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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 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]

"Huh? Why would they all be gay?" Simca laughed, looking a little incredulous. Not that she really knew that many ZAFT members, if she was honest, but Dearka didn't come off as gay... even if he possibly was. And Yzak. Well. Yzak was Yzak.

[ooc: Seriously. XD We must shut them up soon.]

"Dunno, kinda gave me the fruity vibe with all that emo." Not a single girl in the team, and they were always emoing over each other too. Pretty obvious there.

Auel uncrossed his arms and promptly flopped down onto his side of the couch after that remark, as though the discussion was over.

[ooc: afternoon nap? :D]

"They don't emo all the time," Simca rolled her eyes bemusedly. It was the truth. Mostly. Raising one eyebrow, she sensed from Auel that he was bored with the subject at hand. She smiled at him and stretched her arms above her head.

"I should probably go, Smurf. I have things to do today. But thanks for the soda, and the kisses," she winked, leaning over to kiss him gently on the cheek again.

[ooc: Kicking Simca out! XD]

Auel accepted the kiss graciously this time, mostly due to the fact that whatever reaction he made would have no effect... and it was that time for a lazy afternoon.

"Yeah yeah," he said with a casual flick of his wrist, before flipping over onto his stomach - his favourite sleeping position. It was comfortable and tended to give him a sense of peace. "See you later," he added, voice muffled in the cushions.

"Bye, darling. Be a good Smurf," she grinned warmly, dropping the two crushed soda cans into the garbage. With a wave, she let herself out and was off again.

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