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Log: Complete

When; Today!
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Auel [

simca_swallows]
Summary; Simca’s on a mission to give Auel his first kiss. ♥
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Auel happened to live in the same building, so unfortunately, Simca had no need to use her ATs to get there. Instead, she slipped on a pair of simple boots and walked, for once. This was sure to be amusing. Auel really was quite the little brat, but as she had informed him, Simca seemed to have a soft spot for unfriendly people. Perhaps it went back to the old “opposites attract” idea. Maybe she, being one of the friendliest people she knew, liked to balance things out with by spending time with grumpy people. Or maybe she was just a bit of a masochist.

For whatever reason, Auel and his insulting, sarcastic personality amused her. She was confident that this first kiss wouldn’t end with her being mocked about how terrible it was. She had had plenty of practice, after all.

Stopping in front of the door of apartment #8, Simca knocked gently and then crossed her arms over her chest, waiting patiently for her “Smurf” to answer the door.

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Auel pulled his gaze away from the blaring screen of the television in front of him, eyebrows raised. Who the hell could it be? Sting had left early in the morning, muttering something about checking on Chaos and exploring- Auel found no reason to pay attention really, not when he had a full plate of pancakes soaked in maple syrup to deal with -and Stellar was out with that crybaby zaftie. Don't tell me the psycho actually decided to bring the Red Coat home - the stench dammit!

Scowling darkly, he slipped off the couch and threw open the door, ready to throw forth an insult of some sort-- "Oh." He blinked at the sight Simca standing before him, a bemused smile on her face as though she had expected such a welcome. "You actually came huh."

Snorting, Auel jerked his head towards the living room. "Well how long do you plan to stay out there idiot, c'mon in."

"God, what a greeting, Auel!" Simca laughed, rolling her eyes in response. "Of course I "actually came." You sure know how to treat a lady," she smirked playfully, walking past him into the living room. Auel was certainly no exception to Simca's affection for rude men. Without waiting for him to call her another name, she sat herself down on the couch, throwing one slender leg over the other.

"Well, how long do you plan to stand there, idiot?" she grinned, echoing his words from only a moment before. "Sit down, Smurf," she coaxed, patting the seat next to her. Even though she called him a Smurf, which was really only her defense against his own special "nickname" for her, Simca thought Auel was pretty cute. And it wasn't like she really had the right to tease anyone about their hair color, either. She did have bubblegum pink hair herself.

Che, some lady. Auel had never met a girl as infuriating as she was; hell, he had never interacted with any girl other than Stellar and Stellar was a straight path for understanding. Simca though... he could hardly read what exactly she wanted with him and did she just parrot his words right back at him?

Slamming the door shut, Auel attempted a fierce glare at the pink-haired girl, hardly realising that the expression resulted in nothing more than a delinquent teenager pouting after having his gum confiscated. "I'm not taking orders from you PWGR, not in my apartment," he snapped, even as he dropped down on the seat beside her anyway, before adding with the maturity of a twelve-year-old, "And I'm sitting down only 'cause this is my couch."

There followed a brief pause, gunshots from the television filling the silence. "So you want soda?" the pilot asked casually, as though the last few minutes of tension never happened.

Simca was more than accustomed to being raged at by a grumpy young man, so she merely gazed back at him evenly with a bemused smile on her face, arms crossed over her chest, fingers drumming lightly. She lived with Yzak Jule, after all. And he certainly wasn't made of puppies and snuggles. Being glared and yelled at had become almost a daily routine. When Auel finally sat down, huffing a little, she turned to look at him and raised her eyebrows.

"Finished?" she giggled. He seemed to be fine after that, and she wasn't bothered at all either, so she let it go as well. "Yes, please. That'd be lovely," she smiled sincerely, and then reached out to catch his arm before he finished getting up. Slender fingers curled gently around Auel's wrist as she gazed up at him with a mischievous expression lighting up her pretty face.

"But later. That's not why I came to visit, Auel, is it?" she finished in a silly, sing-song voice, slowly tugging him back down next to her and this time, a little bit closer.

Auel barely noticed the closed distance between them as he sank back down onto the couch, his initial instinct to smack her hands off- hey, no one touched Auel Neider without explicit permission -blanketed by the confusion written clearly across his features. Okay, so the way she reacted to his attitude was kind of like Stellar, but this part was definitely not like Stellar. Hell, he couldn't even place what that odd tone in her voice was.

"Yeah, the kiss right?" he said with his head cocked to the side, frowning at Simca."But couldn't it wait till after the soda?"

The befuddled expression on Auel's face was endearing and Simca had to hold back a giggle, lest she piss him off again while he was sitting so close to her. "Mmm but you're right here. And maybe you'll like kisses better than soda," she smiled, leaning towards him a little bit more. The hand wrapped around his wrist moved up to his chin, pressing her fingertips gently beneath it, thumb brushing across his jawline.

"Are you ready, Auel?" she asked, raising one eyebrow curiously, an amused smile still dancing on her lips. They were very close now, their faces only inches apart.

Okay, this was getting kind of uncomfortable.

Holding in the urge to flinch when Simca leaned in and captured his chin with fingers light as the gentle brush of a butterfly's wing, Auel had the feeling that their positions might have been supposed to be reversed. At least, that was how it always was on television wasn't it? The guy sexually harrassing the girl in a mini-skirt instead of the other way around?

The minute he caught sight of the challenging look she flashed at him, all thoughts of gender roles flew from his mind, pride flaring instantly. Right, this was a battle, a battle to decide whether he got to mock her for this stupid kiss later or not - positions didn't matter at all.

"I'm always ready," he told her, his voice oozing with confidence.

Once a brat, always a brat. Simca's face brightened even further with amusement at the tone of Auel's voice. That was something she identified with, that complete feeling and sound of confidence. Holding his gaze for a moment, Simca tilted his jaw up ever so slightly before closing the distance between them, letting her eyes flutter shut as their lips pressed together softly.

Auel had soft lips, she noted, as she leaned her head to the side a touch and deepened the kiss, pulling him a tiny bit closer. She knew she was good at kissing. Even when boys didn't tell her straight out, it was always obvious in their glazed over post-kiss eyes.

Deciding to be a little daring, even though it might have been a bit too much for a first kiss, Simca slipped her tongue out and traced Auel's bottom lip teasingly with the tip. One last press of lips and she backed off, finishing the kiss and opening her eyes again. Both eyebrows lifted curiously. "Well?" she asked softly, waiting for his response.

Auel stared at Simca, driven completely speechless. He had stubbornly kept his eyes open when he first felt her lips pressing lightly against his, seeing that as some of form challenge on its own, only to have them widen with surprise and then, then...

No, he hadn't expected tongue. Nor did he expect that teasing little - what was that, a lick?

Upon hearing her curious monosyllabic question that tinged with mild amusement, the pilot opened his mouth. "That..." He stopped, pouting at the drop in pitch his voice had taken, before he cleared his throat and tried again. "That sucked."

Yeah. Yeah, that told her.

"And I think you're a big liar," Simca laughed, sitting back a little and giving Auel a look that meant she was clearly not buying that. "So, you'd never want another kiss like that ever again, huh? It was that sucky?" she grinned, shaking her head at him.

"Silly. You can admit you liked it, you know. Or at least that it wasn't half bad. It's not like I'll make fun of you, or gloat," she pointed out, cocking her head to the side and studying his face.

"You have nice lips. Very soft," Simca added thoughtfully, reaching out to run the pad of her index finger across Auel's bottom lip teasingly.

"I didn't like it! I--" Protest cut short by a brush on his lower lip, Auel jerked away from Simca's touch, a light blush- though not light enough for the naked eye to miss -spreading across his cheeks.

"Everyone has soft lips!" he retorted half-heartedly, aware that it wouldn't have much of an effect on the frustrating girl sitting in front of him.

Damn it, this wasn't how it was supposed to go. They were supposed to break off from the kiss, he'd laugh and taunt her a little, and then they'd have a soda and watch the rest of the programme he was following earlier, period.

Auel's gaze fixed on the square tiles of the living room floor as he sulked, a sign that he refused point-blank to ever admit that maybe he did like that kiss, just a little.

Auel was blushing now, which definitely proved that Simca was right. "Oh really now? So you wouldn't want me to kiss you again, right now?" she asked curiously, resting the palm of her hand on the couch and leaning in towards the sulking boy once again.

"What's wrong with admitting you liked it? I'm good at kissing," Simca smiled, this time with less teasing and in a much more genuine way, hoping to make Auel a little less uncomfortable. He definitely shared a few personality traits with Yzak, though she would never tell either of them, knowing the friction that existed between the two factions. Auel was just as stubborn as Yzak, and also, just as stubborn as herself.

"And boys are supposed to like kissing," she added finally, watching him curiously once again.

Again!?

Auel practically reared back as though he had been coerced by a venomous snake, blush deepening further. What the hell was wrong with this girl!? Not that... he didn't want-- no, really, what the hell!?

"'cause boys don't like kissing," he shot back, a fist rubbing furiously at his cheeks in an attempt to get rid of the burning sensation he felt on the surface. "We like manly stuff like, like mobile suits and-" he jabbed a finger at the bloody scene playing on television "-shooting and killing!"

Auel remained in that pose for a few minutes under Simca's scrutiny, before he finally snapped, nervousness concealed behind the impatience. "What? What's with that look?"

Simca was actually debating about asking nicely again or just grabbing Auel and planting another one on him. The poor boy looked so anxious, like she was going attack him at any minute. And rightly so, if he knew what was going on in her head at that very moment.

"Oh yes, of course. I know you all like that manly stuff, too," she waved a hand through the air flippantly. "But most boys are also pretty interested in girls, and all the good stuff that comes along with them," she explained, still looking very amused.

Finally, once Auel snapped at her, Simca threw caution to the wind and shrugged. "Oh, what the hell," she murmured as one hand shot out gracefully and placed itself on the back of Auel's neck while her lips moved in for another deep kiss.

Auel had unconsciously tipped forward towards Simca to catch the words she had mumbled under her breath, leaving him completely open for the sudden move.

"Mmm-!?" he managed when he felt soft lips against his for the second time, his entire body tensing up in shock.

Wait, his mind rationalised, what just happened? Did she just- oh no she didn't-!!

Breaking away after a few moments, Simca opened her eyes again and beamed at Auel, giggling with amusement. "Sor~~ry!" she shrugged lightly, not looking sorry in the slightest. In fact, she appeared rather pleased with herself. "I couldn't resist. You're too cute and you really do have soft lips," she winked at him.

"And how was that one? Did that also suck?" she asked, even though she was pretty sure she already knew both the answer and the reply that she was going to get from Auel nonetheless.

"......"

Lips still tingling, Auel glared at her, ignoring the fact that his face was now beet red. The compliments she so casually gave him, something that he hardly ever heard in his entire career in the Earth Alliance, were not helping. In his mind, the same phrase revolved over and over: it sucked it sucked it sucked it sucked it sucked.....

Finally, he whipped his head to the side. "It wasn't bad," he muttered, as though those three words were the hardest things anyone had to say.

Simca had a feeling that, judging from Auel's facial expression and the flush on his cheeks, that had been entirely difficult for him to admit. Smiling sincerely now, she leaned back in and this time, pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek. "Thanks. Told ya it wasn't so bad," she replied quietly, ignoring his glare, as usual.

"And I didn't even bite you," she winked this time, laughing softly. The people from whatever world Yzak and Auel were from were bizarre. Simca didn't know too many of them, but if not for Lacus, and now Dearka, she would have concluded that they were all sexually repressed virgins or something utterly ridiculous like that.

"You're not too used to affection, are you Auel?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. "Hugs and kisses and all that. Does it make you uncomfortable?"

Scrubbing at his cheek to rid of the sensation still left by the kiss, Auel blocked his mind to the possibilities of what biting could have led to. If all the women in Simca's world were exactly like her, that had to be a frightening place indeed. Maybe that was why the boys there had adapted to liking this sort of thing for the sake of survival. He made a note to pay closer attention to that Ikki Babyface guy next time.

"Affection...?" The young pilot glanced up at Simca, eyebrows knitting together. "No, doesn't make me uncomfortable. Stellar hugs us all the time. Why?"

"Mmm well, then just the kissing part," Simca smiled, crossing her arms over her chest again comfortably. "Better watch out. Anywhere my lips touched you is going to turn green and fall off in a week," she teased, laughing at Auel's reaction to the whole thing. It was better than she expected, Simca supposed. He could have started yelling at her again. Instead, he just seemed embarrassed and a bit anxious.

She almost decided to tell him that since she had kissed Yzak before, and more than once at that, kissing her had been like kissing a "Zaftie," but she figured the boy had had enough trauma for the day. "You should try making out next. It's like that was, only better and longer," she teased, winking at him.

Auel had settled for simply sulking at the girl when she teased him. Anything he said would have been flippantly dismissed anyway - and that in itself was bewildering. Anger he was used to yes, or even Stellar's vacant little responses, but to have his words show no effect at all, that was just plain bizarre.

"Don't wanna make out," he said with a scowl, sounding far more childish than he already was. "Sounds stupid."

"So you said about kissing, before you experienced it yourself," Simca pointed out with a smile. "You're not afraid of anything, right? Try kissing me this time," she challenged, raising her eyebrows at him confidently. Apparently, Auel had realized that she wouldn't react to any of his angry ranting at her. Only a rare few people could affect her with anger, and Auel was too cute to be one of them.

"Or are you scared?" she teased, looking at him expectedly, amused by his sulky expression. Heaven forbid she be right and he be wrong, for once.

Was this annoying pink-haired girl challenging him?

Pride called forth in that very instant, Auel turned to face her, determination burning in his emerald depths. He'd just have to wipe that grin off by winning this round. "Auel Neider's not afraid of anything," he stated, practically shoving himself into Simca's personal space, his nose inches away from hers. "You're on!"

Without a moment's hesitation, he closed the gap between them, pressing his lips against Simca's in a clumsy fashion that only served to reveal his inexperience.

Simca had to admit she found herself a little surprised that Auel had actually kissed her back. Apparently threatening his pride was the magic spell, in this case. Either way, she got what she wanted, even if the kiss was a little awkward at first.

Smiling against his lips, she tilted her head to straighten things out, lest Auel end up kissing her chin or something. Being the shameless young woman that she was, Simca brought one hand up and traced his jawline with one finger before finishing the kiss and grinning at him. "Not bad, for a beginner," she giggled. "You have potential!"

"Don't estimate me," Auel snorted as he puffed out his chest, satisfied with his first initiated kiss. It was stupid yeah, but a challenge was a challenge and Simca didn't exactly define it as 'disgusting' or anything, which could only mean one thing - victory.

Mood having lifted from overcoming this tiny obstacle, Auel dropped back onto the couch, arms crossed behind his head. "So we've done the kissing stuff," he said, eyes flitting over to Simca, "You want that soda now?"

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