Effects Of A Good Imagination
'It may not be easy being green – but do you have to eat flies?'
"Dr. McCoy says I need the specific proteins found in chitin," Todd grumbled at the hand-lettered bumper sticker. "It's not my fault – my skin color or my dietary needs."
"Yeah, but you, me and Hank are pretty much tha only ones who know that," Rogue pointed out.
"Still, you'd think these bozos could come up with something a little more original," Todd replied. "I mean, the first half is almost exactly the same as the first one I got."
Rogue shrugged. "Creativity isn't all that many people's strong suits."
"'Specially with this bunch," Todd agreed.
Smiling coyly, Rogue snaked one arm around Todd's neck from her position directly behind him. Slipping the bumper sticker from green-tinged hands gone numb at her touch, Rogue let it drift to the floor as she nuzzled her boyfriend's ear. "Speakin' of creativity…"
"Uh-huh?" Todd asked, his throat gone almost completely dry at her nearness.
"Why don't we show them how…creative…we can be?" she said suggestively, rubbing her hands provocatively over his T-shirt-clad chest.
"Huh?!" Todd was startled; she couldn't mean what he thought she meant…
Could she?
Grinning evilly where Todd couldn't see her, Rogue clarified, "Why don't we get them back…with more creative insults?" Rolling her hips against his, she added, "After we go to bed."
"But I ain't sleepy," Todd argued, even as he followed her over to her bed.
"Ah never said anythin' 'bout sleepin', now, did Ah, sugar?" Rogue asked, smirking slightly.
Todd's eyes lit up. "Oh!"