Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Night To Remember ❯ A Night To Remember ( One-Shot )

Title: A Night to Remember

Author: Cherry Blossom

Warnings: 2+H, 3xH, and very vaguely implied 3+4. Lemon! So, no children!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.

Author's Notes: Yes people, the queen of odd pairings is back! From the woman who brought you 5xH, this is the ever illusive…3xH! That's right. I'm determined that by the end of my career I will have paired Hilde with every pilot imaginable! You know what makes this fic even stranger? It's actually cannon based. Or at least, it's supposed to be. Realistic? You tell me. I crave reviews. ^__^

Dedications: To Lara for her lovely lemons and green-chan for beta reading this for me. And to Sabacat, because nobody appreciates a Hilde lemon like she does.

A Night To Remember

"So, he doesn't remember anything?"

Duo shook his head, running a hand through the spiky thick bangs that hung over his eyes in a gesture that Hilde always saw him make when he was frustrated. She watched as he paced in front of her, trying to grasp what he was saying.

"Nothing. He doesn't even know who I am! I don't understand…what could have happened to him? He seemed so…so fragile. It's not like Trowa to be so nervous. What could have happened to him? Was he brainwashed by the enemy or something? Or maybe-"

"Calm down Duo," Hilde urged, stopping his frantic pacing by placing a palm on his chest. "He didn't attack you when he saw you, did he?"

"Well no," Duo replied, breaking into a smile all of a sudden. "But I sure thought his sister was going to. Man that chick was mad. I didn't even know that Trowa had a sister. I guess it's possible though. They had the same colour hair and all…"

"Duo," Hilde sighed, knowing that he was babbling on in his apprehension. "So it's kind of implausible that he'd be brainwashed by OZ or anything, right? He probably just took a bad hit in his Gundam and got amnesia. I'm sure his memories will come back eventually."

Duo bit his lip and nodded, still looking uncertain. "Yeah but how long is eventually? We need Trowa and HeavyArms to fight, especially since all these different factions have kept popping up. And what the hell am I supposed to tell Quatre when I see him? This'll break the poor guy's heart. Argh! What am I going to do?!"

"Invite him over."

"Huh?"

Hilde stifled a giggle at the adorably confused look on Duo's face. "For dinner, I mean. Maybe if you spend some time together you can help him get his memories back. It's worth a try anyway."

Duo blinked and then laughed out loud, his features relaxing as he grinned at his girlfriend. "All right, I'll ask. But I'm not making any promises. That sister of his would more then likely accuse me of stealing him away and kick my ass all over the circus floor and feed what's left of me to the lions."

"Don't be silly," Hilde said, reaching up to place a kiss on Duo's nose. "You saw her act. She'd probably just skewer you with knives and then feed you to the lions."

"That makes me feel so much better, Hilde," Duo complained, reaching a hand around to pinch Hilde's butt, which she playfully fended off with a light slap.

"Behave yourself and go get your friend. I'm going to have to go shopping if we're going to have any sort of decent meal tonight. You ate all my food."

Duo tried his best to look pitiful as he pressed a light kiss to the top of Hilde's head.

"But babe," he grinned, "I was hungry."

"You're always hungry," Hilde retorted, and he fled down the street, back towards the circus. "You have until six o'clock to negotiate and then I'm eating without you!!" she called after him.

Duo just laughed and waved, his braid flailing behind him like a tail. Hilde watched him go with a smile on her face. Then she sighed and headed off to the nearest grocery store for supplies.

'Dinner with an amnesiac gundam pilot who moonlights as a circus clown…Tonight's going to be interesting that's for sure. I wonder if Trowa likes chicken tetrazzini?'

~ ~ ~ ~

Hilde glanced nervously at the clock as she rearranged the cutlery on the dining room table one more time. The radio played softly in the background and Hilde's body swayed to the music in a subconscious rhythm.

'Five minutes to six. Where could they be?'

The pasta that Hilde had spent the rest of the afternoon baking with such care sat on the burner of the stove, awaiting the presence of two hungry boys.

"Maybe it'll be just one hungry and depressed boy," Hilde said to herself, mournfully. "Duo probably couldn't convince Trowa to come. I wouldn't blame him though. If the kid's really got amnesia then Duo would be like a perfect stranger to him!"

Suddenly, the front door swung open with a bang and a braided young man entered the house, loudly exclaiming his present state of hunger. Following behind in a much more subdued manner was the boy Hilde hand seen at the circus.

'He looks different without his clown make-up on,' Hilde thought to herself. 'But he still has the oddest hairstyle I've ever seen. Kinda cute though, the way it falls over his face like that…'

"We're back!" Duo yelled as he swept into the kitchen, pausing to embrace Hilde before he started inspecting the dish on the burner.

"I noticed," Hilde commented, smacking his hand away from the pasta. "Wait until you've at least shown your guest in you pig. Honestly, were you raised in a barn?"

"Nope, a church actually."

"Well you certainly can't tell, with your manners."

The silent boy with sad green eyes watched them banter back and forth for a few minutes before coming to greet Hilde.

"It's nice to meet you. I didn't know you before…did I?" he asked, uncertainty crossing his face.

"Oh no, this is the first time we've met. My name is Hilde and it's very nice to meet you Trowa," Hilde said, taking Trowa's hand in her own and shaking it. "I'm glad you made it to dinner. I was almost forced to start without you," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Yeah, sorry about taking so long Hilde. Trowa's sister wasn't about to give up easy, I tell ya."

Trowa blushed and looked down at his hands in embarrassment. "Cathy's just a bit overprotective of me. She doesn't want me to get hurt."

"You can say that again," Duo quipped, settling down in one of the wicker chairs around the table. "Man I'm starved! Hilde, can we please eat already?"

Hilde smiled and shook her head, inviting Trowa to sit down beside Duo with a sweep of her arm. "Honestly Duo Maxwell, you have absolutely no manners."

"But ya still love me, right?"

Rolling her eyes, Hilde offered no comment, instead, reaching over to distribute a healthy portion of chicken tetrazzini to both boys' plates. "Eat up! There's plenty there. Even for you, Shinigami."

"Hardy har har."

Duo tried to scowl around his mouthful of pasta but failed miserably. His eyes shifted to Trowa to see if he would react to the name "Shinigami" at all. But Trowa was intent on his own portion of pasta, and if there was a flicker of recognition in those frighteningly blank eyes, Duo could not see it. 'Oh well,' he thought, 'It's not as if Trowa liked my nickname anyway. Maybe he'll react to something else.'

"So Trowa," Duo said, inbetween mouthfuls, "do you remember anything before Cathy found you wandering the streets?"

Trowa lowered his fork and shook his head, his eyes focusing on his plate. "Nothing. Sometimes I'll try to remember but then I feel so cold and alone…I just can't remember. Not yet."

Duo bit his lip, not wanting to cause Trowa any more pain…but he just had to ask. "You don't remember HeavyArms…? Heero, or Wufei…or even…Quatre?"

Trowa said nothing, his shoulders hunching up at the mention of that last name and a violent shiver ran through his body. Desperately he tried to fight the sudden coldness that threatened to permeate his bones. Hilde noted the uncomfortable silence and deftly changed the subject.

"So Trowa…how do you like the pasta? I know I'm not the best cook but I try hard. It's impossible to tell how I'm doing with Duo because he'll eat anything," she said, tossing a teasing look towards the boy in question who was presently stuffing his face.

Duo paused long enough to give Hilde a sour look before he continued eating. Trowa however, offered the girl a small smile.

"It's delicious," he said. "Thank you for inviting me to dinner. Cathy would have come but she had to lead a practice…"

"That's okay," Hilde beamed, giving Trowa another helping. "Here eat more. You're too thin."

Trowa nodded and continued eating, watching Duo wolf down his fifth plate with something like amused wonder. Suddenly Duo straightened in his seat and dropped his fork on his plate with a loud clang. Startled, Hilde and Trowa started at him as his eyes narrowed and he rose from his seat.

"Duo what's wrong? What are you-" Hilde barely had time to ask before the braided boy hauled her out of her seat and into the living, stopping before the radio to turn up the volume a little.

"C'mon Hilde, it's our song! We gotta dance," he said, spinning her around in his arms to the music.

"But Duo…honestly we have a guest!" Hilde protested, even as her feet moved in rhythm with Duo's. She laughed as he performed an elaborate dip and shook her head in surrender, offering up one last objection. "What about Trowa?"

"He can dance with me later," Duo promised, gathering Hilde close to his chest and swaying to the music, one of his hands slipping around Hilde's waist while the other captured and grasped her hand.

Trowa watched as Hilde and Duo whirled around the room, a small smile of amusement gracing his face. But somewhere inside there came a feeling of hurt, a stab of jealousy at the fact that he could not remember ever feeling such a simple pleasure as dancing to the radio, could not remember much of anything except of burst of fear and brutal coldness. As Duo bent to kiss the girl in his arms while simultaneously tickling her sides so that she giggled and squirmed in his hold, Trowa felt a longing grow inside him, settling heavy in his stomach like lead.

'Just for one moment,' he wished, 'just for one moment I would like to feel like that. One happy memory…'

A shrill beeping noise caught Duo's attention and he left Hilde to investigate the cause of the noise coming from his computer.

"Shit," he muttered, clicking the keys on his laptop with more venom then usual. He turned to Hilde and offered her a weak smile. "Sorry babe, duty calls. G's got another mission for me. You'll take care of Trowa while I'm gone eh?"

'Mission?' Trowa said nothing, choosing instead to watch the way Hilde's face fell and then shifted into a smile.

"Sure thing Duo. I'll keep dessert for you when you come back," she said.

Duo gave her a brief hug and then sprang out the door towards the garage where he kept Deathscythe. "Thanks Hilde! You're the best! Sorry for running out on you Tro! You know how it is…uh…well you used to know how it is…ah never mind," he said as he went.

"Just be careful!" Hilde yelled after him, stifling a sigh when her only answer was the front door slamming shut. Turning to Trowa she gave a small shrug. "Looks like it's just you and me now. So…do you remember how to play scrabble?"

~ ~ ~ ~

Three hours and five scrabble games later, Hilde and Trowa lay sprawled out on the living room floor.

"I still can't believe that xylopyrography is a word," Hilde muttered, stretching her arms up above her head and rolling her neck around a couple times to relieve the stiffness.

"We can look it up again if you want," Trowa offered, to which Hilde waved an impatient hand.

"No no," she said, "It's not that I don't believe you. I just don't believe it. Honestly, who made up these words?"

"Probably a xylpoyrographologist," Trowa said, his face blank. Hilde just glared at him and sent a couple scrabble pieces flying his way, which he caught with relative ease and then proceeded to juggle.

"Show off," Hilde mumbled, even as she watched Trowa add more and more pieces to the arc. "Can you teach me how to do that?"

"Maybe," Trowa replied. His mouth opened again but a loud crack of thunder cut him off and the scrabble pieces fell to the floor.

Hilde scrambled over to look out the window. Dark storm clouds had gathered while they were playing and now a wicked hurricane was busy trying to tear the trees from their roots. Lightning arced and flashed in the distance and rain started to lash against the windowpane with savage force.

"Oh dear," Hilde said, as Trowa joined her at the window. "It looks like you'll be staying here at bit longer then you expected Trowa. The weather control unit must be malfunctioning again. If those colony bureaucrats would use the tax dollars for something useful for once…You certainly can't go out in this."

Trowa nodded silently, watching the roiling clouds with curiosity. Had he ever seen a storm like this before? He couldn't remember, but something about the violence of the wind, the soaking wetness of the rain…

Trowa shivered and tried to block the feelings that were surfacing within him. Not yet, he couldn't handle this now. Not yet.

Beside him, Hilde looked out at the storm, small lines of worry forming on her brow. Trowa saw the way her shoulders tensed and placed a hesitant hand on her arm.

"I'm sure Duo can take care of himself," he said. Hilde shook off his arm and gave him a scathing glare.

"How would you know?" she hissed. "You can't even remember what it is that he's doing out there. Every day I have to struggle with the fact that he might not make it back, that might not ever get to see him again. You can't even begin to imagine how I feel!"

Trowa's head bowed and his eyes grew blank once more. "No," he said, his voice devoid of all emotion, "I suppose I can't."

Hilde watched guiltily as Trowa left the window and crossed to the other side of the room, heading towards the door. Cursing to herself inside her head, Hilde intercepted Trowa's move to the exit.

"Wait…I didn't mean to snap at you Trowa. I was just worried about Duo and my temper gets the best of me when I'm anxious. Forgive me?"

Trowa refused to look at her, still leaning towards the door, poised and tense. Thunder crashed in the sudden silence and Hilde jumped at the sound of it, instinctively grabbing onto the bottom of Trowa's shirt. When the rumbling died down, another silence took its place. Trowa stared at where her hands fisted into his shirt. Hilde's cheeks reddened and she dropped the fabric hastily.

"Listen," she said, "I just…I'm sorry okay? Please stay, at least until Duo gets back. I…I just don't want to be alone."

Something in Trowa's eyes softened and he heaved a shuddering sigh, his body relaxing as he moved slowly back into the room, taking up residence on the couch. Not bothering to hide her smile of relief, Hilde came and sat beside him, taking care to keep her hands in her lap and her knees out of range of bumping accidentally against Trowa's. The contact they had was…unexpected to say the least. She didn't want to repeat it until she was sure she knew what she was doing.

"So…" There was a bit of an awkward pause as Hilde fumbled about for something to say. "How did you get into the circus business?"

Trowa gave her an odd stare. "I don't remem-"

"Shit! I forgot…" Hilde clamped a hand over her mouth. "Sorry Trowa, I'm really really sorry. I just keep putting my foot in mouth tonight. Duo must be rubbing off on me or something. You can glare at me if you want, I deserve it."

Trowa didn't glare. In fact if one looked closely one could see the corners of his mouth turn up slightly in amusement. This girl certainly wasn't boring. He had a feeling that she and Catherine would really like each other if he introduced them. Which reminded him…

"I've got to call my sister and tell her that I'm staying over until the storm breaks. She'll be worried about me."

"Oh…oh! Sure, use the phone in the bedroom. It's the only one with a connection that doesn't completely suck. Duo's somehow managed to drop our other two phones in water so it's kind of impossible to hold a decent conversation on those ones," Hilde said, rambling on in her nervousness. What was that weird look in his eye before he left the room? Was Trowa offended? Was he laughing at her? How the hell did she get herself into these situations?

"If I live past this day it'll be a miracle," she muttered to herself, heading to the kitchen to pour herself a good stiff drink. Fuck the age limit. If she could pilot a mobile suit she could damn well drink some brandy…

*cough* *cough* *cough*

…Okay maybe not brandy. Maybe just some vodka and orange juice. Much better.

Hilde left the kitchen, drink in hand, and found herself wandering down the hall until she stood right outside her own bedroom, listening to the soft tones of Trowa's voice as he talked to his sister on the phone.

"Yes Cathy, I'm fine…No, you don't have to come get me, I'll just wait until the storm passes…Cathy I'm sure that I'm going to come back…I'll call you if anything happens, I promise…Yes…I'll be fine…I'm sure….'Bye…sis."

"Kinda overprotective isn't she?"

Trowa turn his head to find Hilde leaning against the doorway, sipping at something that looked like orange juice from a tall glass. He shrugged and placed the phone back in its cradle, turning to face the girl in the doorway.

"She's just scared that I'll…get hurt again. I think that I scared her badly when she found me on the street and couldn't remember who she was," he explained.

Hilde walked slowly into the room, coming over to sit on the bed (which was made, thank God!). Trowa stood, looking vaguely uncertain as to what he was supposed to be doing at the moment. Hilde rolled her eyes and gestured impatiently at him.

"Sit down, for Heaven's sake! I'm going to give myself a crick in the neck staring up at you like this," she complained.

Trowa sat, awkwardly balancing on the corner of the bed. Hilde bit off the comment she was going to make, seeing as how Trowa looked very uncomfortable, and instead recalled what she wanted to ask him in the first place.

"Were you scared too? I mean, it must have awful for you, not knowing who you were or anything," she stuttered, hoping that she didn't sound like too much of an ignoramus. It seemed that all her skills at conversing had just flew out the window tonight, along with any sense of tact.

Trowa seemed to consider the question, trading his uncomfortable look for something more haunting.

"I don't really know. I was confused I guess, but I didn't really want to remember what happened to me. I'd get flashes of it sometimes and all I remember is this feeling of intense cold and being all alone…"

Trowa shivered and cast his eyes around the room for something else to talk about. His eyes alighted on a picture frame on the dresser beside Hilde. The photo was a recent shot: Duo had taken Hilde to one of those silly Sate Fairs and got their picture taken wearing old western clothing. In the picture Duo, in a cowboy hat and leather chaps, stood with his arms around the waist of a flushed looking Hilde who was wearing a green silk dress and feather boa. Both of them were laughing and if one looked closely, one could see how Duo's left hand was twined protectively around the end of Hilde's feather boa. They looked truly happy, as if they belonged together. Not lost, like he was.

"You two have something really special, don't you," Trowa said, softly.

Hilde blushed as her eyes followed his to the picture. "Yeah. Duo and I…we just click you know?"

Trowa's gaze turned introspective, he kept staring at the picture but Hilde could tell that he wasn't really seeing it anymore.

"I think that maybe once…I had someone like that too. There's something-"

Trowa's voice broke off as he started to shiver violently; his arms coming up to wrap around himself as he fought the cold that attacked his body. Concerned, Hilde moved closer.

"Trowa?"

"Y-you and Duo are lucky, you know?" Trowa said between shudders, his lips twisting into a bitter smile. "You h-have such happy memories to take with you when you're apart. Something to keep you warm when you feel all alone. Something that remains behind, even when your lover leaves. What I wouldn't give for just one happy memory. I wish…"

Hilde felt her lower lip tremble as she watched the boy before her try to stop the shaking of his body. Such sadness…she wanted to take it away so badly. No one deserved to suffer in this manner, stripped of all one had become and left with a pain one couldn't understand. She felt Trowa's loneliness and fought back the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. 'What can I do?'

Coming to a decision, Hilde moved even closer, wrapping her own arms around his trembling body and placing a soft kiss to the back of his neck. Instantly Trowa froze, his own emerald eyes snapping up to meet Hilde's deep blue ones.

"Wha…what are you doing?"

"Showing you you're not alone," Hilde replied, rubbing her hands over the tight muscles of Trowa's back, feeling them tense and relax under his turtleneck. Trowa felt himself lean into the touch and quickly backed away, breaking out of Hilde's hold.

"Wait! We can't do that!"

"Why not?"

"I…what about Duo?"

Hilde smiled. "Duo and I love each other. Nothing will ever change that. But right now, you need to touch someone and be touched. Honestly, I think Duo would be more peeved by the fact that he didn't get to join in then the fact that we did it. He wouldn't begrudge you this," she said, taking his hand in her own and leading it to rest on her hip.

Trowa stared at his hand, stared as if in shock while Hilde gently tugged his shirt out of his pants, slipping two cool white hands underneath to press to his chest, feeling his heartbeat rise in strict staccato. Slowly, Hilde eased Trowa out of his turtleneck, pausing every so often to run her fingertips over his skin. Trowa twisted and squirmed under her hands, feeling a line of fire arise from wherever she touched. There was something familiar about this that he couldn't quite grasp…

"Shh…" Hilde whispered, as he tensed under her touch, "Just relax. It's all right, I promise."

With one last tug the shirt was pulled off, leaving Trowa's hair messed and wild. Hilde giggled and smoothed it back down with her hand, surprised at how soft the reddish-brown thatch of hair actually was. Grasping onto the bang, Hilde pulled Trowa's face down to hers for a passionate kiss…well it was supposed to be a passionate kiss. The fact that Trowa just sat there like a lump of stone didn't help things much in the way of passion.

"Trowa…" Hilde scowled, pulling back. "You're not being very cooperative."

"I don't want a pity fuck," he said, sullenly. Hilde resisted the urge to smack him.

"You moron! This isn't about pity. It's about giving you a memory that you can take away with you and feel good about. I'm not into whoring myself for charity, you know? I do feel something for you besides lust. Friendship might not be love but it's a damn good start isn't it? Look, we don't have to do this but I want you to feel something besides cold!"

"Why? Why do you care? As far as I know, we've never met before today so…why?"

"Because I'm human. And you are too. What's the point of fighting a war, if the things we are fighting for get lost along the way? Compassion, friendship, love, it's the chance to reach out to someone else. It's what makes this life, not merely existence. It's the way you influence others that give you an identity. We are what people feel for us. Nothing more, nothing less."

Trowa reached out a hand and traced the line of Hilde's face, his hand merely brushing the air against her cheek. Swallowing hard, he tried again, this time laying a hand against her cheek, feeling the softness and warmth of the skin beneath his fingers.

"Who I am…"

Hilde smiled and raised her own small hand to cup the side of his face. "Feel for me," she whispered. "Show me what you feel, and I will show you who you are."

They drew together, slowly, lips just barely touching, and then…harder. Trowa's hands buried themselves in her hair, his lips crushed against hers in a fit of urgency that left them both breathless. It seemed to them, suddenly, that time was very short, and the desire to be close, to feel each other was much greater then it had been a moment ago. Hands removed clothing in a frantic attempt to place skin against skin, body against body. A rip and a tear and then Hilde's shirt fell to the floor with a whisper of silk and cotton. The sound of the zipper being pulled down vaguely registered in Hilde's ears before she was dragged down to the mattress, a hot mouth attaching to the soft hollow of her throat.

The coupling was desperate, not languid and torturous as Duo would have made it, but the haste in which they came together was forgiven in Hilde's mind by the reverent way that Trowa touched her hair and the surprising gentleness of the hands that cupped her breasts. He wasn't Duo and she did not love him, but there was something that resonated in her mind when they were finally joined together that told her it was good, it was right. Trust, friendship, warmth…these were things she could give without reservation. This was something she could do to help one person find their way back. A chance to touch and be touched. One happy memory to take back into the cold, dark reaches of space. One shared moment of reckoning. She could feel him inside her, clinging to her body like a lifeline, his face buried in her neck, his lips murmuring half-formed words against her skin.

They moved together, building something like harmony, his groans against her sighs. Trowa felt her hands ghost along his body in a dance he could almost remember. The warmth that enveloped him banished the cold he had carried inside himself for what had seemed an eternity. In sinuous rhythm he thrust into her, feeling her fingers clench on his hips as she approached her orgasm. And when she screamed and contracted around him he caught a flash of something before his eyes, a glimmer of gold, spun gold, and green-blue eyes and a voice calling his name. Gasping, he released himself inside her, his vision blurring as tears darkened his eyes.

'Who…?'

/I love you, Trowa/

'I'm so warm…'

/Trowa?/

"Trowa?…Trowa?!"

Emerald eyes opened to see a pair of dark blue eyes regarding him curiously. He smiled up at them, too exhausted to reply.

"Are you okay?" Hilde asked. "I thought you'd blanked out on me for a minute there."

"I almost did. You're quite a woman Hilde."

The German girl smiled at that, lifting a hand to smooth sweat slicked bangs off of her face. She listened to the wind outside and realized that the rain had stopped sometime while they were…occupied. Duo would be coming home soon. Tired, she laid down beside the boy in her bed, snuggling her head against the pillows.

"So," she said, "do you know who you are now?"

Trowa nodded and grasped her pale hand in his, twining their fingers briefly before bringing the hand to rest over his heart.

"I'm Trowa Barton. And for once…that's all I really need to be."

He kissed her, on the cheek, suddenly shy after having experienced so much with her so soon. She smiled and brushed her fingers against his cheek.

"I'm glad."

"Hilde…I want to say thank you-"

"Forget it," she said, waving a tired hand as she drew a sheet up around her waist. "We're friends aren't we?"

Trowa nodded and recalled a melody of bright music, a flute and a violin singing together in strange partnership. He smiled.

"Always."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

That night Duo came home to find Hilde alone in bed, fast asleep with a sheet twined around her body, her arms cupping her head and the pillow in a way he thought was particularly adorable. Trying not to wake her, Duo struggled to pull his shirt over his head, wincing when he moved his bruised shoulder. Slipping into the bed beside his lover, Duo could not help brushing a soft kiss against her temple. Hilde woke up instantly.

"Duo," she whispered, her lips curving into a sleepy smile. "How did the mission go?"

"Ah, same old, same old. Ya blow up a few buildings, slice a few suits. Nothing particularly exciting. So how was your evening with Trowa? I'm guessing he went back to the circus when the storm stopped."

Hilde nodded and snuggled deeper in her boyfriend's embrace. His feet were cold but she didn't mind. She just wanted to reassure herself that he was still there, still with her. Someday she would have to let him go, but not now, not yet…

"I don't suppose he remembered anything?" Duo asked, his voice sounding disappointed. "I don't know what I'm going to tell Quatre when I see him."

"Actually," Hilde said, "I think he knows, somewhere inside who he is. Don't worry, it'll come back to him eventually. In the meantime…wanna show me just how much you missed me?"

Duo sighed heavily but the corners of his mouth turned up in a wicked grin.

"Hilde-babe, I just came back from a mission. I'm real tired," he complained.

Hilde slid a hand up his thigh and kissed his neck, letting her tongue flicker out to taste the flesh that was salty from sweat. Her fingers wandered a bit further as she waited…

"…I'm not that tired."

~ ~ The End ~ ~ ~

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