"I'm so glad I could show you this", said Loony BoB.
"You were right, it really is beautiful" replied Del Murder.
The two were sitting atop Loony BoB's thinking rock, alone in the woods.
"I've never said this to anyone before, but Tony, I think you're a really special person, and I'm so glad you could be a part of my life" said Loony BoB, putting his hand on Del Murder's arm. Del Murder blushed and looked away, and BoB did not remove his hand. He could tell that Del was nervous, and was waiting for BoB to do all the work.
"Why are you so pretty, chipmunk?" he pressed further, now running his hands through Del Murder's greasy hair.
"I told you not to call me that!" said Del Murder, fiercely, but BoB knew Del's protests were half-hearted.
"What would you have me call you instead, hmm? Buttercup? Rose? Tulip? Of course, none of these flowers are as beautiful as you". Del Murder swelled inside. He liked hearing these things, but he was yearning for BoB to make his move, to take the next step. BoB was an old hand at this, and he knew that the longer he dragged it out, the better it would be. Of course, he couldn't take too long, else the moment would be lost.
"You're too nice to me, Daniel", simpered Del Murder, stealing a quick glance at BoB's lips. "I'm so lucky to have you in my life."
"Oh, I'm the lucky one." grinned BoB, and it was at that point he dived in and took the plunge.
Their lips melted together, as butter on a piece of fresh toast. The air was hot, humid, and the kiss soon followed suit, becoming more and more passionate. BoB explored with his tongue, and Del had to fight every urge in his body, for he knew this was wrong, and yet it felt so wonderful.
BoB placed his hand on Del's thigh, and Del knew what that meant.
"Oh Daniel, let's not spoil it" he said.
"Oh, I quite agree" replied the kiwi, kissing Del's neck. "We most definitely shouldn't spoil it" rubbing his hand up and down his thigh.
"Stop" moaned Del.
"I'll only stop if you want me to. Do you want me to?"
"No..."