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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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"I'm confused, Marlene. You didn't want flat out sex, you helped me make it through the night and seemed okay with it and now you're not?" After pleasantries regarding the weather that had turned a cool day into a cloudy one soppy with rain showers, he had broken the ice about what had happened. Gosh darn it, he must have an iron constitution because he didn't seem hung over at all.
"You did something to me."
"No, it was the other way around."
She sighed as dramatically as he ever did. "I mean inside. I feel like I want more and I don't understand myself. I'm not coming into heat or anything - "
"Ack! Need to know, much, Marlene? As in I don't need to know?"
"You, you" - she searched for a word - "soft pretzel-nibbling nancy cat, honest to goodness, Skipper, for a grown penguin, you are so - oh, whatever."
He scratched the back of his neck. "Private is good at this sort of thing. I'll send him over. We had a little spat and he needs to clear his head so right thinking can enter it the right way, which is my way."
"I'm on fire. He wouldn't be safe."
He turned smug. "I know I'm good, but damn, I didn't even touch you like that - "
She faced him, surprised that she wasn't blushing. "It's not about you, it's about me. This could have started with Rico or, or Kowalski - "
"I knew it! The thing between Kowalski and you started with the Space Squid Invexpo invasion, right? Did the squiddies sprinkle sex pollen on you two? I wouldn't put it past them to weaponize sex! They're pure evil!"
Marlene rolled her eyes. "Get real, Skipper. I'm saying that last night opened my mind up and well, I liked what we did. Today I want more." She did a double take. "Me and Kowalski?"
"Yeah, you and Kowalski. I saw how you were all over him when the Lunacorns got evil. Kuchikukan, remember?"
She wracked her memory. "You mean when he put his flipper around me because I was scared? He just happened to be standing next to me. It didn't mean anything. Gosh, your imagination works overtime."
"You mean doubletime." He appeared to be calculating. "Fine. I'm free until chow at 1800. Let's get to it." He paced back and forth in front of her, flippers clasped behind him as if issuing a mission briefing. "Ground rules first. I don't like dressup, dirty talk is agreeable but only from you, mutual comes are a given although they do not need to be simultaneous and cuddling is optional. For the sake of my team, secrecy is paramount." He put on a softer face. "It's not very romantic, I grant you. Are you sure you want to do this?"
Skipper was an officer and a gentlepenguin. She had to respect that and be honest in return. "I haven't given up on romance at some future point with an otter, Skipper. Like I said, what you and I have is other than friendship or romance."
"Yeah, you did say that. Does it matter what we call ourselves? This is only between us." Something occurred to him that she thought was really sort of cute. "Would you like me to make you a friendship bracelet?"
Marlene channeled Julien. "Silly penguin, I am not be needing anything from you. Staying the secrety-secret is muy agradable."
"Then it's settled. Um, how about a sardine?" He whipped out a fish from somewhere on his person. "Peace offering?"
"We didn't go to war. These were aggressive negotiations."
The sardine looked nice and freshly dead. Marlene took it from him and called herself dithery when she imagined a spark igniting when his flipper brushed her paw.
IOIOIOIOIO
Private retreated down the drainage grate ladder. He'd heard enough. More than ever, he needed his Lunacorn to talk to.
IOIOIOIOIO
Marlene and Skipper sat together on her bed and the atmosphere grew thicker than the humidity building up to a thorough downpour. She nibbled on the sardine and offered him a bite. He gutted it for her and ate the guts daintily before passing it back. She swung her feet. "I'll tell you why I didn't want to go all the way with you if you tell me why you didn't mind getting only a paw job from me."
He turned expansive. "Oh, you know, some promise I made to Private. It doesn't seem as important now because of all the egg things that blew off our plans."
"So the plans are different now? You don't have to tell me what they are," she said after bolting down the sardine. "You and Private have couple time to yourselves. I only wondered if plans changed, like, in big ways."
His face sobered. "We made plans in the beginning just to keep on keeping on in the team, except for the sex between us. I should have known that the only thing you can count on is change."
"Don't blame anything except Fate, Skipper. I would have mated for good and all if Fate hadn't screwed me over. I would have had litters one after the other with him, I know it, if he hadn't turned out to be a dick."
He had to say something. "Um, yeah, Guillermo sounded dick-ish when you told me about him. But Marlene," he turned to her earnestly, "the Aquarium might have taken your babies if there were that many."
She had been looking down but then jerked her head up. "I hadn't thought of that. I suppose they might have." She placed a paw on his knee. "What about your babies, do you think Alice might - "
He covered her paw with his flipper. "Nah, it'll be fine. Any hint of that and we're out of here pronto. Kowalski says that two more penguins on our island is doable and maaaaaaybe three, but our breed of penguin has only one at a time so we're good because surely the Parks Commission blueprinted an expansion plan. I can't believe that McSlade could be shortsighted because he's a right guy, for a human." Yes, yes it had to be as he said. "It's a done deal that little Milton, Sally or Donald will stay with us." His eyes grew round. "I can't believe I'm going to be a parent, Marlene."
"I can imagine. What a shock in, well, anyone's life - "
"Indeed. But, you know" - he ran his beak from her ear to her jawline - "we're sitting here talking and talking when we could be doing what we both want. I'm ready, willing and able, Ms. Otter."
Wistful wasn't the effect he'd hoped for. "I can talk to you like nobody else, not even Guillermo."
"Talk isn't everything in life, chica. Ándale con los besos con lengua."
He was certain that forced brightness was better than no brightness as Marlene laughed and pulled him down, licking until his beak opened wide and he returned the kisses.
IOIOIOIOIO
The kisses lasted longer than she'd ever had and then he moved directly to the point where he wanted in and she wanted him in. She tried not to think if she needed him in or not.
At the first, she rolled onto all fours and presented herself as she had with Guillermo. Skipper was no Guillermo. He gently placed her on her back, and when he gazed into her eyes while making his entry it was as if he could see into her soul. She closed her eyes because this was too much intimacy and she shifted into action. She whipped her tail side to side and it must have tickled him because he pulled out. "What the deuce?"
"Mmhm, don't you like that?" Her eyes popped open to see a disgruntled penguin above her. The outside world roared into her cave when the sounds of pitterpattering raindrops became a torrent. She felt wild and free and driven. They could work things out, but since she still burned there was no way she could remain a lifeless lump.
"I do not. Stay still."
She squirmed because she felt empty and still incandescent. "Uh, no, Skipper, I've got to move." With the supple backbone of an otter, she thrashed and nearly bounced him off until he pinned her forepaws to the bed with dominating flippers. That still left her legs free and she bowed them to claw at his flanks. He flinched.
"¡Cuidado!"
"Lo siento." She had to explain this to him because she did not want to shock him with her mammalian responses. This new position excited and inspired her, but maybe he had never done it with a mammal or even seen mammals at their private times. Private times ... Private ... She thrust guilt away. "El señor Skipper ha exclamado algo interesante, pero yo estoy quemando."
Instead of replying, Skipper took another tack. He disengaged and flung himself on his back. He gestured wordlessly and she mounted him, a little unsure of herself. One fumbling grope by them both for guidance and he powered inside. She screeched and ground herself in circles, paws on his chest and eyes again squinched shut. He braced her face with his flippers and forced her to look at him. When he gave the timeless gesture with both flippers to draw things out and go slower, she grit her teeth at his desires. Okay okay all right, she could meet him halfway but only halfway. She kept up rocking until they established a rhythm that lasted forever and a day as far as she was concerned.
Sexy noises filled her home for the first time in many weeks. This time the scents of them held greater power and she nearly climaxed from the sensory overload. By the look of him, he was pleased to test his endurance even as he taxed hers. The fire burned her from the inside out as Paulina Rubio wailed your mouth is so amazing you know it makes me crazy.
"Oh yesssss, kiss me all over, Skipper."
Abruptly she rolled off him and he obliged, cupping the back of her head and devouring her tongue as they lay side by side. Oh no, would she need to explain herself before shoving his head to the right place? From observing Private and him, she knew that penguins did what she had in mind.
But no, he knew exactly what she meant as he slid downward. He dove into her muff enthusiastically after flinging her legs over his shoulders. Deeper and deeper he plunged to fly her up to the stars where she hung, trembling. Juno suspended between heaven and earth by Jupiter's clever trap did not shake her chains in greater agony of soul than did Marlene The Otter on the cusp of orgasm.
The commander couldn't allow this on his watch.
At Marlene's gasp, he scuttled forward to reenter, racing on to the finish line while occupying the driver's seat. He swept his flippers under her legs until she jackknifed with most of her body resting on his thighs. The two almost-lovers yowled like twin Red Rhodesian Slashers in heat as they came together. If it had been a perfect world, the steady rain would have turned into a thunderstorm complete with lightning strikes for the occasion but the world stayed its prosaic self.
"T-Team Skilene," Marlene whispered after a long time.
Skipper nodded. He unwound his flipper from holding her paw to diddle her and as her quivering legs fell open once more, he dipped inside. She hadn't the energy to ask why. When he pressed some of her honey mixed with his to her lips, they took turns licking lazily. He pushed inside after fifteen minutes for another go. This time she merely held on for the ride until the coming waves lapped on her peaceful shore as she clenched around him, once twice thrice and then they both dozed.
Marlene was starting to think she was in love after all. When the third time had him holding her across his lap and strumming her center as if she were a Spanish guitar, she nodded off before her come. The last thing she heard was his soft chuckle.
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It was dusk when she woke up to see him still next to her in bed. He shared her pillow as he examined the ceiling intently. "Why didn't you want to go all the way with me before?"
Oh. "Er, uh, I guess I wanted to find another otter at some point to get it on with. I didn't want to think of you thinking that I thought of you as second choice." She attempted a lighter mood. "Also, it since occurred to me there's no reason to hold back because I can't get pregnant."
He made a noise she'd never heard before. "What? That's a thing you were worried about last night? And if Frances Alberta ever shows her face here, we would not be safe from her hoodoo voodoo and it might happen like with Private. What would we do then?"
She was having trouble keeping up with his moods. "I hadn't thought of it, but hey, you've got to realize that the odds of her showing up are not very bi- "
"Never quote me the odds! That's Kowalski's job!"
She grew weary of so much intensity. Maybe he should leave, but before she bounced him from her bed this evening, she'd try seduction. She could handle another session of his avian ability to make her see stars in the daytime. "Forget I said it and think about this: if Julien could see us, he'd revoke that decree saying you were the least fun penguin ever, mi algodón de azúcar." She ran her paw up and down his bicep, but he wasn't distracted.
"So now I feel like second choice, but I appreciate the cutesy nickname, mi dulce."
She frowned. "I don't have any energy left for arguing, Skipper. This was great and you were great, isn't that enough?"
He laughed himself out of his mood. "Hey, I'm just presenting all the different scenarios. Sure this was great. It was more great than I ever thought it would be."
"Uh yeah, I'm not going to even parse that. Let's just say we were great." She noticed the rapidly advancing dinnertime. "I'm starved, mister. Let's split, you to your habitat and me outside for my dinner. Alice will need to leave soon for her nice warm home and I don't know about you, but the rain might give her a chill and well, that's not good for Baby or Baby Mama. Let's be kind and show up for dinner."
He wanted something, she could tell, and then it came out. "Screw Alice and screw dinner. Screw being back at 1800 hours. I want to stay here awhile with you. I need some quiet time away from Private and eggs and Kowalski and Rico and the way Kowalski looks at our eggs like he got cheated out of laying one or something."
"Um, well, okay. I'm not going to do much other than eat. Maybe play a little guitar? Do you want to do that? It helps me settle down."
"I'm settled down but I want true quiet. Can we put off the guitar?"
Awkward and not knowing what would come next, Marlene ventured, "Oookayyyy, quiet it is. But you're such an action guy, won't you be bored?"
He sat on the floor until his bottom chilled and then moved to the rug with his back to her bed. "I hope that being bored is the worst that ever happens to me or you. Let's just sit."
"Can we make quiet after dinner?" Her belly punctuated the words as she twirled one of his head feathers.
He laughed and twisted around to pat her stomach. "Sure. Head topside, I mean outside, and I'll bivouac here."
"Whatever that means, go for it."
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"So, what do you want to do now? Play chess?"
Skipper looked up from contemplating his toe that had some ways to go before becoming identical to the others. He smiled. "Stop and smell the roses, Marlene. Competition can wait."
"Um yeah, I'm just not used to having you around when we aren't, you know, in action mode. This feels weird."
He studied her. "You haven't had a roommate or lived with family for a long time, have you."
"This is making me nervous, yeah."
He looked at odds with himself. "Okay, I'll leave."
"No, no, it's not that I don't want you here - "
"What, then?"
She thought hard to put it into his perspective. "I've lived alone a long time and not needed to hold in burps or random gas after a meal - "
He fell apart and rolled onto his back. "Haw haw haw I don't believe it! Females don't do those things!"
"My friend, you've got a lot to learn. Either Kitka has superb digestion or you two weren't together long enough for you to notice her farts. Ahhhhhh." Better out than in, her mother always said. She sniffed. Not too overwhelming, loud enough for him to hear, just right for a reality check about females. It was not Rhonda-class, but it would do the trick.
"That's all you've got?"
Alarm bells sounded. "Not a competition, you said, so don't start, Skipper. Please don't start, it's raining cats and dogs out there and my home is cozy, right, so I don't want, um, us to run outdoors just for oxygen - "
"No worries. Fish doesn't upset my iron-clad constitution. Remember how I didn't burp for the burping contest?"
She had to think a moment. "Yeah, I do. I thought it was because you needed to be impartial."
"No, lady, I couldn't come up with anything. I hardly ever have gas going either up or down. Now, Kowalski - "
"Don't tell me that he - "
"Yup, once after salmon patties he even bested Rico. He said it was a failed experiment involving sulfur but we all knew better."
She lost it, too, and they rolled together giggling on her rug. When they finished, a long span of peaceful rapport fuzzy-wuzzied her heart. When he left, she missed him until she shook it off.
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