Synopsis: Rocket and Tia are in a bed, and… no, it's not what you may think but don't read it if you are very young.
Disclaimer: I don't own Galactik Football and I'm not making any money with this fic.
Do you love me?
The day had begun well for Rocket. He had watched a match with the other Snow Kids on the Kapow planet and the Wambas had won 3 to 1 against the Kapows. Then they had had a good dinner, and after dinner, Tia had entered his room and asked him if he wanted to see the new dress she had bought with Meï. The dress actually looked so good on her that he had immediately locked the door and started undressing her. And…
A few minutes later, she had to ask the question.
"Do you love me?"
He tried to ignore it. Of course he loved her! Hadn't she ever noticed? Why ever asking? And why was she trying to make him lose his concentration when they were practicing one of the two best activities in the world?
"Rocket! Do you love me?"
"What d'you think?"
"I'd like to hear it from you! You know, just now I have the feeling I'm… your scooter!"
They both laughed but it was somewhat true. Rocket used to make love the same way he was fixing his scooter: trying things, memorizing everything that looked or sounded good to him, enjoying himself a lot and never saying 'I love you'. He thought it was the best way to have sex. She would have preferred him to add a few kind words from time to time and couldn't see the point of having sex without mentioning love.
"Tfia, I'm buvy", he mumbled while kissing her shoulder. "Fhut up and enjoy."
"I won't shut up!"
He locked his lips with her, hoping it would make her want to act more and talk less. She returned the kiss passionately and started talking again as soon as his lips had left hers.
"It's not difficult, you know. Just three words. Can't you just say them?"
It was difficult. There were probably one or two percent of males in the galaxy who were able to talk about their feelings without being embarrassed, and he was not among the two percent. Why couldn't she see it? "Mmm, you smell so good", he whispered.
"That's nice", she giggled. "But that's not an answer."
"I'm not in the mood for answers", he said while reaching a particularly sensitive spot of hers with the palm of his hand. He knew she couldn't resist when he was stroking this spot very gently. "I'm in the mood for sex. D'you think I'm doing it wrong?"
He grinned wildly while saying it. He could already see the signs of her arousal: the way she was breathing, the look in her eyes… "Don't change the subject", she said. "We were talking about love. If only you could say from time to time… well… stop grinning like that!"
He burst into laughter and started kissing her neck, knowing that if she really had wanted him to stop, she would have told him to. "Don't be fho prudifh, Tia."
"I'm not prudish!"
"I had noticed", he whispered. And he started trailing his tongue against the places he knew she liked to be licked, enjoying the taste of her skin.
"I just want to talk about… our feelings… don't you… don't… mmm… just saying it would… maybe you…"
He laughed madly inwardly. Now she was losing control and it was him who had done that. He just loved it. He stopped kissing and stroking when she was unable to utter a sentence and looked into her eyes.
She finally managed to talk. "That… was a nasty thing to do."
"Hey, you seemed to enjoy it!"
She slapped him with the back of her hand. Then she thought about for a moment, pushed him onto his back, lay on top of him and started kissing him. It had been more than enjoyable, indeed. Better giving him what he wanted now. She could still express her love for him verbally afterwards. If she was lucky, maybe he would say: "me too."
The end…
Author's note: I don't know where I got that idea. It's so unlike me! Hope it didn't bore you too much, though.
