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A/N: This wasn't a fakiru week submission but is the short that goes with my one art piece by the same name on deviant.
Stolen Kisses
"Fakir, come on; why can't I go with you?"
"I'll be back just now, plus you have class" Fakir replied gesturing to her leotard clad body
"So do you," Ahiru whined "who's going to partner me?"
"Fermio"
The duck-like girl pouted fiercely, turning away from her tall boyfriend. Fakir shook his head in exasperation at her childish anger.
"Ahiru,"
The petite ballerina didn't turn around, intent on ignoring Fakir until he allowed her to accompany him. Fakir sighed before reaching round to grasp a delicate wrist and effortlessly spun Ahiru to face him. She squeaked in surprise, just managing to supress the reflexive 'quack.'
"I promise I won't be long. The spring show is in a few weeks and last week you were off with an injury. You need to go to class." Checking to make sure they were alone, the green-haired author caught Ahiru's lips in a firm yet mind-blowing kiss. He kept it short, knowing that soon they'd both be running late.
Gazing into surprised sky-blue eyes, Fakir brushed away Ahiru's fiery red bangs and dropped a soft kiss to her forehead "go to class moron," he said affectionately "you'll see me there in no time at all"
"Okay," Ahiru conceded and with a kiss to the cheek in forgiveness, she ran back into the ballet building, a blush staining her cheeks.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Fakir continued his hurried trip to the jewelers.