Who: Abigail and Motoko. What: Accidental cafe meetings. When: Friday afternoon. Where: A cafe. Rating: PG-13. Status: Complete!
Motoko was out, again, on her way to investigate a lead in her investigation. This was going to be a long day, so she stopped into a shop for coffee and some kind of pastry to fuel her. It didn’t take long to order. She was looking at her phone as she headed for the exit.
Abigail had been doing her homework in the corner of the coffee shop when someone gently bumped the table. Her tea spilled a little, but it wasn’t a big deal. She couldn’t help but make a small eeping noise, though; she’d just been startled.
“Gomen'nasai.... I’m sorry.” Motoko ducked her head, and gave the girl a smile. “I was distracted. I can buy you some more tea.”
“Oh, it’s fine, no harm done.” Abigail smiled, dabbing at the spill with her napkins. “Don’t worry about it, really.”
“Are you sure? It really is my fault, and any loss of tea is a shame.” She glanced out the window, then back at Abigail, deciding what she had to do could wait a little bit.
“Oh, it’s fine, really. Only if you want to.” Abigail put her books away and offered her hand to the girl. “Hi, I’m Abigail.”
“I’m Motoko,” the Interpol agent replied. She took Abigail’s hand. “Do you prefer Abigail, or Abby?”
“Abigail, please. I’ve never been an Abby.” The younger woman smiled, lifting her mostly full mug to her lips and sipping.
She smiled at her. “That sounds fair. What class are you taking?” Her natural inquisitiveness was taking over. the major likes answers
“I’m still in high school, it’s just anatomy.” Abigail blushed, feeling a little sheepish. People didn’t usually think she was older.
“Do you enjoy it?” Motoko didn’t judge by appearances, but it was hard to guess the age with some people.
“High school? Generally, yes.” Abigail smiled, curling her legs under her body. “It’s easy.”
“What do you plan to be, when you’re ready to work?”
“It’ll be a while, I’ll have to get through med school and my psych residency.” Abigail smiled. “Psychiatrist.”
She tilted her head, eyeing the girl thoughtfully. “Ever consider criminal psychology?”
“Forensic psychiatry is the first thing I want to do, actually.” Abigail smiled. “It’s the most interesting, really.”
“I work for Interpol. We could use some people with that sort of skill set.” The Japanese woman was known for poaching talent.
Abigail blinked. “Wow, that’s awesome, actually. I’m a little young for you to be recruiting though, right? I’m ten years out.”
"It never hurts to make contacts." She assured her. "And I can always answer questions within reason."
“That’s true. Who knows, maybe you’ll still like me in ten years.” Abigail laughed, sipping tea. “What do you do with Interpol?”
“Investigations, mostly. Organized crime and the like. Tracking down gangsters. It’s not as romantic as it sounds.” She winked at her.
“It doesn’t sound romantic at all, it sounds dangerous and scary.” Abigail’s eyes lit up anyway.
Motoko’s smile widened slightly. “Do you like dangerous and scary? I’ve always found it sexy, myself.”
That just made Abigail blush hard. “I don’t ... know. It’s interesting, but I don’t know if I’d like it in the practical sense.”
“Last thing I’d want is to take you into real danger, but perhaps fake danger, if you’re up to it sometime.” Motoko raised an eyebrow at her.
“What’s fake danger entail?” Abigail could feel herself get goosebumps. She really hoped this woman didn’t notice.
Motoko didn’t notice, but she did give her a smile. “Exciting things. I suppose roller coasters would count, or paintball. Or a really scary movie. Perhaps I could take you on a mock stakeout.”
“Oh, roller coasters just prey on the adrenaline response. Paintball is fun, though. And movies aren’t scary.” The mock stakeout idea did appeal to Abigail, though.
She couldn’t help but smile wider. “I’d have to find something scarier then. Or a little bit of real danger to spice it up.” Which was horribly unprofessional but Motoko craved action.
Abigail was roughly the same red as her book bag, and she bit her lower lip. “Um, thanks?” She didn’t know why she was blushing, just that her skin was warm.
“Only if you’re interested, of course. I’d never push someone into something they don’t want to do.” She found her own skin warming slightly, and sipped at her coffee.
“Of course I’m interested. It sounds fun.” She hoped her father wouldn’t find out. Well. Not too worried about that - he’d probably just reprimand her.
“There’s a man I need to investigate. I don’t think he’s related to my case, but I want to rule him out, for a friend. You could join me? It shouldn’t be too dangerous.”
“Are you sure I won’t interfere with the investigation?” Blue eyes went even wider.
Motoko studied her, steadily. “If I thought you would, I wouldn’t invite you along.”
“You could have problems with impulse control.”
“Have you read my file?” Motoko asked jokingly, raising her eyebrow again.
“Nope, but to be fair, you did just invite a teenage girl on a stakeout,” Abigail grinned.
“Have I? I thought I was inviting a potential psychology student on an experience building exercise,” Motoko replied, good naturedly. “It’s not like I’m going to make out with you.”
Abigail had been drinking tea. Had been. It instead flew across the table as she spittook.
“Unless you were hoping for that.” Motoko’s tone was unchanged, amused and a little teasing.
Cue a coughing fit. “I - what?”
“Making out? Kissing? The English call it snogging?” Snogging was a really funny word. “A pretty girl like you has to be experienced with that.”
Abigail shook her head, still coughing. “No?”
“No you weren’t hoping for that?” Motoko sounded almost disappointed.
“You want to kiss me?” Abigail blinked. The woman was old enough to be her mother.
Motoko would object to that! She wasn’t even thirty yet. “I like girls, I have no problem kissing them.”
“Oh. I don’t know if I like girls. I mean, I like boys, but - I don’t know, it’s not something I’d ever thought about for a long time, I’m kind of a late bloomer - “ She was babbling.
“There’s only one way to find out,” Motoko replied, enjoying the way the girl was completely flustered.
“Reflection?” Abigail bit her lower lip.
Motoko laughed, and shook her head. “Kiss a girl. Does it sound like I’m volunteerin?”
“A bit, yeah.” Abigail grinned, ducking her head and sighing.
Motoko sighed. “I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable, Abigail.”
“It’s okay.” Abigail laughed. “I just don’t know if anyone’s ever flirted with me before.”
“First time for everything.” The Japanese woman wanted to talk more. Abigail was adorable and she was enjoying the light flirting. It was probably testament to how long she’d gone without a bed partner, though.
“You ... were flirting, right?” Abigail laughed a little to herself.
“Yes,” Motoko said, without hesitation. She broke into a grin.
“Do you want to kiss me?” Abigail had figured that having her first kiss with a girl might not be a terribly bad thing; she’d respect her boundaries, for one - her being Interpol said a lot for her integrity.
“I would be lying if I said the thought hasn’t occurred to me.” Motoko knew she shouldn’t let this get much further, but she couldn’t help herself.
“Okay. Do it.” Abigail closed her eyes.
She raised an eyebrow, then shrugged a shoulder. Motoko leaned down, stroking Abigail’s cheek as she kissed her, soft at first, with growing firmness.
Oh. Abigail had never kissed before, and she sort of understood the hype. Leaning closer, Abigail sighed contentedly and she reached up to run her fingers lightly over Makoto’s cheek. Huh.
Motoko was quite happy that Abigail hadn't recoiled, or otherwise acted negatively. She really seemed to be enjoying it, and the cop couldn't help but make a soft sound of her own. She started to draw Abigail into a deeper kiss when the girl touched her cheek.
“I should stop,” Abigail murmured, leaning back a little. “I don’t - “ She didn’t really know what she was doing.
Her lips moved against Abigails, but she did stop, “Do you want to stop?”
“Should we?” Abigail blinked.
Motoko sat down next to Abigail to get more comfortable. This was an interesting development and not one she’d intended when she’d gotten up this morning. “If you want to, yes. I don’t want you to feel forced.”
She bit her lip and thought. “I don’t ... yeah, that was nice. Thank you.” Abigail thought about how she might like to do that again, but she’d want to do it with someone she’d known for more than two minutes.
“You’re welcome.” She gave Abigail a reassuring smile. “Something to brag about later, perhaps?”
“I’m not the bragging sort.” Abigail wasn’t; she was humble to a fault. “But I’m glad we’re friends?”
“Me too.” She put an arm around her and squeezed. “I’m glad too.”