Küss Mich, Fellfrösch

TITLE: Küss mich Fellfrösch
AUTHOR: Cyndiana
ARCHIVE: A Feather in the Blood (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/afeatherintheblood)
RATING: PG for references to M/M sexuality
PAIRING: Doomy/Paul
SYNOPSIS: An EXTREMELY short fic--Will Paul ever find his Prince Charming?
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Not intended as a statement of fact. Not for profit.

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I sit, smoking my stolen Marlboro. Hell, Richard won’t miss ONE will he? I haven’t smoked in a good year, but what will one hurt, really?

The grass beneath me is cool with morning dew, and the moisture soaks through my pants, but it’s no bother.

You hold a VERY frightened frog in your hands. You kiss it atop the head.

“Paul, what ARE you doing?”

You kiss it again. You pout cutely, and let it hop from your hands, and it flees like a madman.

“I was hoping he’d turn into a prince.”

I laugh softly and take another drag of my, well, RICHARD’S, cigarette.

You have found another frog, and kiss it as well. It looks up at you curiously and you return its gaze. After a moment, you let It go.

“No luck again, Paulie?”

You shake your head, and wipe your mouth. You sit beside me.

“I think he liked me.” “Maybe.”

I finish my smoke, and snuff out my cigarette.

“Do you think I’ll ever find my Prince Charming, Schneider?” you ask. “Keep kissing frogs, Paul, and you just might.”

I make a froggy face at you. You smile and kiss me deeply. I don’t rebuff you. Somehow, I have no desire to. My hand finds its way to the back of your head, and I caress it gently, returning your kiss. You pull away, and sit laughing.

“Ja, one day I’ll find him. If I keep kissing frogs.”

I smile softly and stand, preparing to return to my hotel room. I laugh gently and say, “Ribbit, ribbit.”

Just as I thought, I can hear you scrambling hurriedly to your feet.

Küss mich Fellfrösch...