Title: Dollhouse
Summary: (Original Prompt) Bonnie is given a large doll house. In her excitement, she accidentally leaves Buzz and Jessie alone in the doll house overnight.
Bonus points if Woody surprises them in the morning.
Characters/Pairings: Jessie/Buzz
Notes: A prompt for the Livejournal Disney_kink meme. I love that I decided to fill a prompt for this and did the fluffiest one I could do. I guess I know what I'm good at. In all honesty, I'm super proud of how this one came out. I wasn't expecting it to be this long and random but I kinda love it. Hope you enjoy too ^_^
The second the lights clicked off in the bedroom, Jessie jumped out of toy mode. She tried to steady her breath as it came out ragged and terrified. It was dark in here- way too dark. The cowgirl would never ever be able to handle the dark even when she knew there was nothing to be afraid of. Her breathing slowed as she told herself over and over again this wasn't storage, that she'd be fine.
Why had Bonnie left her in here anyway? Earlier that day, Bonnie's mother had brought a new present into the bedroom. She had been digging through the attic and found a large dollhouse from her childhood. After making Bonnie promise to treat it well, she had bestowed the gift on the little girl much to her elation. Bonnie had immediately begun playing with the establishment but, in typical Bonnie fashion, it had been anything but an ordinary house. It was a restaurant then a secret hideout then a futuristic moon base and finally the most epic of epically haunted houses. Jessie had been fighting ghosts, if she had remembered correctly, and after scaring a large group of them off Bonnie had placed her in the upper most bedroom so that Trixie could capture the rest. Apparently, in the excitement between the end of playtime and preparation for bedtime, Bonnie had forgotten where she had put her toy. Bonnie's mom had tucked the girl in and pushed the dollhouse up against the back wall.
That explains the darkness, Jessie mused, standing up from the floor. She was suddenly thankful for just how big the doll house was. Most of the cheapy Barbie sized houses were far too small for the cowgirl doll. She'd have to hunch over or take off her hat. By comparison, this house was enormous, almost as if it had been built with her proportions in mind. She looked around the dark bedroom, trying to let her eyes adjust. Only a small amount of light from Bonnie's nightlight managed to make it through the dollhouse window and cast a checkerboard pattern on the carpet.
Suddenly, Jessie saw something out of the corner of her eyes; a dull green glow. She thought she had imagined it, but when she moved her head to get a better look through the doorway a smile spread across her face. "Buzz?" she whispered.
The light source began to move and she heard the familiar sound of plastic joints. "Jessie? What are you doing in here?"
Jessie hurried for the door and nearly ran right into the Space Ranger. She couldn't help but grin harder when she saw him in all his glowing glory. "Bonnie must've left us both here," she said, giving him a quick hug, all her fears of the dark suddenly disappearing.
Buzz let out a nervous chuckle. "I guess so. Too excited chasing ghosts." They walked down the hall a bit until they reached a small plastic elevator in the middle of the house. "Should we go exploring?" Buzz asked, opening up the door for her.
Jessie nodded vigorously and stepped into the car. Buzz, began to close the door, but she moved to stop him. "There's room enough for two," she offered, with a slight eyebrow raise.
Buzz shifted for a moment as if he was about to decline the invitation, but stepped forward into the car to join her. The two toys barely fit in the elevator that probably wasn't meant for even one of them. Finally, Jessie grabbed Buzz's hands and placed them around her waist, pressing close to him. Buzz swallowed hard but the car started moving and he held on to her.
They reached the ground floor and somehow Jessie managed to open the door and pry herself out of the elevator. She grabbed Buzz's hand and practically dragged him through the house. They passed a big living room fully furnished with plastic and wooden furniture. Eventually, they ended up in the kitchen. It too was fully furnished and even came with its own play food and drink. Jessie opened the refrigerator door and stared intently at the sticker inside of it depicting various delicacies.
"Anything look appetizing?" Buzz asked, peering over her shoulder.
Jessie scrunched up her face. "Not unless you like paper and glue."
Buzz laughed. "Well if we're going to be playing house then we better find something better than that."
"Playing house," Jessie repeated, quietly as she stepped away from the fridge. There was something about her tone that made Buzz feel uncomfortable. "I don't know," she said, running her fingers across the top of the kitchen table. "I always heard you were a bigger fan of tea parties." Her green eyes darted up from the table to meet his. Her face was far too serious for what she was saying.
Buzz gulped and tried to speak but only a squeak came out. "I.." he started, trying to regain his composure. "What are you talking about?"
Jessie's face didn't change but the corners of her mouth turned up ever so slightly. "From what I hear you make a mean Darjeeling."
"How- How do you know about…"
Jessie's pointed look stopped him mid-sentence. "I've lived with ya'll for almost 11 years. You think no one was going to tell me about the infamous Mrs. Nesbit." Buzz felt all the color drain from his face. "Come on, Buzz! You know Hamm and Mr. Potato Head were practically fighting each other over who got to tell me first- especially since you told them not to tell me."
Her thin red eyebrow had risen to a dangerous level and Buzz knew he was in trouble. "I just," he tried again, then mumbled, "I was in a dark place."
Buzz had expected her to continue berating him or to grow more angry that he hadn't told her himself, instead Jessie did the last thing he expected and burst into an almost hysterical giggle. She held on to her sides and laughed until she could barely breathe. The space ranger's confidence flew out the dollhouse window with every second that ticked by. "Are you through yet?" he finally asked her, his arms crossed over her chest.
Jessie held out her hand as an indication to give her a moment to compose herself and took a few calming breaths. Finally, she stood up right, cleared her throat and looked directly at Buzz. "Just tell me one thing," she said. "Did the apron really make you look fat?"
Buzz's jaw flapped open like a fish as Jessie broke into another bought of laughter. Buzz finally closed his mouth and simply watched her in astonishment. After another moment, she calmed herself again. "I'm sorry, I'm fine." She said, a grin still prominent on her face.
"Maybe we should just go back up to the bedrooms." Buzz suggested, turning away from her. Jessie's smile fell instantly. "I'm pretty sure you nearly woke up the whole room with that outburst."
Before Jessie could say anything, Buzz started to walk away. The cowgirl pursed her lips and slowly followed after him. They took the stairs this time instead of the elevator and made the ascent in silence.
When they reached the bedrooms, Buzz headed for the room he had been left in. Jessie hesitated at the door of her own room. She turned around to see Buzz had gone inside without even saying goodnight.
After a second of thinking, Jessie softly made her way over to the other room. From the doorway she could see Buzz sitting on the bed, his silhouette glowing on the bed and his head hung low. Jessie sighed, before knocking gently on the door and walking into the room. "Do ya mind if I sleep in here?" She said. "It's just too dark in that other room."
She made her way over to the bed and cautiously sat down next to him. Buzz's head was still hanging and he would not look at her. Jessie reached out and placed her hand on top of his and squeezed it gently. "I'm sorry," she said and she meant it more than anything. "I know I took it too far. I shouldn't have made fun of you."
Buzz sighed and squeezed her hand back. "It's not your fault. I should have told you about all of that a long time ago."
"So we're both dumb," she said hopefully and Buzz finally looked up and smiled at her.
"Something like that."
There was a long but not awkward pause.
"So…" Jessie said, kicking her feet against the bed innocently, "Kids are gone; we've got the house to ourselves. What do ya wanna do?"
Buzz smirked putting an arm around her waist and pulling her toward him. Jessie giggled and put her own arms around his neck as he kissed her. She broke away suddenly and placed a finger up to his lips to stop him. "Can I just ask you one more thing?"
Buzz knew it was a trap but he replied with a "Sure" anyway.
"Does this mean I'm Mr. Nesbit?" Her Cheshire smile was so large it seemed to engulf her whole face. Buzz glared, but deep down he knew he could never really stay mad at her.
"That's it!" he declared, flipped her over on to the bed and began tickling her into submission.
The next morning, after Bonnie had gone to Sunnyside, Woody began to wonder where Buzz and Jessie had gone off to. No one else had seen them since the previous playtime. He suddenly remembered the haunted house and hurried over to the dollhouse. He squeezed himself past the wall and into the open rooms and quickly made his way upstairs. When he got to the bedrooms he found one empty, not even having been slept in and in the other were his two best friends. They were lying on the bed together; arms wrapped tightly around one another as they slept soundly.
Woody crept closer to the bed and then in an obnoxiously loud voice said, "Aww, if it isn't Mr. and Mrs. Lightyear!"
Jessie and Buzz both started from their sleep and looked up at the cowboy in surprise. As Woody began to laugh, Buzz fell back on the bed and mumbled "That's Nesbit to you." Jessie, despite her half-awake state, heard his rebuttal and promptly burst into laughter leaving Woody looking confused and Buzz with a satisfied smile.