Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ As You Like It ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

From the Desk of Scilja

Geez, who knew creating web sites could be such a pain?! <sighs> Therefore, it might be a while before it's up. It's gonna be somewhat close to a rated R-ish later on. Enjoy this chappie for now!

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DISCLAIMER: You know the drill. I'm tired of saying it.

As You Like It

By Scilja

Chapter 3

Five figures stood before grand oak doors, neither one wanting to turn the gold knob that opened to their misfortune. It felt as if the doors were mocking them, being inanimate compared to their frenzied state. They had ten more minutes left until the dreaded hour, and it was the most nerve-racking ten minutes they ever had.

"Hilde, stop pacing, you're making me dizzy," Relena placed her fingers to her temples and massaged to ease tension.

Indigo eyes looked up apologetically at her best friend, "Sorry, Rel." The expression was replaced with a wicked smile, "I'm just so―"

"Excited? Eager? Raring to go?" Relena filled in as they both laughed and high-fived. "Yeah!"

"Midii, quit fidgeting, you're fine," Sally rolled her eyes from her spot against the wall.

The pale blonde tilted her head to the side, scrutinizing the cloth before pulling at it again. She grumbled frustratingly, "Damn this garter."

Dorothy turned around to face them, "Remember how this is going to go? We have their pact, and that is a very good thing." She held her wrist upright and took out a paper folded into her cuffs. Dorothy opened up the small parchment and pointed to the bottom of the sheet. She placed it between two fingers and grinned, "They signed, they cooperate." Her words were emphasized well, making sure it passed through each mind and stayed there. "Besides," she smirked, "aren't you the least bit curious to how long they can keep their self-control?"

The girls were boost up with confidence and dynamic energy. They chatted amongst themselves, sharing some of the fiendish ideas they were planning to do. Their thoughts on the ordeal had turned completely upside down, going from uneasy pacing to enthusiastic skipping. The ensemble of the garment, or lack there of, had already been comfortably acquainted. Dorothy snatched a passing Maganac out of nowhere and was speaking to him secretly, no doubt about the strategy they composed. It seemed the Maganacs were almost afraid to find out what was going on since they weren't seen scampering over the place as usual.

Watching the scene, Relena smiled inwardly at how Heero would react. Her mind reeled with anticipation. She gave herself a final look over in the hallway mirror, giving a shift on her rabbit ears. Satisfied with her appearance, she prepared for the greatest game to be played.

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Heero's eyes scanned over the design of the spacious living room. There were three ways of access to the room: one being from the main corridor where the guests enter, the next adjoined to the grand dining room and the last connecting to the parlor kitchen. A habit that stayed with him from his former training days, he was taught to be observant and sharp of his surroundings.

A quick glance at the clock informed him that any minute now, a certain golden-haired female would enter through either of the doors. He hid his anticipation. He wasn't always one to be patient, and now, it was thinning slowly.

Duo let out a disgruntled sigh, "Man, I never thought minutes could take forever!" He whisked his head to the figure across him, "Q, are you absolutely sure your clocks are running on time?"

Quatre, who had been quietly sitting for a while, raised his head, "For the millionth time, YES." The sound in the Arabian's voice was clear he was slightly ticked off.

Heero smirked; Quatre was just as edgy as anyone was today.

Wufei, too, was becoming irked, "Duo, why don't you keep yourself busy and measure the scientific distance between the Earth and the sun just to be sure."

"I'd prefer you do it, so I can watch you burn from the sun," Duo shot back.

Knowing the argument would prolong, Quatre leaned forward from the couch and placed a hand against his forehead, "Guys, don't start."

"Damn, Quatre, we didn't mean it. We're just jumpy this morning you know?" Duo said.

Wufei shut his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, grunting as his head fell back against the wall. It was difficult to make out if the sound was an apology or of irritation.

Quatre's hand slid down from his face, "Yeah," he smiled understandingly, "I know."

"Your suffering will be over soon," Trowa commented offhandedly.

Before anymore could be said, the young men became alert when a soft, jazzy tune filled the room, setting the atmosphere at a sultry tone. The melody in the music gave a hypnotizing mood and captivated the moment. Immediately, their senses became attentive to their surroundings. Every fiber in their being came to life, an unknown tingle coursed through their bodies. Ears became keen to hearing, and eyes searched thoroughly without missing a beat.

"Who are you waiting for?" It came from the kitchen parlor, and they were able to catch a glimpse of a long, green sash before it was gone.

"What is it you want?" There was a flash of orange, and then it was kept hidden back into the kitchen.

"It isn't nice to keep a lady waiting." Came another voice, where only a delicate hand visibly danced against the side of the dining room's doorway. As quick as it had appeared, it too went.

"Can you say you're ready?" Two velvet ears peeked out from the side and darted away.

At this point, the former Gundam pilots were having a hard time staying rooted in their spot. Having seen the little preview they were given, their nerves ached madly with burning eagerness. It had only been seconds and they were going haywire.

The opening click of the main door instantly caught their attention, "We are…"

They waited for the figure to come into view, and the first thing they were met with was a perfectly round, bunny tail with a long blue ribbon tied around it. The female form swayed her hips lightly, causing the blue sash to twirl around her legs as she gracefully turned from the door and into full view. She stopped short in front of them and executed a sensual dip of her body, not meeting their faces yet.

Then four figures filled the openings of other two entrances as they chorused, "…ready to serve."

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Midii emerged from the kitchen and ran her hand beguilingly up Trowa's chest. "Hey, handsome," she winked.

The young man's breathing hitched as he watched his girlfriend's hand rove over his chest. Her touch sent jolts of electricity through him, and he desperately tried his hardest not to return the favor. She looked amazing in her orange attire; it gave a shine to her white-blonde hair. Never in his time with her had he seen her wear something as revealing as this.

Despite the problems her garter gave her, she felt satisfied at the darn thing. Midii smirked inwardly; Trowa couldn't seem to get his gaze off her legs.

He brought his gaze to her face as her fingers lightly brushed aside his long bangs. Her fingers left a hot trail against his skin. His eyes traced over the outline of her features. She was just as beautiful as the day he met her. Her hand then traveled downwards to tingle with the cross pendant that hung from his neck. The object was significant to them both, and right now, she was deftly touching it. Ever so closely, her lips hovered dangerously against his and she stared into his eyes, "Hungry?"

Emerald pools flickered with a hard glaze at her innocent question. She placed a hand against his bicep and smiled when the muscle tensed under her palm. Midii titled her head, her own eyes laughing with glee at Trowa's will to maintain himself, she replied impishly, "No pun intended," and led him into the dining room.

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Muffled steps patted against the carpeted floor. Wufei came still when he felt a breathless whisper against his ear, "Wufei." A leg bent against the back of his and moved higher. The arms that had encircled his waist slowly, in what seemed like never-ending torture, disentangled themselves away. Her body shifted from his side so that she stood in front of him.

It became difficult for him to swallow, "Sally."

His eyes roved over the view that was presented before them. The green suited her fair skin. The usual twin spirals of her hairstyle had been curled with more fashion that it bounced enticingly every time Sally moved her head. Her close presence was just as maddening to deal with as the scent of jasmine that filled the air around him. He struggled to regain his control, which was fast drowning away. He erased away his thoughts, leaving his mind point blank to stay more focused.

The chestnut haired female grinned; oh, she had him all right. He was so still that she thought he would snap at any minute. She curled her arm around his and gestured to the main door, "Shall we?"

The Asian man could only nod to keep his focus straight from pouncing on the woman clutching his arm.

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Quatre's shoulders tensed when a pair of hands landed on them. "Relax, Mr. Winner." He did so at the familiar sound of her voice. Her hands then moved in a circular, rhythmic motion. He hid a moan behind his lips while a fire kindled inside him at her sensual actions. His body temperature rose when her words tickled his ear. "You've been working too hard, Quatre."

He knew he was being lured into her spell. Her fingers worked magically against him, smoothing out the kinks in his tense back. She could do wonders that surprised him ever now and then, and he was enjoying this one immensely. Only when she hit a spot below his neck did he let out a faint groan.

Knowing she could please him, Dorothy felt a sensation of fulfillment in her heart. He was the one that brought her heart out, and now it was her turn to favor him.

When her ministrations ceased, Quatre opened his eyes and turned around. Seeing she wasn't at his back, his brow raised slightly as he went to face the front. His eyes widened slightly when he felt her trace a manicured finger across his collar.

An amused smile traced the lips he saw, "Looking for someone?"

The close contact of her warm hand near his bare collarbone almost made him scream. He attempted to keep a straight face. The rabbit ears were meant to give off an air of playfulness, but with Dorothy, he knew that playfulness stretched far beyond the limit. From her bent forward position, he was given a more than generous view of her chest. The deep purple she wore radiated an alluring glow around her, and the bodice dipped temptingly on her cleavage. The garter that wrapped around her thigh only enhanced her skin's silkiness.

Quatre's mouth ran dry as he forcefully tore his gaze away. 'Oh, Allah, give me strength.'

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Hilde sat cross-legged on one arm of the chair, her body facing away from him, only allowing the view of her back. Her hand, however, was busy running tracing patterns across his thigh.

The hand that clutched the other side of the chair clenched until the knuckles turned white. Duo kept his posture still to suppress the building fervor inside of him. He could still feel her warmth even through the fabric of his clothes. The additional fact that the strokes of her hand became longer and braver did nothing to help his concentration.

She gave a look of nonchalance, "Hmm, Duo, what do you wish to do first?" She then swiveled her body around just enough to give him a view of her waist and up.

He couldn't help but look over her attire…and he shouldn't have. His fingers were now digging mercilessly into the chaise lounge. Red had always been his kind of color, and seeing it on her made his wildest fantasies come true, especially her being in a Playboy suit. He followed the black linings along the bodice. More than once his breath held as he looked at the curves of her body. She had grown from the girl he met on the battlefield to a blossomed woman. He almost died when her leg pressed up against his arm.

Duo jumped when Hilde boldly straddled his waist. Now he wanted nothing more than to rip that suit off and ravish her. He gulped, "Take your pick."

He knew he shouldn't have said that when a wicked grin formed on her face.

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Relena raised her head from her bowed position, and purposely arched her body as she straightened to full height. She knew it gave a tantalizing peek of her chest and showed off her figure. The blonde saw her lover's face look at her in rare astonishment while she sauntered towards him.

Heero eyed the feral grin Relena had and knew he was trapped. The blue brought out the depths of her azure eyes. He didn't know whether to thank the corset or curse it for giving her a boost of cleavage. Her waist was curvaceously enthralling, and he wanted very much to lock his arms around them. He kept in a groan when he saw her creamy legs; the lacy garter messed around with his imagination. Her scent filled his mind while her golden locks swayed enticingly behind her.

She felt his whole body tense when she wrapped her arms around his neck. One hand fondled the wild mane of brown on his head. His lids dropped slightly at the tranquil action, but then snapped back open when she unconsciously rubbed her body against his. Her hand traced back down the side of his face, smoothing away the locks that hung over his Prussian blue eyes. It came to rest along his lips, and it took all of his willpower not to press his mouth against them.

Relena watched in fascination at the inner battle his eyes displayed. She was having a lot of fun fooling around with his self-control. She knew she had crossed the line when she placed her fingers against his lips ― his eyes blazed fiercely. Mischievously, she darted her tongue around her lips. She swore she almost heard a growl. "Let's go to the pool." Raising her head, her lips came close to contact to him while she breathed across his cheek, "How does that sound?"

She didn't give him a choice to answer, and instead pulled him out of the room with her.

TBC…