Coming into Sight, a codename: kids next door fanfic

title: coming into sight
author: stoplight-melody
summary: Kuki plays matchmaker to a already formed couple. [ficlet]
pairings: subtle abby/hoagie
words: 467
time: long freakin' time.

The smile – a soft and delicate curl of mouth – should have forewarned her about the scheme that had formed in between the glitter and butterfly filled walls of Kuki's mind. It had been far too devious, with snowy white teeth glinting in the fluorescent lighting; a stark contrast to the usual innocent obliviousness that flooded her features. The wink she had thrown over her shoulder had only added to the effect.

Amber optics followed the form of the pretty Asian as she pushed into the musty depths of the school library – dragging a complaining Wally and Nigel behind her. The twin doors shuddered shut behind the trio, stifling the sharp 'shush' of the librarian. "What was that about?"

A cracking noise chimed into the air as Abby rolled her neck, vertebra adjusting to her comfort before she turned her attention to the pilot that hovered by her side. "She thinks she's helpin' us," the spy murmured, pushing her braid off her slim shoulder.

All shades of different azure caught aflame with sunlight as Hoagie faced the caramel skinned teenager. She had pulled herself onto a nearby window ceil, heels grazing the rough surface of the concrete wall. "Us?" he questioned, a dark auburn eyebrow rising towards his hairline.

He settled himself next to her, feet setting to the limonene floor. He leaned against the cloudy glass, head tilted towards her. A grin - teasing with drizzle of something that made a certain warmth flood the deep caverns of her chest – passed across his features.

"Hmm," Abby hummed in reply, full mouth contorting into a matching lazy smile. The girl's eyes trained to the corner of his lips. Rice - - from the bits of Kuki's lunch he'd stolen - - Numbuh Five deduced. Her hand rose from its place at her side to brush its digits gently at the offending piece of wheat, catching the crumb of white against her skin.

It fell to the floor as her head and neck rotated on her shoulders to face the high ceiling, fingers tapping out a tattoo against her kneecaps. She could feel his cerulean optics scanning the curves and angles of her face – a question swimming in the bright pools of blue.

Aren't we already. . .?

A ghost of a touch brought her from her thoughts.

He had shifted in his seat, until bare skin brushed and cloth rustled as different textures rubbed. He stared at her shifted gaze until thick lashes lowered and reopened slowly, slowly, simmering amber meeting confusion smothered irises. "She's havin' fun wit' this,"

Her eyes turned away, flickering across the afternoon bathed hallway towards the doors to the library. Her quick and analytic trained eyes or ears didn't miss the high, girlish muffled giggle or the large lavender-sliver orbs that shimmered and shined in the crystalline shaft of glass by the entrance

"And Abby don't have the heart to tell her no."

A/N:

I'm sorry, Jess.

I tried to imply romance but, keep them Abby and Hoagie. I'm afraid that I failed a tad much on that.

--kati.