Control
Disclaimer: I do not own Galactik Football and I make no money from this fanfiction.
For indecisive-ays.
"Rocket and what can I do for you?" Adium said, her voice indicating that she would take no nonsense from the boy- she assumed that this was something to do with the fact that she'd taken a while deliberating over whether to reinstate him. She had played everything by the book and so no matter what he said, she wasn't going to be made to feel guilty- she couldn't give favours to any player, fair was fair.
He stepped forward, looking completely at ease with his surroundings, his golden eyes meeting her gaze head on.
"I was just coming to thank you for removing the suspension," his voice sounded deeper somehow, he was practically radiating self-confidence.
He'd definitely changed.
"You don't need to thank me, I was just following due process," she said sternly, she was unsure as to whether he was being sarcastic, but either way, she didn't like his tone.
He stepped forward even further, despite the fact that what she had said was a clear conversation closer.
"Maybe I want to."
Until now, she'd thought that hair-twirling was a girl's move, but there he was lazily twisting a single dreadlock round his index finger. She used to do that sort of thing with her own hair, long ago; now it was always pulled back in a bun, besides she was far too old for that sort of thing.
It was only when he casually sat himself down on her desk, long legs dangling jauntily, that she realised that something was seriously not right here.
"Get off my desk, please," she said, only adding the 'please' as an afterthought. She was the adult here and she was not going to be intimidated by a teenage boy.
He smirked and hopped off the desk. "Is there something wrong? You seem stressed."
She wasn't going to dignify that with an answer; instead, she merely raised an eyebrow.
"You can leave now."
"Maybe I don't want to," was his immediate response. He then decided to disobey her even further, rather than simply standing he ground, he decided to walk behind her desk and put his hands on her shoulders. He started to massage, kneading in circular motions, and Adium had to admit it felt good.
"Stop," she said. As much as it was helping with her sore neck, it was inappropriate in the extreme.
To her surprise, for the first time since entering her office, Rocket did as he was told.
He grinned and quickly darted in for a kiss.
It all happened so fast that she didn't really have time to think it through but she found herself instinctively moving to evade him. His lips impacted with her cheek rather than his intended target (her lips).
He drew back and shrugged. Admitting defeat (for now), he started to retreat, walking across the room towards the door.
"You are just like Aarch, aren't you?" she said and despite herself, she started to wonder what might have happened if she had let him kiss her.
He turned around, briefly. "See you around, red."
And then he was gone.
Yeah, not really happy with this, but I hope indecisive likes it anyways (if not, feel free to request an alternative version, indecisive!). In terms of characterisation, I was going with the idea that Rocket was still operating on Netherball mode (given that he only just got out of there when this is set). Review please!