I'm thinking what now?
Written by: Cartman's Girl
Notes: Yargh, another really short Pleakley/Jumba fic! Why do they keep
growing?! Well, this one has Jumba sorta having realisations, but
ignoring em. Poor bugger.
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"So… let me get this straight." Jumba leant over his study desk, very similar
to an architect's one. Slanted, and what not. "In your species, the male
goes through the pregnancy?" he raised one of his eyebrows. Pleakley sat across
from him, sat on a stool. He nodded slowly.
"Well yeah, see, the small egg's given to us by the female during reproduction,
and it grows inside us males. Then we go into labour and give birth." Pleakley
replied, holding up a diagram of his species' main organs. He pointed to a blue
coloured sack, which was located at the front. "See? It grows there. And
there's a special opening for when the baby comes out." Jumba shivered
slightly, and chewed on one of his pens.
"That's… that's disgusting! Males are not meant to be baby carriers!" he
sneered,
"Hey we all live differently!" Pleakley snapped, folding his arms after he put
the book down. Jumba grabbed it and flipped through the pages, sniggering when
he saw the reproductive organs.
"I'll say."
"Hey! It's science, not a laughable thingie!" Pleakley said as he saw what page
Jumba had flicked to. "I bet yours looks weird!" he whined slightly, leaning
back feeling Jumba look over him. Not that he minded, of course. Jumba
chuckled.
"It look normal to me." Jumba said simply, setting the book down. "So come on,
truth. Are you still virgin or what?" he leant on an arm, smirking at Pleakley.
The one eyed alien paled, if he could with a skin tone like that.
"That's none of your business!" he squeaked.
"Oh come on, tell!" Jumba leant over and poked Pleakley in the arm. "Tell!"
"No!"
"If you say, I say for me." Pleakley's eyebrow raised.
"Promise?" Jumba nodded, and made a cross over his chest twice – seeing how he
had two hearts.
"With both my hearts."
"Okay." Pleakley glanced around, and leant forward. "I haven't reproduced with
anyone yet." Jumba smirked,
"Not lucky enough eh?"
"Noo, that's not it! I just chose to remain single and untouched!" Pleakley
kept his arms folded, and looked away. "So what about you?"
"Two times." Jumba replied simply, as if he was just saying his two times
tables. Pleakley looked at him, surprised.
"You have a life mate?"
"Pshaw, no. I don't want anything like that. I'm a ladies man 'n I'll always
be." Jumba leant back on his chair, setting his feet up onto his desk.
"But… in my species you're not allowed to do that until you've had your life
mate ceremony…" Pleakley said nervously.
"Well not with mine." Jumba said sternly. "Males do as we please, women do as
they please." Pleakley nodded slightly, even if he didn't like the idea. He'd want
to do the act of reproducing, or at least mating with someone he loved, and who
loved him in return. Not just for the fun of it. He'd been told it was fun –
how would he know? Jumba noticed Pleakley's quietness. "What?"
"Huh?"
"You look… whimsical. Or somethin'." Jumba pointed out.
"Oh, well… I was just thinking about something." He replied, as he fiddled his
fingers together. He'd never tell Jumba he was thinking about who his life mate
would be, and what the mating would be like. Pleakley let his imagination run
away with him some days, and now was one of those times. Well, talking about
the act always brought on dreams. Being held in the strong arms and have him
remove his clothes… Pleakley now had a very happy smile on his face. Jumba
stared at him blankly, then snapped his fingers at him. "Wah!"
"Earth to Pleakley, you reading us?" Jumba asked.
"Yes." Pleakley frowned, the day dream gone for now. He'd relive it once he's
alone in his room.
"We lost you for a minute." Jumba said. He opened the book again, and flipped
through the pages. Pleakley's species was indeed strange. How their bones were
really gelatine-like, and strong muscles helped move them. The one eye, since
his planet was dark 90% of the planet's cycle and all… two tongues due to the
lively food they'd have to eat. Heh, two tongues… imagine what two tongues
could do, and who they could please. Jumba's eyes widened as he realise what he
was thinking, and coughed. "I think it's time for lunch, no?" he asked, getting
up quickly and holding the book down in front of him for obvious reasons.
"Huh?" Pleakley glanced at his watch, "Oh, oh it is!" Pleakley slid off the
stool and left the room, leaving Jumba. The four eyed alien looked confused at
his previous thoughts in his mind, but shook his head as if to clear them.
"Sick sick sick." Jumba muttered, then walked from the room, leaving the book
behind him. Obviously he was missing the company of females of his species.
That was the only reason he had just imagined himself and that little shrimp
together like that. Though, they were happening more and more frequent. Jumba
sighed, and sat down to the table. He'd eat, then go to his room and just stay
there. Living in a house with Nani, Lilo, Stitch and Pleakley wasn't easy. He
loved his solitude, he'd been a lone scientist for years and barely took
attention of his creations once they were made. Here it was hard to cope, but
his room was his sanctuary. Where he could do what he wanted.
True he missed company now and then, but when he did he'd just walk across the
hall and walk into Pleakley's room. A few times he walked in on Pleakley trying
on wigs and dresses, and he always had a laugh over that. The two would joke
about how females dress and if the colours suited him or not. A few times he
had Jumba dress up, but he wouldn't go further then a hat and makeup. He'd
never fit in a dress anyway.
In a way, Pleakley was his friend. Stitch was still scared of him now and then.
Lilo was too young to strike up good conversations with. Nani was usually out
with her girlfriends and hanging out or at work. So, it was mostly himself and
Pleakley. He sort of liked it like that.
More then he thought he should.
[The End]
