“What You Mean To Me”
January 26, 2014
“I raise you all my herring,” Marlene said, pushing her last four herring to the center of the table.
Skipper eyed her with a smile. “My, the stakes are getting high. I’ll see your herring, and I’ll raise you three salmão . . . and a kiss,” he said with a sly smile.
Marlene gently bit her lip. “Full house,” she said, setting down her three Kings and two Fours.
Skipper grinned and laid down his cards. “Straight Flush,” he said triumphantly.
Marlene nodded and smiled. “I knew this game was rigged,” she said playfully.
Skipper laughed and came to her side. “Don’t worry, the game isn’t rigged. It was only my cunning and decisive thinking that won me victory,” he teased.
Marlene crossed her arms. “So, you’re saying I’m not cunning or decisive?”
Skipper shook his head. “Oh, no, you’re cunning and decisive. Just not as cunning and decisive as me,” he said with a grin.
“I challenge that theory with a rematch,” Marlene said confidently.
“All right. But you still owe me from this round,” Skipper said, taking her por the waist.
Marlene smiled and rested her paws on his shoulders. “Now that’s a price I don’t mind paying,” she said before pulling him into a kiss.
Skipper held her tighter and gently pressed her against the mesa, tabela as the kiss deepened. Marlene sighed and ran her fingers through his feathers. The moment was breathtaking until they were pulled apart por a clamor behind them.
“Bossy Penguin! I have — oh, snap,” Julien said as he dropped in the hatch and realized he’d become an interruption.
Skipper awkwardly pulled away and impatiently sighed. “What do you want, Ringtail?” he asked, lacking enthusiasm.
Julien laughed. “Never thought I’d say this, but forget what I want! You sly dog!” he said amusingly.
Skipper rolled his eyes. “Ringtail,” he muttered irritably.
“So, how long has this been going on?” Julien asked with a sideways smile.
“Ringtail, not that it’s any of your business, but we’ve been seeing each other for a couple of weeks now. And this is the exact reason we’ve been keeping it on the QT,” Skipper answered, crossing his flippers.
“That’s great, but, I was talking about the kissing, my friend,” Julien corrected with a laugh.
Skipper’s eyes widened. “Get out of here!” he commanded.
“Oh, right, because you are needing the privacy. I will take a rain check on that answer,” he said as he turned to go.
“Not happening!” Skipper called as Julien started up the ladder.
“Do not be getting too cozy!” Julien called back.
Skipper started after him, but Marlene grabbed his flipper to stop him.
“Don’t worry about it, Skipper. He’s not worth it,” she told him.
“He’s not, you are,” Skipper blurted. Then his beak fell open and he laughed nervously. “You know, I-I mean —”
Marlene put her paw on his beak and smiled sheepishly.
“I think I know what you mean,” she said as she pulled him closer and pressed her lips to his beak.
Skipper held her por the waist, pulled away just an inch, and spoke softly against her lips. “You’ll never know just how much I mean that, Marlene.”
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January 26, 2014
“I raise you all my herring,” Marlene said, pushing her last four herring to the center of the table.
Skipper eyed her with a smile. “My, the stakes are getting high. I’ll see your herring, and I’ll raise you three salmão . . . and a kiss,” he said with a sly smile.
Marlene gently bit her lip. “Full house,” she said, setting down her three Kings and two Fours.
Skipper grinned and laid down his cards. “Straight Flush,” he said triumphantly.
Marlene nodded and smiled. “I knew this game was rigged,” she said playfully.
Skipper laughed and came to her side. “Don’t worry, the game isn’t rigged. It was only my cunning and decisive thinking that won me victory,” he teased.
Marlene crossed her arms. “So, you’re saying I’m not cunning or decisive?”
Skipper shook his head. “Oh, no, you’re cunning and decisive. Just not as cunning and decisive as me,” he said with a grin.
“I challenge that theory with a rematch,” Marlene said confidently.
“All right. But you still owe me from this round,” Skipper said, taking her por the waist.
Marlene smiled and rested her paws on his shoulders. “Now that’s a price I don’t mind paying,” she said before pulling him into a kiss.
Skipper held her tighter and gently pressed her against the mesa, tabela as the kiss deepened. Marlene sighed and ran her fingers through his feathers. The moment was breathtaking until they were pulled apart por a clamor behind them.
“Bossy Penguin! I have — oh, snap,” Julien said as he dropped in the hatch and realized he’d become an interruption.
Skipper awkwardly pulled away and impatiently sighed. “What do you want, Ringtail?” he asked, lacking enthusiasm.
Julien laughed. “Never thought I’d say this, but forget what I want! You sly dog!” he said amusingly.
Skipper rolled his eyes. “Ringtail,” he muttered irritably.
“So, how long has this been going on?” Julien asked with a sideways smile.
“Ringtail, not that it’s any of your business, but we’ve been seeing each other for a couple of weeks now. And this is the exact reason we’ve been keeping it on the QT,” Skipper answered, crossing his flippers.
“That’s great, but, I was talking about the kissing, my friend,” Julien corrected with a laugh.
Skipper’s eyes widened. “Get out of here!” he commanded.
“Oh, right, because you are needing the privacy. I will take a rain check on that answer,” he said as he turned to go.
“Not happening!” Skipper called as Julien started up the ladder.
“Do not be getting too cozy!” Julien called back.
Skipper started after him, but Marlene grabbed his flipper to stop him.
“Don’t worry about it, Skipper. He’s not worth it,” she told him.
“He’s not, you are,” Skipper blurted. Then his beak fell open and he laughed nervously. “You know, I-I mean —”
Marlene put her paw on his beak and smiled sheepishly.
“I think I know what you mean,” she said as she pulled him closer and pressed her lips to his beak.
Skipper held her por the waist, pulled away just an inch, and spoke softly against her lips. “You’ll never know just how much I mean that, Marlene.”
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