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about 750 words, Vecchio/Kowalski. I just couldn't get the picture of RayK in bunny slippers out of my head so...
Bunny Love
by JennyB.
Ray Kowalski shuffled out of his bedroom still half asleep, eyes barely open, guided by the smell of fresh coffee. He shivered a little at the chill creeping through his thin t-shirt, but his flannel sleep pants and his slippers kept his lower half warm and toasty.
“Kowalski. Nice bunnies.”
“Fuck you, Vecchio. Coffee done?”
Kowalski made it to the kitchen and now settled against the counter, yawning and running a hand through his morning hair, the blond spikes mashed in some places and extra tall in others. He felt like he'd been hit by a bus. He stared down at his feet, wiggling his toes so the three bunny ears on his slippers waggled at him. The left bunny, the one with the missing ear, stared back sullenly while the right bunny, the whole bunny, looked up with black button eyes bright and sparkly.
“How much did I have to drink last night?” Kowalski asked his partner.
“You gonna hurl?”
“No. But my bunny slippers have personalities this morning. That doesn’t usually happen.”
A mug appeared, blocking the bunnies’ line of sight and giving Kowalski a brief respite from the pissed off stares from the left bunny and the perky smile from the right one.
“You feel hungover?”
“Not really. Just like I didn’t get much sleep even though I know I was out for like 10 hours.”
“You ate the salad,” Vecchio pointed out like it meant something.
“Yeah. I had seconds, even thirds. It was good. Why?”
“Frobisher brought it. Got the mushrooms from his cousin in Long Bay, Ontario. Buck didn't know they were ‘special’ mushrooms.”
“Holy fuck! I ate Magic Mushroom Salad?”
“Yep. You were higher than a kite, my man. You must be having some after-shocks.”
“Flashbacks. Canadian mushrooms, huh?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Explains why I was dreaming about curling all night. Local mushrooms, local gods, right?”
Ray Vecchio smiled at his partner and slipped in behind him to rest against the counter himself. He slid his arms around Kowalski’s waist and let his partner’s back settle against his chest. They stood there for a little bit, Kowalski drinking his coffee in long pulls while Vecchio watched him over his shoulder.
Kowalski stared down at the bunnies while he continued to consume coffee and let the caffeine take effect. As his brain started to spark to life, he started to be able to fill in the blanks from the previous night. The bunny with the missing ear glared up at Ray like he’d done something really stupid. The two-eared bunny grinned as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
“Oh, fuck. I kissed you. In front of everybody.”
Kowalski tried to get away from Vecchio, but the Italian held his partner tightly. “Hey, Ray. Chill out, okay?”
“I kissed you! In front of Fraser and Thatcher and Frannie and Welsh!”
“And Huey and Dewey and Mort and Frobisher. Yeah, you did. And it’s okay.”
“But they know. I guess I know why the left bunny’s pissed off at me, but why’s the right one so fucking happy?”
“Maybe because we were both tired of hiding.” Vecchio turned Kowalski around in his arms so they were facing each other. After a soft kiss on Kowalski’s mouth, Vecchio continued. “You know what my shrink would say about the bunnies? They’re manifestations of your own personality. Part of you is pissed for outing us and the other part of you is happy that it’s not a secret anymore. If you want my advice, go with the happy bunny.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re not pissed?”
“Nope.”
Kowalski drained his coffee mug and stood looking at the bottom as if the few grounds there could predict the future like tea leaves. Vecchio took the empty mug from his lover and set it aside. Then he kissed Kowalski tenderly and smiled a wicked smile.
“I think you need to go back to bed.”
“You think I need to sleep off the rest of the high?”
“Nope.”
Kowalski grinned at Vecchio and sidled back to the bedroom, kicking his slippers into the corner of the room.
*~*~*~*~*~
In the corner of the dimly lit bedroom, one bunny ear on the two-eared bunny slipper flopped over to cover the slipper next to it. The single-eared bunny let his eyes sparkle as he edged a little closer to his mate. The Ray had kept them for years after The Stella had deserted him. They liked to think they’d offered The Ray comfort in his times of loneliness, but it was good that he’d found a Ray of his own to love him.
about 750 words, Vecchio/Kowalski. I just couldn't get the picture of RayK in bunny slippers out of my head so...
Bunny Love
by JennyB.
Ray Kowalski shuffled out of his bedroom still half asleep, eyes barely open, guided by the smell of fresh coffee. He shivered a little at the chill creeping through his thin t-shirt, but his flannel sleep pants and his slippers kept his lower half warm and toasty.
“Kowalski. Nice bunnies.”
“Fuck you, Vecchio. Coffee done?”
Kowalski made it to the kitchen and now settled against the counter, yawning and running a hand through his morning hair, the blond spikes mashed in some places and extra tall in others. He felt like he'd been hit by a bus. He stared down at his feet, wiggling his toes so the three bunny ears on his slippers waggled at him. The left bunny, the one with the missing ear, stared back sullenly while the right bunny, the whole bunny, looked up with black button eyes bright and sparkly.
“How much did I have to drink last night?” Kowalski asked his partner.
“You gonna hurl?”
“No. But my bunny slippers have personalities this morning. That doesn’t usually happen.”
A mug appeared, blocking the bunnies’ line of sight and giving Kowalski a brief respite from the pissed off stares from the left bunny and the perky smile from the right one.
“You feel hungover?”
“Not really. Just like I didn’t get much sleep even though I know I was out for like 10 hours.”
“You ate the salad,” Vecchio pointed out like it meant something.
“Yeah. I had seconds, even thirds. It was good. Why?”
“Frobisher brought it. Got the mushrooms from his cousin in Long Bay, Ontario. Buck didn't know they were ‘special’ mushrooms.”
“Holy fuck! I ate Magic Mushroom Salad?”
“Yep. You were higher than a kite, my man. You must be having some after-shocks.”
“Flashbacks. Canadian mushrooms, huh?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Explains why I was dreaming about curling all night. Local mushrooms, local gods, right?”
Ray Vecchio smiled at his partner and slipped in behind him to rest against the counter himself. He slid his arms around Kowalski’s waist and let his partner’s back settle against his chest. They stood there for a little bit, Kowalski drinking his coffee in long pulls while Vecchio watched him over his shoulder.
Kowalski stared down at the bunnies while he continued to consume coffee and let the caffeine take effect. As his brain started to spark to life, he started to be able to fill in the blanks from the previous night. The bunny with the missing ear glared up at Ray like he’d done something really stupid. The two-eared bunny grinned as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
“Oh, fuck. I kissed you. In front of everybody.”
Kowalski tried to get away from Vecchio, but the Italian held his partner tightly. “Hey, Ray. Chill out, okay?”
“I kissed you! In front of Fraser and Thatcher and Frannie and Welsh!”
“And Huey and Dewey and Mort and Frobisher. Yeah, you did. And it’s okay.”
“But they know. I guess I know why the left bunny’s pissed off at me, but why’s the right one so fucking happy?”
“Maybe because we were both tired of hiding.” Vecchio turned Kowalski around in his arms so they were facing each other. After a soft kiss on Kowalski’s mouth, Vecchio continued. “You know what my shrink would say about the bunnies? They’re manifestations of your own personality. Part of you is pissed for outing us and the other part of you is happy that it’s not a secret anymore. If you want my advice, go with the happy bunny.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re not pissed?”
“Nope.”
Kowalski drained his coffee mug and stood looking at the bottom as if the few grounds there could predict the future like tea leaves. Vecchio took the empty mug from his lover and set it aside. Then he kissed Kowalski tenderly and smiled a wicked smile.
“I think you need to go back to bed.”
“You think I need to sleep off the rest of the high?”
“Nope.”
Kowalski grinned at Vecchio and sidled back to the bedroom, kicking his slippers into the corner of the room.
*~*~*~*~*~
In the corner of the dimly lit bedroom, one bunny ear on the two-eared bunny slipper flopped over to cover the slipper next to it. The single-eared bunny let his eyes sparkle as he edged a little closer to his mate. The Ray had kept them for years after The Stella had deserted him. They liked to think they’d offered The Ray comfort in his times of loneliness, but it was good that he’d found a Ray of his own to love him.
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Date: 2003-09-12 05:46 pm (UTC)This is too cool. I love all the different ideas that come out of this flashfic!
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Date: 2003-09-12 06:26 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-09-12 05:55 pm (UTC)LOL! And bunny love too. Cute story, Jenny.
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Date: 2003-09-12 06:27 pm (UTC)And can I say how much I crack up everytime I see this icon of yours? That's some funny shit!
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Date: 2003-09-12 09:51 pm (UTC)You cetainly may. I love my new icon and give big thanks to
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Date: 2003-09-12 06:20 pm (UTC)Cute bunnies! Cute Kowalski! Understanding Vecchio! :D Nice.
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Date: 2003-09-12 06:30 pm (UTC)From the deep, dark, freaky recesses of my brain, Gordon Cutter shouted, "Buck Frobisher's my cousin! I sent him some of my crop!" I'm not about to ignore a curling legend. *g*
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Date: 2003-09-12 06:25 pm (UTC)“How much did I have to drink last night?” Kowalski asked his partner.
“You gonna hurl?”
“No. But my bunny slippers have personalities this morning. That doesn’t usually happen.”
And I wanna go with the happy bunny too! ;)
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Date: 2003-09-12 11:40 pm (UTC)Icon
Date: 2003-09-13 03:15 am (UTC)Brenda
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Date: 2003-09-13 03:57 am (UTC)“Yeah. Why?”
“Explains why I was dreaming about curling all night. Local mushrooms, local gods, right?”
Gordon Cutter strikes again! This was both very sweet and made me giggle ... thank you.
-mercy
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Date: 2003-09-13 02:58 pm (UTC)I think this exchange:
“Kowalski. Nice bunnies.”
“Fuck you, Vecchio. Coffee done?”
set up their whole relationship, and I adore it. I love the bunny w/only one ear, and this is a priceless sentence:
“No. But my bunny slippers have personalities this morning. That doesn’t usually happen.”
And somehow, I just utterly adore the idea of a stoned Kowalski kissing Vecchio in front of everyone. Adore it. Love the way your mind works!
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Date: 2003-09-13 11:24 pm (UTC)