tampered | Log: Complete

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 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!"

"Ooo I can do that. Sit sideways in your lap," she smirked, watching with amusement as Auel's eyes roved over her, even though he was only trying to judge her height and nothing else. "Besides, I'm taller with my shoes on," she added, raising one heeled foot for observation before crossing her legs again.

"Good!" she replied when he said he would give her a demonstration. "And thank you," Simca added with a little more graciousness, nodding her head once. "Looks like you're not a bratty little Smurf all the time," she teased, reaching over to playfully tweak a lock of blue hair.

This time, Auel did smack her hand off, releasing a tiny noise of disapproval. "I'm only showing you a demonstration to prove I'm the best, PWGR," he told her, patting down vehemently at the lock of hair she had chosen to tug, as though it had been drastically moved out of position.

He paused, frowning. "Wait, so did you want to watch it from inside or outside?" Emeralds flickered to Simca's tall boots. "And how the hell do you walk on those?"

Giggling, Simca resisted the urge to tug on another lock of hair, and rested her hands back in her lap, rolling her eyes at the slight show of vanity from Auel. "How about both, but preferably inside, because I want a ride," she replied, grinning at him.

"These?" she shrugged, glancing back down at her boots again. "Practice, darling," she smiled. "If you can walk in ATs, you can walk in tall boots."

"Fine," Auel agreed after a final drink of soda, before crushing the now-empty can with his hands. "But I better not hear any complaints about it being uncomfortable."

He started tossing the flattened piece of metal up and down, watching it arc in midair as he did so. "Really? I always thought the killer heels were an in-built woman thing."

"I won't complain," Simca shook her head, finishing up her soda as well. She watched Auel crush his can with with his hands and started laughing at his show of "manliness," and then raised an eyebrow and did exactly the same thing. "I am the one who asked, after all," she added with a smirk.

"Definitely not!" she protested, shaking her head. "Heels hurt like a bitch, at first!" she grinned. "But you get used to them, after awhile."

Auel watched Simca crush her can as easily he did, before he flashed a grin, genuinely impressed. Not bad for a girl with big boobs. "S'long as you remember that," he said, playfully flicking his flattened can at her arm.

"So why wear them in the first place?" he asked with a roll of his eyes, leaning back against the couch once more.

Narrowing her eyes teasingly, Simca bounced her can off the top of Auel's head and smirked, pleased by his impressed smile. "Why? Because they look sexy and I like them," she shrugged lightly. "I won't even bother explaining fashion to you. You're a boy, it's hard for you to understand," she patted him sympathetically on the arm, giggling.

"Unless of course, you're a gay boy," she added.

"OI." Auel's smile instantly dissolved into an icy glare when the can made impact. He huffed at her in an irate manner when she patted her arm right after that humiliating move.

"I'm not gay!" he protested, before slamming a palm on his chest. "And I don't dress bad either! Look at this ensemble, fit for a Jedi."

"You're so sensitive!" Simca laughed, shaking her head at him. "I'm just playing around, don't give me that look," she made a mock pouty face at him before smiling genuinely.

"I didn't say you were, now did I?" she raised one eyebrow, giggling at yet another display of manliness of Auel. "I didn't say you dressed badly, either. I was just saying, gay men understand fashion a lot better, that's all," she shrugged.

Auel eyed Simca suspiciously for a few minutes to determine if she was still playing with him or not, before folding his arms across his chest with a snort. "Huh, and I thought most of those zafties were gay."

[ooc: this is never going to end XD]

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