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(Backstage snippet after IAVMMC--doesn't fit in with my other stuff, but was still fun to write--Ru)
Destiny is a hard concept to grasp, and an even harder thing to escape. Fortified with adrenaline, Kermit was determined to make the most of the second chance he’d been given. Although he had lingered in the cold, his arm around Fozzie’s shoulder, as long as it had taken to reassure his loyal and long-time friend, there was one other thing he was determined to rectify before the evening was over. “And,” he admitted honestly, “before I lose my nerve.”
“Hey there, Gorgeous—where do you think you’re going?” Piggy almost jumped out of her skin, dropping the key to her dressing room. She spun around and flattened herself against the dressing room door.
“Um, I was just going to change clothes.” Her voice, usually so full of brass and sass, sounded squeaky in her ears.
“Need any help?” Kermit teased. Piggy’s eyes widened as she stared at him and tried to swallow.
“Um, I…uh….”
Kermit advanced on her purposefully and, to her complete astonishment, took her firmly into his arms.
“I believe you promised me a good luck kiss before the show,” he said solemnly. Piggy looked wildly around. If she screamed, would anyone come? Who was this, and what had he done to the real Kermit?
“Oh, well, that was just a—“ Her voice trailed off as Kermit pressed his mouth to hers, folding her more completely into his arms. His hold on her brooked no arguments, and his mouth—moving gently over hers—was coaxing her to respond. She couldn’t seem to get a deep breath into her lungs, but let out a shaky sign and when she felt one of his hands settle firmly on one nicely rounded hip. Although backstage was generally teeming with actors, techies and the usual suspects, no one wandered by while Kermit kissed Piggy in a leisurely fashion. It seemed a long time before they broke apart, staring at each other in amazement.
“Wow,” Kermit said softly. “Could we…could we do that again? Please?”
Piggy looked at him for a moment without moving, then she looked swiftly up the corridor and down. She laughed nervously. “Well, um, why don’t you come on inside and we’ll…talk about it.”
“Great,” Kermit said, following her enthusiastically through the door, but that was all he managed to say for quite some time.
The next evening they moved their good-luck wishing to before the show, but decided on a repeat performance of the previous day’s after-show smoochfest as well. Piggy developed a small row of tiny pinch marks on her plump forearm where she’d repeatedly tested reality, and Kermit was observed humming along in happy oblivion more than once amid the usual chaos of backstage. This new intimacy added substantial punch to their performances on-stage—once Kermit even went out to welcome the audience with lipstick on his neck--and by the end of the show’s run the buzz was so tremendous that Scrubs even called and tried to retract their firing of Piggy. Kermit was polite, but adamant.
“Sorry guys,” he insisted after the third phone call. “Piggy’s back where she belongs and I’m going to see that she’s happy to stay here.” By the time the show broke for New Year’s, the cast was over the shock of seeing Kermit going over the accounts with Piggy sitting on his lap, and nobody even bothered to stare when they were caught canoodling in George’s broom closet for the second time in one day.
“One man’s meat is another man’s poison,” Gonzo said philosophically, steering Fozzie in the opposite direction.
“Do you think Kermit’s feeling alright?” Fozzie said worriedly. “I don’t think he’s getting enough air.”
“Oh, I think he’s getting enough,” Gonzo said enigmatically, and dragged Fozzie off to lunch.
Destiny is a hard concept to grasp, and an even harder thing to escape. Fortified with adrenaline, Kermit was determined to make the most of the second chance he’d been given. Although he had lingered in the cold, his arm around Fozzie’s shoulder, as long as it had taken to reassure his loyal and long-time friend, there was one other thing he was determined to rectify before the evening was over. “And,” he admitted honestly, “before I lose my nerve.”
“Hey there, Gorgeous—where do you think you’re going?” Piggy almost jumped out of her skin, dropping the key to her dressing room. She spun around and flattened herself against the dressing room door.
“Um, I was just going to change clothes.” Her voice, usually so full of brass and sass, sounded squeaky in her ears.
“Need any help?” Kermit teased. Piggy’s eyes widened as she stared at him and tried to swallow.
“Um, I…uh….”
Kermit advanced on her purposefully and, to her complete astonishment, took her firmly into his arms.
“I believe you promised me a good luck kiss before the show,” he said solemnly. Piggy looked wildly around. If she screamed, would anyone come? Who was this, and what had he done to the real Kermit?
“Oh, well, that was just a—“ Her voice trailed off as Kermit pressed his mouth to hers, folding her more completely into his arms. His hold on her brooked no arguments, and his mouth—moving gently over hers—was coaxing her to respond. She couldn’t seem to get a deep breath into her lungs, but let out a shaky sign and when she felt one of his hands settle firmly on one nicely rounded hip. Although backstage was generally teeming with actors, techies and the usual suspects, no one wandered by while Kermit kissed Piggy in a leisurely fashion. It seemed a long time before they broke apart, staring at each other in amazement.
“Wow,” Kermit said softly. “Could we…could we do that again? Please?”
Piggy looked at him for a moment without moving, then she looked swiftly up the corridor and down. She laughed nervously. “Well, um, why don’t you come on inside and we’ll…talk about it.”
“Great,” Kermit said, following her enthusiastically through the door, but that was all he managed to say for quite some time.
The next evening they moved their good-luck wishing to before the show, but decided on a repeat performance of the previous day’s after-show smoochfest as well. Piggy developed a small row of tiny pinch marks on her plump forearm where she’d repeatedly tested reality, and Kermit was observed humming along in happy oblivion more than once amid the usual chaos of backstage. This new intimacy added substantial punch to their performances on-stage—once Kermit even went out to welcome the audience with lipstick on his neck--and by the end of the show’s run the buzz was so tremendous that Scrubs even called and tried to retract their firing of Piggy. Kermit was polite, but adamant.
“Sorry guys,” he insisted after the third phone call. “Piggy’s back where she belongs and I’m going to see that she’s happy to stay here.” By the time the show broke for New Year’s, the cast was over the shock of seeing Kermit going over the accounts with Piggy sitting on his lap, and nobody even bothered to stare when they were caught canoodling in George’s broom closet for the second time in one day.
“One man’s meat is another man’s poison,” Gonzo said philosophically, steering Fozzie in the opposite direction.
“Do you think Kermit’s feeling alright?” Fozzie said worriedly. “I don’t think he’s getting enough air.”
“Oh, I think he’s getting enough,” Gonzo said enigmatically, and dragged Fozzie off to lunch.
I need to print out you stories for when I need to gush! And Lisa and Renee's for when I need to cry!
