Chapter Sixteen
Miss Piggy opened the door and headed for the stairs. She did not intend to waste time. "Has anyone talked to him?" she asked Fozzie on the way.
"No," Fozzie said, struggling to keep up with her. "We thought he needed some time to think, and-"
"He's had enough."
She opened Kermit's door and closed it behind her.
"Kermit the Frog, get over here," she snapped.
He did as he was told.
She folded her arms and tapped her foot, waiting for him to get close enough, her eyes measuring.
He stood in front of her.
"HI-YA!"
He slammed into the opposite wall and sat on the floor.
"THAT'S TO KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO YOU!" she announced.
Pain seared in his shoulder, and he took his sling off to rub it properly.
She didn't seem to care about that as she marched across the room and knelt in front of him. "Kermie, he wasn't some innocent little boy- he was trying to kill you!" she implored.
"But he was just a child!" he argued, straightening up and forgetting his shoulder.
"But he wasn't innocent," she said, jutting out her entire face. "He wasn't what a child is."
"But that's just what bothers me!" he said, his arms finding her waist. "He wasn’t innocent!"
"And Robin is," she said sharply, her hands on his shoulders. "It's not the same at all, Kermie. Stop thinking it is!"
"But where was their innocence?" his arms tightened. "There wasn't any there, Piggy!"
"But you're not there! You're here! And there is here!" Each word edged her closer.
"But-"
"Kermie-"
He kissed her.
The kiss caught her off guard, but not nearly as much as how passionate it was. She responded in kind.
He held his aggression, even as he pulled his lips from hers, and pressed kiss after kiss onto her cheek and down to her neck. "Piggy," he murmured between kisses. "You know something?"
"Mm?" She was busying herself on his neck and collar.
He pressed his cheek firmly against hers. "I've missed that karate," he said.
"Mmmm!" She pressed harder against him and put new energy into her kissing.
Feeling her energy, he brought his lips to hers again, and squeezed her closer, returning everything that she gave him in equal measure. When he felt most her weight pressing against him, he turned and pushed, following her with kisses as she lay flat on the floor, thrilling to his every touch.
"Mmmm...." He did not shy from his self-assigned duty, showering her neck and shoulders with kisses. "Tell me," he murmured, "My lovely pig... how faithful have you been... because you're the only woman I ever dreamed of."
"Oh Kermie!" Her arms firmed around him and she strongly locked her lips with his before digging her face into his neck. "You know I'm yours," she growled.
He pulled her back, his hands gripping her tightly, and looked straight into her eyes. "Mine," he said firmly.
"Yes," she whispered.
He waited, grinning as she caught her breath. Then he dove in for another passionate kiss.
"Mmm!" She pressed him close to her.
He found his flippers and slowly stood up, pulling her with him. "Come here," he growled, and with that, they tumbled onto the bed. In the same motion that sent them there, he scooped his hand under the short skirt of her dress and set it firmly on her waist once more, skin against skin.
"Kermie!" she cried out, surprised.
"What?" he asked smugly.
She swatted at his hand from above the dress. "Get your hand out of there!" But her sparkling eyes told him something else entirely.
"Like I've never had my hand on your waist before," he said, leaning in.
"Yes, but-"
"When you were in a bikini," he pressed on, kissing her collarbone. "You 'member that?"
"OH!" His kisses were progressing up her sensitive neck. "Oh... of course..."
He stopped just short of her lips. "So do I," he murmured, and he kissed her sweetly.
She squealed with delight as her arms swept around him.
"Mmm…" He merrily kissed her cheek. "I like this," he said. "I can get used to this."
"Good," she panted.
He brought the freer of his two hands up to the back of her head, and slid his fingers into her hair. "We should do this... a lot," he decided.
"Mm-hm, keep kissing me."
He did. He also kept talking, albeit a bit more intermittently. "And I'll be yours."
"Mm…"
"And you'll be mine."
"Mm…"
He pulled away and smiled at her slyly, with every intention of pushing just the right buttons. "And don't you even think about flirting with anyone but me."
"HA!" She flipped over- it was his turn to be on his back, and never mind what her dress was up to. "Like vous can tell moi what to do!" She kissed him passionately.
"Mmmm…" He responded physically until she moved her lips to some other part of his face. Then his mouth took a more verbal path, while the rest of his body... didn't. "Maybe I will," he said. "Just remember..." He dug his cheek into hers. "You're not the only one in the house who knows karate anymore," he growled.
"WHAT?" She pulled back.
"Part of basic training," he grinned smugly, and he pulled her back down.
"Mmm!" she whimpered as she melted helplessly into his arms.
He pressed her onto her side, pulled back, and looked her over with a dreamy satisfaction. He quietly nuzzled in close. "Hi," he said simply.
She giggled and cuddled him closer. "Hi Kermie," she sighed.
"Missed you," he said.
"Missed you too," she whispered.
"This is nice," he said.
"Mm-hm," she agreed.
He kissed her tenderly, then pulled back and looked at her, his eyes seemingly baffled. "Piggy?" he said quietly. "What am I missing?"
She smiled. "A ring?"
He grinned playfully and tilted his head closer. "I mean something I've all ready had," he said. "Before I left."
Her smile broadened as she noted that he did not deny that he was missing a ring. "Hm…" she thought for a moment. "You haven't talked to Robin yet," she said, looking into his eyes. "You were supposed to do that before this."
"Well I know, but besides that," he said. "There's something else."
She thought for another moment, and then gasped lightly. "The show," she smiled. "The theater."
"Hm," he said. He kissed her cheek. "I guess that's it."
She watched as his face vaguely developed a certain sort of annoyance that he was trying to hide or ignore. "What's wrong?" she murmured.
He nuzzled closer. "My shoulder hurts," he mumbled.
"Oh!" She sat up slightly. "Your sling!"
He scrunched his face up. "I hate that thing," he said.
She kissed his cheek. "You need it, Kermie," she whispered. "It will help you heal." She tried to get up to go get the sling.
He tightened his grip and she fell back down to his side.
She sighed as she gave him a half-hearted glare. "Naughty frog," she grunted.
"Mm-hm." He pressed up to her.
"Kermie," she sighed wearily, "Your shoulder..."
"Maybe you can kiss it all better," he said.
She stiffened to protest. "Oh- you-"
"Please?" He nipped her neck.
She sank down and soothingly kissed his shoulder.
He held her sweetly and touched his face to hers. "Thank you," he said softly. "That feels nice." He kissed her cheek.
She firmly wrapped her arms around him. "Sit up," she instructed as she pulled him upright, and she kissed the back of his shoulder.
"Aw." He settled against her. "Gee, Piggy."
She straightened up and looked into his eyes. "Better?" she whispered.
"Mm-hm."
She kissed his cheek. "You need your sling." She tried to stand.
"Wait," he groaned. He tightened his grip and pressed close to her. "My hand is still in your dress," he growled.
"Then get it out," she giggled.
He did so reluctantly, looked her over, and grinned. "I'm no clothes expert," he said, "But I'm pretty sure your dress doesn't go like that."
She looked herself over. "Not even close," she smiled. "What have you been up to?"
He grinned smugly. "You don't know?"
She stood up, straightened her dress, picked his sling up from where it was still lying on the floor, brought it back to the bed, and sat down. "We should keep this on you all the time," she muttered. "You can't be trusted without it."
"Putting me on a leash, hm?" he grinned.
She helped him into his sling. "How bad does your shoulder hurt?" she asked softly.
He sighed heavily.
She looked at him. "Do you want some aspirin?" she whispered.
He shrugged, reached out, and squeezed her hand. "You don't wanna stick around?" He smiled at her.
"I'll be right back," she whispered into his cheek.
She stood up, but he tightened his grip on her hand. She tugged, trying to get free, and he grinned at her.
"Are you always going to be this difficult?" She leaned in and kissed him sweetly for a long moment. Then she pulled back, keeping one hand on his cheek as she smiled at him. "Just wait for me," she said merrily. "Dream about the show." She turned on her heel and walked away, stopping at the door to smile at him, barely containing how giddy she really was.
She opened the door to see that, instead of being the refuge from his sweet eyes she had thought she would find, the hallway was crowded with concerned faces directed towards Kermit's room.
Taking in her rumpled dress and slightly tussled hair, their concerned eyes were only more questioning.
"He's much better now," she said simply, and she floated away.
The Muppets exchanged glances, and Fozzie went in.
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