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Archie twisted and turned on his bed. Theresa had just effectively prevented him from falling asleep by telling him that Atlanta would not reject him if he asked. After that, she had winked at him and left. "Damn," he cursed. "Jay must have told." But then again, now that he thought about it, he hadn't asked Jay not to tell Theresa. Also, Jay and Theresa were dating, so he should have expected it. But how could Theresa be so sure? Had she asked Atlanta? He groaned. He would never get any sleep this way… and since he was awake, he might as well train. Throwing aside the blankets, he pulled on a shirt and quietly headed for the training room.
Atlanta cursed silently as she tossed about in bed. It was no doubt Theresa's fault that she had… well… been thinking and observing certain things about a certain purple haired titan. She growled. She would never get to sleep this way, considering that every time she even attempted to close her eyes, an image of Archie appeared. Not that you don't find it pleasant or anything… the little voice in her head reminded. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from screaming in frustration. She sighed. She might as well put this time to good use and train. Rolling out of bed, she grabbed her bolas and headed for the training room.
Atlanta paused in front of the door of the training room, about to enter her code to enter the room (lets just say that Hera improved security) when she heard footsteps coming down the corridor. Her breath hitched as her heart begin to beat faster and faster. For some reason, she always had this perverse fear of the dark. (yes, this is made up). And for some reason, she found herself unable to move, as she heard the footsteps get louder and louder. Her brain was shouting at her to get into the training room, but her feet just stayed rooted. For a second, she thought that the person, whoever it was, was going to go right pass her, but at the last moment, he turned, and as expected, bumped right into her. In a split second, she was pinned under a warm and heavy, yet admittedly nice smelling person.
Archie cursed, wondering whom on earth he had just bumped into, and why she (yes, he was quite sure it was a she) was just standing there. He tried to get up, but his right arm was pinned under whoever It was, and thus, he was somewhat stuck on top of whoever she was. His free hand groped around for a clue as to her identity until finally, his hand came into contact with what felt like 2 loop earrings. "Atlanta!" he asked softly, the surprise evident in his voice.
Atlanta felt unsure as to what to do. For once, she was stuck with no choice and unable to do anything but wait for the person to get off her. She could feel his hand (as like above, she was quite sure it was a he.) grope around until it reached her ear. At the same time, she felt something small, cold and hard on her leg. Only one person she knew would wear something like that. "Archie?" she asked in surprise.
Archie recognized the voice immediately, and was quite sure that she was Atlanta. Then, his face colored as he realized what a position they were in. He was so close that he could feel her warm breath on his cheek, and the rising and falling of her chest. "Uh… Archie? Could you.. uh.. get of me?" Atlanta asked awkwardly. Had the lights been on, Archie would have seen that her face was as red as her hair.
"Urm… I can't. My arm is under you. I think you might have to move first," he said, his throat suddenly feeling very dry.
"I can't Archie, you're on me," she replied, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
"Oh yeah, urm… hold on," he murmured as he somewhat reluctantly lifted himself off Atlanta as best as he could, so that she could roll out from under him and get to her feet. He got to his feet as well as Atlanta keyed in the code to the training room and they both entered. Archie turned on the lights, noting at the same time that Atlanta's face was somewhat pink.
"Why are you up so late?" They both asked at the same time.
"Theresa," Atlanta and Archie both grumbled at the same time.
"She was going on about how you liked me as more than a friend, and all, but isn't true right?" Atlanta asked, not entirely sure which answer she would rather hear.
Archie took a deep breath and decided to trust Theresa. "Actually… It is …true," he mumbled. "I do like you Atlanta, much more than a friend. I know that you probably don't feel the same way… but…"
Atlanta cut him off. "Actually… I do….. i.. do feel the same way… you are, to me… definitely… definitely more than a friend," she murmured.
Archie looked up from his feet. "Really? So you're not going to reject me?" he asked, not believing what he had just heard.
Atlanta nodded, then grinned. "Unless you really want me too." She teased
Archie shook his head. "If course not," Then grabbing out to reach her hand. He said, " In fact, I'm never going to let go."
Atlanta blushed and used her free hand to ruffle his hair, and said "look who's getting all sappy now?" she teased.
"Oh yeah?" Archie threatened jokingly, as he tackled her to the ground, and for the second time in five minutes, they were on the floor again as Archie started to tickle Atlanta who begin to giggle uncontrollably.
"Stop! Stop! I give in!" Atlanta panted between gasps of laughter.
Archie grinned. "That'll teach you," he smirked as their eyes met for a while but Atlanta quickly looked away, only then realizing that Archie was straddling her.
"Atlanta?" Archie asked suddenly, his voice sounding somewhat different.
"Yeah?" she asked softly as she looked up.
"Just this," he said softly, and before she could react, Archie's lips met hers in a kiss.
She seemed somewhat surprised at first but still kissed back. Archie was worried that he would push him away, but all his worries disappeared when she kissed back.
After awhile, they both broke away, both blushing.
"Well, we should go to bed," Archie said, helping Atlanta to her feet.
Atlanta nodded in agreement. "I don't think you'll have any problems sleeping huh?" she teased.
"Of course, of course. " Archie replied with a smile. "Goodnight," he greeted, kissing her lightly on the forehead before they went their separate ways. He couldn't help smiling as he made his way back. Theresa had never been more right, and he was sure he would never regret doing what he had done.
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