Pokéfic Numero Dos; New Heights.
Title: New Heights
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Characters: Black and White.
Word Count: 245.
Summary: Black has an aversion to popular funfair rides. White tries to fix that.
Just a random drabble with more BlackxWhite. x) Took me about 15 minutes to write, edited in 5 minutes, and there you have it!
“…I’m not getting on that thing,” he says. His hands clutch the slippery metal rail as if his life depends on it.
She rolls her eyes. “Black, you haven’t lived until you’ve ridden Isshu’s famous rollercoaster! We’re already in line, and-
He cuts her off mid-sentence. His hazel eyes meet her blue gaze, and he chews anxiously on his bottom lip. “Well, I… Uh…” His voice is quiet, and she has to strain to hear it above the sounds of those milling around in the line.
“You what?” she asks, tilting her head to one side. Her dark locks flop onto Tsutaja’s head and he growls in protest from his perch on her shoulder.
“I’m afraid of heights, okay?” he bursts out. She blinks, and his face flushes red.
She stifles a giggle and coils her fingers with his. “I promise, it’s not that bad,” she assures him, flashing a winning smile.
He looks unconvinced.
She sighs and pouts slightly, sticking out her bottom lip in a way she knows he can’t resist. “Look, if I hold your hand the entire ride, will it make you feel any better?” she asks. Her voice is a whisper and she looks at him through the curtains of her dark eyelashes.
His face flushes a deeper shade. “…Y-yes,” he stammers.
She grins. “Good,” she says, and pecks him on the cheek.
And here she thought she would be the one safe in his arms on the rollercoaster.
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Characters: Black and White.
Word Count: 245.
Summary: Black has an aversion to popular funfair rides. White tries to fix that.
Just a random drabble with more BlackxWhite. x) Took me about 15 minutes to write, edited in 5 minutes, and there you have it!
“…I’m not getting on that thing,” he says. His hands clutch the slippery metal rail as if his life depends on it.
She rolls her eyes. “Black, you haven’t lived until you’ve ridden Isshu’s famous rollercoaster! We’re already in line, and-
He cuts her off mid-sentence. His hazel eyes meet her blue gaze, and he chews anxiously on his bottom lip. “Well, I… Uh…” His voice is quiet, and she has to strain to hear it above the sounds of those milling around in the line.
“You what?” she asks, tilting her head to one side. Her dark locks flop onto Tsutaja’s head and he growls in protest from his perch on her shoulder.
“I’m afraid of heights, okay?” he bursts out. She blinks, and his face flushes red.
She stifles a giggle and coils her fingers with his. “I promise, it’s not that bad,” she assures him, flashing a winning smile.
He looks unconvinced.
She sighs and pouts slightly, sticking out her bottom lip in a way she knows he can’t resist. “Look, if I hold your hand the entire ride, will it make you feel any better?” she asks. Her voice is a whisper and she looks at him through the curtains of her dark eyelashes.
His face flushes a deeper shade. “…Y-yes,” he stammers.
She grins. “Good,” she says, and pecks him on the cheek.
And here she thought she would be the one safe in his arms on the rollercoaster.