Guest

At first, Rabbit loathed the living arrangements.

It was blustery, and one of the worst cases that the wood had ever experienced. That's when it happened. The winds blew Tigger's poor abode apart. It was as if the big bad wolf easily huffed and puffed down the house of sticks. That left the striped animal homeless…

That is, until the hare offered up his own home.

In all actuality, Rabbit didn't know why he did that. The critter sharing his dwelling? Oh yes, that was bound to fail. And it had a very rocky beginning. Tigger, going against the Rabbit's standards, was a very messy being. He would leave his things about, hither and thither. And the fair furred creature was many time close to having a fit.

There was also the fact that the orange animal had a very "in your face" personality. Tigger loved to get into other's personal space. Then one couldn't forget his habit of bouncing. The tiger was just a ball of energy. And it annoyed Rabbit immensely!

Yet…somewhere along the line, this changed. Tigger grew on the hare. The yellow bunny got used to all his antics. Heck, Rabbit even found a few of his habits to be amusing. (And dare he say it: cute.) When you're around a person for so long, one even starts to pick up the other person's behavior. Before the critter could say "woozles weave wonderful wooden whicker whomps", he found himself much livelier. Ol' Long Ears even began to smile more.

The months passed, soon fall turned into winter. Then winter changed into spring. All this time went by, and Rabbit didn't mind one bit. He felt very comfortable with his life with the tiger.

Then Tigger uttered something that made his heart stop from fear.

"Rabbit…I think I should find a new home."

"W-What?" Before the serious topic was brought up, Rabbit had been cheerfully dusting. Now all that happiness left him, leaving horror in its wake.

Tigger looked away sadly. "Well…Ya see, Long Ears, it's springity time."

"Yeah, " there was a slight screech in the hare's tone, "so?" Rabbit was confused. Why was the tiger treating his comment like the answer to this madness?

"Ya tolds me that cha wanted me ta leave, back in fall, during da spring."

Shoot!

Shoot. Shoot! SHOOT!

Rabbit remembered. Back before he had developed any fondness for the orange animal, he had told Tigger that he had to go away when the flowers started to bloom. "And no exception", he had also added. Great, the tiger had to listen to him on this topic. He didn't forget it, like the yellow critter had.

"Tigger." The hare put the duster down, and walked over to the other being.

"Don't cha worry, Ra-Ra, I'll let myself out. " The tiger began to turn around, and head for the door. He was greatly surprised when the fair animal swiftly turned him back around. Before Tigger knew what happened, Rabbit's lips were against his own.

It was an action of anxiety and passion. It was the first time that Rabbit had ever acted on an impulse, rather than thinking about every step. He needed the fool to see what was obvious: the hare wanted the tiger to stay. He couldn't be happy without him.

Tigger didn't know how long the kissed last, but was highly disappointed when the contact was gone. He was utterly bemused, and didn't know what this all meant. The orange animal looked at the blushing hare's face, searching for answers.

It took all of the yellow animal's strength to not look away. Rabbit cleared his throat. "H-how…How about we make you a permanent guest?"