Outside the living room, Bonnie could hear the Pelekai household arguing still. With her ear against the door, she could just make out what they were saying.

"No! Not Ohana. Trusted them," Stitch growled, and Bonnie heard him stomping across the room. He'd reacted to her and Clyde's arrival with nothing short of a panic, bolting down everything he could reach in the house until Lilo had pulled the hammer away from him before he could destroy their home.

After the last time, though, Bonnie couldn't blame him. The little blue guy really had been naive, as good as he was at being Ohana he was pretty terrible at seeing things coming. He should have caught on by then what kind of a woman she was.

"Yes, Ohana!" Lilo protested. She sounded worn out. "Stitch, if we don't believe they can be good, who will? They're trying, honest."

As heartwarming as it was to have her potential praised, Bonnie thought she'd gag if she had to hear that one again.

"Ugh," Stitch's voice was muffled, as if he were screaming into a pillow. Soon after, Lilo did the same.

Well, I'm trying to do something right this time around, Bonnie thought with a smirk. She's right about that. It's just got nothing to do with being a little goodie two-shoes.

There was a thud that sounded like a small body flopping onto the couch, and a resigned sigh. "Fine, fine. Keep them away from Angel. They ruin everything!"

Excellent, Bonnie thought. She'd been ready to turn on the crocodile tears again if that was what it took to stay, but it was better if she didn't. There was only one reason she'd returned to Kauai, and that reason didn't much like to see any man--or woman--cry.

That reason was Angel, the delightful little pink and Lavender experiment who'd fallen for Stitch and who Bonnie was supposed to stay far, far away from. As if.

Bonnie had it on very good word that Angel was back in town for a few weeks for a rest from her life of fame and fortune, and where better than the tropical islands? They had everything. Beaches. Sand. Sun. Alien genetic experiments wreaking havoc and kicking booty. The sight of their ooey-gooey loveyness had once made Bonnie's stomach turn, but that was before she'd heard Angel sing.

Overhearing it the last time was an accident, the kind of happy one Bonnie thought couples always told their grandchildren about. Angel and Stitch had been sitting in a cushy hammock enjoying each other's company with Bonnie slinking through the kitchen, and then it had just... happened. Angel, one finger tracing across Stitch's chest, had leaned in and purred a melody so soft and lyrical it felt otherworldly.

Which, of course, it was.

Jumba had made her to be seductive and to turn hearts, but Bonnie hadn't expected the wave of emotion and jealousy that overtook her. Standing with her arms full of the good China, she'd stopped and listened. Her heart pounded. Her blood ran hot. Angel sang for Stitch, but it felt like it was meant for her.

Today, that was going to become a reality. There was only one thing Bonnie wanted in Hawaii now, and she lay upstairs resting from the Hawaiian summer heat.

Chuckling, Bonnie stepped away from the door and headed for the stairs to the second floor.

Behind her, Clyde piped up. "They're saps, huh, Bonnie?" 

"Yeah, they sure are," Bonnie answered passively.

"You want me to help you with the kitchen?" Clyde followed her but stopped at the foot of the stairs. "They've got brand-new China! It’s like they're just begging for us to take it."

"Not this time." Bonnie paused with one hand on the railing. Upstairs, Angel would be alone and an inside source--Pleakley, in this case--had let slip that all was not well in paradise. It was now or never. "In fact, why don't we save it for later? Just lay low. I've got some business to attend to."

"We're not going clean, are we?" Clyde tried to follow, but Bonnie pushed him back.

"No way," Bonnie said. "I've got a great heist in mind. The biggest one of all. Just give me time and have a car ready in an hour."

"Sure thing."

Bonnie left Clyde downstairs, laughing a laugh that said he didn't quite get what she was getting at. That was fine. He'd figure it out soon enough.

The upstairs was quiet, but there was still an air of tension. To Bonnie, it was like the atmosphere before a big storm rolled in.

Angel's room was at the end of the hall. When Bonnie approached, there were voices talking.

Pleakley's high-pitched whine was audible through the closed door. "Now, now, Angel, there's no need for that. Hey, you can't put that in your suitcase, little missy! That's the fish tank!"

"Naga," Angel's voice sounded thick, like she'd been crying. "Everything different. Going away."

Just hearing it made Bonnie's heart ache. She felt a little bad about standing outside the door, surprisingly enough, but she'd already eavesdropped once that day.

One ear against the door made their speech much clearer.

"Aww, sweetie," Pleakley went on. "You know, Jumba can be a real bummer, too. Why, just the other day I was cleaning his laboratory, and you know what he did?"

This... could go on for awhile. Bonnie winced.

"He blew it all up again, right after I'd finished!" Pleakley was shouting now.

"Just..." Angel seemed to be struggling to find the words. "Need something new. Someplace new."

Bonnie rapped sharply on the door and the arguing stopped. "It's, uh, it's me," she said. "I'd like a word with Angel."

The door opened just enough for Angel to peek out, and Bonnie thought it definitely looked like she'd been crying. Poor thing, she sighed to herself. 

"Soka, aba loocha," Angel said, opening the door for her to enter. She spoke less Tantalog than Stitch, and Bonnie had picked up on it quickly. Angel's eyes widened when she saw who it was. "Bonnie..." 

Inside, the room was a mess of Angel's half-packed clothes and trinkets, some of it strewn across the dresser where Pleakley was hastily cleaning up. Bonnie could appreciate what Pleakley was trying to do for the Angel-Stitch duo, but he had to go. Out with the old, in with the new.

"Can I talk to you alone?" Bonnie glanced at Pleakley, and let her voice sink low.

Angel's eyes softened, and she motioned for Pleakley to leave. He did, but not without a huff. When the door closed, silence descended and wrapped around them.

"So, I wanted to thank you," Bonnie started.

"Thank me?" Angel sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to her.

Bonnie hopped up onto the bed next to her, letting her legs dangle over the edge. "Yeah. For standing up for me 'n' Clyde. You've got some heart."

Angel smiled a distant smile. "You're welcome." She didn't seem quite her usual self, more reserved than she appeared on the big screen when there was a roaring crowd cheering her on. At the best of times, Bonnie had never seen her as a particularly talkative sort, but now she seemed to be struggling with something.

"You okay, Angel?" Bonnie asked.

"Boojiboo... should stick together, right?" She asked slowly. "Like Bonnie and Clyde?"

"Me and Clyde?" It took Bonnie a moment, and then she smacked her forehead. So that was where this was going, and if she was asking Bonnie her mind might as well have been made up. This was going to be easy. Well, easier. "Oh, man! No, it's not like that. I, uh--I'm of a different persuasion. If you know what I mean."

"Oh!" Angel put a hand to her mouth.

Was it that surprising? She didn't exactly hide it. Bonnie had to bite back a smirk.

"Actually," Bonnie looked down to her feet, hanging over the bed and swinging slightly. "That's why I'm here. I wanted to... talk."

"Hmm? Talk?"

"Yeah, it's been chaos here all day. If you ever want someone to have a night out with, maybe, you just let me know. I know how to have a good time." Bonnie let it sink in a moment, let Angel wonder just what was implied by that. 

Now Angel seemed to be thinking, looking over her with a new keenness that wasn't entirely platonic. "But I..."

It made sense that she wouldn't leave Stitch behind without a second thought. All the experiments in the world lusting for her, and she chose him.

"So hard here," Angel's shoulders slumped, and Bonnie leaned in and wrapped her arms around her.

"Hey, hey," Bonnie said. Angel leaned into her touch, gripping Bonnie's arms and burying her face against her shoulder. "It's okay. These things happen. But someone like you," Bonnie pulled away until she could look into Angel's eyes, "deserves better than to stay where they ain't happy. There's lots out there that could make you happy."

Angel's grasp on her arms tightened. "Like you, Bonnie?" 

Bonnie's heart was pounding with excitement, as much from Angel's tone as her proximity. Angel might have loved the hero she saw in Stitch, but Bonnie thought she had a soft spot for bad girls just as much.the same. She looked back steadily, letting her words sink in. "Yeah, like me. After all the trouble I've caused, I just wanna make you feel good, too."

"Never... never done that before." Angel, always prim and proper, looked flustered. She was also leaning in close, too close for it to be just comfort now.

Bonnie had to assume that meant be with a woman, in any way. She smiled. "You never know until you try."

Angel seemed to be thinking again. The way her brow furrowed was adorable, and it made Bonnie want to--

Bonnie leaned in.

Angel leaned in, too.

Score one for Bonnie, she thought as their lips touched. The way Angel kissed her was somehow hesitant and certain at once, making Bonnie even more sure that she hadn't been the only one thinking that it was time for a switch.

Bonnie pulled back, letting her think she was hesitating. She had to be sure Angel was willing to leave. "I-I shouldn't--"

"No!" Angel, cupping her face, pulling her back in and murmured against her lips. "Bojiboo." Kissing against Bonnie's ear, he began to hum softly.

Giving in was easy, and would have been even if she'd intended to leave here without Angel in the first place. Bonnie felt like her body had turned to jelly. Kissing Angel again heated her up, even though it was already sweltering hot in the house.

Angel's hands traveled from Bonnie's face down her arms, slowly and curiously. Like she was feeling out her softer, smoother shape.

The kiss deepened. Their tongues tangled, and it was like Bonnie's head exploded into stars of pleasure and delight. She could only focus on those silky-soft lips covering her own, beseeching her to stay.  

They had to pack. They had to be ready to leave, especially if Stitch walked in and saw Bonnie with her hands on his girl. He wasn't the brightest of the bunch, but he'd know. Angel's fingers were tracing patterns in Bonnie's fur and there was nothing platonic about this embrace.

Soon they both fell backwards onto the bed, Bonnie on top. Beneath her, Angel was looking up at her with those come-hither eyes she'd coveted from afar so many times.

I'll make time.

Angel was squirming, and when Bonnie's hands traveled between her legs she squeaked. 

Beneath the rosy fur, Bonnie was sure Angel was blushing, laying coy and prone against the ruffled sheets even while she egged her new lover on with wanton sighs and teasing touches. She watched with half-lidded eyes gleaming with lust.

"I need you, but I don't know how to ask" was what Bonnie thought she was saying with that look.

"It's okay, babe," Bonnie said. Leaning in for a kiss, she mumbled against Angel's lips, "Just let me."

She kissed her way down from Angel's neck to her navel, pausing to listen to the sighs it drew out. I’ll make time... just adding a little extra guarantee, is all.

Her hands gently gripped Angel's thighs and pulled them apart, revealing her pussy. A richer shade of pink than her pastel fur, the lips flushed and sticky with arousal. Angel could play coy all she wanted like Stitch was who was really on her mind, but her body couldn't hide the truth.

Bonnie leaned in and pressed her lips to Angel's thigh, teasingly nibbling at the skin there. Let her wait with bated breath. Bonnie wanted this moment--this one moment--to enjoy being light-headed about how well this had all gone. Here, in bed, with the new pop idol of the world who'd stolen her heart a hundred times on television from thousands of miles away over the past few months.

Angel's hands stroked the fur of Bonnie’s face, rather insistently, and she knew Angel wasn't willing to wait. Her pout said everything.

So Bonnie buried her face between Angel's thighs, and immediately Angel grabbed her ears, exclaiming, "Oh!" 

Bonnie had gone straight for her clit, using her broad, flat tongue to part the folds and lap at it, giving Angel exactly what she wanted. Crouched on the bed between her legs, she had the perfect vantage point. Just watching her melt into it was erotic.

Angel's back arched when Bonnie closed her lips over that little pink bud and Bonnie sank with her back onto the bed, unwilling to relinquish it for even a second. The whimpers were music to Bonnie's ears, and just before they peaked she pulled back.

Angel pouted.

Bonnie wasn’t done. 

Pulling Angel's legs onto her shoulders, she pressed her mouth against those flushed lips again and poked out her tongue. The wet schlurp! as she slowly pushed it inside was deeply satisfying. She didn't know if Stitch ever ate her out, but she knew that a tongue was nothing like a cock--soft, pliable, and capable of not only feeling but tasting every nook and cranny. Angel's body was squeezing around her tongue as she drove it inside again and again, just thick enough to spread her but soft enough to yield.

Angel's moans were filling up the room, and even as Bonnie's heart pounded with the fear of being caught, it delighted her to know that she could make Angel feel exactly the way she'd promised. Seeing her hands clench in the sheets while she worked was everything Bonnie had fantasized about. There was an almost sweet tang to her, a taste Bonnie immediately wrote to memory even though she thought she was going to be tasting Angel a lot more often now. 

Bonnie's hands drifted up from Angel's thighs and brushed across her stomach in a tender gesture. One of Angel's hands grasped hers, and their fingers interwove. Bonnie could watch the expressions play across Angel's face above the tuft of pink fur tickling her nose, and every now and then her eyes would shyly slip open and she'd glance at Bonnie before squeezing them closed again and letting out a luscious moan that had to be audible elsewhere in the house.

But there was no sound anywhere outside the room. No doors bursting open. Bonnie could feel a throbbing between her own legs begging for attention, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of Angel squirming on her tongue while Bonnie's nose bumped against her clit.

Angel was murmuring something Bonnie couldn't hear at first. She perked her ears, and smiled when she heard it.

"Bonnie,"  Angel panted, "Almost..." Not quite a whisper, but soft enough. Her first time with a woman and teetering on the edge of orgasm.

Bonnie knew she shouldn't talk with her mouth full, but she murmured, "Getting close, babe?" 

"M-hmm." 

Bonnie pressed her thumb against Angel's clit, letting her rock her own hips against it while she fucked herself silly on that tongue. Angel wasn't just squeezing now, she was practically convulsing as she teetered on the edge of orgasm, then slipped over with a soft, heady cry. Bonnie felt her body tremble, then go slack while she gasped for breath and fell back.

She waited until Angel's hips stopped jerking, then pulled away, leaving her empty and licking her lips clean. Both her face and the fur of Angel's crotch were smeared with evidence, and they hadn't even begun to pack.

Bonnie swallowed nervously. The house was still silent. " Hey, babe--" 

Angel reached out and pulled her into a kiss, muffling all complaints. Her voice hummed against Bonnie's ear, dulling her fears and riling her up at the same time. It was like a drug, with every hit making her crave more.

" --we, uh," Bonnie fumbled. Beneath her, Angel was still warm and willing. She'd fallen forward on top of her during the kiss, straddling her leg, and the pressure against her slick pussy was driving her mad. Bonnie gulped. "I guess we've got time." 

After all, Angel always got what she wanted. Leaning in against Bonnie's ear, she whispered, "Akoota chi tay. Let me try." 

Bonnie gulped as she felt hands roaming down her chest. Two fingers pressed in between her thighs and she bit her lip. "I've got something in mind," she said. That was an understatement. Seeing Angel's face between her thighs was like a need, something she'd sit here dripping with desire for forever otherwise. She could barely stop herself from grinding against Angel's fingers.

"Oh?"  Pressing her lips against Bonnie's ear, she whispered seductively, “Show me..."

Damn, Stitch was a lucky guy--or had been. The way Angel whispered was like something out of a wet dream.

Bonnie let Angel kiss down her neck before pushing her back onto the bed. Beneath her Angel purred approvingly, but the sound was muffled when Bonnie straddled her shoulders and sank down, pressing her crotch against Angel's face.

Even if Angel wasn't experienced, the feeling was enough to drive Bonnie wild. Angel was obviously trying to imitate Bonnie by slipping her tongue inside and slowly twisting it. It made Bonnie want to squeeze and feel nothing but Angel filling her. She did, and heard an answering purr from the bed. 

"That's it, girl," Bonnie murmured. She let herself bounce a little on Angel's face while her lover warmed her up. All the attention was only making her clit throb needily, and after a minute she placed her hands against Angel's cheeks. "Here, let me show you."

"Hmm?"

Bonnie pulled her up with a wet sound until Angel's lips were against her clit, grinding against her face when Angel automatically started licking there, too.

Eyes turned upwards, Angel watched her curiously. She said something, but it was muffled and almost inaudible.

"Just lick," Bonnie said. 

Damn, it felt good to tell her that, and when Angel's lips closed around her clit, tongue probing, the delicate suction she added practically made her toes curl. Everything about Angel was delicate, even though Bonnie knew that there was something just a little wild about her, like a cat eyeing its prey.

"O-oh, yeah," Bonnie moaned. She couldn't seem to slow her hips or stop them from rocking against Angel's tongue, even though she wanted to play it cool.

"Oomph--"

Bonnie put both her hands on the bed beside Angel's head and let herself go, moaning out as much to please Angel as herself. Every time she moved she felt the tongue diving between her lips and back towards her clit to goad her on.

She wasn't the only one enjoying herself. Angel had snuck one hand back down between her own legs and was rubbing herself. With her eyes closed, Bonnie thought she was savoring the feeling of being pressed against the bed sheets with a pussy grinding into her face, savoring the taste and the feel. Her eyes shot open when Bonnie's fingers reached down and touched hers.

Leaning back, Bonnie had just enough leeway thanks to the incredible flexibility of a genetic experiment to give her a hand. She dipped two fingers inside Angel and slowly pressed the against the soft pad of her g-spot, waiting for just the right amount of pleading coming from between her own thighs before she started thrusting.

"You like that?" She asked.

Angel nodded eagerly. 

"Good, keep licking," Bonnie said. She squeezed her thighs around Angel's face and was delighted to hear a muffled cry that made Angel's hips rise off the bed. That only gave her more leeway to slip her fingers inside, scissoring them apart before thrusting them back in.

The pleasure was sending Angel into a frenzy, her face jerking against Bonnie and her tongue's rhythm skipping as much as she tried to keep pleasuring her. She was practically bucking herself up into the air. When she got going, she really got going.

"Don't stop," Bonnie gasped when she saw Angel's eyelids fluttering. 

Angel's body twisted beneath her, but she didn't stop. The last thing Bonnie saw before her vision swam in front of her eyes, sweet release rushing throughout her body, was a beautiful pink-furred face with her eyes clenched shut in bliss and her face pressed against Bonnie's crotch.

Oh...

"Fuck," Bonnie sighed, slowing her hips until her head stopped pounding. 

Sound rushed back all at once as she caught her breath. Birds outside. Tired panting beneath her. Laughter down the street outside.

She was vaguely aware of Angel licking her clean, and of her own fingers slipping free from Angel's pussy. Bonnie popped them into her mouth without thinking, but it made Angel blush. Too tired to care about the sticky summer humidity or the thin sheet of sweat already on her, Bonnie lay next to Angel and pulled the downy sheets up around them. 

Wrapping her arms around Bonnie, Angel snuggled in.

The only thing that marred the sweet, summer evening air was the low rumbling of an engine approaching up the driveway. Among all the ambient noise, that sound stood out. Bonnie listened as it stopped outside the house and idled there, jerking awake from her half-slumber when a horn honked twice.

Clyde.

The getaway.

Stitch. 

She hadn't intended for things to go this far, and she'd almost fallen asleep in Angel’s bed with her arms around Stitch's former girl.

"Hey, Angel," Bonnie said. She sat up, gently pulling Angel with her. "I know this sounds sudden--downright crazy, even--but we’ve gotta scram and I want you to come with me."

"Go?" Angel had heard the car, too, but she was looking towards the closed bedroom door. 

Downstairs, the rest of the family was still cooling off while the lovers basked upstairs. Bonnie didn't know whether they were even still home, and she didn't care. Wherever they were, Stitch would be cooking up an apology for whatever had gone down earlier, one Bonnie didn't want Angel to hear.

"Forget about this place," Bonnie said, "what about us?" Clutching Angel's hands, she pulled them to her chest and laid them over her heart. "You feel it too, don't you?"

Angel faltered, looking away from the door into Bonnie's eyes. "I..."

Bonnie pleaded with her, mentally and with a soft squeeze of her hands. Come with, it'll be so much--

"Better," Angel said after another moment of thinking. "Just better." She threw her arms around Bonnie and squeezed.

"Alright!" Bonnie exclaimed. "Here, I'll even help you pack." Standing up, she grabbed the suitcase off the dresser, heaved it onto the bed, and began packing away everything Pleakley had taken out. As much as Angel had brought with her to Kaua'i, it wouldn’t take long.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Angel hesitate to add a framed photo on her dresser to the suitcase. Bonnie had seen it coming in and been tempted to turn picture-side down so she wouldn't have to look at it. It was a seaside photo of Angel and Stitch. There was a dark look on Angel's face while she looked it over, gone as fast as it appeared.

Angel left it on the desk, tossed a couple books in the suitcase on top of her clothes and, with Bonnie's help, sealed it shut with a very final-sounding click. "Ready!" She seemed genuinely excited now, and perkier than before.

Grinning, Bonnie heaved the suitcase off the bed. "Not the door," she said when Angel started for it. She pointed to the open window instead where the curtains billowed in the wind. "Saves a confrontation. As quick as we can, our getaway's waiting."