Lasagna!Pookie (MM?, furry, slash)


"Garfield, dinner!"

Garfield snuggled deeper in his box and mumbled, "Gravity is in effect
here.  Bring it to me."

"It's lasagna"

*Zooooooommmmmm*

Jon looked down at the table where just a second ago a pan of lasagna had
sat.  "Well at least I served myself first..."  He broke off at the site
of his empty plate, then yelled.  "Garfield!  That was my dinner too!"

Garfield smirked and called out, "Pizza delivery number is by the phone.
I'll take a large meat-lovers Jon."  He set the pan of lasagna down, then
reached over and flipped his blanket out his box, uncovering his best
friend.  "Pookie, look what I have for dinner.  Your pizza's gonna be
here soon, I had Jon order you a large meat-lovers.  What?  You can't eat
the entire thing by yourself and you insist on sharing it with me? 
You're such a good friend."

He grinned at Pookie and reached into the pan of lasagna and scooped up a
pawful.  "You don't mind if I start without you?  Thanks!"  He reached
over and hugged Pookie in thanks, accidentally getting him covered in
lasagna.

"Pookie!  I told you, your pizza would be here soon.  You didn't have to
start eating my dinner."

Garfield licked his paw clean while he eyed the cheese, meat and pasta
covered bear.  "You know, that's a good look for you.  It brings out the
black in your button eyes and the tomato sauce compliments the thread in
your mouth.  Pookie..." He paused for a minute and reached out with the
paw that still had lasagna on it and brushed it against Pookie's nose. 

"Gasp. Oh no.  Pookie, I got lasagna on your nose.  I'm a bad bad cat."
Garfield cocked his head to one side, "What?  You want me to clean it
off?  Well if you insist.  Besides, lasagna should never be wasted."

He took a step forward until he was nose to nose with Pookie.  He flicked
his tongue lightly several times over Pookie's nose, until it was free of
lasagna bits.   When he finished, he sat back on his haunches, "Mmmmm you
taste good, Pookie.  What?  You want me to clean the rest of you off
too?"  He grinned a Cheshire grin. "I'd love too."  He stretched out a
paw, pulled Pookie to him and purred, "Have I ever told you how much I
love lasagna?"

He continued to purr as he began to lick Pookie's neck and then down his
chest, his rough tongue causing the bear's fur to stand up in tufts.
Whenhe reached Pookie's waist he stopped and stared at the area he just
finished cleaning.  He reached out and stroked a paw down Pookie's chest,
his claws half out, leaving thin, slight trails in the bears fur.  "You
should bathe in tomato sauce from now on.  It's made your fur soooo
soft." 


Again he brushed his paw down Pookie's chest.  He watched as the fur
sprang back up after his paw passed.  A gleam entered his eyes as he
stared at Pookie.  His nose twitched and his tail rose straight up in the
air.  He looked up and gazed into the bear's cute button eyes, "Isn't it
amazing the places tomato sauce can get into?" he asked mischievously. 
Not waiting for a response, Garfield stood again and licked Pookie on his
nose then slowly licked a line down the clean furry chest of the bear,
this time not stopping at its waist.  Purring loudly, he licked between
the bear's short,
furry legs.  The tip of his tail was twitching like crazy as he pressed
his nose against Pookie's belly.  He continued to lick long strokes
between the bears legs.

Garfield's breathing quickened and the tip of his tail flicked this way
and that way.  Suddenly he pulled back from Pookie and looked into his
dark button eyes.  He paused, then nodded once, firmly.  He pounced on
top of the bear and started humping it as he licked and nipped at its
neck. Finally with a last twitch of his tail and thrust of his hind end,
Garfield stilled then collapsed on top of Pookie.

Still purring, Garfield rolled off Pookie and onto his side.  He reached
out with a paw and swatted a bit of fur from one of Pookie's button eyes,
then laid his head on Pookie's shoulder.  "That had to be the best
lasagna I've ever had," he said contentedly.