Disclaimer: I can hope, wish and dream that I own SpongeBob, but it's just wishful thinking. Stephen Hilenburg is the owner.
Title: Love Potion 2
Finally, after what seemed like a hundred years of beauty sleep, which was what the sponge had thought, her eyes flickered open. His hand had been itching desperately to dial the hospital earlier, so witnessing her recovery spread a surge of relief throughout his body. Tightly clamping his mouth shut, SpongeBob refrained himself from shouting in joy, in fear that it might startle her.
"Welcome back, Sandy." he whispered as cheerfully as he could. "You're finally awake."
"I am?" she spoke questioningly slow, not believing that it was true.
He nod his head assuringly. "You sure are," he replied. "Y'know, you really had me worried there Sandy. I thought that you were, it just seemed so..." he paused, shaking his head and getting a hold of his emotions. "All I know was that when you passed out in the lab, even I nearly passed out myself." He grinned. "Thank Neptune I didn't, cause I managed to catch you before you fell."
Her eyes look up at him in gratitude. When attempting to voice out her gratefulness, she became breathless seconds later.
"Like I said, no big deal. I'm just glad you're okay." To prove his point, he stretched his arms, holding Sandy's hands in his.
Her breath hitched.
Her heart for a millisecond stopped.
Such an action radiates a burning warmth through her body that won't be put out easily, unless there's an antidote. Unintentionally, the sponge is the one to blame for this. SpongeBob's brow's furrow in concern at her, when the squirrel's body jolts upright in a freaky unusual manner. The sight of her dark brown eyes dilated doesn't ease his concerns either. Before he can voice out his concerns, she speaks.
"I should reward you, no. I will reward you." she states, arcing her head at him.
The robotic manner in how she does what she does unsettles the sponge slightly. "Er, that's not necessary. You don't need to go that far, Sandy."
Her hands grasps his; desperately and pleadingly.
"Please," she begs. "I'd be the biggest low-life in the state of Texas if I couldn't thank my saviour in the best way possible."
The sponge failed to form out words, probably due to being abashed by her praise. The Texan has never complimented him to such extents as to now.
"S-Sandy, I'm not that great, you-"
"I think you are." is her counter response to his. Blunt and brief. "I also think that you're so much more than great."
"Really? Ya think so?"
Wearing a smile, the squirrel nods her head and stretches a hand to hold his.
"I'm taken back that y'all don't know charmin' qualities 'bout yourself." she replies in false disbelief. "Don't ya know that you're without a doubt, the sweetest thing under the sea?" she questions, looking up expectantly at him.
SpongeBob shakes his head modestly, signifying no.
"My, oh my, say it isn't so. Why, you're sweeter than melted honey!" she exclaims, tapping his bubble helmet affectionately. "Please me, by tellin' me that ya know at least that you're the funniest guy I've ever had to pleasure to meet."
His brows raise up. "The funniest?" he questions warily, inwardly wishing Sandy really thinks that of him.
His doubtfulness causes her to chuckle softly.
"Definitely." is Sandy's firm reply. When her eyes meet his, his blue Cerulean ones-the inferno still occurring in the squirrel's body makes itself present. With the tints of red on her cheeks, the Texan female bites her lips and shys away from his eyes to settle her sight on their hands linked. Slowly and gently, she soothingly begins to trace the sponge's knuckles with her thumb as if she was handling precious and forbidden treasure. The yellow male has no clue at how her heart is soaring at the moment. He sees no issues with her overly-friendly(ish) affectionate acts.
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"SpongeBob?"
"Yeah?"
Sandy pauses, eyes focusing on her two brown-furred fingers, toying and carefully caressing the fry cook's well-liked and well-kept red tie. One should note the amount times the squirrel has been touching the sponge. Somehow, the yellow male innocently sees no issues with her overly-friendly(ish) affectionate acts.
The Texan casts her eyes down to her bed spread. "Would you hold it against me, if I told ya..." she trails off. SpongeBob picks up on this.
"Told me?" he asks, truly curious to know.
"Told you," the squirrel states slowly on purpose, once seeing the sponge's curiosity. "that I find you quite fetchin'."
The mini-sized SpongeBob's in SpongeBob's mind, frantically go through every grey cabinet of SpongeBob's precious memories to scavenge for the word 'fetching'. One mini-sized SpongeBob with the 'three kids' found the word and it's meaning.
'Attractive!?'
The blush surrounding his face set her off. She felt such a delight within her that her words had affected him in such a way. Her once soft chuckles, turned into loud laughter which SpongeBob couldn't help but join embarrassingly alongside side her.
Tapping his bubble helmet with fondness once more, she spoke.
"Wanna stop by my place tomorrow for some tea and cookies?" she asked, as her fingers previously caressing the well-liked and well-kept red tie shifted to circling a widely known ideogram on his chest. Abruptly; she stopped when her body temperature rose high. "I'd love for us to spend 'quality' time with one another." she murmured.
SpongeBob as naïve as he was, did feel a disturbance in the air when Sandy stopped circling his chest. It could be considered weird that he didn't have a problem before when she was doing so, arguably flirtatiously. Still, at her response of spending time with him, the fry cook felt the same sentiments and agreed with a grin. Unknown to the lil' spongy man, there was a gleam in her brown eyes at his reply. Also unknown to the spongy man, the mischievous gleam in her brown eyes determined the 'quality time' he'd be in for tomorrow and the following days after.
A/N: So...what kind of 'shape' was Sandy circling on SpongeBob's chest, and what kind of 'excitement' will he be in tomorrow? Constructed criticism and advice is very much welcomed.