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Undertow	By : pronker Category: +M through R > Penguins of Madagascar Views: 11341 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no profit from this fanfiction set in Dreamworks' Penguins of Madagascar franchise. I do not own its characters, basic premise or settings.

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Rico and Kowalski held flippers as their breath returned to normal. Kowalski sighed. Early Thursday mornings had never been so good. No arising at first light for calisthenics, no bolting down a smelt or two prior to performing and the lemurs would not boombox for hours yet. "Wonderful, Rico, that was wonderful. I don't have any other words for it."
"Yah, purtygud." The silence lingered until Rico wanted uncharacteristic pillow talk. "Kwoskii."
"Mmhm, love?"
It all came out at once. "DyoumissDorispurtyparts?"
"Oh. Well, no. I haven't thought about any part of her in seven point four nine months and thank you for that." He dropped a kiss on the visible edge of the scar. "Do you miss Xochi's, um, pretty parts?"
"Sumtimez."
It was easier than he'd thought to be magnanimous. "She was a special penguin. I thought so from the beginning."
"Dancedgud."
"Not like me, you mean."
"Nope."
Kowalski gasped in an exaggerated fashion. "Blunt is your middle name, my friend. She had ballerina training."
"Uh huh." Rico shifted position and traced something in the air between them. Kowalski squinted through the lair's still present night lighting. In the pinkish tinged atmosphere, the gestures resembled nothing that Kowalski could imagine.
"What are you drawing?"
"Tutu. Wearonefrme?"
"What?"
"Notnao. Laterz. MuchlaterzlikefrKidsmas?"
"I will wear one if you will, Rico." Kowalski hadn't anticipated this. He refused to be a substitute lover for Xochi. What they had going on would only be okay if things were equal between them because Dr. Phil said that equality worked best. Sometimes Kowalski wondered which algorithm that Dr. Phil used to determine equality in a couple, but then he discarded such blasphemy because Dr. Phil was, well, Dr. Phil.
It took a while for Rico to answer.
"Sure! Yah! 'NissPerky, too."
Kowalski rubbed his beak. "I don't want to think about where this is heading, Rico. You might have found the border to my comfort zone."
"Dunworry, Kwoskii. Justfrfun."
As Rico drifted away to sleep before they absolutely must arise at nine for Alice's flung breakfast of whatever the zoo budget could afford, Kowalski wasn't so sure he trusted Rico's last words.
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The workday passed peacefully with the average amount of guests and the average amount of penguin hijinks performed for the crowds. At ice hockey time that evening, Kowalski settled on Rico's lap to watch the boob tube. Since there was only the two of them until Monday, they turned their tabletop vertical to serve as backboard to a sturdy easy chair using their table's cinderblocks for sides. After his rump grew uncomfortable, Rico horked up a ginormous natural fibers pillow with a gaily embroidered sea anemone on its top that cushioned his bottom cheeks.
"NotRangerspooh."
"Scooter Alvarez says they'll play on Sunday. In the meantime, rooting for the Pittsburgh Penguins fills the gap, I mean, they do have the perfect name plus they won the Stanley Cup last year. If they win two consecutive years, they'll make history right up there with the Detroit Red Wings. Exciting, huh?"
"Yahguessso." Kowalski relaxed against Rico's front and grew cosmic.
"It'll be one year tomorrow since we defeated Blowhole on Åland. So much has happened since then, don't you think?"
Rico said nothing but squeezed Kowalski's flipper.
"Yes, I agree. We all took large steps in the personal development department."
Rico smiled.
"Is it wise to wait until St. Patrick's Day to put out Faux Skipper and Plushie Private for viewing or should we practice tomorrow with them?" Kowalski twiddled a feather in Rico's topknot.
Rico shrugged.
"You're right, we'd better practice tomorrow. Alice may act a little different these days, but she's nobody I want to tangle with without a full team backup. Come to think of it, she hasn't trod the landing board to inspect our island firsthand in quite some time. Why would that be? Any options?"
Rico shrugged again.
"That's true. Let sleeping dogs lie, oh you always come up with the perfect thing to say." Kowalski traced Rico's scar to its unseen puckered end under the white feathers. "You know, Rico, their vacation is ours, too."
Rico jumped when a Penguin rightwinger made his play. "Gwan! Doo itttt!" The play failed. "Awwwww, braap." He swigged from his bottle of root beer. "Braap."
Kowalski arched his flipper into a spiky pointer to caress his lover's face. "Does this ever bother you?" He knew the track of the scar by heart and he ran the touch from the corner of the winsome beak to smooth the feathers nearer the black pit of Rico's left flipper that could do ever so sexy things.
Rico twitched. He leaned around Kowalski to see the TV. "Nope. Game on, Kwoskii."
The desired end was worth deliberately not taking the hint to leave his partner alone. "Oh, Riiiiiicoooooooo ... "
Rico slapped away the tickle that slithered into his pit. "Kwoskii, knockitoffnao."
Kowalski snatched the root beer and danced away with it. He swayed the brown bottle back and forth. "Make me." Rico shrugged a third time and went back to watching the game.
"Aren't I more important than a silly game?" Kowalski pouted. He set the bottle on the floor before getting out his abacus. "We've spent 53.7% of today's waking hours since dawn watching TV when we weren't entertaining guests. For Laura Ingalls' sake, I want to do something different."
The abacus went flying as Rico tackled Kowalski to the cement. He plunged his tongue into Kowalski's beak to lick it open and kissed him thoroughly as he kept one eye on the TV. Thirty seconds later he was back to watching the game in a vegetative sprawl atop his cushion.
Flat on his back, Kowalski addressed the ceiling spikes. "That's all I'm getting? That's it?" He glossed over the fact that he'd kissed more in the last eleven months than ever before in his life.
Rico grunted.
"Yeah I know you said this is an important pre-playoff game but aw come on --- "
Rico leaned down to knock Kowalski's knees together. "Laterz. Gamenao."
Kowalski choked off a grunt of his own. He would not allow this to work its way into a quarrel. Dr. Phil said the biggest risk of all is admitting that what you have is not what you want. He parsed the past ten minutes scientifically. He wanted Rico's undivided attention, ergo, he was jealous of either the Philadelphia Flyers or the Pittsburgh Penguins. If he and Rico had attended the game, there would be humans to avoid and delicious popcorn to nibble. If everyone were where they usually were, there would be Private and Skipper and maybe Marlene to chat with because they knew more about hockey rules than he did. Hmmm, Private and Skipper. Were they this moment beholding crystal stalactites as they wandered gaily amid gravity-defying stalagmites? The ceiling spikes in the lair held no clue.
So, Dr. Phil, mused Kowalski, I do have what I want. I started a relationship with my friend and teammate Rico, who makes me happy. He and Doris are worlds apart in technique --- uh, Dr. Phil, you won't tell Dr. Oz about this, I trust --- but alike in responsiveness to what I do. He thought harder. I am happy in general, but I need to wait for a while to get some. Ergo, I can and will wait for what I want because it's important to both of us. "Rico, popcorn, please."
Rico produced popcorn. "Gotchabddy."
"What's this play called again?"
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The Flyers shut out the Penguins as both viewers squealed and groaned throughout the plays, alternatively bemoaning and applauding the Penguins' efforts. An ad for the Half Marathon urged all contestants to take their vitamins, say their prayers, and get plenty of rest for Sunday's run. An announcement from Channel One startled both birds.
Chuck Charles had never appeared more like an elder statesman. "The Goodyear Blimp came, saw and conquered The Big Apple. Witness its grace as it circles our fair city." A time lapse clip displayed the Wingfoot One rotating in its travels, slowly navigating to concentrate its presence near elementary schools. A play yard on location Channel One shoot captured in fast forward mode the children's delight as the looming aircraft tickled their fancies or their funny bones.
"Only valued newscasters and public servants receive rides in the cabin to honor their contributions to the general welfare. Channel One reports that yours truly" --- Chuck winked toward the red eye of the camera --- "and two lucky people selected from among our city's staff will ride on St. Patrick's Day to cover the history-making parade." He straightened his tie as Bonnie Chang took over.
Bonnie's hair didn't move when she nodded firmly. Kowalski posited that industrial strength Aqua Net lacquered the glossy black waves. "Chuck shall newscast from the cabin and his compatriots, Alice Nelson and Filomena Irizarry, shall contribute comments as they cruise above the route. Ms. Nelson is head zookeeper at Central Park Zoo and Ms. Irizarry is a member of New York's Finest who is often on horse patrol."
Two jaws dropped. "Alice gets to do this thing, this marvelous thing? Whose palm did she grease? Midas' millions, she can't be rich like the Vesuvius family."
Rico was succinct. "Shudbepengwings."
"Why do bad guys get all the good stuff? I mean, Alice isn't actually bad, but, but --- "
"Shezapain."
Kowalski would not be comforted until Rico took up their interrupted kiss and completed what Kowalski wanted in the way that Kowalski wanted it. At his partner's direction, Rico turned Faux Skipper's and Plushie Private's faces towards the portholes when he began.
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