Kiss Of Life
Tank. He and Tank just kissed. The quiet, muscular, ebony mountain of a man who has the softest and warmest lips...and the kiss of life was so gentle, so tender, and oh so sweet...Joe Morelli blinks in confusion at his quickened heart beats and blushed cheeks, and moans dreamily as a long strong finger starts rubbing his chest and tummy carefully. His eyes soon close on their own accord. His breathing starts to slow. He relaxes against Tank's palm enjoying the moment of comfort, all previous panic and worries forgotten, and for the first time in a long, long while, feeling safe, cared for and protected. He knows he should concentrate on the task at hand. He knows he needs to try all he can to free himself from this evil spell. But he just can't focus. His brain is still empty because of the fright, and he's so, so tired...
He's tired of his empty lonely house. He's tired of his messed-up life. He's tired of the sympathy looks people give him. He's tired of the occasional snickers and snorts sounding from behind his back. He's tired of being the loser. He's tired of his foolish, stubborn self. He should have walked away. He should have let go. He should have moved on. He should have known better. He should have helped Stephanie with her job. He should have accepted her as what she is. He should have been the one to support, help and protect her all the time. He should have been the one to win her heart. But now here he is, helpless and alone, trapped inside a pet hamster's chubby furry body...
Joe Morelli lies motionless in silent regrets and despair. And at the sight of the still body of Rex, Lula panics.
Nope, there's no way she's gonna let the Bat Pet die in her care. So she grabs the little hamster from Tank's hand, takes a deep long breath, and gives Joe Morelli a mouth-to-mouth resuscitation...
And the first clear thought comes into the little hamster's head after the shock finally recedes is that he likes Tank's kiss a lot better.