Introducing my latest anime couple obsession: Allen x Lenalee! -fangirlspazz- I'm surprised it's taken me so long to get a oneshot up, especially considering how short (/crackish) this one is.

Imagine this set a few years into the future. Also, imagine Allen and Lenalee being controlled by their hormones. I prefer that to the alternative: "OMIGOSH THEY'RE SO OOC!!!!"


Allen wonders if he is losing his mind.

When did I become such a pervert? he thinks to himself. It happens every time; all that effort to suppress those dirty thoughts about Lenalee goes to waste the moment he lays eyes on her.

He doesn't have any idea what Lenalee has been saying. The truth is he has devoted all his attention to keeping his eyes on her face (Komui pretends to be signing papers, but Allen knows he's watching them out of the corner of his eye), and even though it's hard not to look down any further, he still finds himself too lost in her eyes to process the words coming out of her perfect lips. She might as well be speaking Chinese. (Hell, for all he knows, she may be.) Nonetheless, he knows that tone of voice, high and melodious and playful; she's telling a joke. He laughs.

"Allen-kun, I haven't gotten to the punch line yet," she says. He knows he can't just be imagining that mischievous glimmer in her eyes. His imagination isn't (usually) cruel enough to lead him on.

It takes him a minute to respond. "Uhh... s-sorry," Allen stammers, mentally kicking himself - half for his stupidity and half for his inability to control his hormones. Either one could get him in big trouble one day. He flushes.

"Allen-kun, are you okay?" Lenalee asks - always worried about others, always sweet and kind, always perfect - and his self-esteem drops about ten notches. What the hell am I thinking, I'm not worthy of her!

"Uh... y-yeah... I just... I - I mean..."

Lenalee leans a little closer. Drama queen, he thinks; she always makes a show of it and leaves me looking like an idiot! He won't remember to be angry with her, and she knows it; his mind shuts down completely as she places her hand on his forehead.

"What were you saying?" He doesn't know, and she doesn't care. His face is hot to the touch, but she knows better. It isn't any hotter than hers. "Ooh, Allen-kun, I think we'd better check on this. I've heard a couple of the others that went on your same mission may have come down with something."

Liar. But he doesn't complain.

Allen is glad Lenalee still has the wits to move. She always has been better at this than he was. Face still bright crimson, Allen relies completely on muscle memory and the warmth of Lenalee's hand to lead him out of Komui's sight. Allen wonders how many more excuses she can come up with before Komui gets suspicious.

She doesn't say a word as she opens the door closest to them - whose room was that again? they all look alike - and shoves him against the wall. Even then, the only words that escape her tight throat are "Welcome back, Allen," the missing suffix and her seductive tone of voice opening a floodgate of nearly tangible memories of touch, sound, sight, smell, taste from the times before. She crushes her lips against his and tears at his clothing and gives him the "welcome" he'd been needing ever since he left her side.

A/N: I'm not quite sure what this is. It was originally written pretty hastily, as I'm sure you can tell, but I ended up keeping it mostly the same because I kind of like the choppiness... although I'm sure there are plenty of you who don't.

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