Fanfic: Tennis and Kissing [Momo/An] Title: Tennis and Kissing Author/Artist:kalamity_kat Fandom: Prince of Tennis Pairing: Momoshiro Takeshi/An Tachibana Rating: PG Disclaimer: I do not own the Prince of Tennis characters, Konomi-sensei does. I am not making any profit from this--please don't sue. Warnings: Can you say sap? And het. OOCness, though I hope not much. u_u
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Tennis and Kissing
Momo likes cute girls, but he thinks he likes An best of them all. Sure, he knows prettier girls than her but An is the only girl he knows that actually likes tennis--and not just for the sake of cute boys playing it, but because she genuinely loves the game.
She also plays tennis, and if there’s anything that Momo likes more than girls and eating, that’s tennis. That is why aside from the other Seigaku team members he enjoys spending time with An the most.
The fact that she is cute and funny is just a side benefit—-and he tells that to anyone who asks, too. He gets angry when Kaidoh randomly comments: "Whatever helps you sleep at night." when he overhears him talking about it to Ryoma and Eiji, and initiates a fight with the viper which ends with Tezuka-buchou giving both of them twenty laps to run.
Still, Momo tries not to think about too much about what Kaidoh had said, because what does that stupid viper know, anyway? Not like Kaidoh has any girls that spend time with him because they want to.
And definitely not any as cute as An.
Momo doesn’t even notice the fact that he ends up going to the street tennis courts more and more frequently after practice, and that An shows up more and more often, too.
They don’t make arrangements about meeting there, but it happens anyway.
Momo always plays tennis, while An sometimes just watches and otherwise plays with or against him (depends on who they team up with, really). Momo likes to have An watch him when he plays: it makes him play harder and better, and maybe his style of playing on those occasions is flashier and he behaves cockier than usual but if An notices, she doesn’t comment--she comments on his play, instead, and she doesn’t hold back with her criticism.
"Tachibana’s little sister, are you coming tomorrow?" he asks every night when he’s putting away his racket, a towel on his shoulders, practically dripping with sweat and grinning at her as she watches him, sometimes just amused from having watched him play all day, and other times just as tired as he is because she spent the day playing as well.
"Who knows," she says and smiles teasingly, every time. As an afterthought, she adds: "And don’t call me Tachibana’s little sister."
He laughs and they part ways, him waving at her as he gets his bike, and she heading in the opposite direction, waving at him as well.
Only when Kamio comes with her is that routine ever broken. Kamio is jealous and possessive and his anger directs at Momo every time, so Momo doesn’t look forward to him coming as well. Momo thinks Kamio’s an idiot because instead of trying to chase away any boys that like An, Kamio should just tell An how he feels about her and see what happens next.
But Momo doesn’t bother to offer that piece of advice to Kamio because that would mean Kamio would show up at the street tennis courts every time An did, or worse: An would stop coming altogether and Momo doesn’t want that.
An doesn’t seem to be bothered by Kamio’s possessiveness and over-protectiveness, though. Instead, she encourages it, and sends a look that Momo can only identify as amused, gloating and flirty into Momo’s direction whenever Kamio has one of his temper tantrums--that look makes Momo’s stomach flutter and he wants to grab An by the arm and drag her off and kiss her until she’s breathless and speechless.
But he never does—Kamio would kill him before he would manage to even touch An.
Momo collapsed on the green patch of grass, panting heavily. He was grinning despite the exhaustion, though, because feeling his body ache from a good day’s work-out is the best feeling in the world to him.
He more felt than saw An crash on the ground next to him, and if he had any strength to spare and would have looked he would have seen her lying on the ground in the same spread-eagle position he was, panting for breath.
"Damn, you’ve gotten better, Tachibana’s little sister," he said in admiration, between pants, opened his eyes to look at the sky, orange-red from the sunset--and not being able to keep the grin off of his face.
"Maybe you’ve just gotten weaker," An teased and he chuckled, finally looking at her.
She was smiling at him, and yet her eyes held the same teasing glint in them they usually did when Kamio was around. Momo’s stomach did that weird flip-flopping, clenching thing and he slowly rolled over to her, leaning over her. He hovered there, a little uncertain about what to do next, half-anticipating her to push him away or wiggle from under him.
But she just smiled wider, unmoving, and waited for his next move--her eyes glinted with open invitation, though, and he grinned and closed the distance between them slowly, closing his lips over hers.
It felt weird—slightly gross and very... wet, but at the same time something started to stir in the pit of his stomach (it was that damn fluttery feeling again--he just couldn’t seem to get rid off it lately).
He definitely did not not like this kissing business.
He moved away uncertainly and looked at her, expectantly. She was still smiling and he found himself grinning back. And said the first thing that popped into his head. "How was it?"
An giggled and shoved him playfully. "Momoshiro, you’re such an idiot." Then, after a pause, she said with a slight blush: "I think we should practice some more."
Nothing was supposed to change after that--that was what they decided on that day. They haven’t actually talked about it, technically, but it was pretty much clear to both of them that they wouldn’t be talking about this to anyone, and that things weren’t supposed to change between them.
Still, after that, it seemed natural to them to come to the street tennis court every day and play tennis (and it was also an unspoken understanding that they would end up kissing on the far side of the courts after everyone left). They both went out of their ways to try and act as normal as they could whenever anyone else was around--and failed at it spectacularly.
Even the most unobservant person could notice there was something going on between them. After all, they were constantly trying to catch each other’s eyes, shared secretive smiles and then quickly looked away. It was even worse seeing them play--Momo would constantly get distracted and if An actually played, it was even worse.
He still won, of course, but it was always a close call.
However, he lost whenever An played as one of his opponents--she quite blatantly flirted with him and Momo always got so distracted it became really easy for their opponents to score.
After about a week of this, Izumi from the Gyoukurin pair rolled his eyes at them as they were once again playing doubles and Momo and An were yet again pretending nothing was going on.
"Get a room already," he yelled in frustration when both Momo and An yet again failed to return the ball and were playfully bantering on the other side of the court--Momo playing with An’s hair and she touching his arm, both grinning like idiots.
"Yeah. We can’t play like this," Fukawa agreed, heading for his bag and putting away his racket. His partner followed his example and they both shouldered their bags.
"Hey, you can’t just walk out from a match!" Momo objected, surprised, jumping over the net and coming closer.
"Sure we can. We came here to play tennis, not look at you two flirt with each other," Izumi snorted.
"Not that it isn’t cute," Fukawa added. "It’s so cute it makes me sick."
Momo choked, then immediately turned defensive: "What the hell are you two talking about?!" But the sudden blush was giving him away and the Gyoukurin pair laughed at him.
"Yeah, you’re cute together. Just stop sneaking around. Everyone knows anyway!" Izumi waved over his shoulder as he and his partner headed off.
"Shut up, you two! You have no idea what you’re talking about! Try telling me that on a tennis court, you-," Momo was yelling after them, but was cut off when An placed her hand on his arm.
He stilled immediately.
"An-chan...?" he asked, curiously.
"I think they’re right," An said with a slight blush. "The more we try to hide it, the more obvious we are about it."
Momo pouted and kicked a rock, not looking at her, trying to hide his blush. "I guess you’re right," he admitted, reluctantly. "What should we do about it?"
"What we should have done a long time ago," An said with a pleasant smile and this time he looked at her, surprised.
"What’s that?"
"Go on a date."
That evening, they leave the street tennis courts together--and when Momo tentatively reaches out for An's hand, she slips hers into his, intertwining their fingers, and smiles at him.
Owari
Admittedly, it was supposed to be the kiss scene from the fic, but it turned out much kinkier than planned. >_>;
Anyway, yes, as you'll soon discover, I love An, so much that I will pair her up just with any Tenipuri boy. ♥