Okay, here you are! PG13, just to warn you! REVIEW? And...oh, gosh, my poor OC. I'm about to cry knowing what's gonna happen. MY POOR SALLY-WALLY! AHHH! WHO ELSE FEELS BAD FOR HER? I DO! OKAY PLEASE REVIEW!
"Oncie!" I throw myself into my boyfriend's arms, tackling him to the ground. Before he has a chance to say anything, I press my lips onto his. He returns the kiss in a heartbeat, holding me tight against his body until we pull back to breath. Heavy, deep breaths, but then I tackle him again, giggling against his lips. I can feel him smile.
"I missed you!" he exclaims when we finally stop again to breath. "How's school? How's your family? How's Yo-Yo? How's my hat, which I assume she still has?"
I laugh. "Fine, fine, fine, and fine." I grab the brim of his hat and yank on it slightly. "I like this one more." He smiles and catches my hand in his own and holds it to his cheek.
"Then so do I." He leans into my hand and drops his own, so I keep mine there. I had missed his touch. And right now, I need a lot of it. So I move my hand and crawl into his lap, resting my head back on his chest. His hands slip around my waist, holding me to him and I sigh.
"I missed your hands," I comment, holding one of them in my own. I can practically feel his confused gaze. "They always know the right places to touch at the right times." I squeeze his hand. "Talented hands."
"I play guitar," he reminds me. "I have to have talented hands." His free hand glides over my stomach and lands lightly on my hip and he leans down to kiss my shoulder. "But I'm glad you enjoy them." He kisses my shoulder again. "I love you, Sally."
I lean my head back onto his chest. "I love you too, Once-ler."
~!~Oncie's POV~!~
The sound of whipped cream being squirted from the spray can into a bowl has never sounded so amazing. Just because I knew it was Sally squirting it. In my house. In her pajamas. That just made it the best sound in the world.
After her laughter. After her sweet, sweet laughter that I now hear as she licks some whipped cream off her hand. "It's done," she calls, wiping her hand on her pants and holding a bowl out to me. In the bowl is a spoon, generous amounts of whipped cream, and chocolate syrup.
"What's under this?" I ask her.
"It's a surprise!" she replies, eating a bit off the top of hers. I shrug and eat a spoonful before looking down at the bowl and digging my spoon around a bit. I swallow. "Sal, there's nothing else in here." She giggles.
"I know, right?" She grins at me and I laugh.
"Why not." I eat another spoonful and glance at the clock. It's already eleven-forty-five. She got here at noon. "You tired?"
"Not a bit!" she replies energetically. "Are you?"
"How could I be, while eating this" -I lift my spoon- "and when you're here with me, finally?" She smiles and leans over, planting a kiss firmly on my lips.
"I love you," she informs me. I smile.
"I love you too. But you have some whipped cream on your face."
"Where?" she asks, her hand going up and lightly touching her cheek.
"Right about..." I dip my finger in my bowl and lightly touch it to her nose. "There." She gives me a sideways glance.
"Thanks for telling me. You have some on your face, too."
"And where is that?" I ask, grinning.
"Here." She puts her face in her bowl and withdraws it with chocolate and whipped cream covered lips, pessing a sticky kiss to my cheek.
"Thank you," I say, nodding. "I appreciate you telling me about it." She nods.
"I figured you would."
"And you also have some on your shirt."
"Where?" she asks. I grab the can of whipped cream and shake it.
"You really want to know?" I raise my eyebrows, and she takes a step back.
"You wouldn't dare."
"I totally would." I take a step towards her. Her pretty green eyes widen slightly.
"Don't you dare." I take another step. "Once-ler..." Another step, and she runs straight out the door. I laugh and run after her, still holding the whipped cream can. She shrieks and reaches her hand out to grab a tree, pulling herself back to it and clinging onto its thin trunk. "Stay back!"
"Why should I?" I ask her, beginning to walk around the tree. She only walks around so we're the same distance apart.
"Because you love me."
"And you love whipped cream. So I'm being nice to you." I take another step, and she does too.
"But I love this shirt. And I don't want whipped cream on it."
"It's already white. It won't stain." I take a step in the other direction, and she does the same. "You ever gonna let me come near you?" She shakes her head.
"Nope. Never."
"Oh, I see." I take another step. She takes another step. "You do realize how thin this tree is and I can easily reach my hand across and get you, right?" Her eyes widen. As it appears, she hasn't realized that. But she does now as I do it.
"Oncie!" She swipes her hand down her shirt so it's covered with whipped cream and smears it on my face.
"Well that's it." I take a swift step around the tree before she can do anything and wrap my arms tight around her, shoving my lips onto hers. She squeals, but puts her hands in my hair and pulls me closer nevertheless. She pulls back slightly and kisses close to my mouth to get some of the whipped cream off my face. She repeats this, but on the other side of my mouth.
"Oncie..." she breaths, pushing her soft lips against mine again. "I...I-I..." I know exactly what she means.
~!~Sally's POV~!~
I slam the door behind me, not tearing myself away from the Once-ler. Our lips never stopped moving, both our chests heaving with heavy, choppy breaths. One of his hands slides down from my hair to my back, pressing hard against the small of my back. A tiny moan rips from my chest.
"We're doing this, aren't we?" he whispers, his lips slipping down from my lips to my neck, lightly gnawing at it. I whimper softly.
"I guess we are." My voice is soft and low, my breathing shaky. Part of me screams to stop, but a bigger part with a much stronger voice tells that one to shut up and shut up good, so I listen to that one. I pull him back up to me and kiss him again, pulling him closer to me. His hands rest lightly on my waist, pulling my hips closer to his. I sigh contently as I feel my back pres against the wall, his body pressing mine to it. I tangle one hand into his hair and bring him closer, wrapping the other tight around his neck.
The door swings open. "Hey, Beanpole...ehhh..."
The Once-ler sighs against my lips and my eyes pop open in surprise and curiosity. Who the hell would be all the way out here? I, somewhat reluctantly, pull my lips off Oncie's to see who it was. My jaw drops.
"What..." I look at Oncie for a second before looking at the thing again. That small...orange thing with a huge yellow mustache...
"Am I, eh...am I interrupting somethin'?" he-that-it gruffly asks.
"I told you to stay out today!" Oncie hisses at it.
"You told me to stay out yesterday," the thing argues. "It is currently..." He looks outside at the risen moon. "...twelve-eighteen." I blink in bewilderment.
"You...you can tell the time by the moon?"
It nods. I look at the Once-ler. He sighs.
"Sally, this is the Lorax. He speaks for the trees. And he's about the biggest environmentalist you could ever meet. And, apparently, smart-ass." He glares at the small orange creature. "Could you shoo?"
"You had no rule about me being in here today, and until there is one, I'll stay in here." He jumps onto the bed and sits with his hands on his knees. I can't help but smile.
"He's adorable," I whisper to Oncie. His blue eyes turn incredulously to me.
"Him?" he whispers back. I nod. He brushes my hair off my face and peers into my eyes. "I think you need your eyes checked, Sal..." I slap his hand away and make a face at him before stepping away from where I was, still in between him and the wall, and walked to the bed.
"Hi!" I say, smiling. "I'm Sally Floogenderp." He smiles.
"I'm the Lorax, speaker of the trees." He holds a small furry hand out to me, and I shake it, smiling.
"That must look good on a resume`," I comment. The Once-ler and I laugh, but the Lorax tilts his head to the right in confusion. "It's...you wouldn't get it." I blush slightly.
"Oh. Okay." He looks at Oncie. "Hey, Pipsqueak is cold. Can he come in here? The rest are all okay, but you know how small he is." The Once-ler glances over at me, then back at the Lorax.
"Of course. Let him in."
"Who's Pipsqueak?" I ask as the Lorax walks to the door.
"You'll see," he replies. As soon as the door opens, a small, furry brown blur races into the room to stop at Oncie's feet. My eyes widen.
"Oh...my..."
The small bear's hands stretch up to the Once-ler, his small little hands grabbing air, indicating he wanted to be held. Oncie leaned down and picked him up, smiling and scratching him behind the ears. He looks at me.
"This is Pipsqueak."
"Can I hold him?" I ask, my eyes still wide with Pipsqeak's tiny adorableness.
"Sure." The Once-ler hands him to me and Pipsqueak looks up at me with huge brown eyes. He smiles and cuddles himself to my chest. My eyes widen more and a tiny 'aww' slips through my lips.
"He's so cute..." I scratch his belly. He coos in delight and I smile more. "I...oh, gosh, Oncie, I found something cuter than you!" He laughs.
"I'm still on my search for something cuter than you." He kisses my cheek lightly and out of the corner of my eye, I see the Lorax shaking his hand.
"I will never understand humans."
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