Genuine Heart (Chucky Fanfic)

06 - Like Husband, Like Wife

I pat my hand on Chucky's chest after fixing his collar. "There you go, handsome." I could not help but say, then turn around to face the mirror. "Now it's my turn to get dressed."

"I don't really get why we have to go through this shit--" He groans looking at his reflection in the mirror then at me,

"Well, first off, if we're gonna live here, we have to make a good impression." I argue then walk over to the closet to look for a nice, casual dress. "They're gonna be our neighbors forever." I suddenly frown at that thought. Two nice lovey-dovey couples next door, forever gonna bark outside our door for annual dinners. Ugh. Chucky's not gonna like that.

"At least I look good in this damn sweater." He suddenly brags and I turn to see him smirk at himself in front of the mirror. "Kinda feel like Sean Connery dressed like a suburban dad, though." He sneers and shakes his head at the claim. I laugh and head over to him, take his face and give him a kiss, "Shut up. You look dashing." I say, staring into his beautiful, blue eyes. It's as if I'm staring right at Charles' soul. 

"You sure I look dashing?" he asks quietly, "or the real owner of this meat suit?"

I sigh, "Chucky." I roll my eyes, "When I look at you, I see you. I hear you." I pause then give him a long kiss, then pull away, "...and taste you, Charles Lee Ray."

Chucky takes a deep breath, staring at my lips. "Whatever you say."

"Never have I ever not stopped thinking about you." I say then kiss his cheek, then head back tot he closet to get dressed.

* * *

"Hon? You ready?" I hear Meg shout from upstairs. 

"Yeah, I've been waiting over here." I shout back, pacing the floor and looking out the window. "Better hurry before the Flanders come rushing to our door, wondering if something bad has happened to us on the way there."

Meg's voice sounder clearer, "We're just like what--late for 5 minutes?"

"Exactly." I say and turn around, and see a stunning gal standing in front of me. Our eyes meet and my brain stops working. Fuckin' gorgeous woman standing in front of me, how can I resist?

"Babe." I say,

She laughs at me. I feel like an idiot.

"I mean--" I clear my throat, "You look hot. So beautiful."

"You look perfect." she says to me.

You look like my wife. Soon-to-be-wife.

Meg stands in front of me, smiling. "You sure we have to go to that dinner?" I ask and scratch my nape, "I think we can make a raincheck and uh...check these instead..." I say, caressing her waist and lowering my hand. She giggles and pulls herself closer to me. She breathes on my neck and I immediately feel heat. She whispers, "we have to go. But if we get home early, you know what to do." She says.

I shake my head, "Alright."

"If." She starts,

"IF?"

"If you behave." She says.

Behave? She's kidding. I haven't killed anyone in a week, she should be proud of me.

"Not really behave but...just don't kill them even if you have the urge to."

"Even if they piss me off?"

"We can only go there if we don't have any other choice." She adds.

I shrug anyway, "Let's just get this over with. I know that already, alright?" I say.

Meg clings onto my arm as we head for the door. "Chucky?" she says, I look at her. We stop walking. "Yeah?"

"I just thought maybe if you didn't really want to do this, we don't have to?" She says quietly. It's like she's hesitating to even spit the words out.

"What? What are you talking about?"

Meg looks at me, "I don't want to force you into something you don't want."

"Youre not, babe. Where is this even coming from?" I squint my eyes, thinking what's gotten into her.

"Nothing. I just want you to know that I love you. And thank you for doing this. I know you're not used to--"

"Normal?" I finish her sentence. 

"No."

"It's okay." I reassure her and look at the door, "I got you. You got me. I gotta be honest though, I don't want to see a squeaky clean pair of shitheads and make love with you instead but, one night won't hurt." I say.

She pauses and I see a smile creep on her lips. Damn, I can't help but smile as well.

"Let's go." She says.

"Let's." We both walk out the door.