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The Glue That Holds Us Together	By : TimedWatcher Category: +S through Z > Toy Story Views: 13928 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Toy Story, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The sun crawled across his body, the alarm going off - it was hard to stay asleep with that all at once. He clicked a square on it down before he got up, heading for his door, careful to avoid the stain from last night.
But he felt... weighed down
He looked down to see her clung to him. Her golfball sized head turned slow, as she looked up to him with those baby-doll eyes like she had her hand in the cookie jar. "Oh. You noticed, huh?"
He waited for her to do the right thing, which never seemed to happen. "Uh Jessie, I think you gotta let go of me now."
"I don't think I do." That snappy response kinda chapped him.
"Jessie, get off. I gotta get ready." He tried to lean in a way that might get her to reconsider, yet she continued to be the little monkey of a climber he thought she was.
"Nooooo... lemme stay." She twisted the material into her fists.
Plucking her from his shirt was easy, her looking like he had her in a claw game. She had a pouty face to go with it, while he just looked incredulously at her. "Come on, Jess."
"No, you come on. Why not take me along?"
He snorted. "Yeah, I'm gonna drag around a girls toy. That'll make me real cool." He picked up the remote from the top of his TV. "If you get bored, here." He then put it on the floor where she could easily reach it, right next to the murky bowl of water, which he needed to clean out for uhm... future use. He exchanged her with the glass, heading upstairs.
He washed the bowl, his hands and then his face.
"Jessie? Have a good day." She must have been mad. He sighed. Picking up the backpack by its handle, he ran back up the stairs with it at his side, ready to start the Jessieless part of his day.
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"Students, you may have noticed something." The teacher pointed to the calendar, the end date specifically
Then he flipped it, and the other kids cheered.
The colorful dark orange theme of pumpkins, spiders, black cats and green witches adorned the frame, looking down their cauldron, which led to the numbered dates.
It was October.
"And you know what that means." He picked up a silver bowl he had been hiding beneath his desk, before showing off a funsized bar with a shake. "It's lightning round season. For every correct answer, you get a candy."
Mr. Rosso was as cool as any teacher could get; his paunch making him come off as a jolly old man. He remembered when Mr. Rosso got himself in a bit of hot water when he married Miss Valentine, the substitute Spanish teacher. The kids gossiped about it for about a month - but they got bored of talking about it eventually.
Prepared to get some chocolate, he spilled his work onto his desk.
Jessie included.
And like he had been trained in embarrassment-fu, he shoved her back in one swift motion.
He still felt like he had died and was now a ghost, viewing the room in a third person perspective, as he checked around himself. Thankfully, nobody had noticed.
He didn't even get any candy, his hand down the whole time. His nerves fried, as he waited till lunchtime to walk home.
Five minutes there, five minutes back. He could eat lunch then watch a cartoon and a half.
Yellow and orange crunched under his shoes, as gusts brustled those same leaves above that couldn't quite let go, unlike the ones he now trampled. His fence back into his yard was still open, the way he usually left it, otherwise he'd have to take the long way around.
He blew into his hands. He'd have to get out the gloves soon.
He swore he had heard some muffled complaining, but it was probably just the wind.
The door creaked, the house silent, as he thumped his way down.
Standing in his room, he fished her out. "Jessie! What the heck was that!?"
Her lips pursed, her expression neutral, but her sad voice told the story. "I wanted to surprise you... that's all."
Jessie extinguished any flames of anger he had, as he whipped his head back then back down at her. "Jessie, please. This is weird enough as it is." He cranked his head, scratching his eyebrow in frustration. "Tell me what you want, and I'll do it."
"I-you..." Her chin hit her chest, her face squishing like she had tasted something sour. "No, you're right. I'm sorry - I didn't mean to be a bother." Her hands rubbed along his knuckled grip. "I just... really like our time together."
He pulled her in close. "Aw, Jess..."
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He had been thinking about her all day. He usually did, but with the added caveat today of how he might make her feel better. Turns out, after doing some research, she wasn't just some random doll. Using a fansite dedicated to Woody's Roundup, he printed out a black and white paper at the school's computer lab. "Jessie?" He invited her over to the little presentation he was doing. First thing: It was a low resolution and terribly blurry photo, but you could still tell it was her.
Jessie did the closest thing to going redfaced a toy like her could manage once he showed her - the blushed expression already there. "Oh gosh~" She turned away for a moment, then back to him. A bashful look. She held her cheeks, then crooked her neck.
"I didn't know I was dating somebody famous." He looked at her in a way that got Jessie to cover her eyes with both hands. "In fact..." He flipped through his folder. "There's this new site where you can sell things on it, and uh... check out what you're going for." He handed her another sheet.
"Heavens to Betsy! That's a lot of simoleons..." Then Jessie got leery eyed. "You're not thinkin' of-"
He picked her up and gave her a kiss on the whole side of her face. "Don't even dream about it." Jessie adjusted her hat back down, seemingly happy with his answer as he placed her in his shirt pocket. "Look, forget that stuff." He printed out transcripts from episodes that he then passed her.
Her eyes became wide. "Wow! I remember these lines." She looked to him with a grin. "Wanna read 'em with me?"
"Read it with you?" He shrugged. "I'm not much of an actor."
"Oh come on." She playfully punched his ribs. "Don't wimp out. It's just for fun."
He paused while examining the names. "Who should I be?"
"OH OH OH! BE SHERIFF WOODY!" He could only describe Jessie's reaction as 'manically spastic'.
He looked over the lines again. "Actually, can I be McGraw?" One-Eyed McGraw apparently only appeared in one episode, but he found the idea of playing a villain interesting.
Jessie beamed. "Okay okay! Start."
His eyes scanned. "Darlin-" He cleared his throat. "Darlin', what are you doing on PRIVATE PROPERTY?"
Jessie gasped with shock, not even looking at the paper. "That's Rancher Carl's branding! Why, you're a no good cattle rustler! You've been the one stealin' them, not Stinky Pete!" Jessie looked accusingly at him, hands now on her hips. "Wait till Sheriff Woody hears about this!"
Jessie waited, as he sputtered a bit. "Oh - Sheriff Woody won't be hearing from you anytime soon with you trapped in my salt cellar - and by the time he finds you, I'll be halfway to Pasadena with them moocows! Ha... ha... ha?" He jolted in his seat. "Oh, I'm supposed to-"
"No, you did great." Jessie hugged him
She then let go, and she then did her usual sway when she wanted something. "It wouldn't be a hassle if... you redid the whole episode with me, would it?"
Who could say no to that face? "For you Jessie, it wouldn't be."
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During a quiet moment in class, he went up to the teacher's desk. "Uh, Mr. Rosso, could I go to the bathroom?" He got the key with the wood attached, and he waddled out from the room, hoping nobody would notice his stiff movements. He could have used one of the public bathrooms instead, but he needed something more private.
He could feel her squirm more boldly as soon as she heard the door to the bathroom close. She even giggled a little.
The bathroom light hummed as he clicked the lock. Standing in front of the mirror, he pulled his pants and the elastics of his underwear forward, and there she was, packed tightly against his sausage; her arms underneath the head, cradling it, face pressed against the tip, legs wrapped around his balls. She got him sweltering down there, as shown by how she was now covered in a reflective sheen.
He pinched her by the back of her shirt and set her on top of the ivory sink, as he fished himself out and presented himself to her, his erection just at the right level she could reach. Jessie left her knees apart at a wide open spread, her hands upon them. She kept her mouth open for him, as Jessie held a receptive, slutty face, and he imagined she would have been sticking out her tongue if she could.
Jessie licking the underside of his cock...
He needed more, as he jousted himself against her face. She threw up her accepting hands to the sides of his penis, applying a bit of friction, as he slid between her fingers. Jessie's eyes peered at him over the tip of his dick like that of a set of cats eyes. "That's it... don't be afraid to give this lil' filly all of it..." Her voice lower and seductive, and it was all it took for her to say to make his toes curl.
He poked her down onto her back, her hat nearly flying into the drain, her legs flying up and joining her hands as he seesaw'd against her, never touching himself for a moment. "Cum on me, big boy."
One more slide back, and he splattered her in a volley. "Ack!" Jessie sat up and tried to hang onto his spewing this time as it drooped down in droplets from her face and hat, but it was easier said than done, as she swatted the stuff, her itty bitty hands not standing a chance at catching even a thimble. "I gotta git used to that..." Jessie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing her lips instead of swallowing it. "Ah, I'm sorry. I tried ta swalla' some of it, but... it didn't go anywhere." She seemed disappointed with herself.
He pat down the cleanest part of her hat with a single digit. "It's okay. I love that you tried." He ripped off some toilet paper. "Now let's get you cleaned up."
He realised his mistake soon after, as Jessie came attached to the wad of toilet paper he had tried to use to clean her, both of them getting stuck together in a gross clump. He knew he should have used the paper towel instead... he ran her under some water, plucking pieces off. As he grabbed the handle of the paper towel dispenser and gave it a few pumps, his heart started to race as he thought of getting caught. What if someone ran a blue light here? Or just smelled something gross? His palm pressed for soap and got some water, wiping down where she had been and any excess seed that might have escaped. Jessie watched him as she cleaned herself off, as he kept wiping down the area she was in. "Did ya like it?"
"Of course, Jessie." He reassured, picking her up again, inspecting her with a final brush down. "Now, you're okay with the locker being dark, right?"
"I've been in worse places." She tried to sound casually brave about it.
He raised an eyebrow. "Like where?"
"Underneath a bed..." Funny, he didn't think being underneath a bed would be that bad of a place for a toy. "For a few years..." Jessie seemed to take it in stride, when it just made him feel bad that he'd leave her there for only a few hours.
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