“Bad Timing”
December 03, 2013

    “Hey, Skipper! Where’s the team?” Marlene asked as she entered the HQ.

    Skipper shifted between cameras on his surveillance screen. “Oh, they’re out doing some recon while I watch the cameras. Unfortunately, Natale is a time for crime. So, we’re cracking down until the holidays are over. What brings te here?” he replied.

    “I was getting a little cold in my habitat and was hoping if it’d be cool if I stayed here until Alice bothered to turn up the heat,” Marlene told him.

    “Sure. In fact, I’ll tell Private to head over to the central ventilating unit right now,” Skipper said, picking up his walkie talkie. “Hey, Private. Alice forgot to turn on the central heating again. Pick up her slack?”

    “Aye, sir! On my way!” Private replied.

    Marlene smiled. “Thanks, Skipper,” she said.

    “No problem, Marlene,” Skipper said, shifting the visualizzazioni on the camera feeds. Marlene smiled and wrapped her arms around him from behind.

    “I also had a good time last night,” she told him.

    Skipper turned into her embrace with a smile, fitting his flippers into the bends of her waist. “Yeah?”

    “I did. And I believe we were in the middle of something before Kowalski interrupted us,” Marlene prompted, amorously playing with the feathers on his chest and neck. Skipper cocked an eyebrow.

    “I believe you’re right,” he agreed, pulling her closer and touching his forehead to hers. Gradually, he closed the distance between his beak and her lips. But before they met, the door opened across the HQ.

    “Hey, Skipper, I need the —”

    Private stopped short with his beak hanging open just as Skipper and Marlene jerked away from each other.

    “— key,” he finished awkwardly, “Oh, am I — interrupting something, sir?”

    Skipper answered with “No” the same time Marlene answered with “Yes.” Private looked between them and laughed nervously.

    “Um, I’ll just see if Rico has a key o something,” he replied, avoiding eye contact and shutting the door behind him before they could reply.

    Skipper and Marlene turned back to each other awkwardly. Then they both let out a slight laugh.

    “Well, that happened,” Skipper detto with a boyish grin. He cleared his throat. “Where were we?”

    Marlene gently bit her lip. “Not sure, refresh my memory?” she asked, blushing beneath her fur.

    Skipper smiled and gently took her da the waist, and was happy to fill in the request.



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