Don't You Remember? (A FoxyXMangle Fanfiction.)

Chapter 9

Mangle's POV

I picked a slice of pizza from the box that Chica had brought for us. The older animatronic made amazing pizzas. Everyone was sitting at one of the long party tables in the show room, eating the pepperoni pizza.

I glanced over at Foxy. He was taking a swig from the beer he had managed to obtain from the guards office. He set the yellowish liquid back on the table, once again swearing to Freddy that he'd only have one since the old bear kept warning him.

I chuckled lightly at him, gently bumping him with my shoulder. "You know that's not good for you," I said, smiling at him and glancing towards the beer.

"I know it ain't." Foxy confirmed my statement. "But the stuff's good." He looked back up at me, his yellowish greenish eyes staring right into my own. His face was expressionless and my smile dropped. I turned away back to my own pizza.

Foxy leaned his head on my shoulder, nuzzling into my neck. "Don't be mad at me, love." He said lowly, his voice slightly raspy. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, and I scrunched my nose slightly.

Love. I felt my insides flutter and I nuzzled him back. "I'm not mad.. I was never mad, Foxy."

He looked up at me with this adorable grin plastered over his face, and I could feel myself fluster. He kissed my cheek, then returned back to his pizza and beer.

I looked across the table at Toy Chica, who had he hands pressed up to Toy Bonnie's chest, and was planting a kiss on his nose. I smiled at the sweet sight, flushing at the though of Foxy and I kissing each other playfully like that.

I felt a warm hand on my thigh and turned to see Foxy looking at me. My eyes trailed down to his hand, and I smiled, my whole body igniting at his touch. He squeezed gently, then his large hand was removed from my thigh, and instead placed into my smaller hand.

A rush shook through my body, and I inhaled deeply. I squeezed his hand slightly.

"Getting a little excited there, aren't we lass?" Foxy murmured into my ear so that only I could hear. He placed a small kiss beside my ear, and I turned my head slightly to look at him.

I looked to the empty bottle in front of Foxy. "I think you're a little tipsy, babe," I said, and instantly regretted it. Why did I let myself call him a pet name?

"Babe?" Foxy looked at me and smirked. "I like that." He shifted closer, so that his body is pressing against mine, and he snuggled into me.

I looked around, completely aware that everyone can see our public display of affection. But everyone is too distracted to notice with their own conversations.

Foxy lifted his mouth to my ear, and his warm breath on me sends excited shivers through me. "Come to bed with me tonight, Mangle."

"Of course," I said, pressing myself closer against him.

His hand gave mine one last squeeze before he peeled himself off of me and began talking to Toy Bonnie across the table.

"Just so you know I saw every bit of that."

I turned to the source of the voice to see Toy Chica chuckling across the table from me. "Not that I wasn't doing the same thing," she added.

I flush, ripping my gaze from her and I rubbed my arm. "Shut up," I mumbled.

Toy Chica threw her head back and laughed. "You're funny, Mangle."