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Characters: Chili X Burgundy, as requested.
Summary: This is so shameless.
Falling For You
Burgundy yelped as she found the ground rushing up to meet her, only to be rescued by a pair of warm arms hoisting her back up. "Careful there, cutie," Chili said as he put her back on her feet, wagging a scolding finger in her face. "Wouldn't want to mar that pretty little face of yours."
"W-whatever," the younger girl huffed, blushing as she untangled herself from his arms and stomped away.
He watched her go with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
000
The next time she was passing through the restaurant, she ran smack into Chili again, falling flat on her backside.
"Hey, cutie, you okay?" he smirked.
She flushed and bared her teeth at him. "Do I look like I'm okay?"
He chuckled good-naturedly and offered a hand. She knocked it aside and clambered up by herself.
"You could watch where you're going, you know," she snipped as she dusted herself off, tossing her violet bob off her shoulders.
"Yeah, but where would be the fun in that?" he answered, and, making sure that their bodies brushed as he passed, walked off.
She stared after him, her expression caught between annoyance and bemusement.
000
When she found herself face-down on the floor of the restaurant a week later, she knew exactly who had tripped her.
"Do you have some personal vendetta against me?" she snarled at Chili as she got to her feet, rubbing a sore spot on her face.
He laughed heartily, a hand on his hip. "You could say that."
"Aren't you going to say sorry?" she ground out.
"Why? You tripped over my foot," he replied with a grin, trying to contain his laughter.
She stomped off, unable to think of an acceptable retort.
000
Chili was sitting at an empty table, taking his break. His eyes were closed, and he was enjoying the summer breeze that was wafting in from the open windows.
He heard the clack of shoes against the marble floor approaching, and, without opening his eyes, stuck out a nonchalant foot. A familiar cry reached his ears, and a small body landed on his lap.
He cracked an eye open to see a glowering Burgundy. "Fancy meeting you here, cutie."
"You planned that," she accused.
"Kinda." He gave her a lopsided grin.
"Whatever, you jerk. I'm leaving." She made a move to get up.
"Nuh-uh," he said, trapping her within his arms. "Not so fast."
She struggled for a moment before sagging against his chest. "What do you want?" she grouched.
He shrugged one shoulder. "Nothing much, really. It's just a simple little thing."
"Well, what?" she asked, turning her head away.
He put a finger under her chin and turned her face back so that he could meet her eyes. "Well, cutie, it seems that you've fallen for me. Literally."
Her cheeks blazed, and she tried to squeak out a disagreement, but he moved his finger to her lips to silence her.
"So surely one little kiss isn't too much to ask?"
Her blush intensified, but didn't fight him when he lowered his mouth to hers. In fact, she even hooked her fingers around his collar to bring his head back down when he moved to pull away.