"Edge no!! Edge! Oh Edge, I think you killed her!"
Edge threw his hands up in the air. "For god's sake, Christian, it's a damn beany baby!"
The long-haired blonde glared at his lover. "She is not, she's my Ginger! And you hurt her!" He pouted as he cuddled the little kitten doll.
Edge rolled his eyes. "Gee, I'm so sorry I sat on your toy, Christian. 'She' is fine, ok? It's not like she's gonna break from getting a little squished, she's stuffed with fluff."
Christian gasped. "You apologize to Ginger right now for that!" he demanded, holding out the little stuffed animal.
"I will NOT apologize to a toy!" Edge growled. "I know this is all about you wanting a real kitten, and you can forget it! Do you know what a cat would do to this house? It would be ruined!"
"I refuse to speak to you until you apologize for sitting on her," Christian announced stubbornly, setting the 'kitten' down on the coffee table and crossing his arms.
"I still can't believe you called my mother to confirm that I'm *not* actually allergic to cats," Edge muttered. "I only said it to shut you up about it! It was no reason to deny me sex for a full WEEK afterwards!"
"Apologize!" Christian demanded stubbornly, his eyes narrowing. "Or I might just have a headache tonight; no, make that the rest of the week."
"No problem, I've got plenty of Tylenol in my bag," Edge shot back.
Christian huffed. "Sorry, Tylenol does nothing for my you-being-a-jerk related headaches."
"I'm not being a jerk!" Edge threw his hands up in the air in defeat. "Fine, I'm sorry I sat on your stupid toy, ok?"
"Apologize TO HER!" Christian demanded.
"No!" Edge glared at his pretty blonde lover. "Look, you can't use sex to get your way this time, ok? Contrary to what you may think, I do not think with my dick alone, and I will not have a cat in this house! I hate cats!"
Christian scowled, stamping his foot. "God dammit Edge, I want a kitten!"
"No," Edge growled.
"I'll take good care of her!" Christian pressed.
"No."
"I'll clean the litter box every day, and I'll never let it get smelly, and I'll never ask you to do it!" Christian stated.
"No!"
"Edge, I really really badly want a kitty!" Christian wailed. "I even talked to the neighbor lady, and she has two cats, and she said she'd be delighted to watch our kitty when we're not here, so the cat wouldn't even be in the house except when we can watch her! Edge, please, please, please let me get a kitten! You'll like her once you get used to her! Please!"
"How many times do I have to tell you no?" Edge demanded.
"Oh come on!" Christian whined. "I go along with stuff you wanna do! Remember when you wanted to do that stupid experiment to find out if regular condoms really are stronger than the flavored ones? It only took me a week to agree to that!"
"That's different!" Edge exclaimed. "That was one night; a cat is like a 20 year commitment!"
"Well then it just goes along with OUR commitment - which will be 20 years in just a few more years." Christian put his hands on his hips. "We've known each other for more than 20 years, and it's been great, hasn't it?"
"Of course," Edge agreed. "But baby, you're the love of my life. A cat has nothing to do with that."
"No, a cat is just more love!" Christian stated. "They're such wonderfully loving creatures Edge, they add to much to people's lives! Didn't you like the kitties I had when I was growing up?"
"I didn't like Sparticus," Edge muttered.
"Oh, Sparticus was a darling, he just didn't like me snuggling with you instead of him," Christian pointed out. "Besides, we would raise this kitten together, so she would love and adore both of us. Really, Edge, she'll love you! Just come to the pet store with me and look at a few cute little kitties, ok? Can you at least do that?"
Edge hesitated a moment, then sighed. "Fine. I'll LOOK, but that's all I'm promising." He paused, glancing on the toy on the table. "If I agree to look, do I not have to apologize to the beanie baby?"
Christian grinned. "No, sweetie, you don't have to apologize to Ginger." He headed to the door, slipping on his shoes and tossing Edge his coat. He got a speculative look on his face as his lover grabbed the car keys. "What do you think we should name her? Should we pick it out in advance? Or should we wait to see what she looks like first? Maybe we should do that, make sure the name fits and all."
"We're just looking!" Edge exclaimed. "I didn't say we're getting one!"
Christian smiled, taking Edge's hand and holding it affectionately
as they headed out the door. "Right. Of course." He chuckled, a confident
smile on his face as they left the house.