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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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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?"

Smiling genuinely over at Auel, Simca nodded. "Sure. That sounds good, thanks," she replied, amazed yet again at the strange sex drives of the males from whatever world those Gundam pilots came from. Kissing a beautiful girl one second, soda the next.

"You look all smug," she added with a knowing grin. "Feel proud of yourself? All manly and stuff?" she giggled, obviously amused. Auel was funny, his mannerisms and quirks, and Simca wasn't joking when she said she liked him. Even when he was being an ass, he still had a passion that she was impressed by.

[ooc: No worries! ♥]

Receiving the green signal from Simca, Auel stretched his arms towards the ceiling, before slamming his palms down on the back of the couch and using the momentum to flip over with casual ease. He landed nimbly on the balls of his feet, grinning brightly at Simca. There never was any harm in showing off a bit of skill.

"Hell yeah, 'cause it's manly to win!" he exclaimed, feeling the rush from that brief acrobatic maneuver. Without waiting for a response, the pilot spun and made his way into the kitchen. "What kind of soda do you want?" he called out as he pulled the fridge door to peer at the contents inside.

"Show off," Simca laughed, though she was honestly impressed with that little move. It was surprisingly graceful and Auel had done it so easily. Besides, it was nice to see an actual smile on his face, even if it was tinged with smugness.

"Bit of a competitive little Smurf, aren't ya?" she snurked back at him playfully, and then waved her hand casually through the air. "I don't mind. Whatever you've got. Surprise me," she replied to his question about the soda.

Huh, he'd love to take that 'surprise me' literally and add tabasco to one of the drinks, but they'd already run out of the damn hot sauce. Pulling out two cans of Fanta Grape (because grape flavour rocked the others despite what Sting said), Auel returned to the couch and tossed one over to Simca. As much as he hated to admit it, he might actually be getting too used to that stupid nickname.

"Always the best, remember that," Auel confirmed with a grin as he flopped down bonelessly next to Simca, his hands preoccupied with flipping the tab of his can open.

Catching the soda easily, Simca kept her gaze on Auel as she popped open her soda and took a sip. Grape. She would have preferred something with a little caffeine in it, but it tasted good anyways.

"Not the best at kiss~~ing!" she laughed teasingly, winking at him as she sipped her soda. "Still. You fly one of those Gundams too, don't you?" she asked, drumming her glossy pink nails on the can while resting it on her thigh. "I'll bet you're good at that," she threw in a compliment. Boys liked it when you pumped up their egos, after all.

"Well I will be," Auel declared before he took a gulp of soda, relishing in the refreshing taste before it washed down his throat. Ahhh, Fanta. He pulled his legs up and crossed them into a comfortable position, his head tilted towards Simca.

"Heh, wouldn't be in that if I wasn't," the pilot replied with a confident smirk, predictably pleased that Simca recognised his talents. "Those Red Coats aren't the only bastards who can fly a Gundam."

"Oh really now? And who do you intend to practice with, hmm?" she asked coyly, glancing at him sideways with an amused, impish smile on her face. As expected, the compliment worked and Auel looked smug yet again.

Simca rolled her eyes at his remark. She highly doubted she would ever understand the bigoted attitude shared between the two groups, but she didn't care. She was friends with both. Background didn't matter much to her in the first place, and the city only helped that further. "Will you take me for a ride sometime?" she asked with another grin.

Auel blinked at her. "Practise?" He frowned, eyes narrowing at the can that sat snugly in the space between his crossed legs. Okay, he hadn't thought about that... who'd want to practise kissing with him? Simca was out since she was the big boss he had to defeat at the end, so--

Auel's head snapped up suddenly. "A ride? In Abyss?" he asked incredulously.

"Unless you planned on working on your skills with the back of your hand," Simca laughed brightly, bringing her hand up to her lips and making a loud, smacking kissing sound. Auel really was cute and surprisingly innocent when it came to this sort of thing.

"Yes, a ride. Is something wrong with that?" she asked curiously, surprised by his reaction. "Is there not enough room?" she shrugged, raising her eyebrows.

Scowling at Simca for that last dig, Auel snatched the can out and took another chug of soda. She was right though; it would be best to find a practice partner. Someone reliable, someone he could trust, someone who'd push him to work harder - there was really only one person he could think of who would possess those qualities. Doubt that person would want to do it though.

Ah hell, no harm asking. Besides, it was the only way to kiss Simca and have her admit that he's the best!

Having made a decision, Auel returned his attention to Simca. "There isn't exactly a passenger seat you know," he told her, with a shrug of his shoulders, "'less you don't mind standing."

"How about I sit in your lap?" she grinned, leaning towards Auel again flirtatiously and winking. "You're the only one I know who has their's here, I think. Yzak's isn't, otherwise I would've begged him to let me go with him," she explained, taking another sip of her soda.

"Or, if you won't give me a ride, you should at least take it for a spin and show me what you can do," she shrugged lightly, gazing back at him pleasantly.

The zaftie didn't have his gundam here? Interesting. Storing that little piece of information in the back of his head, Auel ran his eyes up and down Simca for a quick assessment of her stature.

"You look pretty tall, no way I could see the controls if you were in my lap," Auel concluded with a snort. He cocked his head to one side with a ponderous expression. "Though if you sat down and shifted your legs to the side..."

Stopping, he shook his head. "Never mind." The pilot then flashed a smirk before he finished the last of his Fanta. "I can totally give you a demonstration, yeah!"

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