Disclaimer: I do not own Galactik Football.
Safe
If anyone knew she'd have to sit through hour-long tirades, face taunts and ignore cold-shoulders on how dangerous this whole involvement was.
Regarding the matter Stella would side with her parents and all three of them would take turns at her. And surely, somewhere along there it'd be stressed that her choices were becoming less and less appropriate for an ambassador's daughter. She would have to work on resisting the urge to roll her eyes, the temptation would be high but she had quite a few more things she could do with an extra fifteen minutes instead of listening to don't-you-roll-your-eyes-at-me-young-ladies.
Aarch would throw a fit, saying how reckless she was being for endangering herself and the team (underline the team).
Her teammates would probably feel a little weird about it, or more likely not care. There was a chance that Micro-Ice could find amusement in it, which said much about the situation.
Keira, that lovely woman she had grown so fond of, would not make any comments but beg her to be careful with those impressive eyes of hers –his eyes, but he had never begged her, so it could be interesting to see a different expression in them.
It was likely that Norata would understand the attraction of it; she even wandered whether he had done a similar thing. But he would turn back to his flowers and cut them a lot more curtly –his silence speaking volumes and affecting her the most.
And Mei would be ready to give her a piece of her mind, thanks, until she would be reminded she was in a relationship with the resident badboy of the Galactik Football scene. Of course she would counter by stating Sinedd was not being chased down by militarized robots on a regular basis.
What did they know?
Her hair was all electrified from pulling down that pullover but she was too busy trying not to give into the eager kisses of the playful Pirate.
He was safe –and not only because he was trained to be able to fight criminals and armies.
Artie put his hands behind his head and gave her an appreciative onceover when she pushed herself up from his naked self and reached for the last piece of her clothing.
"Same time next week?"
She threw her jacket over her shoulders.
"Can't. We'll be on Wambasia."
"Shame."
She looked at her reflection in the mirror and gave an unfelt attempt at smoothing down her hair:
"I'll see you around."
"Of course you will."
She closed the door.
With Artie, she didn't have her heart at gunpoint.
I got bored during lecture today. This happened.
Edit: inspired by FemaleSpock's awesome fic "Successor".