A/N: Here we are again, another oneshot turned-something-not-quite-a-oneshot. Got the idea partially from a certain... Eh...Let's not go there. _ Anyway, thanks to my muse, and also my good friend DRAGONGHOST, I was able to turn this into a viable fic! Hope you like it!

The sun beat down on the cement porch outside the Turner household, easily turning it, along with the driveway, sidewalk, and surrounding streets; hot enough to fry an egg on. The grass of the front yard surrounding the porch was burned a dull brown color in several places, while the living green grass that remained was slowly scorched in the hot California sun. And while Dimmsdale was not experiencing a drought(or at the very least, one hadn't been confirmed yet), it was still unusually hot, even for June in southern California.

The one reprieve was that it was a dry heat, but even then, most of the town's citizens wisely chose to stay indoors, hop into the somewhat cool water of their pools, or head off to the beach; anything to try and keep cool in the relentless heat wave.

"Ugh!" Timmy Turner, fifteen year old resident of Dimmsdale, magnet for strange occurrences, and one of the very few children in the history of Fairy World to keep his fairy godparents well into his teenage years, groaned in disgust at the oppressive heat that mercilessly assaulted his hometown. He turned over onto his side as he laid in bed in his room; his bright yet tired blue eyes falling on the fishbowl his godparents called home, the sloping curve of the glass bowl speckled with droplets of condensed water. "Why'd you two have to pick this week to go on your honeymoon...?"

He turned back over to lay on his back, his arms and legs splayed out as he panted slightly. Currently, the teen was wearing little more than a pair of jean shorts, and would likely have stripped down to nothing at all, were it not for his modesty. Beneath him, his blanket and sheets were damp with sweat, forming a teenager-shaped imprint on the fabric that was visibly darker than the rest of it. Part of him wanted to take a shower, but a bigger part knew that it wouldn't help for long, especially considering the fact that he'd already taken a cold one when he first got up.

Timmy turned his head to his right, gazing across his room to his closed closet door, contained within which was a relatively new air conditioning unit, only sparingly used the year before. The same air conditioner the brunet had been too lazy to install last night, when he'd first noticed just how hot the night air had become, and struggled to get to sleep because of it. "Fwah... There's gotta be an easier way to cool off..." He looked away from his closet door and up to the blue ceiling of his room. "...One that doesn't require manual labor..."

The teen sat up in bed, grimacing as his blanket clung to his skin for a few seconds, almost feeling sticky due to the sweat soaking it. He swung his legs off his bed, and rose to his feet, then paused to steady himself as he felt a bout of light-headedness hit him. "There has to be something in the fridge..."

The buck-toothed teen yanked the door to his room open and stepped out into the hallway, frowning even more in disgust as the dry, hot air hit his skin, not allowing him to cool off in the slightest. "Soon as Cosmo and Wanda come back, I'm wishing for an early winter... And fall... And just for summer to be over! Ugh! I'd rather be stuck in Algebra with Crocker than deal with this heat!" He muttered angrily as he shuffled down the hallway of his house's second floor, then grasped the railing of the stairway upon reaching it; descending carefully due to his feet being damp with sweat as well.

Once at the bottom of the stairs, and in the living room, Timmy breathed out a small sigh of relief, noticing the very slight decrease in temperature compared to the second floor. "Ah... Guess it's something..." He spoke in a hushed tone, catching sight of the seemingly unconscious form, and unmistakeable red hair; of his babysitter, Vicki, her arm draped lazily over her eyes as she slept on the couch rather peacefully.

To set the record straight, she wasn't technically his babysitter anymore, but she still very much acted like it, as Timmy's parents chose to keep her hired on as something of a housekeeper to keep an eye on things whenever they were out on their little 'business trips', and Vicki seemingly included the brunet as one of those 'things'.

That wasn't to say that she still forced him to do chores(though she did still tell him to, which he obeyed out of habit), nor did she really even yell at him or threaten his life with various sharp implements anymore. In truth, their relationship had become somewhat less vitriolic, and somewhat more amicable, though that also meant that things now escalated in a new, significantly frustrating direction...

The teen quietly moved toward the door leading into the kitchen, positioned directly across from the stairs he'd just descended; his feet making somewhat unpleasant sticky noises with each step on the living room's hardwood floor. At about the halfway point, just in front of the television, Timmy paused and glanced at the couch to his right; his head steadily turning to follow his gaze, until both eyes fell squarely on Vicki.

In the same way that time had brought about changes in the brunet, like puberty, a mildly deeper voice, and a modest increase in height; it had in turn been quite kind to the red-head, as it had not only done away with her lanky teenage body and left her with a more filled out, mature one(though her mannerisms hadn't matured by much in comparison), but had also made her marginally-with the key word here being marginally-more pleasant to be around, to the point that the teen no longer avoided her like the plague, and would even come down from his room to see what she was up to, on occasion.

Timmy looked his ex-babysitter up and down, quickly realizing the heat was doing quite a number on her as well, even as she slept. Her hair was damp with sweat, making her look like she'd only just stepped out of the shower, and she slept with her right arm lazily thrown over her eyes; her mouth gaping open and breathing slow, steady breaths. His gaze traveled further down to her chest, clad in a lime-green tank-top; rising and falling in pace with each breath she took. Traveling just a tiny bit further down, Timmy's eyes fell on the twenty-one year old's modestly-sized breasts, causing him to quickly notice a little protruding bump on either one, indicating that she'd apparently decided against wearing a bra today, or had taken it off shortly after arriving at his house.

The fifteen year old glanced around the living room, his eyes searching the area around the couch for the aforementioned undergarment, before coming to the conclusion that his first assumption seemed to be the correct one.

It didn't take long for the brunet's eyes to find their way back to the older girl's body, his blue orbs moving further south over the pale, delicate skin of her belly and navel, bare due to her tank-top having rolled itself up a little; likely from its owner's tossing and turning in the oppressive heat. Below that, Vicki was clad in little more than a pair of white cut-off jean shorts; which her hips filled out rather nicely(in Timmy's opinion). Finally, his eyes traced their way down her smooth, equally pale thighs and calves, before ending at her feet, also bare; with her white sandals laying on the floor just a few inches in front of the couch.

"Why are the hot ones always crazy...? Or at least really, really hard to be around..." The fifteen year old sighed heavily, trying to will the thought of the scantily-clad red-head out of his mind. To Timmy, Vicki wasn't just hot, she was absolutely stunning, easily the most beautiful girl he knew; beating out Trixie Tang by a wide margin.

Unfortunately, she was also(pretty much) the same Vicki that delighted in teasing and torturing him since he met her at eight years old, and while she no longer tortured him in quite the same way that she used to, she still loved to tease him relentlessly, and it was this very teasing that caused Timmy to find her so unapproachable most of the time. Yes, he most certainly found her agonizingly attractive, but the worry that she'd either make fun of him for it-or worse, use the information to blackmail him-was always in the back of his mind, exerting enough control over his mental faculties to allow his better judgment to win out over... Certain other parts of his anatomy.

With his mind at last returning to his original reason for coming downstairs, the buck-toothed teen oriented his body back toward the direction of the kitchen, leaving the older girl to her rest as he quietly pushed the unlatching door that separated the two rooms open, and left the living room.

"Alright, let's see what's left..." Timmy mused to himself as he stepped over to his refrigerator and pulled the door open, before sighing at the reveal that his parents had yet to go grocery shopping. Several juice bottles rested on the shelf on the fridge door, all containing roughly an ounce or less of the juice that had once filled them, with one even being completely empty. "Gee, wonder who would've done that..." Timmy pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance at his babysitter's handiwork, noticing her calling card-a nearly empty bottle of pink lemonade-situated among the other bottles. The only other noteworthy item in the fridge was a gallon of milk, and that too had only a sip or two left. "Rrgh... I wouldn't even mind that she drank everything... Except she never leaves me more than a drop, and can't even bother to throw them out when she finishes them!" He whispered out harshly as he closed the fridge door with a light slam, his dreams of cooling off with something more substantial than water thoroughly dashed. "...Unless...?" Timmy turned his attention to the freezer door and pulled it open, then carefully scanned the interior. "Maybe, just maybe~..."

The teen reached his hand into the bin of the freezer's ice maker, full of fresh ice; and shifted the many ice cubes around, steadily working his hand to the bottom. "C'mon... Gimme a break-Oh!" His fingers curled around a long, thin plastic package, bringing a triumphant smile to his face. "Yes!" Withdrawing his hand from the ice bin, Timmy shut the freezer door and eyed his prize excitedly, then promptly tore off the white plastic packaging, revealing a bright orange ice pop on two little wooden popsicle sticks, the treat itself covered in a slight coating of ice crystals, due to how long it had been entombed in the freezer. "Hah... Maybe after this, I'll have the energy to put in that air conditioner..." As he finished, Timmy stuck his tongue out and licked the popsicle, the little ice crystals melting onto his tongue. "...Maybe."

Passing by the trash can, he tossed the popsicle wrapper into it, then bumped the door separating the living room and kitchen open, occasionally giving his frozen treat another lick every few steps. "Hmm..." Timmy paused upon entering the living room, humming in thought as he looked over toward the stairs, his tongue out and pressing mid-lick against the popsicle. "I could go back upstairs... But then again, it is still a little cooler down here..." He eyed the leftmost couch cushion, the one Vicki's legs laid across. "Well, here's hoping you're a heavy sleeper, Vicki." Turning toward the couch, Timmy used his foot to push the red-head's sandals out of the way, then stepped in front of the cushion her legs laid across, giving her left leg a gentle nudge with his knee.

He glanced at her face, her right arm still thrown over her eyes; for any sign of consciousness, then shrugged when none came and stuck the popsicle in his mouth, biting down on it to hold it in place. "Jst g'nna..." Timmy mumbled out over the icy treat as he lifted his ex-babysitter's legs with both arms, then carefully slipped under them and sat down on the couch, before finally letting the girl's legs gently come to rest in his lap, letting out a sigh of relief as he took his popsicle out of his mouth with his right hand. "There." He whispered out quietly. "Didn't even notice-"

"Nnf... What are you doing, Twerp?" The red-head, not quite as unconscious as she appeared, muttered out wearily, her voice heavy with fatigue from the seemingly inescapable heat. "It's too hot to be getting all clingy..." Vicki shifted her legs back and forth across the brunet's lap as she tried to stretch and get more comfortable.

"I noticed, thanks." Timmy remarked sarcastically as he lifted his left thigh by just a few inches, preventing Vicki's legs(though he was fairly certain she didn't realize it) from rubbing against a particularly sensitive area. "But it's still cooler than upstairs, so can I... Y'know, just stay down here for a few?"

"Depends." Vicki smirked, her arm still thrown over her eyes.

"On... What?" The teen asked uneasily, taking another quick lick of the ice pop.

"On... Hm... Well, if you want to share the couch with me, especially in this heat, you're gonna have to bring something to the table..." The twenty-one year old moved her arm off her face and pushed herself up a little, using the arm of the couch as a headrest. "What's in it for me-" Vicki paused as she stared at the teen she still considered her charge, then blinked once, twice, and finally leaned toward him a bit, absently wondering if what she was seeing was real. "Heheh... That's not a bad start... You strip down just so I'd be more likely to grant your request, Twerp?"

Timmy glanced at Vicki out of the corner of his eye, once again pausing mid-lick; his cheeks flushing a light shade of pink. After a moment, his tongue darted back into his mouth, and he turned his head to face the girl, eying her curiously... And maybe a little warily. "Is... Is it working?" He joked, lips curling up into the slightest of grins.

The red-head looked the fifteen year old over, not realizing he'd been doing the very same thing to her not five minutes prior. "Eh... You could stand to put on a little more muscle, kid..." Vicki gripped the back of the couch with her right arm and pulled herself up into a sitting position, then poked Timmy's left bicep with her index finger. "And you really ought to go out a little more; don't have much of a tan, skin might even be getting a bit pasty..." She walked her fingers up his arm, across his shoulder and behind his neck, then allowed her hand to settle on the opposite shoulder, using the teen as leverage to very nearly pull herself into his lap. "But neither of those things really matter, y'know? 'Cause you've got something else I want, something I'd love to get a taste of... Know what I mean?" Vicki spoke in a low, sultry tone, licking her lips as she finished.

Meanwhile, Timmy's brain had already gone into overdrive, making him fidget somewhat in the older girl's grasp as his blush deepened to a cherry red color, and his heart began to pound rapidly in his chest. "A t-taste?" The teen winced, feeling a familiar tightness in his shorts as the twenty-one year old drew a bit closer, her warm breath ghosting over the orange-flavored treat between them, turning her breath of air cold and visible as it wafted off the popsicle.

"Hehehe..." The red-head chuckled quietly, then stuck her tongue out and dabbed it at the left-hand tip of Timmy's double ice pop. "Actually, I think I might want more than just a taste..." She tilted her head down, gently pressing her lips to the tip of the popsicle, before taking said tip into her mouth and sucking on it, slightly drawing the orange color out of the frozen treat, and all the while keeping her vibrant pink orbs locked on Timmy's nonplussed blue ones.

"Y-You're-... You're talking about my popsicle." The brunet deadpanned in a flat(mildly disappointed) tone of voice, his eyes half-lidded and clearly unimpressed.

"Eyep." Vicki pulled away just enough to release the popsicle from her mouth. "The one in your hand, not your shorts. ...Perv."

"Wha- M-Me?!" The fifteen year old shot his ex-babysitter a confused, offended look. "You were the one suggesting-! Did you see what you were doing?! How am I the perv when you-!"

"Heehee! Ahaha!" Vicki fell into a fit of girlish giggles that quickly devolved into full-blown laughter as she released Timmy's shoulder and fell backward onto the couch, landing in almost the same position she'd been in when Timmy first came downstairs. "An-And you w-wonder why I-Eheh- Why I tease you so much! It's so easy, and so much fun! Heehee!"

The male teen facepalmed and shook his head, feeling just a little embarrassed over how quickly his mind had gone to... Significantly naughtier thoughts. "Ugh... Great. Good for you. You got me, again-"

"I mean, the look on your face!" The teasing red-head sat back up again, wiping a nonexistent tear from her eye. "Ah... I'm really good at turning you on, huh Twerp?"

"Just stop." Timmy rolled his eyes, the blush on his face still quite evident as he took another lick of his ice pop. "It's too hot for this crap..."

"You say that, yet if you really disliked me teasing you, or disliked me, for that matter; I seriously doubt you'd stick around... Or be oh-so careful in trying to sit down without waking me..." Vicki spoke in a knowing tone, shooting her charge(whether he thought of himself as such or not) a sly grin.

"I was trying to keep from waking you up, since you like teasing me so much..." The teen muttered, a pouty expression on his face.

"You keep making that cute little pouty face, and I might have to keep teasing you..." Vicki pulled herself closer again, her eyes more focused on the popsicle in the brunet's hand than the teen himself. "So...? Seeing as how I'm letting you not only sit down here, but also sit next to a very pretty lady-that's me, by the way-how 'bout you play the part of the chivalrous gentleman and share your popsicle, hm?"

"Lady? What lady? I don't see one..." The brunet teased, taking yet another long, slow lick of the popsicle in his hand as he watched Vicki out of the corner of his eye, gauging her reaction.

"Need I remind you..." The red-head spoke in a low, threatening tone; narrowing her eyes as she slid her right leg(and the one closest to her charge's crotch) back and forth across his lap. "...Of the position you're in? You really ought to be nice to your babysitter, Twerp. I'd prefer not to get rough with you..."

"Right. She teases me, I'm supposed to just take it. I tease her, I get a foot to the crotch..." Timmy released a loud huff of air though his nose, glancing back and forth between his icy prize and the pink-eyed girl next to him. "If I give you half, can we call some kind of truce? At least until the heat wave's over? Just lemme stay down here; no teasing- ...Or anything involving physical harm... And I'll give you half, alright?" He held the popsicle up, one stick in each hand; in preparation to break it in half.

"Hmm..." The twenty-one year old held her chin in thought, mulling Timmy's terms over. "Fine. But I'm still gonna tease you, and I'm not moving my legs."

The younger teen grumbled, then broke the ice pop in half with a low crunching sound. "...But I can stay?" He extended his arm over to Vicki, handing her the half that she'd apparently chosen a few minutes earlier.

"Eh... I'm getting a popsicle, and a pretty nice view... So yeah, Twerp, you can stay." The red-head happily took her half of the popsicle, immediately bringing it to her mouth and biting off the half-melted tip.

"Suppose that makes two of us..." The teen thought to himself as his gaze swept over Vicki's body again, what little clothing she wore leaving just enough to the imagination. "...Y'know, I'm starting to wish you had been serious about having me dig that in-ground pool a few years back, would've made this heat a lot more bearable..." He remarked wistfully, the memories of his old, slightly less pleasant relationship with Vicki filling him with nostalgia.

"Uh-huh. See, Twerp? All you ever saw was me being an evil witch, in your eyes, but now..." Vicki paused to to take another bite of her popsicle. "Looks like you're starting to realize I always had your best interests at heart..." She finished in a somewhat triumphant tone, as if suggesting she'd been right all along in her torturous, teasing ways.

"Let's not get crazy." Timmy deadpanned at the older girl. "Asking a ten year old to dig a pool in ninety degree heat, on his own; is a bit ridiculous, don't you think?"

"Well... Maybe a little." Vicki admitted in a nonchalant tone, not quite making eye contact with the brunet on the other side of the couch. "There were times where I... Was probably a bitch... Kind of..."

"Wow..." The younger teen replied in amazement.

"What? What's with the surprised look?" The girl raised an eyebrow at him, sticking her prize from negotiating with the teen in her mouth.

"I think... We're making some real progress! You just admitted that you can be bitchy at times!" Timmy shook with light laughter, earning him a half-hearted glare from the red-head. "I'm impressed, Vicki!"

"Hmph. Well I am older now than when I was sixteen... I'd like to think that I've matured to some extent since then..." She pouted not unlike Timmy had, though it was more for effect than from actually being offended. "...Which..." The older girl grinned as she looked over at Timmy, then more gently slid both legs back and forth over his lap, making him fidget at her touch once more. "You seem to notice pretty often lately, huh?"

"Th-That's... I mean, yeah, I don't-... Have to tell y-you you're... Y'know..." The brunet stammered out nervously, both from his babysitter's low, husky tone, and the way she kept moving her legs across his own, occasionally nudging a somewhat more sensitive area... "She's just messing with me... I know she is, but..."

"Beautiful? Gorgeous? Achingly attractive?" The red-head fluttered her eyelashes at Timmy, making his blush darken just a tiny bit more. "And speaking of how hot I obviously am, that's another reason it's too bad you never dug that pool in the backyard. I've got quite the collection of bathing suits, but there's no pool over here, so I can only wear them when I go in the pool at my house... Or when I go to the beach..." Vicki bit off another chunk of her popsicle, now reduced to half its original size. "Ah well..."

Timmy, cheeks stained an obvious pink color; blinked his eyes closed, releasing an annoyed huff though his nose again. "...You suck, you know that?"

"Well I'm sure you wish I did..." The girl nibbled on the now exposed wooden end of the popsicle stick, still saturated with orange-flavored liquid, the popsicle itself reduced to a fragment of its former size, amounting to only one or two more bites.

"Not with the way you're treating that popsicle..." The brunet looked away, muttering to himself, though his proximity pretty much guaranteed that his fellow couch occupant would hear him.

"Mm-hm. Like I said: Perv." Vicki giggled quietly, turned her popsicle stick sideways, and bit the rest of it off of the wood, then finally tossed the bare stick away, causing it to land on the coffee table in the middle of the living room with a dull clatter. "Hah... That really hit the spot!" She laid back down on the couch and stretched out, the back of her head once more resting on the arm of the couch. "Thanks, Timmy!"

The teen found himself pausing mid-lick yet again, his blue eyes watching the twenty-one year old on the couch interestedly. "You're welcome... Vicki."

"You sound surprised." Vicki shifted about, trying to get comfortable as she spoke, her eyes closed in preparation for getting back to her nap. After going still, she peeked her right eye open at the teen, waiting for him to speak.

"Hm? Oh. Well you... You don't usually thank me for stuff, and you call me 'Timmy' even less, so..." Timmy shrugged, biting a small chunk off his popsicle. "I guess I just wasn't expecting it, that's all."

"Meh. I find I can skip calling you a Twerp when you aren't being one... And that popsicle-wherever you got it-did help me cool off a bit..." She sat up again, withdrawing just a few inches of her legs off the brunet's lap, though they still laid across them, for the most part. "Don't suppose you've been saving a whole box of 'em for a rainy day, have you?"

"Hah... No..." Timmy sighed sadly and hung his head. "I hid this one away in the ice bin since I knew the whole box wouldn't fit..."

Upon hearing this, Vicki narrowed her eyes at the boy, frowning slightly. "You hid it away? 'Hid' it from who, exactly?"

Realizing he'd been caught, Timmy clammed up, quickly trying to think of a way to backtrack on his last statement. "Er... Y-Y'know... From someone who might-Um... Want to eat it...?"

"Someone like me, right Twerp?" The red-head slid toward her charge, her right hand gripping the back of the couch as leverage to pull herself back over to the brunet, planting her rear-end firmly in his lap as she sat across his legs.

"N-Not so much y-you as... Well, a-anybody..." The teen remarked evasively, holding the frozen treat close to his face in a protective manner. "And a-aren't you glad I did? If you, or... Or anybody else had found it, we wouldn't have been able t-to cool off w-with it today!" He winced at the older girl, even as she did nothing more than simply stare at him, her eyes glued to his. "B-Besides, I did share with you... Doesn't that count for... It has to count for something...?"

"I want your half."

"B-But! You already got half! And I've barely had a quarter of this one!" The teen fidgeted and squirmed beneath his ex-babysitter, essentially trying to buck her off his lap, half-hearted as the attempt to do so was.

"But you deceived me by hiding it, and I let you stay down here, instead of telling you to go back to your room, so I deserve more." Not willing to argue any further, Vicki snatched Timmy's half of the popsicle from his grasp, then brought it up to her mouth and bit down on it horizontally as she saw the teen start to reach for it. "Mm-mm! My dom't fink sho!" She gripped both of his arms by the wrists with her hands, pinning them to the back of the couch and grinning triumphantly... Or she would have, were it not for the popsicle awkwardly held in her mouth.

"V-Vicki! C'mon! If there were two, I would have given you one!" Timmy struggled against the older girl, but quickly tired, both in the face of her odd, hidden strength, and the nearly unbearable heat. "Rrgh...! We had a deal! Why do you always have to be... You?!" He let the back of his head come to rest on the upper rear of the couch and grimaced at the red-head, currently shooting him the closest thing to a confident grin she could manage with a horizontally-oriented ice pop in her mouth. "You can be so... Agh!" Timmy lunged forward, looking like he was about to headbutt his captor, causing her to quickly shut her eyes and release a muffled cry of protest...

Only for said cry to turn into a very confused 'hm?' as Vicki felt the teen's nose gently press against her own, making the red-head hesitantly open her eyes. The first thing she noticed was how close Timmy's face had suddenly become to her own, followed by the visual realization that it was indeed his nose pressed against hers. More jarring than either of those two facts, however; was the faint, tingly warmth she felt on her upper lip, just barely noticeable over the icy chill of the popsicle. A quick glance down toward Timmy's mouth confirmed what Vicki assumed she was feeling. Their lips were touching. As in, Timmy's upper lip was brushing, just a tiny bit, against Vicki's; the popsicle between both of their mouths acting as a sort of buffer to keep a full-on mouth-to-mouth kiss from happening.

The twenty-one year old instantly recoiled back, her mouth releasing its grip on the popsicle as she did. "Wha-What's the big idea?!" She promptly released Timmy's hands and scooted off his lap, her bottom coming to rest on the couch cushion next to the one he occupied, though as before, her legs still laid across his lap.

The brunet reached up with his now freed right hand and took his reclaimed prize out of his mouth, his lips stained a light orange color as he grinned at his ex-babysitter cheekily. "Getting my popsicle back, what's it look like?"

"What- So the first thing th-that comes to mind is t-trying to kiss me?!" Vicki blushed beet-red as she very nearly shouted at Timmy, her eyes blazing with shock and anger.

"Huh? I didn't- I mean, I know I almost did, but... No, my lips haven't disintegrated yet, how could I have kissed you?" The young teen teased as he licked his lips, fully believing that he really hadn't kissed the red-head. "Maybe you wish that's what happened?" Timmy spoke in a sly tone, narrowing his eyes as he quirked an eyebrow up at the girl in intrigue.

"Don't you- Don't play games with me, Twerp." Vicki narrowed her eyes right back at him. "I know what I felt, and what I felt was your upper lip touching mine when you lunged at me... You kissed me."

"Or... Maybe you imagined that I kissed you." The brunet grinned, then stuck out his tongue at the girl, before taking another lick of his ice pop.

"I didn't imagine-! J-Just forget it!" The red-head swung her legs off Timmy's lap and turned away from him to face the TV, then crossed her arms with a dramatic huff, her cheeks still stained a more than obvious shade of pink. "Little... Pervy... Brat!" She exclaimed at him one final time, then once again faced the TV, frowning in annoyance. "Keep your frickin' popsicle..."

To clarify, Vicki wasn't necessarily angry that Timmy had kissed her, so much as she was annoyed that he'd kissed her and lied about it, just so he could get his popsicle back from her. Sure, she'd used some underhanded tricks against him in the past, and her mildly flirtatious teasing did occasionally go a little too far, but she'd certainly never done something so low as kiss someone under false pretenses! She did have standards, after all.

"Mmm..." Vicki grumbled to herself, every now and then catching a glimpse of the teen to her right out of the corner of her eye as he took another lick from his popsicle, seemingly taking forever to finish it. "Little Twerp's messing with me, I know it... He's gonna make that damn popsicle last for as long as he can, just so he can stay down here and eat in front of me while I..." She felt her skin beginning to break out with sweat, her body temperature rising now that it had had time to digest the juice from the ice pop. "And now I'm getting hot again because I got angry at him, and because he made me feel like an idiot..." She again glanced at Timmy, noticing that the frozen treat in his hand was a little less than halfway gone, the wooden stick it was frozen to now clearly visible. "Rrgh..." "Gonna have to do something soon, if I don't want to die of heat exhaustion..." Vicki sucked in a deep breath through her nose, then exhaled through her mouth with a loud 'Phew'. "So there are really no more popsicles after that one, Twerp?"

Timmy paused, shooting his babysitter a wary look before letting his tongue slip back into his mouth. "...No... Like I said, this is the last one. Only thing we've got left is a crapload of ice cubes in the freezer, and probably four ounces of juice that you didn't bother to finish... Thanks for that, by the way." His voice dripped with sarcasm as he finished talking; then bit a small chunk off of his popsicle.

"Ugh... What do you want me to say, Twerp? I'm sorry I drank pretty much everything in the house, alright? I was hoping your parents would go grocery shopping and come home early or something..." The red-head lied, playing up her acting skills to ensure she sounded genuinely apologetic. "But come on..." She turned to face Timmy, leaning slightly closer to him once again. "It's hot, we're both sticky and sweaty, and... it just sucks. I'm sorry I tried to take your popsicle away, even after you shared, but..."

The fifteen year old felt his cheeks bloom with heat as Vicki drew closer to him, looking more desperate and miserable than he'd ever seen her before. "Well I-"

"You're not gonna make me beg, are you, Timmy?" The red-head, taking a page from her charge's acting book, looked at Timmy with big, miserable, puppy-dog eyes, looking like she was on the verge of tears. "I'm really thirsty..."

"Th-This is just a trick, it has to be. She's gonna convince me to give her the popsicle, then rub it in my face that I'm a pervert who's so easy to tease..." Timmy mentally coached himself, even as he felt his resolve steadily begin to wane in the face of his babysitter's pleading tone. "I... I already gave you a whole half..."

Seeing Timmy's determination starting to visibly waver, the older girl stepped up her game, bringing her right hand up to Timmy's arm to gently run her fingers up it, while she laid herself partway over his lap, her hip coming to rest on the teen's left thigh. Once satisfied with her position, and the close contact it brought, Vicki looked up at Timmy from about the midpoint of his chest. "Timmy-y-y... Please give it to me...? I need it..."

Alarm bells started to go off in the brunet's head as his blush returned, just as full and red as it had been a few minutes ago. He was nearly positive that this was just an act now, as seven years of interactions with the red-head told him that she would never, ever beg or plead for anything, with anyone. Especially not him.

And yet, he couldn't quite bring himself to care that he knew it was all an act, as it was a very good one, in Timmy's opinion. Somehow, the beautiful, normally abrasive red-head begging and pleading in such a sweet, almost demure tone... Was kind of a turn on. Actually, it was really a turn on. "Argh... Why do I have to be so weak?!" The teen thought to himself, mentally bemoaning how easily his babysitter could exert power over him, even when she was pretending to be the weak one in the argument!

"C'mon, Timmy... What's it gonna take? There must be..." Vicki shot her ex-charge a sly look, her pleading tone dropping right back into the sultry one that made Timmy's skin bristle with goosebumps; goosebumps she could now visibly see, due to how close she was to him. "...Something you want, right?" She felt the left shoulder of her tank-top slip down her arm, but paid it no mind, realizing the extra bit of exposed skin could probably be used in her favor. "You just name it, and maybe, just maybe, we can... Y'know, give it a try...?"

"W-Well, um... How 'bout..." Timmy stammered nervously as he tried to speak, then opted to instead demonstrate his idea and brought the ice pop back to his mouth, carefully biting down on it sideways like the twenty-one year old had. "Eh?"

Vicki instantly felt her confidence drain away, and her face matched that feeling as her equally confident grin faded, turning into an unsure frown as her eyes widened in surprise. "Wha-Uh... You... You want to... F-For someone who's so sure he didn't kiss m-me... You seem pretty eager to t-try and get another one..." The familiar pink blush from a few minutes earlier returned to her cheeks as she glanced away evasively.

"Mm?" Timmy shrugged and mumbled out something akin to "I'unno", though it came out sounding more like a hum due to the frozen treat clenched in his teeth and lips.

"Y-You're not even gonna try and deny it? Or... Anything? This isn't- I'm pr-pretty sure there are easier ways to s-share a popsicle than... What you're suggesting..." The red-head pushed herself up with her left hand and fixed her tank-top, then moved over a bit to sit in a kneeling position on the couch, briefly catching sight of the brunet's bored, unimpressed expression. "Don't-! Don't look at me with that tone of voice! I know what you're thinking, and you're wrong! I am not nervous! I'm six y-years older than you! Why would I be n-nervous about something like... It-! It's not even kissing! Just-! ...Really close sharing!"

"Mm-hm?" The teen hummed out, his unimpressed tone matching the look on his face. "So this is how it feels to be the one doing the teasing..." Timmy watched his ex-babysitter carefully as she fidgeted slightly, seemed to pause and mull over the decision she'd yet to make, then stared into his eyes for a second, only to abruptly break the eye contact between them and look down at her hands, now balled into fists on her thighs, just above the knee. "But why is she so nervous? It's not like Vicki's never kissed anyone before... Right?"

"Urgh...! This is ridiculous; taking advantage of the situation just because I'm thirsty... Frickin' Twerp..." The red-head mumbled under breath as she shifted her weight back and forth from one leg to the other. "You... N-Not a word of this!" She slowly crawled back across the couch over to Timmy, then into his lap, one leg on either side of his, so she was effectively straddling the brunet. Once satisfied with her new positioning, she carefully and gently sat down in his lap, her blush deepening to a rosy red color from the somewhat intimate situation and position; earning her a bemused look from the teen beneath her. "D-Don't look at me like that! It's easier to... Do it this way... And if- I-I know you're just trying to get a kiss- ...We might as well do it right..." Vicki leaned in a little, then paused again, her lips mere centimeters from making contact with the rapidly melting orange treat. "Mngh... Why do you even want to do it like this? I'm sure there are... Other girls who'd want to kiss you...?"

Once more, Timmy shrugged somewhat indifferently, making a small humming noise as he did.

"Ugh... F-Fine... I guess there are worse p-people out there I could..." The twenty-one year old leaned closer still, pausing right as her upper lip touched the popsicle, only to slightly pull away once more. "And don't... Do anything weird. ...Or... Act presumptuous! I feel your hand on my ass or my boobs, and you're gonna find out how well the human body digests popsicle sticks, got it?!"

Timmy nodded rather simply, putting his hands up, palms facing the red-head; on either side of his head innocently, then let his arms drop to his sides.

"O-Okay then... Good. Now... Hold-Um... Hold still..." Vicki leaned down once again and pressed her lips to the middle of the popsicle, directly opposite where Timmy's were, feeling her cheeks flush with even more heat due to how close she was to the teen's face. "I knew this was a terrible idea! It's only making me hotter!" She unconsciously leaned forward, finally resuming the slight contact between them that had caused her to recoil back so quickly before. "What's even the point? This stupid popsicle isn't really letting us kiss, and... Crap, should my eyes be closed? I don't know if this counts or not..."

Timmy, on the other hand; silently watched his babysitter, gauging her reaction to the almost-kiss, and expecting her to abruptly pull away like she had last time. "She is... Kind of cute when she's nervous like this... I wonder if...?" He hesitantly slid his arms along the couch cushion, parallel to his legs, until his fingertips lightly collided with Vicki's knees, then slowly crept them up onto her legs, taking a moment to pause when he caught an annoyed look from the older girl on top of him. "...Mm?" He asked in yet another hum that to anyone else would likely be unintelligible, though Vicki seemed to understand, as after a moment of consideration, the red-head rolled her eyes, letting out a declarative-sounding 'Mm' in response, relaying to him that it was fine to continue.

She shivered as the brunet slid his hands up her smooth thighs, stopping at the hem of each leg of her shorts to gently run each index finger along the edge of the jeans' fabric. "Well, you're not a total novice, I'll give you that, Twerp..."

This went on for the next minute or so, with Vicki eventually joining in and lightly settling her hands on Timmy's shoulders, until the two gradually noticed the distinct lack of coldness on their lips, only for them both to look down and find that the icy treat they'd been sharing... Had melted away, leaving just a thin wooden stick between them, and allowing both their upper and lower lips to touch, albeit gingerly.

"Um..." "Oh!" Timmy and Vicki reacted differently, with the brunet merely being somewhat surprised at the kiss, while the red-head pulled away quickly, taking the popsicle stick with her before catching it in her hands as it fell out of her mouth.

"Rrgh... Crap..." Vicki spoke first, not realizing how disappointed she sounded as she stared at the nearly bare stick; only two little chunks of popsicle left, on either side of where their lips had touched. "Just when we were getting to the good pa-" She suddenly clammed up, her cheeks turning a pretty shade of scarlet. "The... Good part where we... Cool off... Was what I... Um, meant."

"Hah... Yeah..." Timmy sighed, not making any attempt to hide his clear and obvious disappointment. "Although..." A light bulb turned on in the teen's mind as he snapped his fingers at his new idea. "There is a big bucket of ice cubes in the freezer..."

"Oh yeah?" The twenty-one year old licked some of the excess popsicle juice off her lips, then quirked an eyebrow up at the brunet. "What'd you have in mind...?"