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Young Love
Title: "Young Love"
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: PG/K+
Summary:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
They stood, staring at the strange object on their small, breakfast table as though an alien had left it in their midst. Brian looked dumbfounded and Meggan puzzled while Kurt's expression hovered somewhere between astounded and amused. His long, blue tail swished, and then, finally, he asked, "Vhy is zere a brassiere on our table?!", just as Kitty and Rachel, yawning and stretching, entered.
Kitty stopped dead in her tracks. Her brown eyes became larger than the plates Meggan held. Her lips froze in mid-yawn; her face transformed into a strange mixture of purple and red that made Lockheed coo in concern.
Rachel closed her mouth from yawning, shrugged, and grabbed the bra. All of her team mates looked directly. Kitty slowly shook her head. Rachel, she thought urgently, don't . . .
But it was too late. Ray grinned back. "Why not, Kitty? I've got no reason to save face. I'm not ashamed of our love." She kissed her there before everybody, bra in hand, while Brian dropped the eggs; nobody noticed. Kitty melted underneath her lover's kiss, her embarrassment fleeing underneath the passion.
Kurt sighed and gave a happy smile and twitch of his tail. "Ah," he sighed joyfully, "young love!"
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: PG/K+
Summary:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
They stood, staring at the strange object on their small, breakfast table as though an alien had left it in their midst. Brian looked dumbfounded and Meggan puzzled while Kurt's expression hovered somewhere between astounded and amused. His long, blue tail swished, and then, finally, he asked, "Vhy is zere a brassiere on our table?!", just as Kitty and Rachel, yawning and stretching, entered.
Kitty stopped dead in her tracks. Her brown eyes became larger than the plates Meggan held. Her lips froze in mid-yawn; her face transformed into a strange mixture of purple and red that made Lockheed coo in concern.
Rachel closed her mouth from yawning, shrugged, and grabbed the bra. All of her team mates looked directly. Kitty slowly shook her head. Rachel, she thought urgently, don't . . .
But it was too late. Ray grinned back. "Why not, Kitty? I've got no reason to save face. I'm not ashamed of our love." She kissed her there before everybody, bra in hand, while Brian dropped the eggs; nobody noticed. Kitty melted underneath her lover's kiss, her embarrassment fleeing underneath the passion.
Kurt sighed and gave a happy smile and twitch of his tail. "Ah," he sighed joyfully, "young love!"
The End