CHAPTER 18 – Perfect Fit

That evening, Jessie was waiting at the tea table. She was punctual as always, the clock on Bonnie's bedside table read 8.54pm. Bonnie was asleep, cuddling Buttercup in her arms. The rest of the room was still and peaceful...then a dull thud met Jessie's ears, and she turned to see Buzz land the other side of the table. Bonnie, she had noticed earlier, had left him up on the desk by her lamp.

Buzz appeared around the side of the table and seemed surprised to see her there so early. It was then she noticed the long stick that protruded from Buzz's belt. "Buzz Lightyear, is that a match in your belt, or are you just pleased to see me?" She giggled and pointed.

Buzz grinned awkwardly. "It's a match, but yes, I am pleased to see you. C'mon." He lifted the tea table cloth and Jessie ducked underneath. Her eyes were still adjusting to the dark when behind her the match Buzz had been holding flared into life. He lit a tea candle sitting in a small blue holder on the floor, which Jessie hadn't been able to see in the near dark.

Buzz motioned for her to sit, and she was glad of it, since her legs were shaking. She realised suddenly there was no audience, no one to applaud or watch their sincere affections for each other. Just her and Buzz, alone in the candlelight.

Buzz flopped down and looked at her. "So," he started, awkwardly.

"So..." Jessie returned, her green eyes looking fondly at him. She patted the blanket under her. "This is nice."

"Thanks. I know you're not really a romantic but I thought you might like it." Buzz said softly.

Jessie curled her legs under her. "I love what you've done with the place," she giggled, and Buzz laughed.

"You do? Its 16th century textile," he indicated the cloth, and Jessie giggled even harder. "I was going to get Michelangelo to paint the ceiling but he was pretty busy being, you know, dead."

Jessie was still laughing. "You're so funny," she wiped her tears of mirth away.

"I don't have to be funny. I could be...I dunno...serious, if you like," Buzz inched over to her and Jessie swallowed hard as she realised how close they were sitting. Buzz's hand reached for hers and she murmured as he softly kissed her cheek.

"I meant what I said Jessie. I like you, and I missed you," he murmured in her ear, and she sighed.

"I might not be a romantic but I know passion when I hear it," she whispered back, and saw him smile.

"I guess I need to add getting buried alive to that list of fates for a toy, huh?" Buzz whispered as Jessie turned her head to kiss him.

"Shush, Buzziekins. You're here with me now, and that's all I care about," she kissed him on the nose and then let her lips linger on his mouth just a second longer than they should have done.

Buzz pulled her onto his lap so she was sitting across him, and dipped her backwards. "That's El Buzziekins to you, Bazooka Jane."

Jessie poked his arm. "And that's Miss Bazooka Jane to you, space nut."

"Who are you calling a nut?"

"You!" Jessie retorted, and Buzz tickled her. Jessie squealed.

"Ok, ok I give," she cried out, and Buzz let her up. "But you're still Buzzienut," she declared. Buzz leaned forwards, grabbed her over his lap again and resumed his tickling.

Then before she knew what had happened he was on top of her, kissing her wildly, in ways she'd only dreamed of. "Buzz," she murmured between hot, passionate kisses, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes she would have sworn that Buzz had not been switched back to Play mode; and that he was still in Spanish mode.

Except for the fact he was calling her Jessie, not desert flower, or anything similar gave it away. His lips had found her neckline and he was kissing her all along her collarbone.

"Buzz," she murmured, wriggling off his lap, noting his look of disappointment.

"I was enjoying that," he grumbled, as she stood up. She reached for his hand, and pulled him up.

"Come here," she whispered, "And bring the blanket..."

Buzz obliged, blowing out the candle. "Where are we going?" he whispered, as they walked out from under the table.

"Up here," whispered Jessie, pulling him along with her towards the desk. "I thought you would like this," she added, as they climbed up onto the desk. The moonlight illuminated the space on the desk, and Buzz noticed how it made her hair shine softly.

She took charge, whipping the blanket off Buzz. She pulled across the half empty box of tissues sitting on the edge of the desk, and threw the blanket across it. She took off her hat and laid it gently next to the box, before hopping under the blanket.

"Mm, cosy AND soft," she giggled. Buzz watched her and fidgeted.

"Buzz, c'mon, what s the matter?" Jessie held up the blanket.

"Oh!" Buzz suddenly got it. "You want me to...uh?" He pointed to the space besides the cowgirl doll, and she nodded with a smile. "Well...ok..." he gave in and climbed in besides her.

"Ouch, Buzz," laughed Jessie, as he lay on her leg by mistake.

"Oops, sorry," Buzz apologised, wriggling away a little to give her some room.

"It's ok," Jessie soothed, cuddling closer. She glanced down with a smile. "Well, lookit that. A perfect fit," she looked up at Buzz, nestled her head gently onto his shoulder and closed her eyes. Buzz hitched the blanket around them both, kissing her forehead gently.

"Goodnight, Jessie," he whispered, closing his eyes as he felt her press more closely to him. He put one arm over her waist as he drifted off into a peaceful slumber.