Flik and Atta

After the late-night party on Ant Island to celebrate now-Queen Atta's coronation and the defeat of the grasshoppers, the new monarch found Flik, the ant court's inventor, in the crowd.

"Flik, can I talk to you alone?" she asked.

"Sure, Princess…I mean Your Majesty," Flik stammered, still adjusting to her new title. He didn't notice the Circus Bugs smirk knowingly as Atta led him up to the cliff overlooking the chasm of the dried creek bed that bordered the island. Flik turned to her as she began to speak.

"Flik, I wanted to ask you something very important. I can't believe it myself sometimes, but…" and here she blushed, "I've fallen in love with you."

Flik stared at her, hardly daring to believe what she had said. He loved her just as much; he just didn't think she could return his feelings.

"Your Majesty…I…I'm honored, but I wonder if maybe you're mistaken. It's been so crazy with the defeat of Hopper, the Circus Bugs, the bird…"

Atta just smiled and shook her head. He was so adorable when he got flustered, but he had to know she had not made a mistake. In a few strides, she had backed him up against the stalk off a dandelion puff, wrapped her arms around him and silenced him with a long kiss on the lips.

Flik was shocked as he felt Atta's lips mold and flow against his own. She tasted so sweet, sweeter than he had even imagined. A breeze picked up, and the dandelion puff was carried away on it, taking the two ants with it! Surprised, Atta gasped into Flik's mouth and pressed tightly against him and the stalk, now extending her embrace around the green stem, so they would not fall.

Flik now found the courage to openly kiss the Queen back. He nibbled on her lips, tentatively at first and then more boldly. Atta moaned, and Flik was elated that he was affecting her this way. Atta felt her wings flutter in excitement, lifting just a few inches off the ground. Flik seized her and pulled her back to his level, assertively wrapping his arms around her waist, before his hands bravely groped lower and caressed her abdomen. Atta moaned louder and hitched her one leg up around his waist. She pressed even further against Flik, her love, the bravest ant she had ever met. At long last, Flik took Atta's face in his hands and reluctantly pried her lips from his.

"Atta," he said quietly, almost sadly. "I love you too, but…if we wanted to be together, I would have to become King."

"And why shouldn't you be?" Atta countered, reaching for him, desperate to kiss him again, to feel his body against hers. "You'd make an excellent King! I choose you as my mate!"

"Atta, listen to me. I'm honored that you think so much of me. But, I don't want to take away the power you've just gotten. You've prepared yourself to be Queen your whole life! I don't want our love and a marriage to take that chance away from you. You deserve to lead us! Besides, what do I know about running a kingdom? Nothing."

"You saved our Island from an entire fleet of grasshoppers!"

"That's defending a kingdom, not leading it. So maybe I'd make a good General. But not a King! And for the record, the Circus Bugs did most of the work.."

Atta placed a finger to his lips to silence him. "Sssh. Don't sell yourself short. I understand. You want what's best for me. We won't marry, but I will not marry anyone else either. Everyone on Ant Island will know that you are my mate in all but law. I love you, and you alone."

Flik smiled softly. "I think that's an excellent idea." They kissed chastely.

"And now," Atta smiled. "Let's get back to that party before the others come looking for us to see what we're up to."

Flik grinned. "You know Dot already has by now. She is so nosy!" And with that, Atta flew herself and Flik back to the Island to rejoin the party.