pinky swear

title: pinky swear
author: hikasne
pairing: wally/kuki
words: 577
how long?: 30 minutes
summary: - "…promise me?" –he never knew he was entering such a binding contract. – wk

He might've never said yes if she hadn't been fluttering those tantalizing violet-doe eyes framed in those thick, coal-black lashes and rosy pink lips.

Then again, it had been kind of worth it when said mouth (God, those lips) closed over his thumb, eyes blinking up at him innocently, sealing their promise, her pearly teeth bared innocently.

"Pinky promise?" she'd asked in that voice, he couldn't describe it, but her words were like vocal butterflies, flying and flapping away in the most graceful manner. She extended to him one long, pinky finger, painted neatly with silver nail polish.

He raised one eyebrow, eyeing her pinky like it had paid him a personal offense. "Cruddy what?"

She took a hesitant step back. "Pinky promise me! So I know you'll keep your promise." She laughed, chiming like tinkling bells, smiling with her pretty eyes closed.

He tried to convince himself it was just to get her off his cruddy back—but couldn't quite manage it, and awkwardly stuck out his thick, tan pinky finger—the one with his boyish, silver class ring on it, and curled it around hers. "There."

"No, wait, wait!" She took hold of his thumb and pulled it out towards her, and while he watched, emerald eyes round like saucers, she looked up at him with just her eyes and hesitantly stuck his thumb into her mouth, biting down softly on the pad of his finger with her teeth, pretty tulip lips closing around his appendage. "It's part of the handshake," she said softly.

--long pause, on both parts.

"Do it to me," she murmured, offering him his thumb as her own lips parted and his hand fell limply to his side. "Okay?"

"Wh-" he cleared his throat, gruffly finishing, "Whatever," and obliged—maybe a little too willingly, and closed his own thick, awkward lips around her milk-white, graceful thumb. He kept his eyes down, embarrassed he'd sounded like a girl for half-a-syllable.

"Okay!" she exclaimed, flouncing away, oblivious to the effect she'd just created and leaving Wally huge-eyed in her wake. "See you for the Rainbow Monkey Parade Marathon at three!"

Well, that was stupid, he thought, blinking and turning slowly the other way.

He might've been able to convince himself that a little more thoroughly if he'd been able to get the sweet, delicate taste of her skin out of his head.

note: Amazing, eh?

Well, I'm trying to write as many stories as I can in a short period of time to make up for the long hiatus I took.

Well, I tried to make it poignant and simple in every way possible—pssh, yeah, that was effective.

--Huh. Well, you'll be hearing more from me. Soon.

[Ali]