« on: 09-03-2011 16:12 »
Okay... I honestly don't know why I never posted this earlier... Anyway, it's a short, shippy story I wrote just over two years ago, involving Fry and his inability to get to sleep. Enjoy!
A kiss Goodnight
The moonlit sky draped across New New York, the city so busy that sleep for some people was not an option, especially for a certain red-haired delivery boy. The digital clock next to the bed reflected the moonlight across the bedroom, the floor sticky with pizza residue, and old magazines lay strewn across the carpet. The purple-haired Cyclops lay with her arm draped across him, the air flowing freely over their bare skin, her peaceful slumber made him smile, yet he could not manage to achieve this same fate he desired. Fry's eyelids stretched wide, sleep for him at the moment was a near impossibility, as the two black balls of fur lay at the end of the bed, snuggling in the night.
He let out a sigh as he felt the breeze from the open window caress his naked self, the heat from the day had let off, the cool night showing mercy and pity for New New Yorkers after the sun had tortured them for ten exhausting hours. Fry propped himself up using his elbows, looking at Nibbler and Fiona as they slept peacefully.
"I don't know how they stay so cool," He thought to himself. "They don't even sweat..."
As he let his head hit the pillow, the lights below let themselves shine into the room, prolonging Fry's sleep-deprived hell.
His hands brushed across his face as the clock blared, "1:25am. Today is the birthday of Gerald Ford, ex-president!" His eyes screamed, yearning for a chance at slumber. The delivery boy sat naked, the quilt covering below his waist, the air stroking his abs, chest and arms. He looked across at Leela, her long purple hair flowing freely. His eyes scanned her up and down; he couldn't help but smile as she slept so silently that not even an Alien invasion could wake her.
As he stroked his chin, he could feel the stubble across it. Not even bothering to dress, he walked into the bathroom, the light piercing the darkness via a simple switch. Feeling the cool water splashed on his face, Fry shaved the unsightly stubs of hair off of his chin. As he looked at his face in the mirror, he could see that he wasn't the same delivery boy he was eight years ago. His expression matched that of a drug-addict, the insomnia was beginning to get to him.
"Fry" A voice called out. "Is that you in there?" Her voice was soft, gentle, a complete opposite of the strict, yet fair captain that oversaw the deliveries.
"Yeah, I can't sleep..." He replied. "I don't know why..."
She walked in, wrapping her arms around Fry's waist. As he felt her breasts against his back, she lightly kissed him across his collarbone. Turning to face her, he looked at her single eye. To him, the imperfection didn't exist, it only augmented her beauty.
"I do..." she whispered in his ear. Leading him back into the bedroom, she pulled the cover up, before sliding underneath. As Fry followed suit, a puzzled expression was spread across his face.
"Why can't I sleep?" he axed. Pulling him close, she pressed her lips against his own, before smiling, "I didn't give you a kiss goodnight."
He smiled, and responded with a kiss of his own. "Goodnight, Leela."
Wrapping her arms around his waist, she kissed him softly on his forehead. "Goodnight, Fry."
As the two fell asleep the city grew louder, and the night grew warmer, yet they didn't care. They had the most important things of all in the entire universe. They had each other, as well as their love.