A/N: I just can't seem to stop writing these little Franny/Cornelius onesies. It's physically impossible to wrench me from the keyboard! (Believe me, my mum tried.) Please review, I love you all. :) Oh, I nearly forgot- I don't own these characters. Cornelius is 19, Franny 17. Enjoy!

Cornelius and Franny had been properly dating for nearly 4 years now- but that's not to say that surprises still didn't occasionally crop up in their relationship.

It was 2 in the morning, and the young couple were stretched out on the Robinson's living room fold-out couch (after a rather embarrasing conversation with Corenlius' parents regarding 'intimacy'). Franny's head resting comfortably on Cornelius' chest, and their entwined feet were only barely covered by blankets. The romantic comedy Franny had forced Cornelius into watching was almost over, but Franny could already sense her boyfriend slipping into unconsciousness. She rolled her eyes and continued watching 50 First Dates, her head moving up and down slightly in sync with his slow breathing.

Franny had watched this movie so many times that she had no trouble mouthing the words, and her breath on Cornelius' neck made the young man shiver and wrap a protective arm around her waist. Franny smiled against his shoulder; she loved these tender, unguarded moments.

Absently playing with the buttons on his pajama shirt, Franny slipped two fingers in a gap in the fabric. Cornelius made a small, contented sigh as she ran her hand across his chest, twirling blonde curls around her fingers. She stopped suddenly as a realization tugged at her sleepy mind.

"I don't believe it."

Cornelius stirred slightly, but did not wake up. Franny plucked a chest hair from her boyfriend, effectively yanking him from his sleep.

"Huh? Wassa matter?"

Franny was busy examining the hair. "I thought I was just imagining it. These are curly!"

Cornelius blinked. Raising an eyebrow as high as it could go, he gave her the strangest look he could muster at that time of night.

"Uhm..." He squinted at her in the darkness, still dazed from sleep and her bizarre statement.

"I just don't believe it."

"What's so hard to believe? That I have chest hair?"

"No...it's just..."

Franny eyed the vertical blonde hair on her boyfriend's scalp, then looked back at the strand she was holding with utter surprise. "It's curly!" She repeated with emphasis. Cornelius groaned and turned over onto his side. He wasn't in the mood to argue about anything at the moment. Franny continued to talk in a thoughtful voice.

"Do all guys have curly chest hair?"

Cornelius grunted non-commitedly.

"It's so strange. Anyone would think that you, with the straightest hair the world's ever seen, would be an exception. Maybe it's a side effect from one of your experiments..." she wondered. Cornelius couldn't help but scoff, turning back over to look at his girlfriend with incredulous eyes.

"A-huh."

Franny grinned, and shrugged playfully. "Well, you never know...!" Cornelius rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around her again, pecking her on the lips softly. "You finished your interrogation yet?"

Franny sighed in mock resignation, and let the blonde curl drift down to the mattress. "For now. But you haven't heard the last of this!"

"Fantastic. As long as it's not when I'm awake."

Franny stuck out her tongue at him, but his eyes were already closed in a pointed way. She huffed, but also snuggled down to sleep after switching off the TV. To further irrate Cornelius, she began toying with the small blonde curls decorating his chest. It was barely a minute later when another thought occurred to her. She smirked, and whispered the question to her boyfriend. His eyes flew open and he nervously hitched up the waistband of his pants.

"That's for me to know and for you not to ask. Go to sleep."