A Tiki Scare pair

Disclaimer: Scooby Doo and all related characters are owned by Hanna-Barbera, Warner Bros., and/or Cartoon Network. All other characters, names, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, events, locals is coincidental.

A/N: In the episode, "A Tiki Scare is no Fair", we find Shaggy and Velma up a tree, literally. This is the story before, during and immediately after that scene. We start with Velma's POV, but Shaggy will have his say.

The story comes from littlebixuit's profile page, thanks go to littlebixuit for the plot bunny.

A friendly warning: some parts of the story contains some mild, sexually suggestive material, hopefully I've handled it with class.

Chapter One: Out on a Limb

Velma

Fred always splits us up during a mystery and a lot of the time Shaggy, Scooby and I are separated from he and Daphne. That was the case now, and of course we ran into the monster and began running; which is what we are doing.

I've known Shaggy for a lot of years; he and Scooby may be the biggest chickens ever but I've grown to trust him. He may run like the chicken he is but he usually runs with a purpose, namely, get as far away from the monster as possible and find a hiding place.

"Follow me!" Shaggy yelled as he passed me like I was standing still. I had no idea what he had in mind but I was right on his heels when we entered the exhibit. We both stopped, looked around quickly for someplace to hid. I was huffing and puffing, trying to catch my breath, while Shaggy wasn't even breathing hard. He spotted some thing, and threw one thing at me and started taking off his clothes! Fear, like being chased by a monster, can make you do funny things.

"Put that on! Quickly, we don't have much time!" I took a brief look at what he'd thrown at me, an over one shoulder "Jane" looking outfit that obviously had been inspired by a "Tarzan, The Ape Man" movie. We both heard the monster making noise and that noise was getting closer. Fast! "Come on Velma, move it!" he added.

I didn't think twice as I caught on to what he had in mind and quickly removed sweater, skirt and shoes, donning the Jane costume, and throwing my clothes into a corner, hopefully out of sight. I ran with him into the main exhibit area. He never wavered as he placed his hands on my waist, lifting me up, and then joining me on the limb. Not being the most agile person, I immediately slipped, catching myself on the limb. We didn't breath as we heard the monster just outside the entry way to the exhibit. I barely had time to arrange myself on the limb when the monster came into the exhibit. I held my breath and hoped I looked like Jane!

Shaggy

Most people who see a couple running in 'normal' attire and the next second they're in some Tarzan breech-cloth and skimpy Jane number, there has to have been more than a few seconds elapsed for them to make that change. I was scared to death; I'd seen Scooby jump up into another exhibit so I wasn't worried about him too much; I was worried for Velma. While we were changing, she could have been the most beautiful model in the world and I wouldn't have noticed.

I held my breath when the monster came into the exhibit and hoped Velma wouldn't move, sneeze or in some way call attention to the fact that Tarzan and Jane were out of place in this scene, especially a Jane that is stretched out on the limb like something between Jane and an Egyptian princess.

I didn't dare move but I wanted to check on Velma; see if she was okay after her slip and near fall. I shifted my eyes to take a look; what I saw was quite a shock. That costume had been jerked upward in her fall and was exposing more leg than I knew Velma would be comfortable with, but with the monster only feet away she couldn't take the chance to adjust it. Our eyes met...and she winked!

Velma

I wanted Shaggy to know I was okay and thought desperately how to communicate that without alerting the monster to our presence. The only thing I could move were my eyes so I looked up at Shaggy. I've said before that we've been friends for a long time, but looking at him in that Tarzan loin cloth, I realized something I had never acknowledged before: Shaggy was down right handsome!

He had aways ran, so his legs were firm and fit but it was his torso and arms that I now noticed. He wasn't buff like Fred but I could see the well defined muscles of his bare stomach and abs. His arms had that quiet strength that you don't know is there; but he had picked me up like I was a feather and placed me on this limb. He might not be handsome like the Tarzan of the movies, but right then I wouldn't have changed places with any actress.

He looked down at me and I winked; later, I would come to realize that that may not have been the smartest move, because two things became clear to me. One was the fact that my costume was way too high for comfort, and the second was, long standing friend or not, Shaggy was a guy! A very handsome guy at that!

And another fact hit me; our clothes were in the other room!

The monster must have given up because thankfully he ran off into another exhibit. We let out a collective sigh just as the limb broke and we went crashing down. Luckily, Shaggy broke my fall but now I have a problem. I've fallen on top of him, he's gasping for air and I'm wearing the mother of all mini skirts! How to get up and stay at least somewhat modest has become a real problem. There is only one solution. I roll over,
and looking him in the eye and stifling a giggle, said, "I'm going to get up; close your eyes and don't even think of peeking!"

Shaggy

Now, you tell any guy not to do something and I'll guarantee you that he will do what he has just been told not to do.

We made a hasty exit into the other room where we had left our clothes. In a moment of fear, changing clothes in front of a friend is one thing, this was completely different! I could feel her unease about changing and pointed to a fake palm tree. Picking up her clothes she stepped behind the tree and took off the abbreviated costume. Every thing should have been fine at that point but then I stepped closer to the tree and opened my mouth and inserted my foot all the way to the knee.

"What do you think about Fred and Daphne always going off together and leaving us to face the monster?"

"Why, you don't like being with me?" she stuck her head out from behind the tree.

Hara-kiri any one?

TBC