I do not own Galactik Football.
Clothes
Clothes were evil.
Rocket decided that had to be his final conclusion.
He remembered there had been a time when he was indifferent towards them but he was a naive florist back then. He had his cave to go and practice in, he had deliveries to be made and there was no place in his life to wonder about clothes. They were stuff that kept him from freezing on the snow-covered Akillian and that was that.
Oh, but boy was that not that.
Had he mentioned he was naive back then? That had changed the moment he had laid eyes on Tia.
That time, like she usually did, Tia was wearing that low cut jeans and that short t-shirt with her orange windbreaker. Aside from being way too thin for Akillian, her clothes were revealing too much skin around her midriff –around her tiny waist that looked like he could round twice with one arm and that nicely toned abs which were drawing too much attention with their paleness against her colourful garments. He remembered how much trouble the clothes had caused when she was lying there, in his cave, and the shirt had kept riding upper and upper until he couldn't stop all the inappropriate thoughts from taking a parade in his mind and he had had to constantly remind himself that she was unconscious and was looking for Aarch to stop himself from acting on those thoughts.
And then he had met Mei, who by all means was gorgeous and who revealed even more skin than Tia did. Thankfully, they weren't alone in a cave and his mind was occupied with football and his father and Tia constantly so his thoughts on her hadn't gone across "just admiring the view" state.
The clothes revealed their ugly head when Tia chose to wear that dress to that party. Oh yeah, he had been happy at first. But then he had had to spend the whole night gazing at her smooth, long, shapely legs from afar; only imagining how she would react if he ran feather light touches over them as she sat on that barstool at Planet Akillian and leaned in to whisper all those nasty things he was thinking of doing to her. If she was really aiming for it, that would have made him very happy. And then maybe she would blush and turn her head (oh those were sure to get her embarrassed alright!), but he knew she would not back down and would stand up with a clear dare in her eyes and signal for him to follow her, to the closest place they could carry out what he had said... and where had that night ended for him again? Oh, right, under the cold shower, trying to catch his breath at the first time he had jerked off on thoughts of her.
And right now she was wearing something equally ridiculous. Rocket wondered why this was affecting him so, since it was something he had seen multiple times. In fact, it was his light blue t-shirt, the one he usually wore underneath his hoodie and it was not revealing in any way. As Tia sleepily walked out of the bed and quaffed water from her bottle, they rode up a little but not an inch of skin came into view as it was too long for her even when she wore those baggy tracksuit low on her hips. Still, something stirred in him as she lay back and he grabbed her waist to pull her onto himself and start kissing her as his hands sneakily went under the shirt. She only made a protest of surprise at first but then gave in and coyly threw off the shirt over her head.
Clothes are evil, Rocket thought, and they always side with women.
Written in half-an hour. I have no idea where it came from.