Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Coming Home ❯ Chapter 4

It didn't take me long to find something to wear to the club. I slipped on a pair of tight black jeans and a black tank top, knowing that it would show off my arms well. I left my hair in its customary braid, and slipped on a short trenchcoat that I'd borrowed from Trowa. It looked good without being overly provocative, since I figured I wouldn't be out to pick anyone up tonight. I'd have Heero with me, and I wasn't sure how he'd react.

I decided to hang out in my room until Heero was ready rather than risk running into Wufei again. It was great to have Heero helping me out, but I was shocked when he told Wufei we were going to a club. Heero, clubbing?

When he tapped on my door to let me know he was ready, I realized that Quatre was a total sadist. Normally I don't pay too much attention to what people wear, but … god, an outfit like that on an angel like Heero is enough to overrun anyone with carnal desires. He was wearing a pair of low slung, tight, black velvet pants that revealed an enticing expanse of his lean stomach, and a snug, black cropped shirt. From under his tousled chocolate-colored hair his brilliant blue eyes looked out at me, lined with the faintest bit of kohl. His lips were stained slightly and glossed, and the faint wine color looked great against his cream colored skin. God.

I made a mental note to throttle Quatre later.

"Ready to go?" Heero asked. Oh, hell yeah I was.

So we went, and I was in my element. I could tell it was all new to Heero. He was like a wide-eyed kid. And I intended to bring out his wild side.

The club I chose was overflowing with people. It was hot, smoky, and dim - the quintessential club, with a driving bass beat and intellilights programmed to spill color over the dancers in intricate patterns. I could tell Heero was a little tense by the set of his shoulders, so I maneuvered him through the crowd to the bar. I ordered us both drinks and as we sat there sipping them, we looked around and talked about the people there.

After a few drinks, Heero started to smile and laugh a little more. I dragged him out onto the dance floor, which was already crowded with bodies. And surprisingly, Heero was a good dancer. He had the natural ability to move to the beat and his expression and body language showed his emotional response to the music. I grinned at him, and he grinned right back. He looked incredible like this.

Heero had to lean close and shout so I could hear him. I could feel the music pounding through me like a second heartbeat. "This is fabulous," Heero shouted. His flushed face was so close to mine that I could have kissed him. So I did. I was never one to pass up a good opportunity. And my instincts were right. It was brilliant.

The rest of the night went by in a haze. We drank, we danced in each others arms, we kissed. We stumbled home around three in the morning, still sweaty from dancing in the closely-packed club. In the darkened hallway, I pushed Heero up against the wall, holding him there with the press of my body against his, and kissed him deeply. God I wanted him. I had to take a step back. This was probably the first time Heero had ever been drunk. I didn't want to do something that he would regret later, no matter how much my body was begging for it.

"Heero," I asked him, "what do you want?"

His head lolled to the side for a minute as he thought, and then he smiled at me sweetly and said "Hot bath, then bed." I felt more than a twinge of disappointment, but I reined it in and grinned. I pulled him toward the couch and pushed him down on it gently. "You sit down," I said, "and I'll get the bath ready for you."