Chapter Eighteen:
Relationship Woes
It was sometime around two in the morning when Gosalyn came out of her room to get a drink of water. While coming out of the kitchen, she found Darkwing and Steelbeak snuggled up together on the couch. The villain was holding onto his ducky companion as if he was protecting him from all the dangers in the world. She was touched by this, and regretted mouthing off to Steelbeak.
Later that day, she had planned on asking forgiveness to both of them. She was twenty years old now, not eight, and wanted to prove to her father that she had matured by letting bygones be bygones. Before she headed back to her room, she placed a blanket over them.
On the outskirts of the city, things weren't so warm and fuzzy between Morgana and Bushroot. The sorceress rushed out of the greenhouse in tears. Her lover watched her with a smug smile, looking rather happy to see her leave his place. It was a bitter end to the relationship, but he'd get over it, just like he did when he got Steelbeak out of his life.
"Good riddance to another useless citizen!" He muttered to Spike who watched her leave through the woods.
"If she wants to try and reform someone, she'll have to try someone else."
Darkwing Duck sprang to his feet as he heard the doorbell being rung. "Who could this be at this hour of the morning?"
Opening the door, he saw the upset Morgana, drenched in rainwater and her hair in disarray. She looked ashamed of herself, and even more so when she saw his shocked expression.
"I'm sorry to bother at this hour, but . . . I'll - I'll come again, later in the day!" She exclaimed, turning her back and going down the steps.
"No, no, Morg . . . What's wrong? Tell me . . ." He said, gesturing her to come inside. "If that beet-brained Bushroot - - "
"He . . . Broke up with me . . . " Morgana answered as if in a trance, stepping in the house. She noticed Steelbeak on the couch, but paid no special attention to him.
"I tried getting him to become a good guy but he threw me out."
Steelbeak opened an eye as he heard the two speak. He lifted his head to see who Darkwing was talking to and when he saw Morgana, he placed his head back down with a groan. A couple years back, she had turned him into a hyena and would rather not have her mess about with her magic on him again. He pretended to sleep, interested in finding out what her reason was for being here.
Bushroot, dey mentioned Bushroot. Did dey jus' appen to say dat name? Grimacing as if he had been impaled in the heart with something sharp, he rolled over to his side and turned his back on the two.
Not wanting to disturb Steelbeak's sleep, Darkwing escorted Morgana into the kitchen. He gestured for her to take a seat and poured her a glass of water, weary but still wanting to help someone in need of it. It hadn't been the first time he had to wake up in the wee hours of the morning to assist with something or another.
"I really appreciate you taking the time to help me out on this time!" Morgana spoke quietly, patting him on a hand he placed atop of hers. "I'm just so sorry for coming here at this hour of the night. I was just desperate for someone to talk to that I sort of lost my mind."
"Don't worry, Morg," Darkwing gently assured her, handing her a comb to straighten out her hair. "It's what I'm here for, to help people. Even at two thirty in the morning."
I'd like to see youse help escort 'er outta de door! Steelbeak placed a couch cushion over his head, trying to block out her voice. He perceived her as a threat to his relationship, and the sooner she was out of his house, better. It was perhaps true that Darkwing wouldn't wish to part with him, but he didn't trust Morgana to not tempt the duck away.
A few moments later after she felt better, Morgana was ready to leave. She gave him a kiss and looked back before she walked out the door. Little did she know just how much this little show of affection made the rooster jealous.
"Goodnight, Darky. It was sure a pleasure seeing you again after all this time. Thank you so much for listening to my drivel!"
"It was a pleasure seeing you, too . . . " Darkwing dreamily replied, watching her walk down the driveway in her usual drifting manner. Secretly he longed to be with her someday, but he knew he couldn't part with Steelbeak.
"I suppose youse two are gettin' back together . . . " Steelbeak growled, jumping to conclusions before the mallard could explain. He slowly rose from the couch, looking as tough as he could while wearing fluffy flannel pajamas.
"What the - - ? No we're not!" Darkwing cried out, defensively throwing arms back. "Take it easy, it was just a kiss."
"Is dat so? I know 'ow it goes!" Steelbeak asked as he got to his feet, towering over Darkwing. He was an intimidating sight, but Darkwing remained unfazed.
"Is dat so?" The mallard asked, imitating his accent. He gave Steelbeak a teasing poke to his stomach and smirked as he watched him step back a little way.
"Yes, you better back away . . . " Darkwing leered, approaching him with his hands out to tickle him. Sure enough, this was enough to make him back off.
Steelbeak pretented to hide away his nervousness by ventubf back with all the dramatics of an actor from a tragic stage production. He paced around, making dramatic gestures and speaking erratically.
"Yeah! Dere's a kiss, a hug, den a night out to de nearest restaurant ta catch up on da old times. Before yas know it, people who split up wit' each other years ago are suddenly back togethah!"
"Well, that's not going to happen with us, Steelbeak!" Darkwing said with a wide grin, tripping him as he paced past. The rooster landed on his back, and he casually placed a foot down on his chest.
"Er, well, of course not!" Steelbeak apologetically exclaimed, looking up at the duck who was now the one towering over him.
Shaking
his head with a smile, Darkwing removed his foot and allowed him to stand.
"You're too funny. Get
back to up there, silly,
or no shag."
"Yes, sir!"
Following a light kick to his rear, Steelbeak flopped back onto the couch. The mallard slipped in after him, trying to find a spot to squeeze into. Not surprisingly, his big beau took up most of the room and he wiggled himself into what little space was left.
Noticing his companion's fidgeting, Steelbeak curled himself up to make more room. "Sorry 'bout dat, love. I outta get myself on a diet or somet'ing. I take up too much room!"
"Nah, you're more than fine the way you are!" In spite of the room his mate had made, Darkwing got as close to him as possible. He had felt his hands were a little cooler than he liked, and muttered something under his breath about midlife crisis.
"Gah! Yer 'ands are like ice!" Steelbeak shrieked, suddenly feeling the daring do-gooder's hands underneath his pajamas.
"Well, the heating's not working right so I thought I'd innovate a little to warm up!" Darkwing winked, touching the side of his bill.
"Yeah, but at my expanse?!" Steelbeak whined, not quite liking this as much as his partner did. "Surely dere's gloves around 'ere -- "
"Do I have to make you sleep in Gos' room?" Darkwing said as if he was correcting a misbehaving dog. "Or are you going to relax?"
Calming right down as he felt Darkwing's hands warm up on his lower torso, Steelbeak enjoyed the caressing that soon followed. Even as he felt his fingers run across his touch-sensitive abdomen, he couldn't help but to feel as if he had died and gone to heaven. Could dis night get any better? I bet it can . . . Just gotta see what we's both are up to.
"Oh, I'll relax if I 'adn't done so already . . . ! " Steelbeak laughed, leaning his head back on the arm of the couch.
The attention Darkwing was giving him was as sexually pleasurable as it was relaxing; a telltale lump in his crotch was proof of this. What had started as a playful hand-warming and innocent tummy rub caused water to hit electricity.
The picture of intimacy and love were broken by menacing shadows which watched them through the living room window. Tonight, the lovemaking lovers were to have an audience of the most unwanted kind.
Disclaimer: Steelbeak and Darkwing Duck, and other characters mentioned excluding Javert and a few minor chars' are © Disney.