Admissions

A/N: I don't own Gunslinger Girl or Luke.

Claes was actually surprised. "You came."

"Do I have a choice?" Triela locked the door.

"I was worried."

"You? Worried? It's my room, too, you know." The blonde hurriedly undressed and changed into a cute white nightie that barely reached the halfway mark down her thighs. She felt Claes' eyes on her all this time. "My bunk, specifically, that we're going to despoil."

"Well, you did agree to it."

"You pushed me to it."

"And here we are both." Claes straightened the fold of her short dark blue skirt from where she sat on Triela's bunk. "Shall we?"

Triela sat. "I'm not sure about this, Claes," she began with a tint of worry.

"Don't worry. I'll take good care of you."

"What if someone walks in on us?"

"You locked the door."

"What if someone hears us?"

Claes pressed the Play button on her cassette player. Soothingly romantic jazz music filled their room.

"What if–"

"You're too tense, Triela. Relax."

"I'm sorry. What we're about to do… it's the first time… I'm nervous…"

"This from perhaps the second most forward girl here after Petrushka."

"Do you have to put it that way?"

"But it's so unlike you to act so demure."

"Are you implying I'm a tomboy or something?"

"Not at all. But I do think this phase of yours is endearing."

"Claes…"

"In fact, I think it makes you quite cute."

"Claes!"

The dark-haired girl did not relent. "If anyone saw you like this, they would really suspect you being up to something."

"Well, I can't help it." Triela shook her head from side to side, tossing her ribbon-adorned ponytails about her face. A motion Claes found rather hypnotic. "Hilshire's made me paranoid. He's like a vegetable garden full of potatoes and corn. He has eyes and ears everywhere."

"You keep thinking of him. No wonder you daydream about him so much."

"Hey! I can't help it! You know why, you pop talk therapist-wannabe…"

"Then why are you here with me instead of with him?"

"I don't know." She began playing with one of her ponytails. "Call me stupid."

"Or lonely?"

"Or in love."

Not for once, Claes got beat at her own game. Still, she smiled. "Maybe you're afraid."

Triela soft-tackled her to the cushy bed. "Want to play rough?" the blond challenged from her superior position. "I can do that, too."

"No, please, spare an innocent virgin…"

"Some innocent you are. And virgin? Hah! I bet Luke's had you already."

"He hasn't."

"What? I thought you were crazy about him!"

"Not the way or as much as I am about you."

Honestly stunned, Triela let Claes sit up again while still bestraddling her. A hand probed her waist. "No baby fat here," was the mischievous suggestion.

"You!" Triela prided herself on her physical fitness. In revenge she took a handful of blue-black hair and brought it to her face for scenting. "I'd always wanted to brush your hair…"

"I saved that for a special occasion."

"This occasion?"

"Is there any other you can think of?"

Triela had to chuckle. "And here I thought you were just selfish."

"And here I thought you had doubts about us."

"They were never really there. But I can pretend if you like me that." Triela immediately assumed a forlorn, pleading expression while still fingering that luxuriously black hair. "So, please ravish me…"

Smiling broadly, Claes proceeded to fulfill her love's plea.

END