Since there's no way we can escape it, here's the legal stuff :
I don't own Gundam Wing and its characters, they belongs to people who make less spelling mistakes than me... This fic (for those who don't know what NC17 means...) is a lemon, which means it contains graphic sex. So if you're under 18, or offended by that, I highly recommend you don't read it. (Anyway, I know you can read despite the warning, but don't cry if you're caught reading this by your mommy!)

Recipe II : You too??
 
 

            The new persons arriving caused the chatting to increase, which made Quatre feel considerably lighter, since Duo wasn't talking about Hilde anymore but teasing Trowa about his girlfriend, who'd be late, it seemed, and would be arriving the following day.
The mood seemed to be better now that they were all reunited ; the constant arguing of Wufei and his stubborn 'woman', added with Catherine's cheerfulness helped him to avoid Heero's 'suspicious glares' and Duo's questions about why he was being treated like a sheer god...

The dinner went rather... smoothly, considering the inner tensions which were just waiting to burst out. Quatre couldn't help but find it interminable, though.

Since the whole Hilde-is-great-in-a-kitchen incident, he was utterly convinced that Heero knew. He knew and he would be his downfall, that thought kept creeping in his mind and the worst of all was that he didn't even know why he had decided that heero was the threat. Why not Duo?
Common sense told him that nobody could know, and that he had made very sure that Duo would spend the best weekend of his whole life, to avoid any embarassing question. The most cynical part of his mind chuckled cruelly at the realisation that, despite his useless worrying, everything had been working rather smoothly and a few plates of food seemed to suffice to keep Duo absolutly clueless...

Hilde, on the contrary, didn't seem to bother at all, and her features held an expression of genuine calm and happiness. Anybody could have thought that either she didn't care and had already forgotten, or it hadn't happened at all. Quatre, however, knew that it had happened, and moreover that she did care, since she had been fondling his legs with her foot rather insistently for the last twenty minutes...
When her foot went higher than any normal human or Gundam pilot could bear, he abruptly sat up, trying - and failing- to sound natural. He shot a reproaching glare at Hilde, but his current state of arousal made it sound more like the promise of a savoury revenge as soon as they'll manage be alone.

"I... I leave you for a moment, but I'll be back with the cake!" He stuttered, smiling ackwardly.

Here again, Duo, his mouth full of cheese and bread, and very busy showing Catherine how long his braid was, failed to notice the burning silent exchange. Trowa, however, didn't... And he knew the blonde pilot too well to consider that sort of dirty look 'usual' for him. Though he wasn't sure he was the more qualified to lecture his friend about this, he decided to have a talk with him as soon as the dinner would end.

A few minutes later, as he had promised, Quatre entered the living room accompanied by Rasheed, who was carrying a lustrous chocolate cake. Duo's eyes lit up at the sight of the chocolate covered delight awaiting for him to devour it.
They finished the dessert without any serious trouble and, at least, the only thing that tortured Quatre as he was trying to concentrate on the cake, were his guilty thoughts and not a painful hard on.
When everybody was done with their coffe, they all agreed that they neede some sleep and leave the vast dining room.

As all the guests were being lead to their room, she followed him in the long corridor and just whispered in his ear before vanishing.

"In the library?"

"... Of course."

The huge library was empty and plunged in an almost religious silence, except for the sound of light footsteps... The heavy door creaked slightly despite all their efforts to close it as silently as possible. They didn't dare to turn any light on, considering the lack of officiality of the rendez-vous. So they just opt for whispering in the dark, like spies, or more like culprits...

They both knew it was totally foolish to meet like this, when they were plenty of people who could accidently or intently hear or see them, but they had implicitly agreed that waiting for an occasion to be left alone together wouldn't be enough. However, and despite their boldness, they were still well aware of the situation and the fact that, sooner or later, it could lead to painful an sordid explanations...

He walked stealthily to the big armchair he could barely see, in the penumbra and attempt to sat on it, but he was stopped by her small shriek.

"Aaaaww! You crushed my foot!"

"Sorry..."

He couldn't actually see it, but he knew she had that cute little frown he had sometimes seen on her face. She was whimpering, half from pain, half to capture his attention. Whatever the reason, it worked.

She was squirming in the dark, trying to spot the armchair and sit. "It hurts soooo much!"

He couldn't help but smile. The rendez-vous was certainly a bold idea, but it could also turn to be a -very- good one. He cocked his head to look at her figure, the only thing he could guess in the ambiant darkness, and a predatory grin slowly spread on his features.

"... Mmmm, it seems painful..." He whispered, guiding her towards the armchair.

"Let me see... Maybe I could ease it..." He sat her carefully in the comfortable cushions and knelt between her legs.

"What are you..." she tried to protest, but, as he started to remove her shoes and her socks, she understood that it was too late. If control was a game... Then she had lost.

He started to massage the 'hurt' foot slowly and deftly, kneeding the tense muscles in her sole and her toes. She relaxed totally in the vast armchair, and was theatening to doze into sleep at any moment by the combined effect of the soft cushion, the darkness and his tender ministrations.
Seeing this, and since sleep didn't figure on his 'midnight plans' list, he replaced the soothing massage by a far more 'awakening' activity. He began to unmercifully tickle her feet, drawing at first giggles then a frantic squirming, in order to escape his hands.
Having her right where he wanted her, he pulled sharply on her legs and she fell on the floor with an audible 'Thud'. The giggles stopped and she looked at him, pouting.

"Hey... what was that for?" She groaned.

"Well... I prefer it like that."

"Prefer w..." Before she could finish her sentence, he was on top of her, his lips brushing hers teasingly. Though she was highly distracted by the feel of something rather... firm... between her legs, she managed to collect herself enough to wonder how he could be so fast even in the dark. For a minute, she imagined him as some strange creature of darkness, a vampire or so... She laughed softly to herself picturing him with little fangs and a black cape. Eventually, she snapped back abruptly to reality at the feel of his hands wandering under her shirt and pulling it over her head before tossing it on the armchair. She smiled evilly at the thought that the rest of her clothes would soon join the shirt...

He looked down at her with a slight smug smile and, deciding that time wasn't -and would probably never be- on their side, unclasp her bra without any hesitation. He lowered his mouth to one of the warm mounds revealed to him, his eyes never leaving hers, boring into hers. He found out that watching her expression as he methodically kissed and nipped everywhere except in the sensitive area, was a game he could easily get used to...
Her eyes were partially closed, and her feature held now an expression of need, almost torment. He deciding to 'end her suffering' and finally locked his mouth firmly on a pink nipple, letting his tongue flickering across the hardened little bud, before sucking it eagerly while his free hand was trying to satisfy its equally demanding twin , rolling it gently between his thumb and forefinger. She shivered and her breathing turned into panting as her breasts started to feel almost sore from pleasure.

Suddenly, he stopped.

She winced and moaned softly, wanting his mouth and his hands back.
He looked down at her with a satisfied and otherwise unreadable glint in his eyes and she stared at him, puzzled and wondering idly why he had suddenly stopped. Then, he slowly bent down, his moves graceful and precise, like a panther stalking its prey, until his lips grazed the little space between her breasts. He paused one more time, watching her and taking his time to savor her reactions : Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, letting occasionally escape long sighs and soft gasps, and he could feel her heartbeat fasten each time he moved, ever so slightly.
His predatory smile never left his face as he started to draw a trail of butterfly kisses on her ribcage, at an excrutiating slowliness.
She arched her back slightly in anticipation when she finally felt him reach her flat belly, and continue his path of unbearable teasing further down, until it reached the hem of her skirt.
He stopped, looking at her one last time. She whimpered in frustration, resigned, waiting for him to pursue his teasing to no end... And let out a small shriek as his thumbs slid between her skin and her panties and she heard the sound of sliding fabric. She saw her skirt and her underwear join her shirt on the armchair, as she had expected it and felt the bare skin of her most intimate parts meet cold air. Not long however, as the chilling caused by the air was soon replaced by another chilling, definitly more intense, caused, this time, by a pair of warm, soft and hungry lips caressing her innerthighs and brushing upper and upper along the creamy skin until they grazed her nether lips.

She sighed and moved her hips to guide him towards the real aching. She well expected him to refuse her invitation and tease her all the more, but he surprisingly didn't. She didn't have to beg, or even to ask, he obediently began to run his tongue along the sensitive pink folds and trace precise circles around the little nub that needed the most attention.

He smiled softly for himself, he couldn't see her face, but he knew he had surprised her, once again. He would never admit it but truth to be told, if the sight of her squirming and begging under his teasing was arousing, the sight of her coming was far more interesting... And he knew exactly how to obtain what he wanted.

He progressively fastened his stroking of her clitoris and eased one then two fingers inside her warm and wet passage. It wasn't long until the combined movements of his tongue and his fingers caused her to moan her pleasure out loud, without thinking to any kind of discretion anymore. He felt her arch her back and squeeze his fingers in a series of disordoned spasms before collapsing, her body limp.

She took a while to regain her breath and stared at him with a grin that obviously said 'What about you?'

He took the hint and sat up to divest himself of his clothes. He never had the time to do it. The heavy doors of the library burst open under the weight of two figures kissing wildly, and, judging by their state of clothing, ready for a session similar to the one just interrupted without knowing it.

"... Mmmm... Hilde... Are you sure about this??"

"... Ooooh Quatre! Don't be so lame! Duo is sleeping, snoring, drooling... Everything you want, except awake... Aaaaw come on..."

The light filtering through the half opened doors illuminated the once dark library and the completly bewildered figure still respectivily lying and sitting on the floor, near the clothes covered moss green armchair...

Time stopped. And there were four huge sweatdrops in the room.

"... Quatre? ... Hilde???"

"... Uh... Miss Relena, is it you?"

" Oh my god... And, Trowa???"

"Woaw. You too??"