@DEEP Fic(let)
Okay, so this one I really can't explain at all. I hadn't ever even considered the thought of Akira and Page before yesterday, when someone mentioned it in passing on the comm. I don't know what's wrong with me, but... Somehow I decided to see what would happen if I wrote something about them, and this is what came out. Also, I think this is the first time I've written about a girl in... a very long time. It's probably a good thing that she isn't a very girly girl. :P
So yes. Let's just call this an experiment. An exercise. ^_~
Title: First Kiss
Author: analine
Fandom: Akihabara@DEEP
Characters/Pairings: Akira/Page
Warnings: None, worksafe. No spoilers.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 832
Summary: I... don't know. Just a kiss, really. XD;;;
Akira really had no idea what she was thinking.
It was just something about the way he was sitting there, watching her as she laid punch after punch into the thick plastic, her damp hair clinging against her neck as thin lines of sweat made their way past the collar of her t-shirt, snaking along her back, and down her spine.
She'd never really considered whether or not she was attracted to him before - Page was just... well, Page. And it seemed like a silly, irrelevant thing for her to consider about any of them when it came down to it; her fellow @DEEP members were her friends, and entertaining the thought of anything beyond that just seemed unthinkable, especially when she considered how it would alter the dynamic of their group, how much it would effect each of them, probably not in a positive way.
So that was why, when she ripped off her boxing gloves and, without even waiting to catch her breath, crossed the distance between herself in the corner and Page at the table, ignoring his brief look of surprise at the sudden movement, and pressed her lips to his, she could really say with confidence that she didn't mean it like that. She didn't really mean it like anything, actually. It was just something that she wanted to do, suddenly - something that just happened, an impulsive gesture that could have been directed at anyone, really.
His lips were softer than she'd imagined them being though, and while she'd assumed that the actual time spent touching them would be brief, that she'd pull away almost immediately, or that he would, the initial contact actually seemed to last for a really, really long time. So long that she found herself counting the seconds, not sure if the pulse that she was measuring against was her rapid heartbeat, or his. It was long enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath against her cheek though, and long enough that somewhere in the back of her mind, the fact that she was standing here, leaning down with one palm flat against the table and the other resting on the back of the chair, her back practically drenched with sweat, with her lips pressed against Page's lips... Page's lips... Somewhere in the back of Akira's mind, all of these things had registered with pinpoint clarity.
And instead of pulling away immediately, instead of considering all of those things that she really thought she would consider before kissing someone, and that she was certainly sure she would consider before continuing to kiss someone, instead of thinking about any of those things, Akira found herself shifting her hand, and moving it from the back of the chair, her fingers brushing first against the cottony fabric of Page's scarf, and then against the soft, warm skin of his neck.
She felt him freeze under her fingers, though he didn't move to push her away. She pressed on briefly, carefully stretching out her hand against the base of his neck, the tips of her fingers brushing lightly against the soft hair there. She closed her eyes.
"Was that your first kiss?" she asked a moment later, grinning at him, not sure why she couldn't stop smiling, when she was sure that this was the part that should be horribly awkward.
Maybe it was the fact that everything about Page was horribly awkward though, all the time. This exchange, and the flustered look on his face didn't feel all that different from any other conversation they’d had, really.
"Y-y-yes." Page seemed to think for a second, and then shook his head. "I-I-I m-m-mean n-n-no, I-I-I..."
Akira raised her eyebrows at him. "No?"
"N-n-no. N-n-not r-r-really..."
Akira laughed. "Okay, if you say so."
"W-w-was i-i-it y-y-yours?"
She tilted her head at him. "Was it my.... what?"
"Y-y-you know, y-y-your..."
"Yes?"
"Y-y-your f-f-first..."
"Mmm?"
"K-k-k-k-k..."
"Kiss?"
Page's face turned about three shades darker. He nodded.
"Nope," she told him, winking. "It was probably one of my favorites though."
Akira ignored the wide-eyed look of surprise on Page's face. "First kisses are overrated, anyway."
Page looked at her blankly.
"The best kind are the ones you don't plan at all, you know? Like this one."
“W-w-why d-d-did y-y-you-”
“Why did I do that? I have no idea.” She paused. “Why did you let me?”
“I-I-I d-d-don’t-”
She waved her hand in the air quickly, and turned her back on him. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t really want to know.”
“O-O-Okay…”
And with that, she went back into the corner, slid the thick plastic gloves over her hands, and with all of the strength she could gather, her lips twisting up a little at the corners, her eyes bright, and her heart pounding in her chest, she drove a swift, clean, powerful, satisfying right hook into the punching bag, the impact of which she could feel from the tips of her fingers right down to her toes.
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So yes. Let's just call this an experiment. An exercise. ^_~
Title: First Kiss
Author: analine
Fandom: Akihabara@DEEP
Characters/Pairings: Akira/Page
Warnings: None, worksafe. No spoilers.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 832
Summary: I... don't know. Just a kiss, really. XD;;;
Akira really had no idea what she was thinking.
It was just something about the way he was sitting there, watching her as she laid punch after punch into the thick plastic, her damp hair clinging against her neck as thin lines of sweat made their way past the collar of her t-shirt, snaking along her back, and down her spine.
She'd never really considered whether or not she was attracted to him before - Page was just... well, Page. And it seemed like a silly, irrelevant thing for her to consider about any of them when it came down to it; her fellow @DEEP members were her friends, and entertaining the thought of anything beyond that just seemed unthinkable, especially when she considered how it would alter the dynamic of their group, how much it would effect each of them, probably not in a positive way.
So that was why, when she ripped off her boxing gloves and, without even waiting to catch her breath, crossed the distance between herself in the corner and Page at the table, ignoring his brief look of surprise at the sudden movement, and pressed her lips to his, she could really say with confidence that she didn't mean it like that. She didn't really mean it like anything, actually. It was just something that she wanted to do, suddenly - something that just happened, an impulsive gesture that could have been directed at anyone, really.
His lips were softer than she'd imagined them being though, and while she'd assumed that the actual time spent touching them would be brief, that she'd pull away almost immediately, or that he would, the initial contact actually seemed to last for a really, really long time. So long that she found herself counting the seconds, not sure if the pulse that she was measuring against was her rapid heartbeat, or his. It was long enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath against her cheek though, and long enough that somewhere in the back of her mind, the fact that she was standing here, leaning down with one palm flat against the table and the other resting on the back of the chair, her back practically drenched with sweat, with her lips pressed against Page's lips... Page's lips... Somewhere in the back of Akira's mind, all of these things had registered with pinpoint clarity.
And instead of pulling away immediately, instead of considering all of those things that she really thought she would consider before kissing someone, and that she was certainly sure she would consider before continuing to kiss someone, instead of thinking about any of those things, Akira found herself shifting her hand, and moving it from the back of the chair, her fingers brushing first against the cottony fabric of Page's scarf, and then against the soft, warm skin of his neck.
She felt him freeze under her fingers, though he didn't move to push her away. She pressed on briefly, carefully stretching out her hand against the base of his neck, the tips of her fingers brushing lightly against the soft hair there. She closed her eyes.
"Was that your first kiss?" she asked a moment later, grinning at him, not sure why she couldn't stop smiling, when she was sure that this was the part that should be horribly awkward.
Maybe it was the fact that everything about Page was horribly awkward though, all the time. This exchange, and the flustered look on his face didn't feel all that different from any other conversation they’d had, really.
"Y-y-yes." Page seemed to think for a second, and then shook his head. "I-I-I m-m-mean n-n-no, I-I-I..."
Akira raised her eyebrows at him. "No?"
"N-n-no. N-n-not r-r-really..."
Akira laughed. "Okay, if you say so."
"W-w-was i-i-it y-y-yours?"
She tilted her head at him. "Was it my.... what?"
"Y-y-you know, y-y-your..."
"Yes?"
"Y-y-your f-f-first..."
"Mmm?"
"K-k-k-k-k..."
"Kiss?"
Page's face turned about three shades darker. He nodded.
"Nope," she told him, winking. "It was probably one of my favorites though."
Akira ignored the wide-eyed look of surprise on Page's face. "First kisses are overrated, anyway."
Page looked at her blankly.
"The best kind are the ones you don't plan at all, you know? Like this one."
“W-w-why d-d-did y-y-you-”
“Why did I do that? I have no idea.” She paused. “Why did you let me?”
“I-I-I d-d-don’t-”
She waved her hand in the air quickly, and turned her back on him. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t really want to know.”
“O-O-Okay…”
And with that, she went back into the corner, slid the thick plastic gloves over her hands, and with all of the strength she could gather, her lips twisting up a little at the corners, her eyes bright, and her heart pounding in her chest, she drove a swift, clean, powerful, satisfying right hook into the punching bag, the impact of which she could feel from the tips of her fingers right down to her toes.
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