Tablexchair Stories

I don't know what this is Exert: 'Chair sat nervously beside Table, pressed to close that they're almost touching, the perfect curve of one of Table's legs right close to Chair's own. Chair feels a flush of pure want. Desire. Table and Chair have been 'associates' for what feels like decades. They knew each other in IKEA, for crying out loud, and Table never once uttered a word to Chair. The most Chair got was a: "She's coming, try not to break this time." and purposely looked directly at Chair! As if Chair mean for one of their legs to snap in half when one bubble of a human sat on them. Needless to say, Chair still adored Table. Even if Table was more talkative than a mime.' Again, I don't know what this is. I hope you're proud of me, mum.

Ever wanted to read about a Table and a Chair in a romance? Well now's your chance! Join Table and Chair in this brand-new romancy love story. We have fluff, angst, smut, and ice cream. Lots of ice cream. I'm totally writing this based off my own free will and not because of a dare, nope nope nope.....