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A Night of the Courtesans, Quatre and Catherine

Catherine didn’t run fast at all. She wanted Quatre to catch her. She stifled a tiny giggle that burst from her rose colored lips. She loved the blond haired Arabian to distraction, just like he loved her, but he never pressed their physical relationship, which didn’t go further then light petting. It was more because she was his best friend’s sister and because he had being a perfect gentlemen completely ingrained in him. She stopped and listened. She could hear the light crunching sounds of the other women and the heavier more rasping steps of the men. She smiled when she thought of what she was going to do to Quatre to make him give in. She hiked up her skirt and started running a little faster. Her russet curls bounced as she ran. Promptly into Wufei. She almost let out a shriek.

"And what are you doing woman?" he asked her, scanning her from head to toe.

"Sorry," she replied breathlessly as she turned and ran away from him. She felt her heart thumping in her chest. She wanted Quatre to find her, but not that easily.

Quatre tilted his head listening to the sounds of the others running up and down the gravel paths. He hadn’t run into anyone at all, although he would catch glimpses of the others from time to time. He had seen the deep red of Sally’s skirt as she ran around a corner ahead of him and the blue of Hilde’s as she ducked down another path to hide from Duo. He had seen Heero and Duo, both racing past him when they thought they saw what they were looking for. He had yet to find Catherine. He had never seen her looking more beautiful then she did tonight. The dress she was wearing had set his heart into overdrive and he had felt the sudden urge to yank the dress off her once he found her.

Catherine peeked her head around a corner when she heard the sound of someone’s footsteps. She saw his platinum blond hair glisten brightly under the moonlight. She smiled softly and turned on her heel, going towards the spot she had chosen in the maze. She observed the setting she had created earlier that evening. Hers was a small rose covered arbor that she and the other ladies had pulled out a mattress and put it underneath. It was sprinkled generously with red, pink, and white rose petals on the pale yellow silk sheets and coverlet. She smiled again.

He had heard movement behind him, but when he turned around there was nothing there. He tilted his head to the side and made a move in that direction. Instinctively he knew it was her. He could catch a whiff of that jasmine perfume that she wore. A smile creased his lips as he made his way towards his objective.

She could hear someone coming in her direction. She felt her pulse race giddily, knowing it was Quatre. She slipped off her satin slippers and reclined on the bed, pulling up enough of her dress so that her silk encased calves showed. She saw him come into view and she gave him a sultry smile. "Good evening love," she said softly.

Quatre took in the picture before him. His Catherine, lying on a bed with a very inviting smile on her lips. He watched as she trailed her fingers back and forth on the sheets. He raised his eyes to hers. "Evening to you too love," he said as he approached her. He stopped at entrance to the arbor at the foot of the bed. The pale yellow dress enhanced her light bronze coloring and set off her vibrant russet hair. She looked enchanting. "And she’s all mine." He couldn’t help but grin at his thought though. It sounded like something Duo would say about Hilde. He knelt down on the edge and leaned towards her. "Do I get a kiss?" he asked.

Catherine let out a soft laugh as she saw the hungry look in his aquamarine eyes. She sat up and slid her arms around his neck before placing her lips against his. Her lips parted under his without any hesitation. She stroked his hair at his nape as his arms slid around her waist to hold her tight.

He never wanted to let her go. Her kisses always had a drugging effect on him. He slid one of his hands from her waist up to her breast, cupping the enticing fullness with his palm. He felt her intake of breath against his mouth as his thumb made lazy circles on her skin above the low neckline. His tongue massaged hers as he slowly began to lower her to the bed.

She could feel herself being lowered and with some gentle tugging, pulled her lips free of his. "Not yet darling," she said breathlessly as she placed her palms flat on his chest. She pushed him down onto the bed and straddled his waist. "I want to show you exactly what I want. And this time, there won’t be any stopping," she said as she leaned down and placed a teasing kiss on his lips before she started unlacing the front of her gown.

Quatre pursed his lips in frustration as he watched her, doing as she wished. His eyes were riveted on the smooth expanse of satiny flesh above the neckline of the chemise, pushed up by the corset. She was a temptress and right now, he was going to follow his impulses and make love to her. His fingers tapped on the sheets under him as he watched the gown open little by little, exposing the corset and the silk chemise underneath. He raised his eyes hers. He could see her violet eyes glowing and turning to a deep amethyst.

Catherine shimmied her shoulders, sending the dress around her waist. She slid back and stood, letting the dress to fall down around her ankles. She kept her eyes locked with his and undid the ties of the petticoats. They fell in a ruffled froth on top of the dress. She climbed back onto the bed, stretching out her body on top of his. She felt his hands slide over her hips to curve over her rear.

He lifted his head and met her moist lips with his. He squeezed the round flesh appreciatively as he stroked the roof of her mouth with his tongue. Little by little he began to gather up the silk between his fingers.

She could feel the silk being hiked up the back of her legs. She pulled her lips away from his again. She shook her head and wagged a manicured nail in front of his nose. "No, no Quatre darling, didn’t you ever hear that patience is a virtue."

"Yes, but not everyone has patience Cathy," Quatre said softly as he leaned up on his elbows, watching her. Just then they heard a long drawn out whine.

"Aww, Hilde stop teasing me."

She stifled a giggle with her hand. Apparently Hilde had Duo where she wanted him. She looked back down at the man under her. "Well I know you have it, so just wait a little. The best does come to those who wait," Catherine replied as she raked her nail lightly against his lips. She leaned up and slowly began undoing his shirt, exposing his muscled chest to her eyes and hands. She smoothed her hands over the warm and tanned ivory skin all the way down to his toned stomach. The chemise was bunched up, revealing her long legs up to mid thigh.

His hands rested on the satiny skin of her legs as she leaned forwards, giving him an unrestricted view of her cleavage made by the corset. And knowing that she wouldn’t expect it, quickly and efficiently pinned her underneath him. She looked up at him with some surprise but he kissed her before she could do anything. She seemed to melt once his tongue slid through her parted lips and his hands began their trek upward from her hips to her breasts. He covered them with his hands, feeling her sigh into his mouth as his fingers traced the outline of her nipples through the silk. They hardened instantly and he left her mouth, leaving a trail of hot kissed down the column of her throat until he reached her cleavage.

She was in a daze. He had never been like this before. Her nerve endings were singing as his lips touched her skin. And the feel of his fingers teasing her nipples was sending cords of heat flooding between her thighs. "Gotta love being a girl of a former Gundam pilot. Those hands of theirs are certainly an asset." She knew she had to take control again, but with his lips now dusting kisses on the tops of her breasts and the feel of his fingers, it was almost near impossible. "Quatre?" she whispered breathlessly.

"Hmmm?" Quatre asked, lost in the feel and taste of her skin against his mouth.

"Want to take the corset off?" Catherine asked as she felt the gentle brush of his tongue on the inside curves of her breasts.

He leaned back, pulling her with him. She gave him her back and he slowly began to undo the laces of the corset. He placed kisses on her shoulders, as each lace was undone. And as soon as it was loose, he slipped it over her head and tossed it out of the way. He shrugged out of his shirt and pulled her back against his chest. He nipped the back of her neck as his fingers began to slide the straps of the chemise down her arms.

She knew she should stop him, but what he was doing felt so good. The straps of the chemise were now down around her elbows and she felt him lift each arm, taking the straps off. She felt his hands now sliding up over her bared breasts, squeezing them lightly. And with a lot of effort she moved away. She looked over her shoulder at him. "Wait a little longer," she said teasingly as she turned and faced him. She heard and sigh of frustration, but his eyes traveled over her bared skin with searing intensity. She reached beside the bed for her knife. She smiled wickedly at him. "Those pants look a little tight, how bout I cut them off and make you feel better?" she asked as she looked down at the prominent bulge in his pants. She raised her eyes to his. His eyes had turned almost green from the passion flaming in them. She could tell he was intrigued by the idea. She gave him a slight push until he was lying on his back in the middle of the bed.

Quatre looked up at her as she leaned over him. Her lush breasts hanging just inches over his bare chest. The coral nipples beckoned him, but he wanted to see how well she could use a knife. And that feline smile of hers was a real turn on.

Catherine scooted down until she was sitting on his legs. She tapped the knife against her finger and with adroit handling had the sharp blade under the laces that held his pants together. And with a swift up thrust, spilt the laces in half without touching him. She tossed the knife up in the air, catching the tip with her fingers. "Now does that feel better?" she asked huskily as she tossed the knife behind her, embedding it into the wood of the arbor.

"Much, much better," he replied as he felt her body slide down and before he knew it his boots and his pants were off. He felt the tingling sensation of her nails raking up his legs until they encountered his erection. His eyes closed automatically as her hands went up and down very slowly. "Cathy," he breathed raggedly.

"Yes darling," she said as she slid up his body, her lips, inches from where her hands were. She licked her lips and with a deep breath, swept her tongue up and down the hard flesh. She heard him groan and with a satisfied smile on her lips, she took him within her mouth, sliding up and down slowly. She felt his hands twist in her hair as she went up and down.

Quatre was mindless from the sensations that her mouth was producing. He groaned as she sucked on the tip hard before she went back up again. She was driving him insane. He would admit that he had fantasized about her doing this, but this was much better then the fantasy as her hot mouth took him to heaven.

Catherine swirled her tongue over the tip again and then she found herself being yanked up to his lips. She saw the fire in his eyes.

"I want you. NOW," he said in a low voice as he roughly pulled the chemise over her head and tossed it away, leaving her in the silky thigh highs. He latched onto a nipple, sucking hard and hearing moans and whimpers begin to escape from her lips. His hands gripped her hips as she ground her wet heat against him, urging him to plunge inside her and hear her shriek of pleasure.

Knowing what he wanted was all she needed as she raised herself up and impaled herself on him, taking her virginity swiftly. She gave a soft whimper of pain and she felt him pull her down against his chest and kiss her softly.

He felt her pulsing around him. She was so tight he could hardly even breathe. Quatre looked up into her eyes. He had felt that arc of pain that had gone through her as her virginity broke. "I love you Cathy," he whispered against her lips.

Catherine smiled and with measured movements began to move her hips. She felt his hands loosen their grip on her waist as his hips began to move with hers. "I love you too," she whimpered as her eyes closed. The feel of him inside of her was incredible. She had dreamed of this moment for awhile and now it was reality. She leaned up a little, bracing her hands on his chest, steadying herself. She felt his hand slide down her stomach and down between her thighs, finding that little nubbin of flesh. A rush went through her. "OhmyGod," she slurred as she pushed down harder.

His eyes opened as his finger toyed with her slick flesh. Her nails were digging into his chest and he didn’t care. The walls of her body clenched down on him so tight. He wanted to explode, but he held back. He watched her face as some loose curls waved against her cheeks in the slight breeze. The expression on her face was indescribable.

She felt the burning within her become a raging inferno. He filled her so completely. The feeling was so intense, that something would have to give. And with a flick of his finger and him hitting that spot deep inside her, she shattered. Her eyes popped open as she cried out his name softly. "Oh Quatre," she gasped as her hands gave way and she fell against his chest.

Quatre felt a chill go through him when she said his name like that. He wrapped his arms about her slim waist and rolled her to her back. He felt her legs link loosely about his waist as he began to move inside of her, pushing himself deeper and deeper. The walls of her body milked him and with a shuddering breath against her lips, he exploded inside of her. "Cath," he groaned, holding her tightly against him. He heard her calling his name again as well as they both reached completion. A few minutes passed before he even had the strength to move. He leaned up on his elbows and looked down at her face. "Catherine," he whispered.

Catherine opened her eyes and looked up at him. He was smiling. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked.

"Yes, I did. The best part was watching your face. Even now, you’re glowing. You’ve never looked more beautiful then you do right now," he said as he traced her jaw with his finger.

She blushed a little. She reached up and swept back his sweaty bangs. "I’ve waited so long to be with you like this."

"I know. I was thinking the same thing too, subconsciously," Quatre admitted as he leaned his head against her hand. "It was that dress of yours."

"That was Relena’s idea," Catherine replied with a smile. "I’ve never seen a woman so damned and determined to get a man into bed. Except for me of course."

He chuckled. "I don’t even think Heero even had a chance. I don’t think any of us did," he said as he thought of Duo whining awhile back. Just then they heard a scream rent the air.

"DUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Catherine began laughing. "She sure knows how to make to much noise."

Quatre slid off of her and pulled her into his arms as he laughed as well. "Well, when you’re around Hilde and Duo, you have to expect a lot of…things."

"Her screaming is one of them," she chucked against his chest as he drew the silk sheet over them.

He pressed a kiss on her hair. He smiled again. "I love you Catherine. I’m glad I waited for the one I loved," he said tenderly.

Catherine looked up at him. She snuggled up against the man of her dreams. "I’m glad I waited too. I love you so very much Quatre. I wish this night never had to end."

"Who said it had to?" Quatre asked as he caught her lips in a passionate kiss, thanking the heavens above that he had found someone to love like her.

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoyed it! For Zechs and Noin fans, I will do a part for you, so stay tuned for more! XOXO!