Author: Liewe
Word Count: 671
Warning: None
Pairing: Trowa and Midii Une
Title: Promise?

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Will you turn that game off," Midii asked softly. Rubbing her
temples as she glared at her reclining comrade.

"Is it bothering you," was the sly reply, and she growled softly in
response.

"Yes, it is."

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Is that game so intellectually stimulating that you must play it
ceaselessly the entire way to the colony?"

She glared at him again, before ducking her head to examine the
mission brief again, her mind trying to think of a means to convince
her comrade to stop playing the insufferable game.

He didn't respond to her comment verbally, he only smiled at her
before bending over his phone again.

"If you don't stop that, I swear I won't talk to you for the rest of
the trip."

"No great loss."

She huffed indignantly at him, but held to her word, not uttering a
verbal response.

[Really?] His phone flashed, stopping his game, killing his chances
of achieving the high score.

"What is it Midii?"

She remained silent to his queries.

"Midii!"

[Care for a challenge?]

"What the hell do you mean by that? It's not funny. You ruined my
score!"

[Chicken?]

"You know they charge per message."

[Yes, I know that. It's on your account.]

"Midii! What the hell are you playing at?"

[It's nice to see you ruffled. Who would have thought you had a
temper.] She smirked at him as she sent the last message, her phone
held between her manicured fingers.

She watched him through her bangs as he glared at the tiny screen,
his emerald eyes darkening in the face of his fury. It was fun to
rile him up. It was fun to play with him especially when they were
the only two people stuck on a shuttle.

[Remember we are meant to be diplomats. Diplomats don't lose their
tempers.]

"Midii, just talk to me dammit."

[If I did that, then I wouldn't be holding true to my threat, where's
the fun in that?]

"I'm not going to play this game with you anymore. It's childish."

[And your behavior earlier wasn't?]

She snorted at his offended expression, and quickly turned to face
her control panel as he glared at her. He didn't scare her when he
got angry, merely amused her. It was fun to see him lose control.
But she had to admit; she was doing this for a different reason. How
could he play that game instead of paying attention to her dammit!

"Midii," he began softly, she shivered at the tenderness hidden in
the single word. She jumped when she felt his hands descend on her
shoulders. How had he snuck up on her? How could he move so
soundlessly?

"Will you forgive me if I kiss you?" He whispered against her hair
as he nuzzled the soft silken tresses.

She nodded in response, a hand moving to caress his unshaven cheek.

"Turn around then… I'm not the acrobat I once was," he murmured his
hands caressing her shoulders through the thick material of her
Preventer jacket.

His lips stroked hers as he kissed her, gently brushing his lips
against hers with each turn of his head, his fingers weaving through
the thick silk of her hair.

"Am I forgiven yet?" he whispered as he pulled away from her, her
glazed expression warming his heart. He chuckled as she shook her
head, pulling him towards her for a repeat performance.

A while later he pulled away from her lips, resting his head against
her chest as he held her in his lap.

"Now?"

"Hmmm…. if you promise not to play Snake on the return trip," she
demanded with a chuckle as he nipped her earlobe.

"It's a promise Ms. Une."

"Good, because we're twenty minutes from the colony and I need to
freshen up." She said with a wicked smile before jumping from his
lap and securing herself in the rear of the shuttle leaving him to
face the smiling face of the colony controller.

"G'day mate, have a good snog?"