Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Changing Seasons (Part Six of the Family Sagas) ❯ Part Eight ( Chapter 8 )

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Changing Seasons, Part 8

Donavon sorted through the mail on the table. "Let's see," he said, chewing his lip. He picked up an envelope from NYU on it. "My grade report. Finally." He hesitated before opening in. He looked back at the fridge where the bottle of Sake was. "Randy said to save it for a special occasion and she would drink it with me. Maybe she got her grades too." He went to the fridge and took out the bottle and put inside a paper bag. "I'll stop by her house and see if she got hers," he said as he grabbed his keys from the rack next to the back door. He drove out to the Maxwell's house, pulling up in front. He knocked on the door.

Hilde looked up from the computer when she heard someone knocking on the door. "I wonder who that could be," she said to herself as she made sure that Alexandra was still asleep in the bassinet. She smoothed her hands over her jeans and sleeveless blue blouse as she made her way to the front door. She opened it. "Donavon, this is a surprise!" she exclaimed.

He smiled slightly at her. "Well I was coming by just to see if Randy was home. I received my grade report and I was wondering if she got hers."

"Well I got the mail, so I'll go look. Come on in," she said, smiling. She closed the door behind him and she walked back to the study and looked through the mail neatly stacked on the corner of her desk.

Donavon knelt down by the side of the bassinet and grinned. "She looks like an angel," he said softly.

Hilde looked over her shoulder at him. "Yes, she does look like an angel. She looks like Randy when she was a baby." She tapped the envelope with Randy's name on it, absently on the palm of her hand.

"Which parent you think she'll look like the most?" he asked as he lightly brushed Alex's cheek with the tip of his finger. In a flash, he could see a little girl with raven black hair and bright cobalt eyes staring up at him. Exactly what he imagined his own daughter to look like if he had the woman he wanted most in the world. Startled by this, he shook his head slightly, getting rid of the image. It was a bittersweet dream that he still hopelessly clung to. He didn't want Hilde to notice that.

"I think she'll look more like Victoria, but she'll have Chris's personality. Duo and Heero both argue over what side she looks like the most," she laughed softly.

"I could see them doing that," Donavon chuckled. He looked at her hand. "Is that it?"

"Oh, yes, it is. Here," Hilde said as she handed it to him. "Randy is still at work with Duo. You could always take it there for her."

"Sure. She told me that we would celebrate if I did well on my Honors Economics exam that she helped me study for," he said as he looked at the envelope. "Well I guess I'll go now. Thank you Hilde," he said smiling at her. He looked down at Alex. "Good bye, little Maxwell." He followed Hilde out into the foyer. "Thanks again."

"It was no problem, Donavon. Now go on. I'm sure you're eager to see your grades," Hilde laughed as she opened the door.

"Yes, ma'am," Donavon said bowing slightly. He grinned again. He bounded down the steps and jumped into his car. He waved good-bye to Hilde as he started the car and sped down the driveway.

Hilde leaned against the doorframe as she watched the Saab convertible speed down the driveway. She sighed and shook her head. She knew that Donavon was in love with Randy. And from what she just saw, he couldn't hide it. It was so obvious with the look in his eyes whenever her name was mentioned. She knew Duo knew it too. She closed the door again and went back to the study to look after Alexandra and to do more paperwork.

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Donavon pulled into the visitors' spot outside the mill's office. He spotted the Suburban. He hopped out and ran inside and up the steps. He pushed back his black sunglasses as he pushed through the main office door. He spotted Randy with her back to him. She was on the phone, twirling a lock of her high ponytail around her fingers. He grinned and walked over, sitting down on the edge of her desk, waiting for her to turn around.

Randy closed her eyes as she listened to the one client talk on and on. She sighed silently. "Is that all you wanted Mister Weatherby?" She frowned at his next sentence. "I'm afraid not. It wouldn't be ethical to meet you for dinner and my dad wouldn't allow it. Good bye," she said as she turned around and put the phone back on the receiver. She jumped when she saw Donavon sitting there. "Dammit, Donavon, you scared the heck out of me," she said as she shook her head.

"Tough day?" he asked with a commiserating smile.

"A real bitch," she said with a tired smile. "Horny old men asking me out for dates," she snorted as she straightened in her chair, tugging her leather skirt down to her knees, "If my dad found out that Mister Weatherby asked me out for dinner, he would have a fit."

"I take it that this isn't the first time this has happened?"

"No, its not. When a client showed up before my dad one morning and I was already here, he started flirting with me. He apparently didn't know that I was the owner's daughter and he asked me out just when my dad came in. And let's just say the client paled when he found out who I was."

Donavon chuckled. "I can imagine." However, he was not happy that other men, older men asked her for dates. She wasn't his, but he was fiercely possessive and protective of her.

"Thank goodness for the switch on the video-phones. I don't have to look at the guy while I'm talking to them," Randy said as she wrinkled her nose. "So what brings you here?" she asked curiously.

"Well I got my grade report. And you did too. Your mom gave it to me when I stopped by to see you," he replied as he handed her the envelope. He held up the bag that contained the bottle. "And if I did well on the final exam, you said you and I would celebrate."

"So I did," Randy said as she slit the envelope open with her nails. She nodded at him. "Go on, let's see how you did."

He pushed his thumb under the flap and opened it. He took a deep breath as he closed his eyes. He opened them and looked at the report. "Yahoo!" he shouted, causing the other two receptionists to look at him. He stood and pulled her out of her chair, hugging her tightly.

"I take it you did well," Randy laughed as she leaned away.

"Yeah, see," he said as he showed her.

"An A, I told you that you would pass baka," she said as she smirked at him.

"Thank you so much Randy, I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't helped me study for that," Donavon said as he let her go. He smiled happily at her. "So what are your grades like?"

"All A's," Randy said as she handed him the grade report. "Nothing out of the ordinary."

"You were always the brain," he teased as he handed it back to her. "Now, is it quitting time for you yet?"

"What is all the commotion out here?" Duo asked as he came out of his office. He looked at Donavon and then at Randy.

"Donavon came by with our grade reports from school. I helped him study for one of his exams and he wanted to open his report with me," Randy said as she looked back at her dad.

"And how did you do, Donavon?" Duo asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"I got an A, thanks to Randy," he replied as he smiled down at her.

"Well done. And how did you do, baby?" Duo asked his daughter.

"All A's," she replied, smirking. "So is it quitting time yet, dad?"

Duo looked at his watch; "I suppose so. Why?"

"Well I promised Donavon I would go out and celebrate with him if he did really well," Randy answered as she walked over to him.

"I guess you could go," Duo said as he looked back up at Donavon. "You'll bring her home after you two are done your celebrating?"

"Yes, I'll bring her home," Donavon promised, smiling back at Duo.

"Thank you, daddy. Love you," Randy said as she gave him a kiss on the cheek. She grabbed her red sweater off the back of her chair. "Come on Donavon, let's go," she said as she latched onto his hand.

"Bye Duo," Donavon called as Randy pulled him out.

Duo shook his head as the two left and smirked. "Well I hope they have a nice evening."

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Donavon helped Randy into his car before he started driving away from the mill. "All right, where should we go to celebrate?"

"Umm, how about Starry Point?" Randy replied as she looked over at him. She held the still cold bottle between her knees.

"Starry Point it is," he said, referring to the mountain plateau that overlooked the Preserve. The place had a spectacular view of the Preserve and of almost the entire surrounding area. But what made it even better, was that only a few knew about the place. Randy had found it when she did a project on astronomy in school. And she had showed it to him. And she had called it Starry Point ever since. He glanced over at her. She was wearing a sleeveless red sweater with a modest neckline. Her gold cross-sparkled in the fading sun. She looked good to him as always. Her black knee high leather boots only served to draw his eyes to the bare legs that showed between them and the short leather skirt. How he loved looking at those legs of hers.

She leaned her head against the back of the seat, letting the wind tug at her hair. She closed her eyes behind her sunglasses. She glanced over at him as he drove up to Starry Point. She loved going there because it was quiet and peaceful. She had never taken Miles there. She considered it her "place." And Donavon was her best friend, so he had always known about it too.

The car skidded on the gravel and came to a halt. Donavon climbed out and went and opened the door for her. They walked onto the soft lush green grass and looked around them. "Man, this is always a good place to watch the sun set," he commented. "Especially with the person you love the most," he added silently.

"I know, I love it here. It's just so removed from the rest of the world. That's why I like it," Randy said as she propped her hands on her hips and looked at the water sparkling in the distance, as the sky was tinted orange, purple, pink, and gold. "And it will be so nice," she said as she went and leaned against his car, "Once I get these off," she said as she unzipped the boots, pulling them off and then pulling down the lacy thigh high stockings. She tossed them in car. She looked up and saw Donavon looking at her. "What?"

"Nothing," he said as he shook his head, trying to get the picture of him sliding those stockings down her legs, before running his hands over the toned silky flesh, out of his mind. "You just never cease to surprise me, that's all."

"It's not like you haven't seen my legs before," she said as she crossed her arms and smirked. She loved how cute he looked when he got all flustered like he was now.

"That's true," Donavon replied as he went and pulled out a blanket from the trunk. He laid it on the grass and sat down. He felt her sit down beside him. He looked at the bottle as she removed it from the bag. "I didn't bring any cups."

"That's quite all right," Randy said as she put her thumbs on the cork, "We'll just drink it," the cork popped, "straight from the bottle."

"No problem with that," he agreed as she handed him the bottle. "Should we toast?"

"Go right on ahead."

"All right. A toast for…good grades and best friends."

"Here, here," she said as he took a swig out of the bottle. He handed it to her and she took a swig out of it as well. She made a slight face. "Man, this is strong."

"I know," he said. "Have you ever had it before?"

"Nope," Randy said as she took another mouthful.

"Hey don't drink it all," Donavon said as he took the bottle from her. He made a slight face when he swallowed. "How much you think we'll both be able to drink before we're drunk?"

"Me, about…two to three glasses. You, maybe four to five. It all depends on weight," she said as she leaned back on her hands, admiring the way that the sun was sinking behind mountains in the west.

He nodded silently and looked back out at the sun.

About an hour later…

Randy giggled as the bottle almost slipped out of her fingers. "Oops."

"You're drunth," Donavon slurred as he snatched the bottle away from her.

"Yout tooth," she slurred as well, frowning as he took the nearly empty bottle away from her, but she giggled again. "Musiith, we nee some musiith." She stood and weaved back and forth a little as she went back to his car. She leaned over the driver's side and turned on the radio.

He looked back at her, her rear sticking up in the air as she fiddled with the radio. He always thought she had one of the cutest butts in the entire world.

She came back and plopped down beside him. She took the bottle away from him and drained it. She wiped the back of her hand across her lips. "Yum."

"Yout finshed the botthle," Donavon accused, frowning. He took the bottle away from her and held it upside down. "Wencth."

Randy stuck her tongue out at him. She leaned close to him. "Whaths yout goin' to do abouth ith?"

"Uhh…"

"I thoughths tho," she said smugly.

"I coul' kith yout," he replied, as her face blurred in front of his eyes.

"Kith me?" Randy questioned, tilting her head to one side. "Otay," she then said as she nodded her head. She pursed her lips in a pucker.

Donavon leaned forward and kissed her. She tasted like the Sake and peaches. He grinned at her stupidly as he leaned away. "There, I kithed yout."

"Thath's not a kith," she said as she pressed her lips against his. Her tongue breached his lips. He tasted like the Sake. She wrapped her arms around his neck and then leaned away from him a little. "Now thath's a kith."

Donavon looked at her dazedly, drunkenly. "Isth thath's tho?" He hauled her forward and kissed her again, his hands tightening about her waist. They fell back on the blanket, her on top, still kissing.

She wasn't aware of the hand sliding up the back of her sweater, nor did she care. She kissed him with everything she was worth as her fingers plowed through his hair.

Everything was moving so fast for him, he didn't even realize that his shirt became unbuttoned and she was lying under him. All he could feel was her.

Her sweater was gone and all she was left with was her red satin push up bra and her leather skirt. She slid her foot up and down the back of his leg.

Being governed by the hormones let loose by the alcohol, he placed hot kisses down her neck to her cleavage. He sucked the skin hard against his teeth before trailing lower to her flat stomach.

Randy sighed as his tongue plunged in and out of her navel and his fingers clumsily worked down her skirt before tossing it away, leaving her in the matching red satin bikini panties. His mouth felt so hot on her flesh.

All he could feel was the silky smoothness of her skin against his mouth and his hands. He felt her latch on his shoulders and pull him up. His lips met hers in another passionate kiss. Her tongue was dueling with his, making him feel even more lightheaded. All those salacious little thoughts that he kept at bay, came to the forefront. He was living his fantasy.

She ran her hands over the muscles in his chest and his shoulders; her fingers slipped down, lower and lower. She tugged at his pants and with much effort, was also tossed away.

Now, left in his boxers, he could feel her hips pressing and sliding against him, driving him crazy. He could feel heat and dampness. Her signs of want and need.

Her bra was soon gone and his mouth was there, sucking and nibbling, making sparks shoot throughout her body. She arched her back reflexively. "Love you," she whispered slowly as her eyes closed.

Donavon stopped when he heard those words in his Sake muddled brain. "Huh?" He looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply. She was out. He smiled crookedly. "Love you too," he whispered as he shrugged out of his shirt, and put it on her. He wrapped his arms possessively about her waist and pulled the blanket over them both. He closed his eyes and was soon out as well.

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Miles knocked on the Maxwell's kitchen door. "Hey, Chris, is your sister here?"

"Randy? No, she's actually not here," Chris, replied, letting him in.

"She's not? Where is she?"

"She's celebrating your brother's good grades. She didn't say where they were going, but he said he would have her home later," Duo said as he came into the kitchen with Alex in his arms.

Chris took his daughter from his dad. "I wouldn't worry, Miles, your brother will take good care of her for the night. I think she figured that you spent so much time with Megan, she wanted to go out and have some fun."

Miles could hear the slight accusation in Chris's voice. "I didn't mean to." He sighed. "Well, just tell her I stopped by when she gets home."

"We will, don't worry," Duo said as he walked Miles out. "She probably won't be home too late."

"All right," Miles sighed as he got back in his car. He drove home slowly. "I guess I shouldn't have taken her for granted I guess." But he couldn't help but feel a little bothered that his brother had taken her out. It wasn't like Donavon felt anything for Randy besides friendship. "Hell, why am I even worrying for? This is my brother; he's her best friend. Girls are not his strong point."

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Duo sighed as he went back inside and sat down on the couch next to Hilde. He felt her eyes on him. "What?"

"Do you know where Donavon and Randy went?" Hilde asked bluntly.

"No, all they said is that they were going out celebrating," he replied as he put his arm around her.

"Duo, I'm sure you know how Donavon feels about Randy."

"What about it? I know he's in love with her."

Chris and Victoria looked up at them wide-eyed. "You're kidding me, Donavon is in love with Randy?" he asked.

"Yeah, he has been for the last ten years," Duo replied as he looked down at his son.

"Does Miles even know this?" Victoria questioned.

"No, he doesn't know. In fact, only your mother and I know, and I'm sure that only Vaughn and Quatre know too. It's not something you spread around," Duo answered mildly.

"Of course not, but doesn't it seem strange that Donavon would keep it to himself for so long. He dated my sister for six months before he broke it off," Victoria said, frowning a little.

"Cover up. That's what he was doing, babe. He probably cared about your sister, but it was really my sister that he always wanted and couldn't have," Chris said as he rocked Alexandra back and forth.

"That wasn't fair to Veronica," Victoria snapped at her husband.

"Hey, calm down, princess. All I meant was that he chose to break it off with your sister because it was the right thing to do. He didn't want to hurt her even more if he stayed with her, when all he was doing was lying how he felt," Chris said, shrugging his shoulders.

Victoria sighed. "I guess you are right about that, but still…"

"I know, family loyalty," Chris said as he leaned over and pressed a kiss on her cheek. "But think of it this way. Donavon cared about Ver enough to let her go and find someone that really could love her."

"I suppose," she said hesitantly.

"Chris is right. But it makes me worry what this could do between Miles and Donavon. They're brothers," Hilde pointed out.

"What Miles doesn't know, can't hurt him," Duo said firmly. "This better not leave this room either."

"It won't dad," Chris promised.

"I won't say anything," Victoria agreed.

"You know me," Hilde said as she snuggled against his side.

"Good," Duo said as he returned his eyes to the television, but he couldn't help but wonder what Donavon and Randy were up to.