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Trouble |
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Part Five |
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Nighttime Follies: Friend like You |
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by Liewe |
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Warning: This part contains a lemon. So please, don't read on if you're not mature enough to handle it. Rated R for language and sexual situations! <><><><><><><><><> She gyrated to the heavy beat of the music. Not Pop, Not Rock and Roll, Nor Punk. But Techno. A hangover from the 20th and 21st centuries. Something she dearly enjoyed, but rarely indulged in. Arms stretched above her head, eyes closed as she reveled in the simplicity of the beat, and the sheer range of noise being blasted from the speakers. She smiled as her partner caught her hands in his, his fingers playing with her, before he released them and slowly ghosted his hands down her arms, down her sides to rest millimeters from her rounded hips. He leaned in, his breath stirring golden tendrils of hair. And the man at the bar watched with jealousy in his gaze. "He's taking the bait," her partner whisper-shouted in her ear, and she grinned, turning her face towards him. And nibbled on his ear as she replied, "wonderful." Moving closer, melding her body to her partners, arms moving to encircle his neck. Her scantily clad body pressing into his, her curves meeting his sharp angles. "And the object of your desire," she asked, lifting herself up with her arms to better show the intimacy they were feigning. She could feel his shrug, and her heart went out to him. And for the millionth time that night it seemed, she wondered about the sanity of this Hilde woman that she could throw someone like Duo away. "She's with him," he responded after a moment, turning them, placing the woman and Duo's replacement in her line of sight. She gasped involuntarily as she recognized the man, her mind immediately gifting her with his name. "But." "Come, let's get a booth." He said, disentangling himself from her and grabbing her hand. Dutifully she followed him, tripping over her own feet and giggling at the absurdity of it all. The player inside her not allowing for anything less. With a sigh she settled herself in Duo's lap, snuggling against him, chuckling as he pulled the curtains a little more closely around him. "Privacy at last," he choked out, resting his head against her shoulder. Appearing to casual observers like a man either deeply in love or in lust. "Yup. so?" she questioned, arranging herself more comfortably in his lap. Her body nestled against hers. A sense of comfort and safety washing over her. "I think I should explain myself." Duo began, all signs of joviality gone. The mask dropped for the time being. He paused for a moment wondering how to go on, heartened at the encouraging smile she flashed at him. "Hilde and I were good together, but we got together way too young. I mean, it was just after the war, and I was what, barely sixteen. Not the right age to begin the married life. Which is how we were living." She watched him, as he spun his tale. His violet eyes clouding with remembered pain, and her heart went out to him. Because his pain was so much like her own, yet he had held something tangible in his hands, while she had only held a dream. And that dream was fast fading away in the face of reality. "And she's here with him?" She asked, her voice, soft, tentative. "Yes, she's here with him. The Princess kicked him out a few months ago; she'd had enough of him. Not that I blame her, and well, he ran into Hilde." she wrapped her arms around him as his voice trailed off. Offering what comfort she could. Not expecting to be dragged from his lap by a green-eyed berserker. "You're a little slut," he said through gritted teeth. The stench of alcohol heavy on his breath. "Fuck off," she responded, twisting and turning frantically. Paranoia from days as a spy asserting herself. Pushing her back through the maze of past experiences. Leaving a frightened pre-teen in her place. Becoming blinded by her terror. <><><><><><><><><> Duo watched the scene with growing alarm, never expecting the usually calm and collected clown to ever behave in such a way. His sense of chivalry, often dormant in favor of living life to its fullest asserted itself as he heard a soft whimper escape from his shaking date and he darted forward. A swift karate chop to Trowa's arm freeing her from the bruising grip. "Listen man, that ain't no way to treat a lady," he half growled, stepping between Trowa and the girl he'd come to think of as an ally and friend. A confidante. Trowa remained silent in the face of Duo's scolding, and the braided man turned to Midii. Giving his back to Trowa, his mind already focused on the shaking, shivering, whimpering woman that had replaced the siren of ten minutes ago. Trowa took that opportunity to swing at Duo's back, his fist connecting solidly with the unguarded side. Forcing the air from Duo's lungs, sending the shorter man to his knees. And with that the lines were drawn and civility thrown to the winds. With a muttered oath, Duo pushed himself back up, whirling with the grace of a dancer as he returned the punch. His fist burying itself in Trowa's stomach, and pulling back as years of street fighting techniques filled his mind. He ducked and dodged, darting in and out, never staying long in Trowa's reach. But as time went on, he began to tire. He had been dancing for hours. And he wasn't as young as he used to be. He gasped, as another blow connected. And his startled mind provided him with a glimpse of anxious azure eyes, before he was forcefully separated from the frenzied Trowa. "Trowa, go home, you've done enough damage for tonight." Heero watched Trowa leave with hooded eyes, before turning to his battered ex-comrade-in-arms. Eyebrow lifting in silent question as he nodded towards the crying blonde in Hilde's arms. "What?" Duo asked defensively, tossing his braid over his shoulder. "Nothing. Come, we'll drive you home." Duo nodded. Moving forward to take Midii in his arms, wincing at the sudden movement. His eyes caught and held Hilde's for a moment before she ducked her head, muttering something about hotheaded males under her breath. He sighed as he shifted Midii's weight in his arms, brushing his lips across the top of her head as she clung to him. "Shh," he whispered, desperately trying to comfort her. <><><><><><><><> His words kept on repeating, becoming a mantra of shame. "You're a little slut." She whimpered, burrowing deeper into the warm arms that held her. Offered her comfort. She grimaced at his intake of breath. And mumbled her apologies, trying to move away from him, his hold on her tightening as she tried to move away. "He didn't mean that," the soft velvety voice attempted to assure her. But she could hear the doubt in his tone. And it shook her. A sense of neediness filled her and she moved away from his chest, leaning up to press her lips against his. He was still under her lips, and her heart broke. Trowa's words repeating themselves once more. "You're a little slut." And she once more tried to flee. To hide her shame. "Hey, hey, you surprised me is all." He whispered, long fingers reaching to cup her chin, and lift her lips to him. This time, he moved forward. Capturing her lips with his own. His tongue darting out to trace the seam of her lips. Greedily pushing into her mouth at her gasp of surprise. A small corner of her mind protested, reminding herself that she didn't want Duo that way. That she didn't want to loose his friendship, but she quickly squashed that thought. Leaning into the kiss, her hands moving of their own volition to remove his shirt. Lightly caressing his silken skin. Mindful of his bruises. Distantly she heard fabric ripping, but her mind was occupied with his kisses. The taste of him. The scent of him. The feel of him. She was disappointed when he pulled away from her, shame beginning to filter in at her actions, but the return of his lips, and the sensation of his bare chest against hers pushed her worries away. Vaguely she wondered where her shirt had gone, but that thought was quickly discarded as he pushed her back, moving his lips from hers to trail down her neck. To suckle on her pulse. His tongue darting out to taste her skin. She was lost to the sensations, reveling in the feelings of being cherished. The act of being held. She buried her face in his shoulder as he entered her. Rocking against her. Her world spiraled out of focus until only he existed. And the feelings he evoked. She wasn't fooled into believing that this was love. But it wasn't casual either. She knew that as he called her name over and over. A chant or even a prayer. Her vision faded to black as she came, screaming his name. Her nails clawing at his back. She lay beneath him. Crushing his body to hers as she took in greedy lungfuls of air, sweat glistening on their bodies. "What was that?" she asked in wonder, shrieking as he tickled her with nimble fingers. Tumbling off the couch as she tried to evade his tickle attack. Any possible awkwardness from their encounter flying out the window. "Comfort," he answered as he leaned back against the couch. Covered only by the shimmering curtain of his hair. She smiled back at him from her prone position. "I suppose we have a new arrangement now," she responded. Not bothering to cover herself as she stretched. He smirked. Nodding his head. "But Hilde?" She asked suddenly. She had no wish to ruin his life. "She's with him at the moment. And she seems happy. I don't want to hurt her," he answered simply. More at ease with the situation after seeing Hilde and Heero together. He knew that they weren't in love. But possibly had an arrangement just like the one he and Midii were embarking on. "I still love her, don't get me wrong. but we need time to grow up. Or at least I do." She smiled at his reasoning. Nodding her head before rolling over and crawling towards him, curling herself in his lap. "I'm sorry he hit you." She said softly, gently tracing a bruise, which was blossoming on Duo's shoulder. "I'm not." She was startled by his response. "This way he might get his head out of his ass sooner and realize that he feels something for you." The matter of fact way that Duo delivered that statement unhinged her. And she shook her head in wonder. "How did I ever get a friend like you?" she asked softly. And he smiled, tucking her head beneath his chin as he hugged her. "Dunno, just privileged I guess." <><><><><><><><> |