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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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Kowalski tenderly laid the precious egg into his thong and smoothed the material over the creamy shell. "Skipper left, Rico."
"Yahherdim."
"I think he took booze with him."
"Hmphnotsolo?"
Kowalski rotated the egg in order to prevent the embryo growing stuck to the shell's interior as he little spooned against Rico. "I don't think so. Generally he tells me if he's leaving for a solo mission, just not any particulars like, you know, where or why or return date or if we ought to worry."
Rico patted Kowalski's shoulder. "Beekay."
"Yeah. I'm 97 percent positive he'll be all right." Kowalski squinted at the clock's face, which was dimly visible. "2345 hours departure of commander on 27 April, mark. Wait - what?" - Rico grunted as his love turned in his embrace with questions in his tone - "Huh? Why are you reassuring me? You're the one who goes schizo when he leaves unexpectedly - "
"Shhhh."
"Private sleeps so heavily that he'll not awaken. The stress of laying eggs takes some recovery time, you know, well all right, nobody knows but I postulate that it does with males even more than with females. Still, I'll keep quiet. Sweet dreams."
"Night."
IOIOIOIOIO
Skipper never thought to wake up like this. "Buenos días, mi dulce. ¿Te traigo una taza de café?"
"Buenos días, Skipper, te levantaste muy temprano, eh? Y me gusta el té." Marlene yawned and shielded her morning breath from him. "Nasty taste from the Gammel Dansk but this isn't a real hangover, I guess."
She was still naive, well about drinking, anyway, and she was cuter than ever, just about perfect for a teas tease. "Tea? Like what we patriots dumped in Boston Harbor?"
How did she wiggle only one whisker like that? Kowalski would know. "No, tea, like what Grasshopper drank each morning right before martial arting all over the Bad Guys' big western behinds in Kung Fu."
He was in a good mood. "Wheeeeoooooh! Got me big time!" He nudged her and she smiled. She arose quickly to go outside and when she returned, he had folded her blanket back in place on her bed. They eyed each other.
"Time for morning exercises with my men and another day of eggsitting." He held her close and didn't let go when she impulsively hugged him. "Last night was unforgettable, chica."
She whispered into his earhole, "I hope I didn't queen you too much. I don't know where that came from."
He preened the back of her neck until she giggled. "Chica mala," he said sotto voce, "deliciosa chica mala."
"Dime con quien andas y te diré quien eres." The old saying sounded trite, but true. There was no one else he'd rather be with than her at the present moment. She had depths he'd never sounded.
"Eres una chica muy mala, preciosa."
Now that she had sampled waddling on the wild side, he could tell that she couldn't stop herself. If she squeezed him any harder, she'd be standing behind him. "Sí, lo encontré y me lo cogí, soy una chica mala," she said in a voice he'd never heard from her.
Upon hearing the braap word, Skipper took a step back. "We didn't. There was no - "
She clapped her paws over her mouth. "I, I, got carried away. We didn't, you're right." She looked upset to him and he approached her again for a goodbye or even a comforting hug, but she ran to her bed. "What did you do to me?" Her shoulders shook and he hoped to all he held dear that she wasn't crying.
He felt the good vibes from the encounter with his friend turn to mere shades of happiness. He wanted to spare her guilt or lingering shivers or whatever the hell females felt when lovers left them the next day. Except. They hadn't been lovers but friends. This was yet another thing in life he was uncertain about. Dammit!
"Get out of here, Skipper. You'll be late for training. Private needs you." There wasn't a hint of tears in her steady voice. It's true, he was late but he couldn't leave her like this.
"I'll be back in the afternoon, okay?"
She stayed quiet.
"Okay?"
Shit, this felt bad, fifteen times more bad than when he left Doris and she had been upset with him.
"Okay," Marlene said finally.
"Keep the bitters, Marlene, they'll do you some good. See you later, alligator!" She'll be fine, Skipper told himself. Their friendship had been drifting in this direction for some time now, but the actual change had shaken her. He eased down the heavy drainage grate, congratulating himself on thinking of a way to keep his promise to Private. True, Marlene was female but she and he had not consummated anything. The delightful flipper, uh, paw, job fixed him up right as rain. The edge was off, he was fired up and ready to exercise and then iron out a schedule with his love. A great morning, indeed!
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After his footsteps pat-patted away down the access ladder, Marlene snogged back a hearty swallow of the Gammel Dansk. The warm sliding burn turned her innards to what the chameleons would call a heat rock in their raspy incomprehensible speech. As the glow from the alcohol pervaded her system, the troubles that had flared with the sexy goodbye hug faded to something bearable. So, all right, she had used her friend to make sex with. Was that what to call it? It hadn't been making love, that's for sure. She would have known if it were.
She slurped down another oyster. Drinking on an empty stomach like Skipper looked to have done yesterday would not be good. Hey, a drinking game! Brilliant, Marlene! One thought of Skipper, a sip and then another thought about something else, a pause. So far, she had four thoughts about Skipper to one about something else. She frowned.
Her dry spell of more months than she wanted to remember had elevated this session to greater importance than it deserved, she decided. She chewed the next oyster to make the juices slosh around her palate. Yummy tummy! She smacked her lips. And yeah, she had felt discombobulated by seeing her friend drunk enough to encroach on their friendship by pushing for more intimacy. Had he threatened it? Yes, he had, because what if the dark hominess of her cave became a place no longer exclusively hers? What if he barged in like Julien did to his HQ at all hours to raid their refrigerator? Could she then call her domain her own?
She huffed. No, she would not allow that. If Skipper thought she would welcome him with open paws whatever the time or circumstances, he had another think coming. She was no all-providing refrigerator. She wouldn't make that mistake again, ever. He could just whistle for company if the timing wasn't right for her.
The bed was perfect for a mid-morning nap. She didn't need to get up until ten because the first school group was due then. Marlene cuddled into the blanket that now smelled of the sea to let the Gammel Dansk glow wear off. She slept and dreamed of braving the Antarctic Ocean from a waterslide off an iceberg bereft of penguins. She awoke shivering because there was no one next to her to warm her bones. So be it. She would sail her ship alone. Marlene flicked her ears at the chatter of children as she got up to go to work.
In the midst of her best dive ever that afternoon, Paulina Rubio drowned out the sound of the children's applause. Marlene took a bow after performing while the lyrics to Fire flamed her brain.
I'm here with you again
Even if we're not in love
We'll dance together in the dark
I know how to light the spark
I'm burning up with my desire
I wanna play with fire
The afternoon came just as she was ready to play.
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