If Only for the Night

by Masqueradewolf

There's a Gundam convention the next town over, but Natsumi will never let Sarge attend. Not unless he can get her out of the house so she doesn't know that is. With the school dance on the same day, there is a chance Sarge can be with his beloved Gundams but who will take Natsumi to the dance? Mild fluff 3/6/2015:I'm going to make a real push to finish this story before month end

4. Chapter 4

It was dark. So dark in fact that Tamama risked looking over at his Sargent. Keroro had been perched, fingers gripping his chair seat for the last hour, completely absorbed in the screening of one of the lost episodes playing before them. Nervously Tamama shifted, running a hand through his blue hair and swallowing heavily. It had only taken Keroro seconds to be entranced in the film, the rest of the time had seen Tamama wondering blushingly if he could get away with putting his hand on top of Keroro's.

It seemed that each time he got up the courage and moved his hand from its clenched position on his thigh something on the screen would lose its hold. Only for a few seconds, but the sight of Keroro seeming to come back into his senses kept Tamama on edge. Whimpering softly to himself and shooting another glance over at the Sargents hand he felt his stomach twist pleasantly. It didn't seem fair, his emotions weren't this strong as a Keronian, why should they be this way as a Pekoponian. He reached up and felt his cheek, the contrast between the flood of relief from his nails pulling out of his palm and the absolute burning in his face made him stare anxiously at the ground.

Not like he'd notice anyway. Tamama thought dejectedly. I doubt he'd even notice if I kissed him. Tamama's hand froze against his skin and his eyes widened. Where did that thought come from? Kiss him? He's my Sargent! He… I…

His hand lowered in defeat. It was true, he knew that there was no way to deny the reality of it anymore. He loved Keroro, with every part of him he loved him. Seeing other people make him happy tore unpleasantly at his heart. There was nothing he wouldn't do for Keroro, and he was hopelessly lost to a feeling that would never be returned.

The ache in his heart increased and Tamama lowered his hand back in to his lap, stubbornly trying to force his emotions away. An explosion rocked the screen and Keroro jumped grabbing Tamama's hand in excitement and squeezing it tight.

The scene continued to play on, enticing Keroro and leaving Tamama stunned, completely still, hand still grasped in Keroro's. The warmth building between their hands matching the heat of the blush on Tamama's cheeks.