Disclaimer: I do not own Galaxy Angel. This series was created and published by Broccoli. The original character designs are by Kanan. All respect and copywriter ship goes to Kanan and Broccoli.
Author comments beforehand: My first FortexTact fic, OHO. Enjoy D
"It works like this," he said, brushing some hair out of his eyes, "You lean in and…"
What was going on exactly? Was this even relevant to what is going on? Apparently, practicing how to kiss someone was quite stupid, especially since he was teaching himself. He blushed and leaned in to his own reflection, foggy from the previous shower he had. The man gulped and winced as his stomach dug into the counter top.
"…and…"
He kissed the reflection, awkwardly pressing his lips against the mirror and onto his 'other self'. He stayed there for a few seconds then moved quickly back, practically hitting himself for the childish act he just committed. Who in hell's name kisses his own reflection for practice! He did; but, it was for a legitimate reason. He had to tell himself that.
"Damn…why do I have to prove myself to her?!"
"Because," said a low, sexy female voice that made him shiver, "you know I'm just too powerful for you, little man."
"Little?!" He growled, shocked and angered that she said that. The woman smirked in that usual quirky way that was her own walked up to him slowly, heels clicking along the way, grabbed his face, leaned down and kissed him. He gulped and looked up in surprise at her, his cheeks growing red with each second going by.
He grunted a bit as she pushed him into the counter top, the thing digging into his bare back. He closed his eyes, weakly responding. Then, out of energy, he pushed the taller woman back against the wall across them, standing on his toes, taking control of the kiss. Forte smirked into this gesture and played his game.
After awhile, he pulled away and he licked his lips, savoring his lover's adult taste complete with alcohol and the light tint of cigarette smoke. "Very nice Mr. Tough guy," she commented. "But next time," she added, pointing at Tact's lower half with him giving a blank expression, "Keep your towel on!" Forte gave a laugh and left, leaving Tact to look down with shock and screaming for the rest of the Elisor to hear.
THE END
