Disclaimer: I don’t own them!

A Night of the Courtesans, Trowa and Middi

Middi moved quietly down the path, her skills as a former spy coming in handy. She lifted her dress above her ankles and stayed close to the hedge. She wasn't going to risk Trowa finding her before she wanted him to. She peeked around the hedge to the other side. “So good so far,” she said softly as she sprinted down the path. She skidded to an abrupt halt as she came to the end of the hedge. She took a few steps back and turned around, only to run into Heero. She covered her mouth so only a small shriek escaped.

“Leading Trowa on a merry chase?” Heero asked as he raised a brow at her.

She nodded her head in response before turning on her heel and going back the way she came. She stopped and took a deep breath. “Good going Middi, better hope that Trowa didn’t hear you,” she muttered at herself. She skimmed her hands over the silky fabric of her dress and began to walk quickly and quietly down the path.

Trowa wandered the path at a slow pace. He knew she would make it difficult to find her. She was very good at what she used to do. He heard the sounds of light quick footsteps before a soft female form collided with him. Black hair gleamed in the moonlight. It was Hilde. He saw her cover her mouth to keep herself from shrieking. “Having fun again Hilde?” he asked as he gave her one of his rare smiles.

Hilde nodded her head at him and took a few steps back.

He smiled at her again before understanding her silence. He ran off down the path. The night air rushed past his face as he made another turn. He heard the running of the others along the paths. He had seen his sister and the look that Quatre had given her. He didn’t like that look. Even though she was older then he was, he had that protective streak in him where she was concerned. And it included Middi as well. She made him feel things that he had never felt before. He knew in his heart that he loved her. He had just never told her. He knew that he would have to tell her and tonight seemed to be perfect for that. If he found her of course.

Middi checked on the place that she had chosen for Trowa’s seduction. She laughed softly to herself. She had told him that she loved him, but he hadn’t said anything in return. She knew that he cared about her a great deal and when she looked into his beautiful green eyes, she could see what he hadn’t been saying. She whistled softly into the night, waiting for her silent lover to appear.

Trowa tilted his head to one side. He heard a high-pitched whistle float through the air faintly. It wasn’t that far from him. He started to run again and went down the path that ended in a dead end. He stopped and looked around. There was a blanket lying on the grass, surrounded by scented candles and a bucket with champagne in it. He could feel her presence, but he couldn’t see her. “Middi,” he whispered.

She had cleverly concealed herself in a break of the hedge. She heard him calling her. Her pink lips curved up into a smile. He really did have a soothing voice when he chose to speak. She took several steps away from the hedge. “Trowa,” she whispered back.

He stilled when he heard the sound of her voice. Her voice had a lilting quality to it, a product of speaking different languages when she was a spy. He turned slowly to look at her. She was leaning against the hedge with an angelic smile on her lips. He smiled in return and walked towards her. He stopped a few feet in front of her and let his eyes travel over her. The blue-gray of her dress brought out the color of her eyes and the low neckline of the dress drew his eyes straight to her rounded breasts being pushed up. He took another step forwards and lifted her hand to his lips. “You look lovely Middi,” he said as he kissed her hand. He pulled her towards him and kissed her wrist and up her arm.

Middi flushed after his eyes traveled over her. She closed her eyes as his lips traveled up her arm, then the side of her neck. She smiled when she felt his breath on her lips. She opened her eyes and brushed aside his bangs to look into both his eyes. “Are you going to kiss me?” she asked softly.

Trowa gave her a slight smile and slipped his arms around her tiny waist. He brushed his lips against hers in the lightest caress, before tracing the outline of her lips with his tongue. He felt her hands creep up his chest as he gathered her more tightly against his taller frame. He slipped his tongue in her mouth, sweeping as much of it as he could. She was almost like an addiction. He was never satisfied with one taste.

She felt the pounding of his heart under her palms. His kiss was making her weak in the knees and she tried to keep in mind that she was the one seducing him and not the other way around. She reluctantly pulled herself away. He raised a brow at her. “You’ll get more of that later,” she whispered as she stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek. “But all I want you to do, is to lay down on the blanket.”

He did as he was told. He was curious of what she was up to. His hands were already itching to slowly remove every article of clothing from her reed thin body. The candlelight made her hair look like spun moonbeams and made her pale skin look even more translucent.

Middi tapped her nails against her lips as she regarded him thoughtfully. Dark clothes did a wonder for him and she always did like a man in uniform. Any uniform for that matter. The lights from the candles were dancing in his eyes. She turned her back to him and began unlacing the gown.

Trowa watched her with interest. He could feel his heart pounding out of control by just looking at her. “What are you doing?” he asked.

She glanced over her shoulder at him and gave him a sultry smile. “You’ll see,” she replied liltingly. The front of the dress was entirely unlaced. She continued to look at him as she slowly pulled the dress down to reveal her bared shoulders.

He continued to watch as she inched the dress down inch by inch. It was driving him crazy. And with that smile of hers, it was only making it harder for him to stay in this spot. His eyes watched as the dress finally reached her waist. He raised his eyes to hers. “Are you finished?” he asked.

Middi shook her head. “No, not yet,” she replied as she gave the dress a tiny tug, sending it around her ankles. She stepped out of it. The petticoats came next until they too were in a ruffled heap on the ground. She then kicked off the satin slippers. She stepped over the candles and looked down at him.

Trowa gazed up at her. He couldn’t believe how tiny her already small waist was. The corset pushed up her breasts, making his lips tingle with the thought of nibbling on the rounded flesh. He reached up to pull her down to him, but she stopped him. He took a deep breath to calm himself as his lips curved up in a silent question.

“Good things come to those who wait,” Middi said as she cupped his cheek with her palm. Her thumb made a pass over his lips. She slid her foot up his thigh. “Take these off will you?” she asked as she rested her foot on his leg. She hiked up the silk chemise to about mid-thigh.

A smirk crossed his lips as he slid his hands up her silky smooth leg. His fingers found the lacy elastic that held the material to her leg and with agonizing slowness began to pull it down. He began placing tiny kisses on her thigh. He began tracing patterns on her leg with his tongue, seeking out the sensitive spots on her leg.

She closed her eyes and tried not to let a giggle escape her lips as his tongue swirled about her knee. “Trowa, that tickles,” she gasped as she felt his teeth scrape lightly on her kneecap.

“That's the idea,” Trowa replied in a low voice as he slipped the stocking off her foot. He trailed his fingers behind her knee and stroked it lightly, knowing that she was ticklish behind her knees.

Middi felt her knees buckle. A giggle escaped her lips. “That’s not fair,” she protested as she giggled again.

A wicked grin worthy of Duo crossed his lips. He slid her foot of his lap and pulled her other silk encased leg up. He repeated the same process. He felt her knee wobble a little. “Who said I played fair?” he said.

She put her hands on his shoulders to keep herself from falling. Then she felt his lips nibbling on her knee and his arms wrap around the backs of her thighs. She closed his eyes as the ticklish sensation also sent trills of pleasure up her spine. “Trowa,” she sighed.

Trowa gave her a slight pull forwards. She ended up straddling his lap. “Now this is much better,” he said as he covered her lips with his.

Middi sighed into his mouth as he kissed her. Her hands crept up his chest, undoing his shirt until she pushed it off. Her hands trailed over his hot muscled flesh. She could feel his hands sliding higher up her now exposed thighs and under the silk chemise.

His hands glided up her thighs to find that she was wearing nothing under the chemise. He left her lips to trail kisses down the side of her neck, while his one hand slid down between her thighs. His fingers parted her moist flesh and slid inside her tight body.

She gasped as she felt his fingers moving inside of her. Her head fell back, allowing his lips to take more liberties with her exposed throat. “Trowa,” she whimpered as she clutched his shoulders. She knew she had to stop this before she would be completely lost. She weakly tugged at his wrist, removing it from between her thighs. She slid off his lap. “That comes later,” she said as she stood up again on wobbly legs.

Trowa frowned and looked up at her. “You’ve been taking lessons in manipulation from Hilde haven’t you?” he asked as he raked his hand through his hair.

Middi only smiled at him as she gave him her back. “Would you be a darling and unlace this?” she asked over her shoulder.

He took a deep breath and got up on his knees. His fingers swiftly undid the laces, but his fingers trailed down her sides to the back of her legs. “Would you be a darling and let me make love to you right now?” he asked huskily.

She turned her head to look at him. “No, not yet,” she said as she faced him. She pulled the corset down her legs. The straps of the pearl colored chemise hung around her elbows and her breasts threatened to fall out. She threw the corset on top of her dress outside the candles. She knelt down in front of him and pushed him back onto the blanket. ‘You see love, we’re doing this my way,” she said as she leaned over him. She pulled out the pins that held her hair up. It tumbled over her shoulders in a riot of smooth curls.

Trowa looked up at her. He could smell the scent of gardenias as her hair brushed past his face. He would have to admit that this was the most beautiful he had ever seen her. He reached up and tugged on a curl. “How long are you going to make me wait?” he asked as he twined the curl the curl around his finger.

Middi kissed his forehead. “I don’t know,” she replied impishly as she reached for the bottle of champagne. She sat back on her heels and uncorked the bottle. She poured it into a crystal goblet. Some of it spilled over her fingers. It made her skin tingle. She looked into his eyes and sucked her fingers clean.

A shot of desire coursed through him. He watched as she sucked one finger at a time.

She saw his eyes turn dark. She dipped her finger in the champagne and then slid her finger down the center of his chest. She put the goblet down and then trailed her lips down the center of his chest. She heard a groan escape his lips. She smiled as she sat up again. This time she offered him her champagne covered finger.

Trowa sucked her finger deep into his mouth. He could taste the sweetness of the champagne and the distinct taste of her skin. She tasted better then the champagne.

Middi reluctantly pulled her finger away from his mouth. She tried to ignore the chills that ran up her arm. She lowered her lashes, thinking about what she was going to do next. She slipped the straps of the chemise from her shoulders and let it settle around her waist, exposing her milky skin to the light of the moon and the warm glow of the candles.

All he could do was stare. His eyes wandered over her pale flesh, lingering on the shell pink nipples of her breasts. He looked back up to her face, but her lashes hid those blue gray eyes of hers from him.

She noted his reaction and smiled inwardly. She swirled her finger in the bubbly champagne and very deliberately smoothed it over her nipples. She did it again until the icy liquid was sliding down her skin.

Trowa’s mouth went instantly dry as he watched her. He could see her nipples harden from the contact. He felt her hands slide into his hair and draw it forward. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. His hands came up and grasped her waist. He repeated the process with the other one, and then slowly pushing her back until she was lying on the blanket did he lick the rest of the champagne from her silky skin. “And this is all mine.”

Middi let him have his way. Her nerve endings were singing with sensations as his tongue lapped up the last drops of the liquid from her skin. She shimmied her hips a little, coming into contact with his surging erection still confined within the black pants. She heard his intake of breath. Her hands reached down to undo his pants but his hands stopped hers. She looked up at him quizzically.

“Not yet, I have something else in mind for the champagne,” he murmured as his fingers slid down to her hips and pulled the silk chemise completely off her. He paused for a moment as he tossed the garment outside the ring of candles. Every inch of her was now exposed to him. He picked up the goblet and tipped it, so that some of the pale liquid spilled onto her stomach. He leaned down and covered her navel with his mouth, sipping the champagne from the shallow indent.

She was startled at the coldness of the champagne and the hotness from his mouth. She squirmed as his tongue swirled about, collecting the last drops of it. She felt a rush of heat between her thighs. “Oh God, Trowa,” she whispered.

Trowa grinned against her skin. “Not yet my pale beauty.” He leaned away from her and picked up the goblet again. He pushed her knees up and then poured the champagne in the cradle of her thighs, over the silky curls of her mound.

Middi gasped as the champagne bubbled and fizzed against her skin. She hadn’t been expecting that.

Pleased with her reaction, he bent his head and began sipping from bubbling liquid that had collected there. He could hear her beginning to whimper a little. He soon finished and then with his hands, parted her thighs. Champagne that he had missed trickled down and he slowly lowered his mouth and began to gently suck on her moist heated flesh.

“Oh my God!” she gasped out. The cold champagne was a jolt as was the warmth of his mouth. Her knees pressed against the sides of his head as he continued to drive her crazy. Her head tossed on the blanket as his tongue slowly slid inside of her.

Trowa went in and out at a slow pace. He felt her toes digging into his back. He sensed that she was close to the edge. She tasted better then the champagne. He batted the nub with his tongue and with every intent on making her explode, sucked it hard between his lips.

“Troooooooooowa!” Middi cried out softly as she went up in flames.

He licked his lips, sweeping up the last remnants of her sweet taste. He sat back on his heels, grinning from ear to ear. And then he tilted his head as a woman yelled out her lover’s name.

“DUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Middi’s body was still shaking with sensations, but she couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped her lips.

Trowa chuckled softly as well and glanced down at his lover. “Middi,” he said tenderly as he leaned down and kissed her lips softly.

She held him tight for a moment as he kissed her. She then expertly flipped him over to his back. She gave him an impish smile. “Remember this is my night,” she said as she wagged her finger in front of his nose. “I know you want to be inside me right now, I can feel it,” she said as she teasingly rubbed against the bulge in his pants. She was rewarded with a sharp growl of frustration from him. Her tiny fingers went to work on his pants until he was completely exposed to her eyes. “Eager aren’t we?” she asked as she arched a brow at him at the same time a flirty little smile crossed her lips.

He narrowed his eyes on her. Desire was thundering through his veins and he wanted to bury himself inside her tight sheath that gloved him so rightly. He felt her sliding down his body and then her lips closing over him. “Oh God,” he groaned.

Middi went up and down, teasing him with her tongue and lips. She sucked hard on the tip and felt his hands twist tight in her hair. And with deliberateness she slid him completely inside her mouth before sliding off him completely. She could hear him groaning. And wanting to feel him filling her, she impaled herself on him. “Oh yes,” she whimpered as she braced her hands on his chest.

Trowa couldn’t even think straight, first the suction of her lips and her teasing tongue, now her riding him. He gripped her hips in his hands, holding her tight.

She drove herself onto him; she wanted to feel every inch of him. She could see fireworks each time for he was hitting that spot within her. Her head fell back, her hair spilling down over her shoulders. “Oh God yes,” she whimpered again. Her climax hit her with the force of a freight train, making her almost yell into the night. Her fingers dug into his chest and she let out a low scream instead. “Trooooooooooowa!”

With her body pulsating around him, he rolled her to her back. Slamming into her, taking her screams into his mouth as he exploded inside of her in an instant. He almost fell on top of her, but his elbows caught him. He breathed her name against her skin, lightly kissing the delicate flesh beneath her ear. “Middi,” he whispered again. He leaned up and watched as her eyes opened languidly.

“Hmmmm,” Middi said dazedly. Tremors were still flowing through her body.

“I want to tell you something,” he said as he brushed some hair away from her face.

“What is it?” she asked softly as she reached up and pushed back his hair so she could see both his emerald eyes looking into hers.

“I love you,” he replied simply.

“Oh Trowa, I love you too,” Middi said as she felt tears gather in her eyes. She pulled him down to her and hugged him tight. “I’ve waited for you to say that for so long.”

“I know. I know I don’t usually tell anyone what I’m feeling, but the feelings I have for you are too strong to contain. I just can’t help loving you,” Trowa said as he touched her lips to his. He wrapped the blanket around them.

“And I can’t help loving you either,” Middi replied as she lay her head against his heart. She closed her eyes and smiled. Ten years had passed since she had first fallen in love with him and now he said he loved her. It was more then she could have ever hoped for.

Trowa listened to her breathing. It was a comforting sound. He hugged her tight against him. He knew her love was genuine. He had always known it. And he felt better for saying he loved her. Love was something that he had waited for. And for once Duo was right. The greatest love in the world only comes once in a lifetime. And Middi was his.

Author’s Note: Finally finished this part! Stay tuned for Quatre and Catherine next!