Spaghetti Family part 11, Puppet Love

Later that night I put Manny to bed with the help of Robin. It had been a crazy day of horrible computer lessons and spaghetti fights, an outdoor spaghetti picnic and… technically the first kiss between Robin and I as our puppet selves.

Something about the way Robin kept looking at me once night fell made me feel weird, but similar.

As though he was waiting for me to do something… anything. It made me nervous.

Instead, I decided to talk to him.

“You okay?” I ask him, as we sit down.

“Yeah. You?”

“Um, mostly. Do you… did you like those flowers I picked for you earlier during the picnic?” I ask. He grins and nods.

“I was so surprised. Very sweet. I loved the wrapping, and the colors….” He covers his face shyly and blinks. “I quite enjoyed that. Thank you.”

“It was my pleasure, Robin.”

I saw he was scooting his chair close to mine as our conversation progressed. I noticed he lifted the chair even with the decreased strength of his upper body, so I wouldn’t hear the feet of the chair scrap against the floor. But when we locked eyes at times, he told me all that needed to be said.

“So… do you want to watch our favorite show together?” Robin asks.

I nod. “Absolutely.”

“So… I’ll get some drinks and snacks. You wanna turn on our show?” Robin says amicably, and I nod.

“Yes. Sounds lovely,” I smile at him as he gets up and I turn on the TV.

But, I see he is just standing there. Not going to the kitchen at all.

Looking at me. Gazing deep into my very soul.

I think he wants to jump me, jump my bones..

Well, if I had any, that is.

“Uh… Harry?” Robin says in a breathy way. My weird feeling goes into overdrive and I feel it tingle in my very stuffing.

“Yeah… Robin? You… remembered my name?” I ask in a soft voice.

“Yeah… I do. I think I always did. Like a broken, skipping record that has finally been mended. Now I can hear the whole track,” he pauses and gives me a breathy whimper, “And it is a gorgeous ballad, you are. So….Please…” he says in a pleading voice. I get up from my chair….

We are drawn to each other like honey to a bee, and kiss like it is our last day to live.

“Would it be okay… would I be a proper gentleman to ask first to touch your bottom?” I ask and he grins.

“Ah, who cares about all that?” He grabs my hands and plasters them firmly on his butt. “You can still be a gentleman who touches my butt, silly,” he nuzzles his beak into my hair and I chuckle.

I squeeze him over his pants and he yelps a bit.

“Oh, you are fresh!” He teases.

“I like your noises. They make me feel funny…” I say and he smiles in a flustered way.

“You are funny,” he chuckles.

“Remember when you wanted me to make love to you?” I whisper as I hold him close to my body. These puppet forms are not satisfying. I can’t show him how I feel exactly like how I do as a human man, like how when he is also a human man. Though it is different, we still need each other—so it feels cozy and sweet.

He moves back a bit and looks at me confused.

“Ah, shit, I’m sorry, I forgot that.. you forgot..” I look down sadly.

“Harry?”

“Ye-yeah, Robin?”

I look at him as we both let out a collective tired sounding sigh, it hitting the heady air. My true love, my Robin, my cute little duck guy who acts like a sassy British old man, is smiling somberly at me with something sensual in his stance as his hands are lying gently on my hips, his finger circling my body teasingly. “Listen, Though … something or someone malevolent has tried their damnest to keep the best of my and… Manny’s memories away from us, it doesn’t mean, I don’t feel things for you still.” His hands travel up to my navel and my chest and then slowly, down again. I shudder and moan softly.

He notices my reactions and half smiles in a sly, seductive way.

“Harry…” he whispers and I perk my head a bit to get closer to hear him.

“Yeah, Robin?”

“You can make puppet love to me..” he says in a silly voice and I laugh.

We hug each other tight, and but I feel a wave of sadness overcome my body.

“Oh, what’s wrong?” Robin asks, rubbing my arms up and down in a gentle and calming manner. “Did I say anything wrong? I’m sorry, dear.”

“No, no, you have been so perfect. I just.. can’t…” I feel the sobs churning in my trembling lip and throughout my chest.

“I can’t lose you. If I do, I know I will die,” I cry, and Robin lunges in and holds me tightly.

“Please don’t say anything about that anymore, my dear, I can’t bear to think of that either,” Robin says, and I can hear the emotion stretching out from the Robin I knew when we were humans. He was never really gone, after all. It made me swell up with a crescendo of some sort of amazing feelings, and I kissed him again, and said, “I’m so in love with you, I’m in heaven when I’m with you!”

And he kissed me back, saying, “You are heaven! And.. I love you!”

We held each other the rest of the night, sleeping safely in our embrace, thinking of our puppet love.