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Couple: Piko x Miki

Rated: T for suggestive themes. ;)

Holiday:International Day of Unplugging (March 29-30)

This isn't so much about the actual meaning of the Holiday, just an idea I got from the name.

Told in Piko's POV

"Piko, can we go yet?" Miki whined from the other side of the door, followed by a couple of raps on the wood.

I jolted in surprise, pushing back my rolling chair and sending it tumbling to the ground with a loud racket as I leaped to my feet. It took a moment for me to not trip over the long black cord that hung from my back and connected me to my laptop. My finger found the mousepad and I tapped it a few times to make the screensaver go off, stammering, "I..uh, I'm not ready, yet."

"Still?" My girlfriend let out an exaggerated groan. "I swear, you take longer than Miku!"

Chuckling nervously, I scanned the screen of my laptop, fingers flying over the keyboard in a flurry. "That's funny..." I called in a half-hearted reply.

"Can I at least come in?" she asked politely, in that cute voice that made my heart skip a beat.

I barely gave her time to complete her question before shouting out, in a very girlish squeal, "No!"

She giggled. "Give me one reason."

My face heated up as I thought of the only thing that might keep that nosy girl from opening the door. I hesitated saying it out loud, but when I heard the doorknob turning, I blurted, "I'm naked!"

Silence.

It worked!

Then, I heard a childlike giggle. "You know that's not good enough!"

I swirled around so I could be facing Miki as she swung the door open and waltzed in, slamming it behind her. She froze in her tracks when she caught sight of me staring at her, hands clasped behind my back while I stood in a position to block my laptop screen from her view. The red-head tilted her head to one side in confusion and raised an eyebrow.

"Piko?"

"Uh...yea?"

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

Miki took that moment to advance, crossing the room to reach me in only a few short moments. I squeaked in protest as she tackled me to the ground, dragging my laptop down with us. She was a lot tougher than she looked; it didn't take her long before her legs were on either side of my hips and she pinned my hands to the floor. Her long, silky sweet-smelling hair flowed all around us. She smiled a tender smile down at me, so much different from her normal tough-girl expression.

I just gave up. I was too much of a shota to fight back, anyway.

"So, what was on your computer?" she asked, reaching for my banged-up laptop lying a few feet away.

I caught her wrist with my now-free hand. "Don't worry about it."

"Piko, what's so bad that you can't tell me?" Miki prompted, her lip pushed out in a pout.

"Nothing. It's not even important. Quit pestering."

"Piko~!" the red-head whined. Her auburn eyes were full of amusement and feigned sadness. "Please?"

"No," I stated simply, blinking up at her with a master poker-face. (Yea, I'm good.)

"Too bad!" Miki laughed, rolling off of my and snatching up my laptop. She ignored my pleading cries, easily shrugging off my failed attempts at dragging her back down to me. She flipped the screen up and stared at it for several long moments before looking at me quizzically. "What's so bad about this?"

I had sat up and crossed my legs, clasping my hands together in my lap and hanging my head. "It's embarrassing."

"What?" Miki furrowed her brows and turned the screen for me to see the flashing green bar. "Ninety-six percent charged?"

I didn't reply.

"Piko, if you were still charging, you could've just told me." She set my computer down on the desk before taking a seat down at my side. Her arm brushed against mine, and I felt my heartbeat speed up. "We can wait another half an hour."

With a deep sigh, I leaned back until I was lying down. Miki tried to join me, but before she could fully relax and stare up at the ceiling, I squealed in pain. She sat up quickly, staring at me with wide eyes.

"You, er, sat on my cord." I awkwardly waved a hand at the thick black cable lying on the carpet.

"Oh! Sorry," she chuckled, taking it in her hands and lifting it over her head. Miki lay down at my side, draping my USB cable across her belly, and rolled over to face me.

I did the same.

"How long you think it'll take?" Miki murmured softly, blinking her dazzling eyes slowly.

"Shouldn't be too long," I assured her, placing one of my hands on her hip and drawing little circles with my index finger. My cheeks flushed pink as hers did the same, and I closed my differently colored eyes to avoid her loving gaze.

Then I felt something soft against my lips.

Of course.

Miki pulled away from me after a few long moments, and I stared at her with a soft expression. I loved her kisses; always so tender and loving, a big contrast to her normally violent personality.

Her next line caught me off guard.

"Can I unplug you?"

"I-I'm not fully charged yet," I insisted awkwardly, sitting up quickly as she tugged at the end of my USB.

"Don't worry, Piko," she whispered as it came free of the laptop. Miki twirled it around a couple of times, before kneeling down to my level and pushing me back onto the floor with a smirk. "I'll be doing all the work."

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(:Mizune