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GhostHelwig: Aw, sorry, love! But I'm not a big Kitty fan...at least, an Evo Kitty fan...but for you? I'll make an effort to be nice. ::grins::
Childrenwithblades: Heh. Not a table! ::giggles: You'll see.....
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Suraka-chan: O.o Please, no squirrels! They make me sneeze! I'll update!
Zee4: Ah!! The threat ness of it all! I'll attempt sex, if not just for you...soon. XD lol, love the imagery by the way...makes me think 'clean up, isle three...parent, come claim child...'
MiracleChick: Heh. Thanks for reading! It is adorable, ne?
Xallutamair: Oooh. Exotic, huh? Sounds...kinky. XD
PietrolovesAqua: Aww, don't eat my shoes! I need those!
Enfant-terrible: Their my pretty ska pumps. They probably taste like ass, though, since I've been out doing yard work in them...and my back yard is literally a swamp...
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-6- So sit down, stay awhile
"Don't put it in there, Lance! It won't fit! It's way to big!"
Todd stared at the ceiling, eyes wide and mouth open. Wanda, who was still holding her own bundle of bags, looked at the ceiling as if in deep thought, and Fred, who was digging around for something to eat from the bags, paused a moment, then continued with his search.
"You know, Todd...you might be right." From upstairs, a thud and someone groaning drifted through the floor.
"Wanda, cuddle bumps, I think I'm gunna go see what's up..." Wanda looked at Todd a moment, then shrugged and turned to put away the groceries.
"Fred! At least let us put them away before you start eating!"
"Sorry, 'Da."
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"Pietro, Lance, yo, are you guys...uhm...decent?"
Pietro gave the door a thoughtful glance, then looked innocently at Lance. Lance, raising an eyebrow, just shrugged, not knowing what else to do.
"No, Todd, don't come in! We're naked! Naked, I tell you!" Pietro cried, then flung open the door. Todd, mortified that Pietro would throw open the door in the middle of...privet activities, covered his eyes.
"Crickeys, Todd, I was joking. We're not doing anything up here. I swear." The older teen stated, noting that Todd slowly lowered his hand, scared that Pietro was joking and really WAS standing before him, naked.
Peeking around Pietro, Todd saw what they had been going on about so loudly a few moments earlier. On a small table set up in the middle of Pietro's floor sat a bottle. In the bottle, in the midst of being put together, was a boat.
"You're makin' a boat...in a bottle?" Todd asked, moving into the room to stare at the art piece. The 'boat in a bottle' was set on the table, pieces and tweezers around it.
"It's a ship. Not a boat. A boat is a little rubber dingy, or a motor boat. This beauty is a replicate of the Santa Maria. Look at the detail in it; it's perfect." Todd looked at Pietro, eyebrow raised as the older teen went on about the ship. Lance shrugged as Todd's gaze turned on him.
"Yo, Pietro? I don't care, right?" Pietro stopped talking as Todd sidestepped towards the door.
"The only reason I came up here was because it sounded like you two were going at it, yo." Pietro made a face, and Lance snorted.
"We haven't fought in awhile, Todd. You know that."
Todd rolled his eyes, stepping out the door. Peering around the corner before he headed downstairs, he grinned.
"I didn't say fighting. I said goin' at it. Like rabbits in heat, yo."
He set off downstairs as the words sank in, and as he reached the kitchen, his ears were graced by a loud thud and insane giggling.
"Like I would ever screw Lance in HERE! It would get so messy!"
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Half an hour later, all five teenagers sat before the television, eating soup and watching Dawson's Creek. Todd, seated between Wanda and Freddy on the couch, moved to take the remote and change the channel, only to have his hand slapped by Wanda and Pietro simultaneously.
"Touch it, and I'll slit your throat open and hang you upside down by your feet." Wanda hissed, not looking up from the t.v. Todd rubbed his hand and Pietro took the remote, hiding it under the couch from his spot next to Lance on the floor.
"Sorry, cuddle bumps. Won't do it again." Wanda nodded as one of the characters on the show said something to another.
Lance yawned, glancing at the clock on the vcr. It read ten fifty six, nearly time for Todd to go to bed. Tapping Todd's leg, he pointed to the clock. Normally, Todd was allowed up as long as he anted; provided he didn't have school the next day. And as Lance had heard, regardless of Todd's attempts to prevent his hearing of it, that school would be back open the next day, he decided that he'd be the one enforcing Todd's bed time that night.
Todd looked at the clock, frowning, and looked back at Lance, eyes big and lips pouty.
"Aw, c'mon Lance, just another half an hour, no more? I'll get up tomorrow, I swear!" Lance shook his head, and Todd sighed. Pietro looked at the youngest Brotherhood member, small smile on his face. Reaching up, he ruffled Todd's hair, then stood up, stretching.
"Actually, I think I might head up too. You gunna come too, Wanda?" Todd's eyes bugged out, and he jumped up. Glancing at Wanda, he turned his glare on Pietro and Lance.
"No way. Not fair.You can't convince Wanda to leave me. So there." Wanda yawned, standing up as well.
"Actually, Toad, I'm tired. I'm going to sleep. Good night." With that, she went upstairs. Todd's eyes followed her, and Pietro grinned.
"Time for bed, Toddy! Nighty night!" Todd grumbled under his breath about 'stupid siblings and their conspiracies' and hopped off upstairs, followed soon after by Fred. Lance stretched out over the couch, grinning, as Pietro followed, sitting on the older teen's stomach.
"That was really easy, actually. Wonder why Wanda's so tired? Oh well. Do- you-think-there's-anything-interesting-on-t.v-right-now, Lance?" Lance shook his head, eyes on the speedster on his stomach.
"You know, you have school tomorrow too, 'Tro." He stated, as Pietro leaned back on the couch, head on his arms.
"I'm not going to school tomorrow. I'm planning on staying home, dressing up in Wanda's clothes, and prancing around singing 'Time After Time' by Cindy Lauper. Obviously." Lance laughed, poking Pietro's side as he attempted to sit up.
"Well, I'm home tomorrow too, so I guess we can both dress up and sing, yeah?" Pietro smirked, turning to face Lance, legs over the taller teens sides.
"Oh, that'd be hot, Lance. You in drag. Can't wait to see that." Lance grinned, putting his hands on Pietro's legs, and Pietro smiled.
"I think you in drag would be hotter. Honestly, look at you. Drag worthy material here." Pietro grinned, running a hand through his hair as he brought his face down to stare at Lance.
"I suppose I'm just too hot, yeah? I mean, look at me. I'm gorgeous." Lance rolled his eyes, but he smiled, and nodded.
"Oh yeah. Very hot. Like hot sauce, even." Pietro stared at Lance, eyes trailing down Lance's face to rest on his lips.
"Lance...what would you do if I kissed you?"
Lance looked at Pietro, who's eyes flickered back to his as he brought his face a little closer to Lance. Lance thought a moment.
"Kiss you back?"
"Good."
Pietro brought his lips to Lances, and Lance wrapped his arms around Pietro's waist, sitting up to get a better angle. Pietro, Lance thought, tasted like marmalade and spring, and his lips were chapped from the wind.
Pietro pulled Lance closer, sighing almost happily as Lance's arms wrapped around him. Lance tasted like cinnamon, vodka and soup, and Pietro thought it was so very Lance.
"Hey, guys, wanna turn off the-Whoa. Uhm." The two teens broke apart as Todd's voice broke the silence; both looked up at the younger teen who stood there, eyes wide and glass of milk in hand.
This would take a lot of explaining.
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A/N: Oh. My. Dear. Sweet. Nataku. My English? It's shot. See? Look at that shoddy writing! It irks me so! IRKS! :: Makes a sighing sound:: See, I'm French, really. And I've been talking to my French relatives. This makes me think French. While I don't normally write French, I DO think in it half the time. This gives birth to....the worst piece of English writing ever. Ahhh. I hope you all forgive me for this. Please don't come tar and feather me. Please?
