SJ: Finally…I finished a request! –Lets herself flop onto a couch that comes out of nowhere- I don't know why, but this request frustrated the heck outta me! I mean, the couple's fine, I don't have a problem with it, but…ARGH. It took me a while to write a oneshot I actually liked. –Sigh- …I'm picky, I know. XD And Falcon's a pervert…as usual. –Le sigh- Thanks for being patient guys, while I work on your requests! I do have a life too, y'know, so usually I write up these stories quickly...and when one doesn't work out for me, I get frustrated. -.-
Oh yeah. I'm also writing another Marth x Samus oneshot (with a song in it, too!), but I'm gonna give you a break (and be evil! Mwuah!) from that couple, and won't upload it just quite yet. –Winks- But, I'll give you a sneak peek, and if you like the idea of it, I just MIGHT upload…but you never know! –Insert evil laughter here, along with lightning flashing in the background-
Okay. Here's the preview…
"Then…" he grabs her hand slowly, still holding her gaze carefully. "…will you accept my invitation of coming to live with me at Altea?"
She stares at him, heart pounding. "M-Marth, w-what're you-?"
She's cut off as he kisses her swiftly, and all words are lost.
Her head goes completely blank since they've never kissed like this before, and she feels his arms wrap around her waist tightly; without realizing it, she wraps her arms around his neck, and the kiss lasts for a while. Then, they pull away, breathless, while she's slightly dazed.
"Well?" he asks her once more. "What is your answer?"
She hesitates, looking from left to right; anywhere except his eyes, now that she has managed to get herself free from his gaze.
Finally, she finds her voice, but finds that her throat's suddenly very dry.
"Marth, I…"
-Computer screen goes blank just at the critical point, and you see SJ standing there grinning evilly-
Heh. I'll let you ponder over it for a second before you give me your answers to wanting to see it or not.
Be warned: I might put a sad ending, or a happily-ever-after ending. I haven't decided yet!
Anyway, here's the Falcon x Samus oneshot for Nintendo4ever! Enjoy!
Title: 'Cocky'
Couple: Samus x C. Falcon
Summary: Samus is training, and Falcon challenges her to a spar…
Dedication To: Nintendo4ever by request.
Punch one, two. Punch one, two. Punch one, two.
She stands alone in the Training Room, jabbing at the punching bag; she's not in her suit, as she has taken it upon herself to train without it, to make her body stronger.
Punch one, two. Punch one, two. Punch one, two.
She lets her breath come in short little gasps, and doesn't bother to brush away the sweaty strands of blonde hair coming into her face. She only focuses on the punching bag, dodging it as it swings towards her, and kicking it with a loud cry of, 'HA!'
He stands by the doorway, watching her with amused blue eyes.
Punch one, two. Punch one, two. Punch one, two. Punch one-
"Shit!" she cries as the punching bag comes off from the very ceiling, and lands at her feet. She glares at it, and kicks it, panting heavily. "Damn it…now what am I supposed to train with?"
"You could always spar with me."
She whirls around to see Captain Douglas Falcon grinning slyly at her. Her eyes narrow, and she scoffs.
"Well, aren't you the gentleman," she snaps sarcastically, obviously not in a good mood.
He dodges her sarcasm and says smoothly, "Why, thank-you Sammy, I believe I am."
She scowls, and he laughs, before looking at her up and down, smirking; she's only wearing a small dark green tank-top, and small white shorts, and his smirk widens as he sees her sweaty body.
She notices where he's looking, and feels her face grow hot with embarrassment and anger.
She is not amused.
SMACK.
"PERVERTED BASTARD!"
He rubs the cheek where she half-slapped, half-punched, and winces as he feels a bruise forming. "Ouch," he mutters, but it doesn't dampen his spirits; instead, he just grins at her casually. "So? You haven't answered my question of a spar, Sammy."
"Call me that one more time, and I'll shove your helmet up somewhere painful," she hisses, and folds her arms, "and I believe that a spar between us is unfair. You're an expert at using your hands-" she sees his eyes twinkle at this, and gives him a warning glare, quickly changing the word, "-fists, so you'll have an advantage against me."
"Ah, I'll go easy on you," he says, waving it off as if it's nothing. He takes his fighting stance. "C'mon! Show me your moves!"
She sighs and she, too, takes her stance. "Fine," she mutters, "but I'll get revenge if I end up in Dr. Mario's healing room in a coma."
He chuckles and nods. "You can have the opening move."
She does, and charges him; he gets ready, and lashes out, but she feints back, and manages to sock him one on the chin.
He lets out a startled cry, and falls onto his rump, rubbing the place she punched him.
She grins, and stands above him triumphantly.
"Hm," she hums lazily. "Maybe I don't have to worry about losing to you, after all, eh Fal- AH!"
She falls hard onto her side as he leg sweeps her off her feet. Quickly, she feels him pin her down, her hands behind her back, and her head against the floor.
"Damn it-!" she curses, but it's all muffled out as he pushes her down firmly.
"I never said I was out for the count, Sammy," he says, ignoring her screams of anger and protest; he grins. "You're just getting a bit too cocky."
"Get…off…of…me!" she manages to say.
"I won't. Not until you say you give-up."
Most people will think Falcon's crazy if they hear such a thing come out of his mouth; usually she's not one to give-up, even if she may die if her very life depended on it, so why on earth would she give-up to somebody like him?
"Fine…" she sighs, and goes limp. "I give-up…"
He grins, and loosens his grip on her.
"…on trying to find something that's worse than you on the whole freakin planet!"
"Wha-"
She kicks him off of her, and he flies through the air until he smacks-
"OW!"
-right into the wall. He groans and slumps down, landing on his head before the rest of his body falls down with a soft 'thump'.
She walks up to him, and stares him down, smirking.
"I never said I was out for the count, Falcon," she says, mimicking him. She grins- something she rarely does- and holds out her hand for him to take.
He does, and she yanks him up. He sighs, but can't help but smirk.
"That's true, ain't it?" he says.
Strangely, I don't feel bitter about losing…and to a girl, of all people!
"Hmmm," she hums again, and walks over to pick up her bag. "Whatever."
He watches her, the damn smirk not leaving his face. She notices him staring at her, and copies his smirk right back at him, winking.
"Good fight, Douglas," she says, a teasing tone in her voice as she says his first name. "Maybe you could give me some pointers sometime?"
"Maybe," he says, pretending to think about it, "but I don't know if you could keep up…"
He sees her emerald eyes sparkle with something he hasn't seen before, and she smiles slyly.
"Don't worry," she says, turning around and beginning to walk away. "I'll leave you to eat my dust."
He chuckles, and watches her leave before turning back to the punching bag, lying forgotten on the ground. He picks it up and begins to try and fix it, hanging it up elsewhere.
Samus Aran just got a bit cockier.
Hell, who was he kidding?
Samus Aran got a lot cockier!
But he was always up for a challenge, wasn't he?
+fin+