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Ruin
“You needed me for something, ‘Clipse?” Gator asked as he entered Parts and Services.
“Yes! Glad you’re here, I needed you to try on the clothes I’m making right now.”
Gator laughed, “Any reason why?”
“Well I don’t have a Monty chapped mannequin to use, if I did you wouldn’t be here right now.” Ruin said in annoyance.
“Okay, okay, I get it.” Gator held his hand up in defense, “Why do you need me to try on first?”
“The pants, I’ll have you try them on and I’ll make marks where I need to make adjustments.”
“M-kay.” Gator took the pants from Ruin’s hands.
“The back is a bit open, but that’s just because I need to figure out how I’m gonna make a hole for your tail.”
“Mhm.” Gator slid the pants over his legs, “Couldn’t you just make it open, and then put a button in? That way I could just button it up?” The alligator asked.
“That's… Not actually a bad idea, but aside from that, how do the pants feel?” Ruin picked up a piece of chalk from his work bench.
“They feel fine, other than it being a bit weird in the back.”
“Stand still for a moment, I need to mark where I’m going to hem the pants.”
“Okay.”
Gator stayed as still as he could, other than fidgeting with his hands. He watched as Ruin made marks on the ends of the pants, everything else was so boring and dull in Parts and Services, almost no color.
“I can feel you staring at me, love.” Unintentionally, Gator had become a bit intense in his staring, so much so that Ruin had noticed without even having to see the alligator’s face.
“Oh, sorry.” Gator apologized, looking away to see the various fabric and string in addition to the sewing machine Ruin had.
“It’s fine, I know you just zone out sometimes.”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, I’m done now, you can move.”
“‘Kay,” Gator visibly relaxed at hearing Ruin’s words.
“Now try on the gloves.” Ruin handed them to Gator, Gator taking them from him. He pulled them onto his hands, they were made out of a soft purple colored fabric that was also flexible. “How do they feel?” Ruin asked.
“They feel fine, nothing to them other than that.”
“Good, take everything off now and give them to me, including your normal clothes.”
“I-What?” Was Ruin asking him to strip? Why was Ruin asking him to strip? A bright red blush came onto Gator’s face.
“To try on the pajamas I made you silly! What else would I need you to strip for?” The worry and flusteredness in Gator dissipated after hearing Ruin’s response.
“Oh! Right.” Gator laughed nervously in an attempt to cover up the fact he thought that Ruin had wanted to have sex with him right then and there in parts and services, even though Gator didn’t even have the parts to do that yet. Key word “yet”.
“The back of the pants are also a little bit weird on the back, it’s for the exact same reason as the other pants.”
“I see,” Gator took off his shirt, along with the pants and gloves.
“Here,” Ruin handed Gator the pajamas. Gator taking them for him (again). Gator put them on, moving around a bit. The pajamas weren’t really much, just a grey shirt and dark sweatpants, “They feel nice?”
“Very, I like that they’re soft.”
“That means that they’ll be nice to sleep in.”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll take those back and you can put your normal clothes back on.”
“M-kay.”
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“Come cuddle with meeee!” Gator complained, his chin resting on top of Ruin’s head.
“Not yet, hon. I’m almost done.” Ruin tried his best not to pay attention to his lover’s incessant whining, and just to his sewing.
Gator groaned in annoyance, “Can we just cuddle for five minutes?”
“Five minutes will turn into the rest of the night because you’ll refuse to let go of me.” Ruin responded, continuing to sew, even though Gator continued to complain. Even if he did complain a lot, to the point where Ruin was ready to punch him in the stomach, Gator never forced Ruin. Never, ever attempted to pick him up and carry him, Gator would only do that if he thought Ruin was overworking himself. And by the way Gator was whining, it seemed he just wanted cuddles. Gator moved his head to Ruin’s shoulder, sitting down on his knees so he wouldn’t have to bend over too much.
“Can I at least have a kiss?” He asked.
“When I’m done sewing this seam, it won’t take too long though, don’t worry.”
“Hmf.” Gator pouted, wrapping his arms around Ruin’s torso, maybe it was supposed to be a hug? Or maybe Gator just wanted to hold Ruin, the celestial bot didn’t know, nor did he exactly care to know at the moment.
“There, I’m done, you can have your kiss now.” Gator perked up at Ruin’s words, his expression changing from one of poutiness, to one of excitement, with just a hint of curiosity. The celestial bot found it endearing that the other could be so excited for just a simple kiss. “Well come on and stand up you big doofus, I can’t give you a proper kiss from there.” Gator stood up, standing next to his lover. Their lips mashed together in a somewhat sloppy, yes passionate kiss. A hand came up to the back of Ruin’s ears, beginning to scratch and pet.
The action made the celestial bot purr against Gator’s lips. The two parted, but Gator didn’t move his hand. A warm smile appeared on Ruin’s face, his purrs continuing at a steady pace. Gator could see love in Ruin’s eyes, non-stop, unconditional love that could never stop.
“Take a break, you can continue your work tomorrow.” Gator pressed his snout against the top of Ruin’s head.
“But I’m so close to finishing!” Ruin whined.
“You can finish it tomorrow morning, especially because you don’t have a shift at the daycare tomorrow. You’ll have all day to work on it.” Gator promised, continuing his petting.
“Fine…”
“Good.”
“But you have to give me cuddles.”
“Of course, love.”