Disclaimer: I do not own Galactik Football. Set in Season 3. M for mature themes.

Footjob

Rocket lay there panting, astonished and butt naked.

"What was that?" he managed to choke out. He always had a bit trouble finding his voice when Tia did… things that he should be used to her doing by now but still amazed and surprised him every time.

"Didn't you like it?" Tia asked casually, but there was no way he would miss the desperate attempt to cover up her insecurity. Maybe if she, too, wasn't so flustered she could have done better. He loved how she couldn't act when in bed with him, other times she could switch on the "calm, proper lady" in the blink of an eye.

"Well, if you didn't like it, I won't do it again..." she hadn't lost any of her clothes and she liked going around barefoot so it was going to take her just a few seconds to grab her shoes and get out of the room; that knowledge was what gave him the strength to push himself a little, reach an arm and grab her by the waist, pinning her back on the bed next to him as she let out a shriek. "Could you be a little more careful? You're bruising me."

"You should be a little less elusive, then," he shrugged, and rolled so that he was now lying on his stomach, with his nose in her hair. "Now answer the question."

"You didn't answer mine either," she said defiantly staring up at the ceiling. Another sign that she was really stressed out about this for some reason, funny how she had been in control the whole time while actually executing it.

"Maybe if you hadn't made presumptions instead of me I would have," he breathed in her scent, it was a bit different than usual. Or maybe it was Paradisia, but she smelled more exotic now. He needed to ask whether she changed her perfume. Later maybe; "And I asked first."

She sighed: "It was a footjob, Rocket, it's basically a handjob done with a foot instead, where you rub your feet against the penis so as to stimulate an orgasm."

He chuckled; "I know what it is."

"Then why are you asking me?" she attempted to sit up, and he pushed her right back, "Seriously let me go, I have things to do."

"We're not done yet," he said, "And afterwards, I have things to do with you. My question was obviously to be taken in the meaning of why you decided to give me a footjob all of a sudden?"

"You should have phrased more carefully, then," she said, and he thought she was the cruellest person he ever met; how was he supposed to care of the phrasing of his words right after coming down from the heights of an orgasm, when he couldn't form coherent thoughts? "And now my question was asked first so..."

"I thought my liking it was evident," he said, moving his head to nuzzle her neck; seriously what was with the scent? It was making his head fuzzy. "And now will you explain why you came up with the idea?"

"Nothing, it was just a thought," she said, swallowing and losing some of her cool, "Why are you making such a fuss about it?"

"I'm not making a fuss, I'm trying to understand," he grinned and gave a lick to her collarbone, she tasted the same, maybe it was just pheromones, "And now I also remember how you attempted at it at last night's dinner –in the middle of everyone," he sent her an annoyed yet amused look and she, again, found the ceiling a lot more interesting all of a sudden, "And I remember how you've been curling your feet in the sand today at the beach. You were clearly practicing and planning. So apparently it was not 'just a thought'," he lightly bit on the point where her shoulder met her neck and she hissed, "Explain."

"I wanted to try something different?"

"Not gonna buy it," he wondered if he could risk letting go of her waist and using his hand for other activities, but decided against it, she was almost spineless when she wanted to get out of someone's hold.

"Well, it's the best you're getting," she said stubbornly, "And really let go of me, I have to go."

He raised his head with a hurt look; "You think you can stride in here, tarnish my innocence with those sinful feet of yours and leave just like that?"

"That's exactly what I think," she said, with a death glare.

He frowned, and she struggled again so he decisively moved so that he was on top of her, his hands on either side of her face.

"Why are you trying to run away?" he asked.

"I'm not, Rocket, let me go, seriously..."

"Stop lying."

"Then don't make me."

He simply stared down at her.

She sighed: "I wanted to remind you how talented my feet were," she said, "And I really should go because it's time for our training, you idiot."

He glanced at the clock by his bedside and was off her in a second, "Oh crap, I didn't realize..."

"Yes, I noticed," she rolled her eyes, "You were bent on thinking I was trying to get away, you bright detective you," she bent down to take her shoes in her hand as he sat up and watched her appreciatively, "See you there."

She was by the door when he called:

"Don't make plans for tonight."

Already half-way out the door, she only stopped for a second, but her bare toes curled on the carpet and he knew the answer was affirmative.

So... "what the hell indecisive?" you may ask. Or you may not; but I have an explanation of course!

I'm in the middle of a writer's block. I was working on FemaleSpock's helpful prompt which I said I would do in return for a second chapter to "It's All Over" (go read it everyone!) but having trouble even with that (I'll get it done, promise! just don't know when...), let alone getting anywhere with "Us" or "Perfection". Then a weird thing happened. A facebook stalker gave me an inspiration to write a funny idea I had been mulling over. Stating I was cute, the stalker who I assume is a guy at the expense of seeming racist, asked whether my feet were also cute. So I was just laughing at it and then I went "well, indecisive remember that idea about feet you had?" and wrote this.

I think it's very obvious what Tia's intention was but there'll be a second chapter with Rocket trying to figure it out (the boy is just slow sometimes). What do you guys think, will he succeed? Or should he just fail at noticing anything as he usually does on the show until someone spells it out for him?