Galactik Football Story
This is a one shot story, set just after Rocket finally comes back after playing Netherball. It's just a bit of fluff between D'Jok and Mei. Rated T for later chapters, but I'll only write more chapters if I get reviews, so please, REVIEW!! No real story line!
Unfortunately I don't own Galactik Football, but if I did, I'd be playing non-stop! Enjoy!!
Mei took her time as she walked down the hallway. Looking at her feet most of the way, thinking of what to say to him. A smile spread across her lips, this was going to be interesting, he always chokes when she asks to speak to him. She passed Thran and Ahito's room; not hearing voices, guessing Ahito was probably asleep, and Thran was most likely talking to Clamp.
She reached D'Jok and Micro-Ice's door. Mei took one long deep breath before she lifted her hand, she hesitated a few seconds, just long enough for Micro-Ice to open it as she stirred her hand. He jumped in surprise but recovered quickly. He rubbed the back of his head showing his embarrassment at being scared. It made her smile, which Micro-Ice returned enthusiastically.
"Oh, hi Mei"
"Hey Micro-Ice, I didn't mean to startle you. I'm just here to see D'Jok, is he in?" His hand was gone from the back of his head and he was looking over his shoulder into his room. He turned back to her with a devious smirk on his face.
"Sure, he's just in the bathroom, he'll be out in a moment. I have to go; I'm meeting Yuki down in the foyer. You two have a nice chat" He shot passed her without another word. Mei looked after him for a moment, before shaking her head in bewilderment. She stepped in and closed the door softly behind her. She wandered around the room, looking at the posters of Warren; the Lightings star player and D'Jok's idol. She sat on his bed and flicked through a few of the magazines that were sitting on his nightstand. Then she heard D'Jok's voice.
"Micro-Ice! I'm going to kill you! You used up all the hot water, again!" Mei stood up when she heard the bathroom door bang open and wet feet approaching. He rounded the corner. "Micro… Oh, Mei I wasn't expecting you"
"I can see that" Mei grinned as she noticed his voice was a few octaves higher then usual. His cheeks burned a bright red. He was dripping wet as he stood in the middle of the room, creating a poodle as he stared at the floor in discomfort.
"Did you…" D'Jok cleared his throat, finding his normal tone again. "Did you want to see me?" Mei approached him attentively until she was only a few inches away. He didn't step back, but he did swallow deeply. Making her smile even more.
"Yes I did, but I can see you're a little…" She looked him up and down. "Occupied" He nodded lightly before answering.
"Did Micro-Ice let you in?"
"Yes. Why, is he not aloud?"
"He is, he just could of given me a heads up that's all"
"Am I not aloud to see you topless?" She pouted slightly. She was teasing him and she liked it. She's never said anything like this to him before. He seemed taken aback at first but he recovered quickly.
"Topless is fine, but topless with just a towel on, not so much" He looked at her as if waiting for her to pounce but she wouldn't. She'd add the ingredients before taking a bite of the cake. She raised one hand considerably slow. He instantly moved both his hands to hold onto the top of the towel more tightly. But Mei only reached for his face and stroked the side of his cheek before resting it on his chest. He relaxed a little.
"Don't worry I won't try anything drastic" She raised her other hand to sit parallel to the first. She played with the tiny hairs sitting in the middle of his chest. Mei looked up when she heard him clear his throat. Their noses nearly hit each other when she raised her head to face him. She could feel his slow even breaths brush her face.
"So what's the verdict?" She let the silence draw out, as if thinking hard about her answer.
"I've seen better" His eye's narrowed at the remark.
"Is that so" He spoke through gritted teeth, she was getting to him. Mei's hands travelled gradually down D'Jok's chest, spreading out to his ribs and back in again to his stomach. He shivered at the soft movements. Mei didn't watch her hands; instead she stared at his face, watching his expression change as she traced circles absentmindedly around his abdomen. He shivered a few more times; making his eyes close subconsciously and his breathing become raspier. Mei was surprised at what she was doing but couldn't seem to help it, so she continued further. She didn't want anything to happen, she just wanted to talk to him, and she just figured this was a fun way of getting his attention. So she, very slowly, lowered her hands further. She was still watching his face, never taking her gaze away from his.
Abruptly his breathing caught and his eyes flew open, as if his conscience had just kicked in. She felt both his hands around her wrists, holding them slightly away, but just close enough so her nails could tickle the skin at his stomach. He swallowed harshly, preparing to speak but Mei jumped in first. She spoke quietly, still looking at him.
"Sorry, I wasn't planning to do anything... Can you let go of my hands please? I promise I'll keep my hands to myself, scouts honour" D'Jok smiled and eased his grip on her wrists; she slid her hands quickly behind her back. He didn't bend down to pick up his towel, for some reason he knew she wouldn't look. Instead she stood up on the tips of her toes, stopping just centimetres from his lips. Instead of kissing them, she lowered her lips to his chin, placing soft kisses along the way, and followed the line down to his throat where his Adams apple quivered and then went along his jaw painfully slow. She nibbled lightly at his ear sending shivers down his spine. He shuddered at her movements, giving her the incentive she needed. She traced back along his cheek and hovered just above his lips, waiting. He closed his eyes and covered the space between them, but her lips weren't there. She had moved away with a sly grin stretched across her glorious lips.
"Ah ah ah" She positioned her index finger on his lips. "Not yet, I need to talk to you remember. Come to my room in about an hour, it's important, ok?" D'jok couldn't speak with her finger on his mouth. Even if her finger weren't there, he wouldn't be able to speak anyway, so he just nodded.
Sorry it's kind of sort, but I'm just seeing how the story does first.