're just pouting because Happy finished the rest of the slice of pizza that you dropped onto the kitchen floor. Knowing you, you'd probably lap up the cheese and pepperoni right next to Happy from the floor," Lucy teased, placing the videocassette into the case.
"Hitting me right where it hurts," Robbie mocked, placing a hand to his heart. "My stomach. How dare you make fun of my abdomen? I think it's quite beautiful, thank you very much..."
"I've never seen you get so worked up about your stomach before," Lucy collapsed on the sofa next to Robbie, delving into a half-full bowl of buttered popcorn.
Robbie felt his breath hitch up in his throat when he felt Lucy's breast brush up against in neck as she reached over him to grab the saltshaker.
Lucy turned to Robbie, eyes serious, pink-glossed mouth turned down to a pout. "You know when we were going out?" Lucy asked, eyes wide and cobalt blue, bluer than a mountain stream. Like Robbie could ever forget. He simply nodded, watching as Lucy's breasts rose up and down to the tempo of her breathing. "Well, you know when you told me that you thought I was beautiful? Did you really, truly think that I was beautiful?" Lucy's voice went down to a whisper, and Robbie had to strain forward to hear. When Lucy looked into Robbie's dark, expressive eyes, her heartbeat quickened. They were so soft, and so searching. Almost like he was afraid to answer.
Robbie slowly moved towards her, almost in slow moition. Cupping her chin in his hand, he watched as her eyes grew rounder and bluer as the realization hit her, on what her best friend was about to do. Robbie slowly dipped his head down, his lips brushing against hers at first, and then tilted her head up further so that he could kiss her fully. Her lips were so soft as smooth under his, and they tasted so sweet, like honey. Sucking and gently nipping on her lower lip, Robbie slid his tongue into Lucy's mouth. Memorizing each curve and ridge, a sudden rush of memories flooded back to him. As Lucy adjusted her position, her breast brushed against his arm, bringing small jolts of electricity up and down his arm, and the familiar twitching in his groin whenever Lucy was close.
Ding-dong!
Flustered, Lucy broke away from Robbie, fingers smoothing out her tousled blonde hair, lips red from their kisses, and cheeks pink from their touching. Stumbling to the door, Lucy wrenched it open and almost fell back. Mary stood there, her chocolate brown hair pulled back into a high ponytail, clad in a cropped red sweater and jeans. "Hey, Luce. Is Robbie there?"
At the mere mention of his name, Lucy's cheeks turned the colour of raspberries. "Can I ask why?" she stuttered, clutching at the doorframe to support herself. The feel of Robbie's lips on hers, the feel of his arms tangled in her hair, it was too much. "Sure. I have a plan to get him to fall in love with me again. And Lucy, I need your help."