A/N: Yet another request fic. This one refers to what Meta Knight says for his Final Smash in Brawl. My friend thought I should write a fic to do with it. So…I did.
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The Smash Ball hurtled through the air over the platforms. Meta Knight snatched it up eagerly. He had wanted to use it on Peach for a long time, and this time he finally head the chance.
Peach had approached him about a week ago informing him she had wanted to duel him. He had been busy then, a disappointment for them both. But he told her he'd be ready any time. She took him up on it, and had just a few moments ago slapped him on her way across Delfino Plaza. It was on.
A small crowd had gathered, much to his annoyance. But they were throwing various things into the circle they had created, things they could use.
He didn't know why Peach had wanted to fight him, but since she was offering…he decided, why not?
Meta Knight went up to Peach, opened his cape, and said, "Feel my power!" He grabbed her and pulled her under it before he realized she wasn't fighting him. Not only that, but she was really feeling his power…
But they couldn't do it there. He whispered hoarsely, "Later." She moved her hand up and down, then fell backwards, feigning defeat. The crowd started dispersing immediately. When enough people had left, Peach got up and began to walk away. Meta Knight followed her a ways back.
At least, she stopped in a doorway. Peach turned around and beckoned to him seductively for a moment, then entered the house. He waited for a time, then went up to the door and entered without pausing.
Once he closed the door, he turned around. And there, on the bed, was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
In the time she had spent waiting for him, she had taken off her dress to reveal a set of lacy underwear. Then she had taken up a rather nonchalant laying pose on the bed, specifically so he'd have a fantastic view when he came in.
Meta Knight felt himself harden as his eyes traveled down her body. His feet began to move as if on their own accord toward the bed.
As he got closer, he got ever more intoxicated by her. Her scent, which of course, smelled like peaches, was filling his nostrils ever more with each breath.
And suddenly she leaned up and hugged him to her, feeling him in so many ways it was hard to tell which to focus on. Then it came—the feeling he desperately wanted to feel.
"You like?" she whispered in his ear.
"Yes," he groaned back, not really even knowing what she was referring to, but knowing that whatever it was, he liked it. Her, the outfit, the way she touched him—it was of no importance.
And suddenly, he felt his cape leave his shoulders, and her hand cupped his face, ready to remove his mask. She hesitated, but he said, "Go ahead."
"Oh, Meta Knight," she said as soon as his mask was off. And she started kissing him; long, sweet kisses that really left him wanting more.
She sensed this, and gave him exactly what he wanted. "Oh, God," he moaned.
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They lay in bed afterwards, breathing hard. At length, Peach got up and slid into her dress. "Thanks, Meta Knight," she told him on her way to the door.
"Wait! Don't leave!" he said, getting up from the bed.
"Sorry, I can't. I have to go 'duel' with Mario."