I Ain't Gonna Kiss You [Gazelle x Finnick]

~One-Shot~

Most of Gazelle's fans know that Zootopia's Angel with horns lives in Hotel Palm, in the most luxury Penthouse of the city, but not too many of them have reached it because the only way to get into her opulent apartment on the 71th floor it's by a special elevator that only Gazelle and a small number of employees have access, so this makes the place perfect for the singer in order to avoid being disturbed on her own home by her fans, paparazzi or any other annoying animal. However, the obvious exception to this rule is the mammals the doe invites by herself, and one of them it's her boyfriend, the cute and grumpy Finnick.

   The unique pairing was enjoying a lazy Saturday night where both of them had preferred to stay on the female's wealthy apartment to watch a movie.

   Over a large sofa on the living room, a gorgeous gazelle was sitting cross-legged using only a navy blue hoodie and black panties in order to his lover take pleasure in watching her wonderful naked thighs that made him crazy. For his part, Finnick was staying in front of her, over a fluffy green cushion so that the Gazelle didn't have troubles to hug her boyfriend from behind, while her humble breast lay over the fennec fox, for extra pleasure.

    Nevertheless, Finnick wasn't pleased at all; when Gazelle suggested watching a movie at her place, he didn't actually think they spend the night watching a movie in her apartment, he had in mind something a little more... naughty, just as the female is with him in private, so he started to get friendly and to turn up the mood, but the girl just rubbed his large ears, pressed her thighs against him and scratched his sides playfully, all of them were clear signals that she wanted to finish to watch 'Pretty Wombat' without intermissions.

   "Yo Horns, you know," Finnick interrupted, speaking to his girlfriend. "When you talked to me about to spend the night at your place today, I had something else in mind."

   "Oh Finn, of course, there will be a lot to stuff to do later, very, very later... " the doe commented in a seductive tone. "Unless I have a headache, of course."

   "You little..." he mumbled annoyed.

   "But first, I wanted to fool around with my big boy a bit doing some... romantic stuff and so."

   "Hey, you know me, I ain't exactly the most indicate dude for that, I'm literally the opposite to 'romantic'."

   The doe hugged her lover suddenly and moved her snout closer to his sensitive ears.

   "Of course you are, baby," she whispered sultrily.

   The male shivered by the disturbing yet delightful sensation the singer was able to rouse in one of his easier to stimulate zones.

    "I already told you to stop calling me 'baby', you dork," grumbled trying to sound more upset than uncomfortable. "And no, I ain't the lovey-dovey nor sickly-sweet type of mammal."

   "Yes, you are, my little cutie-pie."

   He snarled menacingly trying not to insult her.

   "Yes, you are, on your own way, I don't have doubts. I didn't have my eyes on you for nothing"

   "Bah, then you gonna disappoint; you shouldn't expect too much for me."

   "Well, with your size I didn't expect too much any— Ouch!"

   Finnick separate from her embrace abruptly and jumped down the sofa.

   "Go to the hell, you ugly giraffe!" Finnick bellowed furiously. "I had enough of you joking with my height, I can't stand that stupid movie anymore, nor your awfully big apartment, and especially, I don't bear you, filthy goat!"