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aloneindarknes7Title: Penguin Adventures 41-50
Author: Jordan Herbert
Pairing: Rico/Kowalski, Blowhole/Kowalski, and hints of Skipper/Private
Fandom: Penguins of Madagascar
Rating: Pg-13 for this batch
Word Count: 2,782
Warning: Homosexual relationships, human!verse, short gender bending moment, and AU
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them. Yay!
Author's Note: Okay, so here's some more! Sorry about not uploading for a while, but real life is busy using me as a punching bag.
Scandal
“No need for anyone to panic, but I accidentally transformed myself into a girl.” Kowalski announced as she walked out into the main room.
The other three stared at Kowalski’s new form. Rico eyed up Kowalski’s more slender looking legs and the breasts that had seemingly appeared out of no-where. And then he whistled appreciatively, earning a glare and a blush from Kowalski.
“Kowalski, explain.” Skipper demanded.
“I was working on the Fresh-inator in order to use it for the upcoming undercover mission into Blowhole’s lair. I thought I could tweak the genetics that the machine changed in order to make myself appear older, maybe even with facial hair, so that Blowhole wouldn’t suspect me of anything.” Kowalski sighed. “I tweaked the wrong genetics and now I’m a girl. Luckily I can reverse it.”
“No, this is perfect! Blowhole would never suspect a girl, yet alone you being a girl. You’re on for the undercover mission, Kowalski.” Skipper smiled. “But first we have to get you some proper clothing; yours are too big and too small in all the wrong places. Come on, I have women’s clothes in my closet.” Skipper announced as he jumped up from his seat on the couch, lazily tossing the remote over to Private.
“Um, Skippa, why do you have women’s clothes?” Private asked with a confused frown even as he caught the remote without taking his eyes off of his commanding officer.
Skipper tensed before turning a glare on the younger man. “That’s classified information, Private. Now, come on, Kowalski. I think I have the perfect outfit for you.” Skipper led Kowalski into his room and pushed open his closet. One half of the closet was the usual attire Skipper wore; namely his army clothes, workout clothes, occasional suits, and the one pair of jeans he owned. The other half was filled with an array of women’s clothes from dresses to skirts, to tight shirts, and even women’s underwear and makeup.
“Um, Skipper,” Kowalski frowned.
“Don’t worry, Kowalski, I’ll teach you how to be a proper woman. I learned from the best, after all, and if we really need help I know Marlene won’t mind stopping over.” Skipper assured and then scowled as he realized his words. “And of course I only learned so that I could have even more disguises.” He stared at Kowalski, daring the other to say something before he reached in for two bras. “Now, do you feel more like a B or a C cup?”
Looking
Kowalski faltered writing in the notebook and looked over her shoulder. “Um, Dr. Blowhole, sir, is there a reason you keep looking at me like that?”
“Yeah, who are you again?” Blowhole asked as he looked Kowalski up and down.
“I’m your new intern, Ko-ah, Kori.” Kowalski smiled sweetly and batted her eyelashes.
“New intern? I thought I stopped volunteering for that last year after Phillip.” Blowhole frowned. “He was terrible.”
“Oh, Phillip, I remember him. Yes, he was a disgrace to the name of an evil intern; couldn’t be able to tell the difference between the structure of an ice-ray and an ice-beam. Trust me, sir, I won’t let you down.” Kowalski saluted.
“Let’s see if that’s true,” Blowhole grabbed Kowalski’s notebook and glanced over the notes and the different calculations that Kowalski had written down. “These are all correct,” Blowhole’s eye widened and he glanced from the notebook to the giant dry-erase board attached to the wall. “Huh, my scientists forgot to carry that one. But you caught it. Why didn’t you say anything?” Blowhole asked as he went up to the board and corrected the problem.
“I, uh, didn’t think it was my place, sir. I am just a lowly intern, and, well, female.” Kowalski fiddled with the bottom of her shirt.
“From now on I want you to tell me any corrections you might find. Don’t be afraid to speak up; if you want to succeed in the evil business you need to be confident. And a beautiful, brilliant woman like yourself has much to be confident about.” Blowhole leered as he handed Kowalski back her notebook.
“Thank you, sir.” Kowalski blushed as she reached out for her notebook. Blowhole caught her hand first though and placed a kiss to the top of it.
“I’ll be keeping my eye on you from now on, Kori, I feel like I can expect a lot from you in the future.” Blowhole declared as he walked away, leaving Kowalski with a bad feeling in her gut.
Escape
“Kowalski, what are you doing calling in at a time like this? It’s not the time we had planned for your call.” Skipper scolded.
“Skipper, we have to call this mission off right away. I need to escape from here before it’s too late.” Kowalski’s rushed whisper sounded desperate over the communicator.
“Speak to me, Kowalski, what’s wrong? What’s about to happen?” Skipper asked.
“Blowhole asked me to dine with him tonight.” Kowalski explained.
Private looked from Rico to Skipper. “Um, what?”
“It’s a date!” Kowalski squeaked over the phone. “Blowhole wants to go on a date with me and I agreed because I didn’t know what else to do but I don’t wanna go. Skipper,” Kowalski whined, “what if he tries something?”
“On the first date? Just tell him you’re not that type of girl, Kowalski. Also, you should wear that black skirt I packed for you; it’ll show off your legs.” Skipper advised. “Now, get off the phone, get ready for your date, and call us afterwards.”
“But Skipper!” Skipper hung up before Kowalski had more of a chance to complain.
“Good for Kowalski,” Skipper looked at his other teammates. “Rico, what’s the matter with you?” Rico grumbled a response as he headed towards the workout room. A loud explosion was heard shortly after, making Skipper frown. “He must have exploded the punching bag again. What’s got him so upset?” He asked Private.
Private shrugged with a nervous grin. “Maybe he thinks we should go save K’walski?”
“Nah, this experience will give Kowalski the chance to learn more about Blowhole. It’s a perfect Intel mission.” Skipper declared with a smile.
Railway
“Nothing like traveling by train, huh, boys?” Skipper smiled at his team in the small, private room they had on the train.
“I didn’t even know trains still carried people,” Private admitted. “I thought they were only use for transportin’ goods like coal and, um, other goods.”
“Actually, Private, it’s quite common for people to travel by train over large distances in most countries.” Kowalski explained as he flipped a page in the book he was reading while they travelled. “It’s why Dr. Blowhole was trying so hard to figure out how to control the world’s railroad stations.”
“And you figured this out before or after your date with him?” Skipper smirked as Kowalski’s face went red.
“We all promised to never talk about that again!” Kowalski hissed, giving Rico the Evil Eye when the other man snickered at his embarrassment. “I’m going to ignore all of you now for the remaining train trip.”
“Yeah, good luck with that.” Skipper stated smugly.
Named
“I decided to call it Mort.” Julien explained as the four Penguin members stared at the small dog currently humping the man’s leg.
“Uh, why Mort?” Skipper dared to ask.
“That’s the noise it makes when I kick it!” Julien grinned as he pulled his leg away from the creepy, yet adorable small animal and then swung it forward with brutal accuracy. The tiny dog flew across the room and hit the opposite wall, making a sound that oddly did sound like a cry of “Mort.”
“He likes feet,” Julien frowned with the statement. “He has already chewed on three of my designer shoes.”
“Huh, okay. Aside from your creepy new dog with the foot fetish and sad eyes, why are we here?” Skipper questioned, trying to get back to business. When Julien grinned widely, Skipper sighed in preparation of the disaster task before him and his men.
Friend
“Good friend,” Rico clapped Private on the back before he pushed the smaller man in front of Kowalski’s door. Private sighed as he pushed the door open and popped his head in.
“Um, K’walski, can I talk to you?” Private requested as he walked into the room, leaving Rico to wait outside the room, no doubt pressed against the wall listening.
“Of course, Private, what can I help you with?” Kowalski asked as he placed his beakers down and smiled at the British man.
“It’s just that, well, my friend really likes you. But he’s not too good with words and doesn’t know quite how to go about telling you.” Private explained. “He’s liked you for a very long time and now that you’ve officially come out, he’s thought about the possibility of being with you.”
Kowalski frowned. He knew where this was going. He’d seen this exact setup on the television before, after all. It was easy to tell that Private was trying to admit his crush on him. “Well, Private, I think it might be best if your “friend” and I just remain friends, seeing as a relationship would add complications to our team’s dynamic.”
“Oh,” Private’s face fell and Kowalski felt his heart tighten at the sad expression. He pulled Private into a hug and patted his back.
“I’m sure you’ll get over your crush on me, Private.” Kowalski prompted with a gentle smile.
“What? You think it’s me?” Private asked.
“It’s okay, Private, you don’t have to pretend anymore. You’re a sweet boy, Private, but you’re just too young for me, and well, the truth is I have my own crush and I think I might have a chance with him. I’m sorry.” Kowalski admitted as he pulled away from the hug.
“Who are you crushing on?” Private questioned, hoping that things weren’t about to be made really complicated.
“Well,” Kowalski’s cheeks turned a rosy red as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve been getting signals from Rico for a while and I think we might make a very compatible couple if…” Kowalski trailed off as Rico cheered happily from the hallway.
Private chuckled. “I suppose my friend doesn’t need me to relay the message then.”
Kowalski’s face went bright red as Rico leaned against the doorway. “Hey, ‘Walski,” he licked his lips.
“I’ll be going then.” Private walked past Rico as the other walked into the room, the two exchanging high-fives.
“Ri-Rico, how long, um, uh, have you been out there the entire time?” Kowalski’s voice was a high squeak before it broke off into a moan. Private peeked into the room just in time to see their first kiss as Rico cradled Kowalski’s face gently. Private smiled happily as he closed the door behind him.
Laughter
Skipper looked at Kowalski’s face and then to Rico’s face and then back down to their connecting hands as they stood patiently before their commanding officer. “New relationship, huh? Good on you two,” Skipper nodded approvingly. “I thought you would never stop dancing around each other. It’s been getting kind of annoying to watch. Really wanted to just slap some sense into the both of you, but I’m glad you both figured it out.”
“Yes, well, it took a lot of help from Private.” Kowalski admitted.
“Good work, Private.” Skipper clapped the other on the back. “Now, boys, let me just say as your friend that if either one of you break the other’s heart, I’ll kill you both. The one for being whiny over the breakup, because you’re both terrible after breakups, and then the other for breaking my friend’s heart.”
The two laughed nervously and squeezed their connecting hands as they looked from each other to Skipper.
“As your commanding officer, let me just say that this better not affect our missions.” Skipper smiled. “Other than that, I wish you both happiness and you’d better follow these new rules. New rule numbero uno; no PDAs above a Pg rating, we don’t want young Private to see anything he’s not meant to, after all. Number two; when anyone else is home, you two must keep your intimate activities to the bedroom. If you’re the only ones in the house, then go nuts. I know I’ve had my fair share of times on the kitchen table.” Skipper smiled nostalgically as Kowalski twitched at the mental image. “And number three; no,” Skipper paused and covered Private’s ears, “no penetration the night before a mission. I don’t need either one of you limping around the next day.” He uncovered Private’s ears. “Comprende?”
“Crystal clear, Skipper!” Kowalski saluted.
“Uh-huh,” Rico nodded and saluted as well.
“Good. You two are dismissed then.” Skipper grinned. Kowalski walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet beneath the sink, grabbing a brush, soap, and gloves. “Kowalski, what are you doing? I thought you’d want to spend some time with your boy.”
“Right after I disinfect the table, Skipper.” Kowalski muttered as he dumped the bottle of soap onto the table and began scrubbing.
Trading
“For today’s lesson,” the dance instructor began, “I want everyone to trade partners. Everyone has been getting too comfortable with their dance partner. A good dancer knows how to work out of their comfort zone.”
Rico’s eyes went wide and he growled as he gripped Kowalski’s hand tighter in his grasp, making the intellectual cringe. “Rico, it’s just for one day.” Kowalski tried to reason with his boyfriend. It still made him mentally giddy to think of Rico being his official boyfriend, even if it had only been confirmed for a week.
Frowning, Rico released Kowalski’s hand, only to grab the slightly taller man’s face and plant a wet, noisy kiss for all to view. Kowalski’s face was bright red as Rico nodded and wandered over to one of the girls in the class, claiming her as his dance partner for the day. He was satisfied now that he had made it perfectly clear that Kowalski belonged to him, even if he would dance with another.
Natural
“Rico!” Kowalski’s scream followed after the loud explosion from his lab.
Rico chuckled from the kitchen table as he finished off the last piece of sushi he had been eating for lunch. Skipper didn’t look up from his bottled ship even when Private frowned and asked, “How can you still start prank wars with K’walski when you’re dating him?”
“It’s just natural for them, Private.” Skipper stated, still not removing his attention from his boat.
Kowalski stormed into the room with purple goo covering his face except for the area where his lab goggles had obviously been. He glared daggers at Rico. “I will have my revenge, it will be swift and when you least expect it.” Rico smirked confidently, knowing that he had won the last seven of their nine prank wars. “I mean it, you crossed a line this time.” Kowalski declared. “Once we start having sex, I’m going to cut you off.” Kowalski grinned as he watched Rico’s face fall. “Yeah, that’s right. That’ll teach you to think twice before you mess with my new chemical set.”
He started after the room, afterwards calling back to the still horrified Rico, “I’m also going to do something horrible to your food when you’re not looking.”
Reluctance
“Well, well, Skipper, I didn’t expect to find you here.” Skipper stilled as he turned around, a glare already on his face.
“Hans,” he spit the word out to indicate the bad taste it left in his mouth. “I shouldn’t have been surprised that you would see through my disguise. You’re the only one who knows my real identity at this organization.”
“Really?” Hans smirked. “Oh, Skipper, you really do not have anything to be ashamed of. The Lunacorns convention is for people of all ages.”
“I’m only here because Private is sick but he’ll whine for years if he missed out on the opportunity to get autographs from these voice actors.” Skipper admitted with a sigh as he fixed his fake mustache.
“Ah, I see. Shame,” Hans frowned, “I was hoping we could discuss our favorite episodes and the characters together.”
“No and never. Now shut up unless you can tell me how long this wait will be. I feel like this line goes on for miles.” Skipper grumbled.
“The wait should be about an hour.” Hans admitted over Skipper’s groan. Hans smiled and pulled out a deck of cards. “Want to play? I just bought these here. They have all the Lunacorns characters on them.” He grinned proudly of his recent purchase.
Skipper groaned again in defeat. “Fine, if it’ll kill the time.”
Author: Jordan Herbert
Pairing: Rico/Kowalski, Blowhole/Kowalski, and hints of Skipper/Private
Fandom: Penguins of Madagascar
Rating: Pg-13 for this batch
Word Count: 2,782
Warning: Homosexual relationships, human!verse, short gender bending moment, and AU
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them. Yay!
Author's Note: Okay, so here's some more! Sorry about not uploading for a while, but real life is busy using me as a punching bag.
Scandal
“No need for anyone to panic, but I accidentally transformed myself into a girl.” Kowalski announced as she walked out into the main room.
The other three stared at Kowalski’s new form. Rico eyed up Kowalski’s more slender looking legs and the breasts that had seemingly appeared out of no-where. And then he whistled appreciatively, earning a glare and a blush from Kowalski.
“Kowalski, explain.” Skipper demanded.
“I was working on the Fresh-inator in order to use it for the upcoming undercover mission into Blowhole’s lair. I thought I could tweak the genetics that the machine changed in order to make myself appear older, maybe even with facial hair, so that Blowhole wouldn’t suspect me of anything.” Kowalski sighed. “I tweaked the wrong genetics and now I’m a girl. Luckily I can reverse it.”
“No, this is perfect! Blowhole would never suspect a girl, yet alone you being a girl. You’re on for the undercover mission, Kowalski.” Skipper smiled. “But first we have to get you some proper clothing; yours are too big and too small in all the wrong places. Come on, I have women’s clothes in my closet.” Skipper announced as he jumped up from his seat on the couch, lazily tossing the remote over to Private.
“Um, Skippa, why do you have women’s clothes?” Private asked with a confused frown even as he caught the remote without taking his eyes off of his commanding officer.
Skipper tensed before turning a glare on the younger man. “That’s classified information, Private. Now, come on, Kowalski. I think I have the perfect outfit for you.” Skipper led Kowalski into his room and pushed open his closet. One half of the closet was the usual attire Skipper wore; namely his army clothes, workout clothes, occasional suits, and the one pair of jeans he owned. The other half was filled with an array of women’s clothes from dresses to skirts, to tight shirts, and even women’s underwear and makeup.
“Um, Skipper,” Kowalski frowned.
“Don’t worry, Kowalski, I’ll teach you how to be a proper woman. I learned from the best, after all, and if we really need help I know Marlene won’t mind stopping over.” Skipper assured and then scowled as he realized his words. “And of course I only learned so that I could have even more disguises.” He stared at Kowalski, daring the other to say something before he reached in for two bras. “Now, do you feel more like a B or a C cup?”
Looking
Kowalski faltered writing in the notebook and looked over her shoulder. “Um, Dr. Blowhole, sir, is there a reason you keep looking at me like that?”
“Yeah, who are you again?” Blowhole asked as he looked Kowalski up and down.
“I’m your new intern, Ko-ah, Kori.” Kowalski smiled sweetly and batted her eyelashes.
“New intern? I thought I stopped volunteering for that last year after Phillip.” Blowhole frowned. “He was terrible.”
“Oh, Phillip, I remember him. Yes, he was a disgrace to the name of an evil intern; couldn’t be able to tell the difference between the structure of an ice-ray and an ice-beam. Trust me, sir, I won’t let you down.” Kowalski saluted.
“Let’s see if that’s true,” Blowhole grabbed Kowalski’s notebook and glanced over the notes and the different calculations that Kowalski had written down. “These are all correct,” Blowhole’s eye widened and he glanced from the notebook to the giant dry-erase board attached to the wall. “Huh, my scientists forgot to carry that one. But you caught it. Why didn’t you say anything?” Blowhole asked as he went up to the board and corrected the problem.
“I, uh, didn’t think it was my place, sir. I am just a lowly intern, and, well, female.” Kowalski fiddled with the bottom of her shirt.
“From now on I want you to tell me any corrections you might find. Don’t be afraid to speak up; if you want to succeed in the evil business you need to be confident. And a beautiful, brilliant woman like yourself has much to be confident about.” Blowhole leered as he handed Kowalski back her notebook.
“Thank you, sir.” Kowalski blushed as she reached out for her notebook. Blowhole caught her hand first though and placed a kiss to the top of it.
“I’ll be keeping my eye on you from now on, Kori, I feel like I can expect a lot from you in the future.” Blowhole declared as he walked away, leaving Kowalski with a bad feeling in her gut.
Escape
“Kowalski, what are you doing calling in at a time like this? It’s not the time we had planned for your call.” Skipper scolded.
“Skipper, we have to call this mission off right away. I need to escape from here before it’s too late.” Kowalski’s rushed whisper sounded desperate over the communicator.
“Speak to me, Kowalski, what’s wrong? What’s about to happen?” Skipper asked.
“Blowhole asked me to dine with him tonight.” Kowalski explained.
Private looked from Rico to Skipper. “Um, what?”
“It’s a date!” Kowalski squeaked over the phone. “Blowhole wants to go on a date with me and I agreed because I didn’t know what else to do but I don’t wanna go. Skipper,” Kowalski whined, “what if he tries something?”
“On the first date? Just tell him you’re not that type of girl, Kowalski. Also, you should wear that black skirt I packed for you; it’ll show off your legs.” Skipper advised. “Now, get off the phone, get ready for your date, and call us afterwards.”
“But Skipper!” Skipper hung up before Kowalski had more of a chance to complain.
“Good for Kowalski,” Skipper looked at his other teammates. “Rico, what’s the matter with you?” Rico grumbled a response as he headed towards the workout room. A loud explosion was heard shortly after, making Skipper frown. “He must have exploded the punching bag again. What’s got him so upset?” He asked Private.
Private shrugged with a nervous grin. “Maybe he thinks we should go save K’walski?”
“Nah, this experience will give Kowalski the chance to learn more about Blowhole. It’s a perfect Intel mission.” Skipper declared with a smile.
Railway
“Nothing like traveling by train, huh, boys?” Skipper smiled at his team in the small, private room they had on the train.
“I didn’t even know trains still carried people,” Private admitted. “I thought they were only use for transportin’ goods like coal and, um, other goods.”
“Actually, Private, it’s quite common for people to travel by train over large distances in most countries.” Kowalski explained as he flipped a page in the book he was reading while they travelled. “It’s why Dr. Blowhole was trying so hard to figure out how to control the world’s railroad stations.”
“And you figured this out before or after your date with him?” Skipper smirked as Kowalski’s face went red.
“We all promised to never talk about that again!” Kowalski hissed, giving Rico the Evil Eye when the other man snickered at his embarrassment. “I’m going to ignore all of you now for the remaining train trip.”
“Yeah, good luck with that.” Skipper stated smugly.
Named
“I decided to call it Mort.” Julien explained as the four Penguin members stared at the small dog currently humping the man’s leg.
“Uh, why Mort?” Skipper dared to ask.
“That’s the noise it makes when I kick it!” Julien grinned as he pulled his leg away from the creepy, yet adorable small animal and then swung it forward with brutal accuracy. The tiny dog flew across the room and hit the opposite wall, making a sound that oddly did sound like a cry of “Mort.”
“He likes feet,” Julien frowned with the statement. “He has already chewed on three of my designer shoes.”
“Huh, okay. Aside from your creepy new dog with the foot fetish and sad eyes, why are we here?” Skipper questioned, trying to get back to business. When Julien grinned widely, Skipper sighed in preparation of the disaster task before him and his men.
Friend
“Good friend,” Rico clapped Private on the back before he pushed the smaller man in front of Kowalski’s door. Private sighed as he pushed the door open and popped his head in.
“Um, K’walski, can I talk to you?” Private requested as he walked into the room, leaving Rico to wait outside the room, no doubt pressed against the wall listening.
“Of course, Private, what can I help you with?” Kowalski asked as he placed his beakers down and smiled at the British man.
“It’s just that, well, my friend really likes you. But he’s not too good with words and doesn’t know quite how to go about telling you.” Private explained. “He’s liked you for a very long time and now that you’ve officially come out, he’s thought about the possibility of being with you.”
Kowalski frowned. He knew where this was going. He’d seen this exact setup on the television before, after all. It was easy to tell that Private was trying to admit his crush on him. “Well, Private, I think it might be best if your “friend” and I just remain friends, seeing as a relationship would add complications to our team’s dynamic.”
“Oh,” Private’s face fell and Kowalski felt his heart tighten at the sad expression. He pulled Private into a hug and patted his back.
“I’m sure you’ll get over your crush on me, Private.” Kowalski prompted with a gentle smile.
“What? You think it’s me?” Private asked.
“It’s okay, Private, you don’t have to pretend anymore. You’re a sweet boy, Private, but you’re just too young for me, and well, the truth is I have my own crush and I think I might have a chance with him. I’m sorry.” Kowalski admitted as he pulled away from the hug.
“Who are you crushing on?” Private questioned, hoping that things weren’t about to be made really complicated.
“Well,” Kowalski’s cheeks turned a rosy red as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve been getting signals from Rico for a while and I think we might make a very compatible couple if…” Kowalski trailed off as Rico cheered happily from the hallway.
Private chuckled. “I suppose my friend doesn’t need me to relay the message then.”
Kowalski’s face went bright red as Rico leaned against the doorway. “Hey, ‘Walski,” he licked his lips.
“I’ll be going then.” Private walked past Rico as the other walked into the room, the two exchanging high-fives.
“Ri-Rico, how long, um, uh, have you been out there the entire time?” Kowalski’s voice was a high squeak before it broke off into a moan. Private peeked into the room just in time to see their first kiss as Rico cradled Kowalski’s face gently. Private smiled happily as he closed the door behind him.
Laughter
Skipper looked at Kowalski’s face and then to Rico’s face and then back down to their connecting hands as they stood patiently before their commanding officer. “New relationship, huh? Good on you two,” Skipper nodded approvingly. “I thought you would never stop dancing around each other. It’s been getting kind of annoying to watch. Really wanted to just slap some sense into the both of you, but I’m glad you both figured it out.”
“Yes, well, it took a lot of help from Private.” Kowalski admitted.
“Good work, Private.” Skipper clapped the other on the back. “Now, boys, let me just say as your friend that if either one of you break the other’s heart, I’ll kill you both. The one for being whiny over the breakup, because you’re both terrible after breakups, and then the other for breaking my friend’s heart.”
The two laughed nervously and squeezed their connecting hands as they looked from each other to Skipper.
“As your commanding officer, let me just say that this better not affect our missions.” Skipper smiled. “Other than that, I wish you both happiness and you’d better follow these new rules. New rule numbero uno; no PDAs above a Pg rating, we don’t want young Private to see anything he’s not meant to, after all. Number two; when anyone else is home, you two must keep your intimate activities to the bedroom. If you’re the only ones in the house, then go nuts. I know I’ve had my fair share of times on the kitchen table.” Skipper smiled nostalgically as Kowalski twitched at the mental image. “And number three; no,” Skipper paused and covered Private’s ears, “no penetration the night before a mission. I don’t need either one of you limping around the next day.” He uncovered Private’s ears. “Comprende?”
“Crystal clear, Skipper!” Kowalski saluted.
“Uh-huh,” Rico nodded and saluted as well.
“Good. You two are dismissed then.” Skipper grinned. Kowalski walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet beneath the sink, grabbing a brush, soap, and gloves. “Kowalski, what are you doing? I thought you’d want to spend some time with your boy.”
“Right after I disinfect the table, Skipper.” Kowalski muttered as he dumped the bottle of soap onto the table and began scrubbing.
Trading
“For today’s lesson,” the dance instructor began, “I want everyone to trade partners. Everyone has been getting too comfortable with their dance partner. A good dancer knows how to work out of their comfort zone.”
Rico’s eyes went wide and he growled as he gripped Kowalski’s hand tighter in his grasp, making the intellectual cringe. “Rico, it’s just for one day.” Kowalski tried to reason with his boyfriend. It still made him mentally giddy to think of Rico being his official boyfriend, even if it had only been confirmed for a week.
Frowning, Rico released Kowalski’s hand, only to grab the slightly taller man’s face and plant a wet, noisy kiss for all to view. Kowalski’s face was bright red as Rico nodded and wandered over to one of the girls in the class, claiming her as his dance partner for the day. He was satisfied now that he had made it perfectly clear that Kowalski belonged to him, even if he would dance with another.
Natural
“Rico!” Kowalski’s scream followed after the loud explosion from his lab.
Rico chuckled from the kitchen table as he finished off the last piece of sushi he had been eating for lunch. Skipper didn’t look up from his bottled ship even when Private frowned and asked, “How can you still start prank wars with K’walski when you’re dating him?”
“It’s just natural for them, Private.” Skipper stated, still not removing his attention from his boat.
Kowalski stormed into the room with purple goo covering his face except for the area where his lab goggles had obviously been. He glared daggers at Rico. “I will have my revenge, it will be swift and when you least expect it.” Rico smirked confidently, knowing that he had won the last seven of their nine prank wars. “I mean it, you crossed a line this time.” Kowalski declared. “Once we start having sex, I’m going to cut you off.” Kowalski grinned as he watched Rico’s face fall. “Yeah, that’s right. That’ll teach you to think twice before you mess with my new chemical set.”
He started after the room, afterwards calling back to the still horrified Rico, “I’m also going to do something horrible to your food when you’re not looking.”
Reluctance
“Well, well, Skipper, I didn’t expect to find you here.” Skipper stilled as he turned around, a glare already on his face.
“Hans,” he spit the word out to indicate the bad taste it left in his mouth. “I shouldn’t have been surprised that you would see through my disguise. You’re the only one who knows my real identity at this organization.”
“Really?” Hans smirked. “Oh, Skipper, you really do not have anything to be ashamed of. The Lunacorns convention is for people of all ages.”
“I’m only here because Private is sick but he’ll whine for years if he missed out on the opportunity to get autographs from these voice actors.” Skipper admitted with a sigh as he fixed his fake mustache.
“Ah, I see. Shame,” Hans frowned, “I was hoping we could discuss our favorite episodes and the characters together.”
“No and never. Now shut up unless you can tell me how long this wait will be. I feel like this line goes on for miles.” Skipper grumbled.
“The wait should be about an hour.” Hans admitted over Skipper’s groan. Hans smiled and pulled out a deck of cards. “Want to play? I just bought these here. They have all the Lunacorns characters on them.” He grinned proudly of his recent purchase.
Skipper groaned again in defeat. “Fine, if it’ll kill the time.”
