Tastes So Sweet
Disclaimer: I do not own Galactik Football and I make no money from this fic.
Also, I've not been keeping up with Season 3 recently, so I hope I don't go against canon or anything.
Lun-Zia cartwheels, joyfully- for she does everything with such wild abandon. It's just normal for her to perform feats of acrobatics, casually, as other people would just walk. It's like breathing to her.
Rocket watches, enviously, and remembers a time when simple football used to be like that for him- when it used to be everything. Netherball had changed all that; it wasn't enough to play by the rules anymore- there was a part of him, the part he kept buried most of the time, that enjoyed hurting people.
He'd gotten everything he ever wanted but now it never seemed like enough. If he got what he wanted then he wanted something else.
Case in point- Tia, he had wanted her from the moment he first met her, she was so fierce and everything he had never dared to dream of. He'd loved her and by some miracle she loved him back and taken him back after Netherball. He was lucky.
He'd never really thought about straying, not really. But there he was, watching Lun-Zia, will all sorts of lustful thoughts running through his mind.
The funny thing was, he hadn't even consciously thought about it until Tia had gotten all paranoid about it. And now she knew Lun-Zia had a boyfriend, she thought the danger was gone, when it was only just beginning. And now by circumstance, he was alone, with Lun-Zia and he didn't think he could control himself- he didn't think he even wanted to.
He stops, sits, underneath one of many palm trees. Its night and the air is thick, thick with expectation he thinks. The place is secluded; everyone is elsewhere, although who knew where that paparazzo would turn up. He didn't care about that now.
She stops too, her eyes so bright, joining him, sitting too close for comfort- but it isn't comfort he needs right now. He needs the unfamiliar, the uncomfortable, something interesting.
He barely hesitates before kissing her. The forbidden fruit always tastes sweetest and Lun-Zia tastes sweet- like Pineapple. He deepens the kiss, feeling a release, the release in doing the thing rather than just feeling guilty over mere thoughts he couldn't control.
Because control was an illusion and he wanted out of it. After Netherball, he'd never been able to fit back into his old life like he used to, it wasn't right anymore- he was different.
Lun-Zia was the freest person he had ever met and he wanted that for himself, she made him feel like he could do anything- anything except walk away. He loved Tia but she made him feel tied, bound. She has too much grit to ever taste like sucrose, to give him that same thrill, that high.
Lun-Zia rakes her hands through Rocket's hair and he feels himself just melt into her, all his inhibitions just floating away.
He could be responsible in the morning.
Written for indecisive-ays, the prompt being 'Rocket/Lun-Zia and a kiss.' I hope you like it, indecisive!