title: should have known better (but I have my reasons)
words: 558 – (ficlet).
pairing (s): implied established!abby x hoagie.
"Are you serious?" Abby Lincoln asked, one well-groomed eyebrow arching towards her hairline in question. "Are you really asking me that?"
Hoagie – the person who asked the aforementioned question – swallowed roughly. His eyes darted to the tops of his dirty white sneakers. He couldn't manage to look her in the face, not yet. "I-," the pilot started, voice cracking in nervousness, "I think it's a pretty legitimate question."
The two teenagers were alone in the living room of the TND base. Abigail had been reaching for a book; passing over old comics and Kuki's cooking manuals for something with a little more depth when Hoagie had approached her. He had been adjusting his goggles - a quirk of his - and hiding his eyes since he entered the room and spotted her. Abby had found it strange, but nothing worrisome - or slightly annoying, as she thought now, scowling, - until he choked out a question; an awkward question that he knew the answer to.
The half-french operative looked confused and a little disgruntled at his reply. She turned away from the bookcase to face her nervous friend, her long braided hair swaying with her movement to bounce against her hip. She cocked the lip of her hat upwards to stare at Hoagie with dark eyes, frowning. "How the hell is asking me if I'm gay for Kuki a legitimate question, baby?"
Abby would get into the offensiveness of the phrasing with him later.
She watched Hoagie swallow again, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. She rolled her eyes "Wait," she sighed. She rubbed at her forehead before poking Hoagie in the chest. "Let me guess, Walls put you up to this . . . ?"
Hoagie didn't anything, but grinned, crooked and wobbly. "Uh," he stuttered. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his outer-shirt, stretching the fabric towards Abby in a gesture of submission. ". . . he did."
The former chubby pilot dug at the wooden floor with the tip of his sneakers. "It was a kind of a dare, I guess," he said, frowning. "That was . . . " he trailed off with an anxious noise.
Really? Teenage boys were stupid, Five decided sighing and rubbing at her face before putting one hand on her hip and the other hand to Hoagie's face. Her bracelets clicked together like nosily as she moved."Two, baby, you know not to take nothing that boys says too seriously," she scolded. Her fingers stroked at his cheeks, the tip of her fingers touching the rim of his goggles. Her thumb slid across the freckle-speckled skin of his cheekbones.
"But," she said with a smile, "I'm not interested in Kooks."
The pale skin beneath her palm warmed with a blush. "O-oh," Hoagie stuttered. "Well, I still," he coughed, awkward and nervous, into his fist, looking away from the pretty dark-skinned in front of him then back again. "I mean, he wants proof."
Abby grinned, chuckling. She could keep playing along, too. "Of course."
Her hands slid to Hoagie's neck, cupping the swell of muscle at the joint of his shoulder. She lapped at her bottom lip, stroking it with the tip of her tongue. She could feel the boy in front of her shiver; see his eyes beneath his goggles watch the wet muscle leaving her parted her mouth and back again. She saw his blush deepen as she rose to her tiptoes, her breath fanning across his heated face.
"Well," she murmured, lashes lowering and hiding her warm spice-colored eyes, "a kiss will have to do, and, next time just ask for one."
Hoagie pressed into her, still blushing charmingly. "Of course."
a/n:
well, jess. it took me over a month to write it, and it kind of really sucks but ta-dah~! here is the b-day gift I promised.
i hope you still love me after this, my friend. :C
– kati;