X. Just a collection of short one-shots varying in length that I wrote whilst holidaying in Portsmouth now!
Pairing requests are welcome! But please don't request a pairing that has already been written.
Random one shot #24 - SeyMono (Seychelles x Monaco)
Sighing as she trudged barefoot through the sand, Seychelles looked to the watch on her wrist. She was late, once again. Sometimes timezones really annoyed the African. One, because it meant her visitor would have jet-lag, and Two, because her visitor always thought there was time to fit in one last poker game before they met up.
Hopefully Miss Monaco hadn't stopped off at the casino on her way to see Seychelles.
"Bonjour mon ami! 'Ow are you Michelle?" Ah, she was earlier than usual. For once, Monaco's long silky hair wasn't in it's usual plait, but a simple ponytail.
"Salut Lucille~! I am fine! I'm very glad you made it slightly on time." Michelle embraced the shorter female in a bone-crushing hug.
"I'm a little tired, what with the 'ole plane travelling and all, but other than that, I feel so 'appy to see you! To think I only saw you last month at the World Meeting in Paris!"
"Oui. It feels like ages since we 'ave 'ad a girl's night out! Does it not?"
"I know what you mean, mon cheri. Time is a mean thing to many. But what are we doing? Standing around chatting the night away?! Let's 'ave some fun, ey?"
"Ah, but of course Lucille~" Michelle smiled cheekily at her friend. "Shall we go then?"
The girls then proceeded to a small restaurant, tucked away on the outskirts of Victoria. They decided to share a large bowl of spaghetti. Monaco twirled her pasta on her fork, Seychelles slurped up single strands.
The bowl was nearly half finished when Michelle felt a tug on the end of her pasta. She just shrugged it off and kept eating the strand. The tugging continued.
Michelle unconsciously leaned forwards, on the other side of the giant bowl, Lucille was copying her movement, also slurping up a strand, the same strand.
'One more lean in and I'll have eaten itt. Man, there sure is a lot of spaghetti!' The African islander leaned in just that little bit more, but instead of the end of the pasta, she found soft white lips.
Seychelles immediately backed up, Monaco giving her a quizzical look, as if she couldn't feel the eyes staring at them. Michelle looked around, and to her surprise, no one was actually interested in what had just happened between the two females.
"Uh... Uhm... Lets just forget that happened okay?" Seychelles stuttered as she found interest in her shoes. Oh- and what a fascinating floor! It was nicely tiled with a swirly pattern on it.
"Oh mon ami! You are tres cute when flustered Michelle. Why would I want to forget something like my first kiss? Instead of forgetting, lets just not tell Francis oui?"
"Deal."