Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Passions Victims ❯ Merger and College ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: scandalousbehavior 
Ariel is now graduated and going to set off to College but something isn't right between the guy she fell in love with and herself.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.02.2001 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.1K | Visits: 338 | Status: Work In Progress
Ariel is now graduated and going to set off to College but something isn't right between the guy she fell in love with and herself.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.02.2001 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.1K | Visits: 338 | Status: Work In Progress
AN: I thought that I would finally start working on the Sequel to my popular and first mature lemon GW fic, 'On The Inside'. Here it is, the waited sequel with all your favorite characters back, including my character Ariel. I added some new people for flavor. If you haven't read the first story, I would suggest you do since a lot of this might not make sense unless you have.
AN2: Mariemaia is not Treize's daughter in this fic, she's going to be placed as his half-sister and plays a big role in this one.
AN3: Don't worry for those of you that are still waiting for the continuing chapters of my other GW stories, I'll have them up soon. This will be my last Gundam Story for a while, since I have to finish the others before I start anymore. Damn all my ideas!
WARNING: NC-17, to those of you that means it has mature themes and sex in it.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gundam Wing, only use the characters for entertainment.
Passions Victims
Chapter 1: Merger and College
Written by: Scandalous Behavior (scandalousbehavior@yahoo.com)
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2 years later
Business suits, Bloomingdale sundresses and carters in white outfits with food on silver platters were scattered on the lawn of the Winner Manor, the manicured grounds perfect for big occasions like these. Not an inch of the area wasn't decorated with some sort of flower or table with a white tablecloth covered in food or a white wooden chair. A banner hung on the front of the house proclaiming in large calligraphy writing what this event was.
The merger between the Winner Company and Khushrenada Incorporated, two of the biggest computer technology companies in the world, a major bridge that would bind both companies and families together.
The heir to the Winner half stood off to the side, out of plain sight with a glass of red wine in his crystal wine glass quietly observing the last thing he wanted. When his father had told him about the merger, he was dead set against it. The last thing in the world he wanted was to be connected with the family that had killed an important girl in his life and had tried to get the one he was currently in deep love with. Though the person of that family that had done that was no longer openly in the family anymore, since he was a scandal they could do without and banished to their villa in Italy. While everyone was laughing and talking business and having a great time, he was reserved and concerned for this. If the Khushrenada family thought that this was a way to get the Winner fortune permanently linked to their own, they were sadly mistaken. He had two years left of college before he took over the company and he was dead set on not letting them get anymore power and influence in the company than they already had. That family was made of vultures, scavengers without hearts that took and took thinking nothing of what they did having a consequence.
Wishing that he could just disappear, he came to see his father, the great Raberba Winner stand up and lift his hand at the podium to silence all the guest and partners in the companies.
"I want to welcome you all the this, it means a lot that we have had so many supporters of this merger that will benefit everyone," Raberba told the group and as he continued on, Quatre Raberba Winner tuned out, having heard speeches like these most of his twenty years.
"Not enjoying yourself?" a sultry voice, filled with sex appeal came and Quatre saw the traffic-stopping red head with blue eyes looking at him like he was a piece of meat.
"What makes you say that?"
"The look of distain on your face." She told the golden blond, blue-eyed man she had been eyeing all afternoon.
"And you are?"
"Mariemaia Khushrenada."
Quatre was taken back, having vaguely remembered that Treize had a younger sister, who was the same age as his girlfriend. She hadn't gone to St. Augustine Academy like the rest of them, so she wasn't an Inner but she was still the guy he hated more than anything's sister. He didn't particularly like any member of that family and this girl with her obvious sizing him up sexually was adding to his dislike. In some way she reminded him of the hellcat Dorothy Catalonia, who was now a resident of a mental hospital.
"Nothing to say?" the red head asked, sipping from her glass of champagne.
"You know who I am." He stated.
"Who doesn't? Being the heir to the Winner fortune makes you a well known figure in the world."
"And before you get any ideas," Quatre looked over her clinging cornflower blue dress that showed her body to advantage, "I have a girlfriend."
Mariemaia lifted an eyebrow in a seducing way as if to say what that had to do with anything and he realized she was one of those that didn't care.
"You must really think I am not aware of the world that something like that should impact me."
"Obviously not."
"You know that there is talk about the two families becoming more than just business partners," she moved closer so that her dress brushed his white silk shirt and pair of white slacks.
"I wouldn't think so," Quatre told her simply, "since my father doesn't set up marriages for me."
"He has before."
Quatre narrowed his ocean-blue eyes at the younger girl.
"That was a long time ago and your brother was involved with her."
"So he was. Doesn't mean that your father can't arrange something again."
Quatre lifted an eyebrow in amusement at her comment and Mariemaia realized she had said something to amuse him.
"My father knows about my life and happens to love my girlfriend as his own daughter," Quatre informed her, "and would never do that, especially to us."
Mariemaia had not heard that Quatre's girlfriend was in good with Raberba and cursed her luck but cheered up when she knew that was easily rectified.
"Too bad," Mariemaia said with a fake sigh of regret, "we could have been really good together."
With that she leaned up and kissed him full on the mouth, grabbing his silk covered upper arms to get a better leverage and heard the click of cameras that sounded at the kiss, taking it into photo form as proof. He jerked away from her and with the back of his hand wiped her kiss off his lips, a huge insult to anyone, and glared at her.
"Don't try that again, Mariemaia, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into."
"I love threats, Quatre," Mariemaia smiled coyly and ran a finger over her lips as if to savor the heat of his lips on hers, "so how does that charming saying go? Let the games begin."
With that the determined red head turned on her high heel and walked away with a movement of her hips that had every cameraman watching as Quatre cursed that was the last thing he needed.
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The next day Ariel Huntington was finishing packing the last of her things from her dorm room at St. Augustine Academy, since she graduated two weeks ago and had to finish moving out so that a sophomore could move into the room she had lived in for the past three years when she wasn't at her ex-stepfather's house or at her dad's in New York City, which was three hours away. Ever since her ex-stepfather married her mother over three years ago and divorced her not two and a half months after the wedding, which had been her mother's sixth, and then her father got full custody of her and let her continue to live at St. Augustine and at Winner Manor, with her ex-stepbrother turned lover and boyfriend, Quatre Winner. Raberba was like a second father to her and she loved the man, just as she loved her biological lawyer father, Raydon Huntington.
Two years haven't changed much about her. She still wore a lot of black, which was a signature thing for her even in her school uniform, her hair was cut from the past shoulders length that had grown out to almost five inches past her shoulders and was now layered so that the black streaks she dyed into her hair were more integrated into her honey-blond head and made her look even more like the Dark Angel, that her close friend Trowa Barton had called her for years. She didn't wear as much dark makeup as she used to, but she did put her eyeliner on to the corners of her eyes making them look exotic like and made her gray eyes look more mysterious. A fact that made one of her female best friends, Hilde Schbeiker grin since she had said it looked great on Ariel in the beginning of their Senior year when she had first tried it.
Most of her boxes in her room were already in her pitch-black Mustang in the parking lot downstairs, all she had to do was finish these last two boxes that had photo albums and miscellaneous junk that she had littered around her room that she didn't want to leave. Taping both boxes up and labeling them, she heard her door open and looked into the always bright blue eyes of Relena Dorlain, the Dean's daughter and her other female best-friend, whose sandy-blond hair was pulled back into her two braids that held it back so that it hung straight to her waist.
"All done, Ariel?"
"Just these two to take to my car and that's it."
Relena smiled and sighed.
"I'm going to miss the Academy."
Ariel looked at Relena.
"Your dad is still Dean, it's not like you won't be able to come here."
"I'm going to miss everything not just the school but all the things we went through."
Ariel had to nod at that. Especially their first year here was the most emotional roller coaster any of them had been on, that took Ariel into the world of sex when she, Relena and Hilde had all been virgins and that was quickly taken care of by a group called the Inners. But it all turned out for the best, since the only one she had been with was Quatre, who she loved as she never knew she could love someone so much. Relena had been traumatized by Treize Khushrenada and then brought back to reality by the unexpected hand of Heero Yuy, who had been in a relationship with Duo Maxwell. Duo was now with Hilde Schbeiker and neither one of the guys or girls could have been happier.
As much as she loved Quatre, couldn't imagine loving anyone more, she wished she got to see him more often. He had graduated from here two years ago and was going to a very prestigious college that, amazingly, all of his friends had gotten into as well. She didn't tell him yet about her surprise and hoped he would be glad about it like she was. With the bigger audience and the record deal that the band that he was in, called GW with Duo as the singer and Heero, Trowa, and Wufei Chang in the band as well, they were becoming a name on every teenager's lips for their lyrics, which she helped co-write with Duo. Sure it was great but she missed Quatre, who seemed even more busy with his dad getting him deeper involved in the Winner Company so that he was the one that was barely seen by even his band members. Even Heero and Duo came to see Relena and Hilde at least twice a week when she was lucky to see Quatre once a month.
"I know what you mean." Ariel finally admitted.
"You want me to help you with these two boxes?" Relena asked.
"Sure, grab one and I'll lock the door and drop the key off with Administrations," Ariel said, picking up a box as Relena did and they headed out the door, Ariel adjusted the boxes weight on her hip as she locked the door behind them.
Walking down the corridors and hallways to the staircase that led to the first floor, Relena told her she'd meet Ariel at her car and Ariel nodded. Walking down to the office and dropping the key off with the secretary who checked her name off the list, she backed out watching for people and turned to walk to the main doors to go out when she caught sight or rather was caught sighted by Heero, Duo and Trowa. All looked the same as they had when they graduated two years ago. Heero with dark brown hair and cold blue eyes, Duo with his chestnut braid that came to past his butt and blue-violet eyes and Trowa still had his red-brown hair, cut short with a sweep of bangs over the left side of his face and a pair of green eyes that seemed to measure you for who you were though one was always hidden. Trowa was the taller of the three and easier to spot.
"How's the Dark Angel holding up?" he asked casually, taking the box from her despite her protest.
"I'm fine," she smiled at Duo and Heero, "Relena's waiting at my car so why don't we go outside?"
Duo looked questioningly at her and as they walked out into the bright sunshine, Ariel taking her sunglasses from the top of her head and letting them rest of her nose, she looked at him.
"What?"
"Where's Quat? I thought he was going to be here to help you move out?"
Heero and Trowa waited for the answer, neither one wanting to ask what Duo would automatically given his forthright personality. Ariel just continued walking to her car, as Relena kissed Heero on the lips. Ariel opened the trunk of her car taking the box from Trowa and setting it with the others and taking the one next to her back tire where Relena had put the other down and put that into the trunk, slamming it shut when she finished. Now all four of them looked at her.
"Quat had something come up, it's no big deal guys. I had most of my things packed and taken down here yesterday."
Trowa crossed his arms over his chest.
"You let him get out of helping you again?" Trowa demanded to know.
"He's a really busy guy, Trowa. I can't make him come when he's got more important things to do."
"Now you're making excuses for him," Duo informed her, "Rie," Duo used her nickname that his girlfriend gave her their sophomore year, "you should be one of his priorities if not his top priority. Taking backseat to the business and to the band isn't going to help you when you really do need him."
"Look, I appreciate your concern and everything but I can deal. I have before and I will continue to. It's not your relationship," she added with attitude, "so just back off."
"We're only worried, Ariel," Relena said softly.
"I know, Lena but if I say I'm fine it means I'm fine, don't read into it. You'd know if I was upset about this and I'm not. When you date a guy with as much going on in his life as Quatre does, besides the band and school, you learn to accept it or it'll drive you nuts."
"Have you told him?" Trowa asked, wondering.
Ariel grinned as she opened the driver's door.
"No, but it's one way to surprise him, isn't it? So I got the whole Quat-gone situation taken care of. I love that you guys care but really, it's covered."
They got into the Jeep Wrangler, that Hilde had let Duo drive and followed Ariel, all wondering if she was as okay with everything as she seemed while Trowa knew better.
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It wasn't until two months later that Ariel got to spring her surprise on Quatre, who wasn't in his dorm room like he was supposed to be, so she sat in the common room that was between his room and Trowa's, along with the bathroom that was connected to the two reading a book, dressed in an outfit designed to get his attention. So caught up in the book she didn't realize what time it was until the clock struck five and bells tolled a gift from his father, she mused. Sitting up she heard the door open to the common room and she stood up ready to greet Quatre only to find a red head accompanying him with a very possessive and predatory look at Quatre, licking her lips over him was the term that came to Ariel's mind.
Quatre was seeming put out by the girl inviting herself into the room and came to a halt at the opened common room door to see his girlfriend standing there, dressed in a thin silky black dress with a half-black jacket with her hair down and looking too good to his denied senses from not seeing her since the night she graduated.
"Ariel, what are you doing here?" Quatre exclaimed surprised.
"I came to surprise you," she told him, eyeing Mariemaia who was doing the same to Ariel, "to tell you that I got in here and will be going to school with you."
Shocked Quatre went over and hugged her to him and kissed her lingeringly on the lips that caused Mariemaia to clear her throat loudly.
"Quatre, who is this girl?" Mariemaia demanded, hotly.
As if surprised the red head was still there, Quatre lifted his lips from the lush ones of his girlfriend and soulmate to see the angered blue eyes of Mariemaia.
"This is my girlfriend, Ariel Huntington," Quatre told her coldly wishing the girl would leave him in peace she was like a stalker these past months, "Ariel, this is Treize's younger sister, Mariemaia Khushrenada."
Using Treize's name got Ariel's attention and she did see the family resemblance to him in the red head.
"And since Daddy's company has merged with the Winner's we've been spending a lot of time together," Mariemaia told Ariel, stressing the a lot.
"I see." Ariel said, not letting the girl know how much she did see, cause it must be in the blood because Ariel could see right through the sultry red head as if she was transparent.
"I haven't seen Ariel in a while, Mariemaia so would you mind," Quatre addressed the red head and then leaving Ariel he took her by the arm and put her outside the door and firmly closed and locked the girl out.
Ariel had a laughing smirk on her lips at his audacity and as he came back, his jeans fitting his legs and butt firmly as did the white t-shirt and black jacket so that she realized just how much she missed him.
"God, I thought I'd never get rid of her," he told her against her lips, "she's been stalking me since the merger like some pest that buzzes in my ear."
"And now that she's gone?"
"I can really celebrate that you're going to be here with me." He unbuttoned her over black jacket and let it slid down her arms to lie on the chair she was against.
"You're just glad I didn't choice to go to Harvard," she informed him and pushed the jacket from his shoulders, when it was gone on the floor it was followed by his t-shirt.
"That, too."
Having had enough with the talking and having missed her, he kissed her lips to keep them occupied with him and let his hands come down to smooth the dress up her body and released her just enough to get the dress over the top of her head and he was aroused painfully as she had no underwear on and no bra. She put her arms on his chest, then moved one down to finger the top of his jeans, then unbuttoned the single button and slowly, separated the metal of the zipper as she pulled it down and moved her hand to cup his underwear that separated his sex from her questing hand. Rubbing her aching aureoles and nipples against the light sprinkle of chest hair so pale as to be non-existent on his chest, it stimulated her and made her sex weep in want of him after being denied the pleasure of him for so long.
Taking his hand, she lifted her gray eyes to see his darkened pupils and licked around his fingers, in between each digit and then took a single finger into her mouth and sucked gently on it, as he groaned and she smiled, licking the tip of his finger and then let it go to place it on her breast and wipe the moist that clung to the finger on her right nipple, massaging it in.
Having let her have her way, he moved the pants down his legs and then practically ripped his underwear off in his need to be in that pouting labia, as he backed her up, making her hit her knees on the plush chair she had recently been sitting in and fall into the chair with the guide of his large hands at the base of her spine. She moved in between her legs to the jacket and threw it away as he put pressure on her back to arch her back and bracing his feet on the floor he penetrating the inner heat he had known for so long and was only his, had only known him and a place he would never get tired of. The fit tight and sublime, as only she was and he wrapped her long, curved legs around his waist and thrust, doing deep into the channel that had been without this.
The filling of him felt so good she was lost in the sensation, holding onto the arms of the chair as he leveraged himself still deeper into her, retreating and holding just the tip inside her to tease her until her eyes opened and were almost black in color, while his were an almost storm-blue.
"Do you know how good it is to be in you?" he whispered, his breath and patience running ragged.
"Just a good as it is to have you in me." She answered, breathlessly.
He then drove in again, getting that much deeper and feeling her put her hands on his back forcing him into her to the greatest depth he could get and when he got to the place he sought, with her curving and twisting to his every movement, he lifted her still impaled on his staff and sat down with her now on top, so it was tighter and fuller so that she fit him like a vise, squeezing him in ecstasy and with a firm grip on her hips he got her to climax, his name on her lips in a chant, her breath warm on his neck as she collapsed against him her head in the curve of his shoulder as he held her as he flexed his butt and released the demon riding inside him and filled her to overflowing with his release.
She was still locked on his rigid member and as he felt her move her inner muscles around him, he continued to please her as only he could before he moved a very subdued Ariel to his bed, where he intended to keep her the rest of the night.
TBC
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Look for Chapter 2: Heated. I started thinking about this one last night and decided it was about time I get off my procrastinating behind and write the Sequel. Just to let you know that since I want to concentrate on this one, along with 'Differences In Class' and 'Prisoner To You', I am taking the rest of my stories that aren't done off but will put them back on when I finish these three. No reason to have them up if I'm not working on them. That way I don't get caught up in so many. I am moving but I want to get as many chapters done before I no longer have the computer hooked up.
~Scandalous~
May 10, 2001
Reviewing Is: Letting you express your opinion, so why not do it?
AN2: Mariemaia is not Treize's daughter in this fic, she's going to be placed as his half-sister and plays a big role in this one.
AN3: Don't worry for those of you that are still waiting for the continuing chapters of my other GW stories, I'll have them up soon. This will be my last Gundam Story for a while, since I have to finish the others before I start anymore. Damn all my ideas!
WARNING: NC-17, to those of you that means it has mature themes and sex in it.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gundam Wing, only use the characters for entertainment.
Passions Victims
Chapter 1: Merger and College
Written by: Scandalous Behavior (scandalousbehavior@yahoo.com)
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2 years later
Business suits, Bloomingdale sundresses and carters in white outfits with food on silver platters were scattered on the lawn of the Winner Manor, the manicured grounds perfect for big occasions like these. Not an inch of the area wasn't decorated with some sort of flower or table with a white tablecloth covered in food or a white wooden chair. A banner hung on the front of the house proclaiming in large calligraphy writing what this event was.
The merger between the Winner Company and Khushrenada Incorporated, two of the biggest computer technology companies in the world, a major bridge that would bind both companies and families together.
The heir to the Winner half stood off to the side, out of plain sight with a glass of red wine in his crystal wine glass quietly observing the last thing he wanted. When his father had told him about the merger, he was dead set against it. The last thing in the world he wanted was to be connected with the family that had killed an important girl in his life and had tried to get the one he was currently in deep love with. Though the person of that family that had done that was no longer openly in the family anymore, since he was a scandal they could do without and banished to their villa in Italy. While everyone was laughing and talking business and having a great time, he was reserved and concerned for this. If the Khushrenada family thought that this was a way to get the Winner fortune permanently linked to their own, they were sadly mistaken. He had two years left of college before he took over the company and he was dead set on not letting them get anymore power and influence in the company than they already had. That family was made of vultures, scavengers without hearts that took and took thinking nothing of what they did having a consequence.
Wishing that he could just disappear, he came to see his father, the great Raberba Winner stand up and lift his hand at the podium to silence all the guest and partners in the companies.
"I want to welcome you all the this, it means a lot that we have had so many supporters of this merger that will benefit everyone," Raberba told the group and as he continued on, Quatre Raberba Winner tuned out, having heard speeches like these most of his twenty years.
"Not enjoying yourself?" a sultry voice, filled with sex appeal came and Quatre saw the traffic-stopping red head with blue eyes looking at him like he was a piece of meat.
"What makes you say that?"
"The look of distain on your face." She told the golden blond, blue-eyed man she had been eyeing all afternoon.
"And you are?"
"Mariemaia Khushrenada."
Quatre was taken back, having vaguely remembered that Treize had a younger sister, who was the same age as his girlfriend. She hadn't gone to St. Augustine Academy like the rest of them, so she wasn't an Inner but she was still the guy he hated more than anything's sister. He didn't particularly like any member of that family and this girl with her obvious sizing him up sexually was adding to his dislike. In some way she reminded him of the hellcat Dorothy Catalonia, who was now a resident of a mental hospital.
"Nothing to say?" the red head asked, sipping from her glass of champagne.
"You know who I am." He stated.
"Who doesn't? Being the heir to the Winner fortune makes you a well known figure in the world."
"And before you get any ideas," Quatre looked over her clinging cornflower blue dress that showed her body to advantage, "I have a girlfriend."
Mariemaia lifted an eyebrow in a seducing way as if to say what that had to do with anything and he realized she was one of those that didn't care.
"You must really think I am not aware of the world that something like that should impact me."
"Obviously not."
"You know that there is talk about the two families becoming more than just business partners," she moved closer so that her dress brushed his white silk shirt and pair of white slacks.
"I wouldn't think so," Quatre told her simply, "since my father doesn't set up marriages for me."
"He has before."
Quatre narrowed his ocean-blue eyes at the younger girl.
"That was a long time ago and your brother was involved with her."
"So he was. Doesn't mean that your father can't arrange something again."
Quatre lifted an eyebrow in amusement at her comment and Mariemaia realized she had said something to amuse him.
"My father knows about my life and happens to love my girlfriend as his own daughter," Quatre informed her, "and would never do that, especially to us."
Mariemaia had not heard that Quatre's girlfriend was in good with Raberba and cursed her luck but cheered up when she knew that was easily rectified.
"Too bad," Mariemaia said with a fake sigh of regret, "we could have been really good together."
With that she leaned up and kissed him full on the mouth, grabbing his silk covered upper arms to get a better leverage and heard the click of cameras that sounded at the kiss, taking it into photo form as proof. He jerked away from her and with the back of his hand wiped her kiss off his lips, a huge insult to anyone, and glared at her.
"Don't try that again, Mariemaia, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into."
"I love threats, Quatre," Mariemaia smiled coyly and ran a finger over her lips as if to savor the heat of his lips on hers, "so how does that charming saying go? Let the games begin."
With that the determined red head turned on her high heel and walked away with a movement of her hips that had every cameraman watching as Quatre cursed that was the last thing he needed.
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The next day Ariel Huntington was finishing packing the last of her things from her dorm room at St. Augustine Academy, since she graduated two weeks ago and had to finish moving out so that a sophomore could move into the room she had lived in for the past three years when she wasn't at her ex-stepfather's house or at her dad's in New York City, which was three hours away. Ever since her ex-stepfather married her mother over three years ago and divorced her not two and a half months after the wedding, which had been her mother's sixth, and then her father got full custody of her and let her continue to live at St. Augustine and at Winner Manor, with her ex-stepbrother turned lover and boyfriend, Quatre Winner. Raberba was like a second father to her and she loved the man, just as she loved her biological lawyer father, Raydon Huntington.
Two years haven't changed much about her. She still wore a lot of black, which was a signature thing for her even in her school uniform, her hair was cut from the past shoulders length that had grown out to almost five inches past her shoulders and was now layered so that the black streaks she dyed into her hair were more integrated into her honey-blond head and made her look even more like the Dark Angel, that her close friend Trowa Barton had called her for years. She didn't wear as much dark makeup as she used to, but she did put her eyeliner on to the corners of her eyes making them look exotic like and made her gray eyes look more mysterious. A fact that made one of her female best friends, Hilde Schbeiker grin since she had said it looked great on Ariel in the beginning of their Senior year when she had first tried it.
Most of her boxes in her room were already in her pitch-black Mustang in the parking lot downstairs, all she had to do was finish these last two boxes that had photo albums and miscellaneous junk that she had littered around her room that she didn't want to leave. Taping both boxes up and labeling them, she heard her door open and looked into the always bright blue eyes of Relena Dorlain, the Dean's daughter and her other female best-friend, whose sandy-blond hair was pulled back into her two braids that held it back so that it hung straight to her waist.
"All done, Ariel?"
"Just these two to take to my car and that's it."
Relena smiled and sighed.
"I'm going to miss the Academy."
Ariel looked at Relena.
"Your dad is still Dean, it's not like you won't be able to come here."
"I'm going to miss everything not just the school but all the things we went through."
Ariel had to nod at that. Especially their first year here was the most emotional roller coaster any of them had been on, that took Ariel into the world of sex when she, Relena and Hilde had all been virgins and that was quickly taken care of by a group called the Inners. But it all turned out for the best, since the only one she had been with was Quatre, who she loved as she never knew she could love someone so much. Relena had been traumatized by Treize Khushrenada and then brought back to reality by the unexpected hand of Heero Yuy, who had been in a relationship with Duo Maxwell. Duo was now with Hilde Schbeiker and neither one of the guys or girls could have been happier.
As much as she loved Quatre, couldn't imagine loving anyone more, she wished she got to see him more often. He had graduated from here two years ago and was going to a very prestigious college that, amazingly, all of his friends had gotten into as well. She didn't tell him yet about her surprise and hoped he would be glad about it like she was. With the bigger audience and the record deal that the band that he was in, called GW with Duo as the singer and Heero, Trowa, and Wufei Chang in the band as well, they were becoming a name on every teenager's lips for their lyrics, which she helped co-write with Duo. Sure it was great but she missed Quatre, who seemed even more busy with his dad getting him deeper involved in the Winner Company so that he was the one that was barely seen by even his band members. Even Heero and Duo came to see Relena and Hilde at least twice a week when she was lucky to see Quatre once a month.
"I know what you mean." Ariel finally admitted.
"You want me to help you with these two boxes?" Relena asked.
"Sure, grab one and I'll lock the door and drop the key off with Administrations," Ariel said, picking up a box as Relena did and they headed out the door, Ariel adjusted the boxes weight on her hip as she locked the door behind them.
Walking down the corridors and hallways to the staircase that led to the first floor, Relena told her she'd meet Ariel at her car and Ariel nodded. Walking down to the office and dropping the key off with the secretary who checked her name off the list, she backed out watching for people and turned to walk to the main doors to go out when she caught sight or rather was caught sighted by Heero, Duo and Trowa. All looked the same as they had when they graduated two years ago. Heero with dark brown hair and cold blue eyes, Duo with his chestnut braid that came to past his butt and blue-violet eyes and Trowa still had his red-brown hair, cut short with a sweep of bangs over the left side of his face and a pair of green eyes that seemed to measure you for who you were though one was always hidden. Trowa was the taller of the three and easier to spot.
"How's the Dark Angel holding up?" he asked casually, taking the box from her despite her protest.
"I'm fine," she smiled at Duo and Heero, "Relena's waiting at my car so why don't we go outside?"
Duo looked questioningly at her and as they walked out into the bright sunshine, Ariel taking her sunglasses from the top of her head and letting them rest of her nose, she looked at him.
"What?"
"Where's Quat? I thought he was going to be here to help you move out?"
Heero and Trowa waited for the answer, neither one wanting to ask what Duo would automatically given his forthright personality. Ariel just continued walking to her car, as Relena kissed Heero on the lips. Ariel opened the trunk of her car taking the box from Trowa and setting it with the others and taking the one next to her back tire where Relena had put the other down and put that into the trunk, slamming it shut when she finished. Now all four of them looked at her.
"Quat had something come up, it's no big deal guys. I had most of my things packed and taken down here yesterday."
Trowa crossed his arms over his chest.
"You let him get out of helping you again?" Trowa demanded to know.
"He's a really busy guy, Trowa. I can't make him come when he's got more important things to do."
"Now you're making excuses for him," Duo informed her, "Rie," Duo used her nickname that his girlfriend gave her their sophomore year, "you should be one of his priorities if not his top priority. Taking backseat to the business and to the band isn't going to help you when you really do need him."
"Look, I appreciate your concern and everything but I can deal. I have before and I will continue to. It's not your relationship," she added with attitude, "so just back off."
"We're only worried, Ariel," Relena said softly.
"I know, Lena but if I say I'm fine it means I'm fine, don't read into it. You'd know if I was upset about this and I'm not. When you date a guy with as much going on in his life as Quatre does, besides the band and school, you learn to accept it or it'll drive you nuts."
"Have you told him?" Trowa asked, wondering.
Ariel grinned as she opened the driver's door.
"No, but it's one way to surprise him, isn't it? So I got the whole Quat-gone situation taken care of. I love that you guys care but really, it's covered."
They got into the Jeep Wrangler, that Hilde had let Duo drive and followed Ariel, all wondering if she was as okay with everything as she seemed while Trowa knew better.
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It wasn't until two months later that Ariel got to spring her surprise on Quatre, who wasn't in his dorm room like he was supposed to be, so she sat in the common room that was between his room and Trowa's, along with the bathroom that was connected to the two reading a book, dressed in an outfit designed to get his attention. So caught up in the book she didn't realize what time it was until the clock struck five and bells tolled a gift from his father, she mused. Sitting up she heard the door open to the common room and she stood up ready to greet Quatre only to find a red head accompanying him with a very possessive and predatory look at Quatre, licking her lips over him was the term that came to Ariel's mind.
Quatre was seeming put out by the girl inviting herself into the room and came to a halt at the opened common room door to see his girlfriend standing there, dressed in a thin silky black dress with a half-black jacket with her hair down and looking too good to his denied senses from not seeing her since the night she graduated.
"Ariel, what are you doing here?" Quatre exclaimed surprised.
"I came to surprise you," she told him, eyeing Mariemaia who was doing the same to Ariel, "to tell you that I got in here and will be going to school with you."
Shocked Quatre went over and hugged her to him and kissed her lingeringly on the lips that caused Mariemaia to clear her throat loudly.
"Quatre, who is this girl?" Mariemaia demanded, hotly.
As if surprised the red head was still there, Quatre lifted his lips from the lush ones of his girlfriend and soulmate to see the angered blue eyes of Mariemaia.
"This is my girlfriend, Ariel Huntington," Quatre told her coldly wishing the girl would leave him in peace she was like a stalker these past months, "Ariel, this is Treize's younger sister, Mariemaia Khushrenada."
Using Treize's name got Ariel's attention and she did see the family resemblance to him in the red head.
"And since Daddy's company has merged with the Winner's we've been spending a lot of time together," Mariemaia told Ariel, stressing the a lot.
"I see." Ariel said, not letting the girl know how much she did see, cause it must be in the blood because Ariel could see right through the sultry red head as if she was transparent.
"I haven't seen Ariel in a while, Mariemaia so would you mind," Quatre addressed the red head and then leaving Ariel he took her by the arm and put her outside the door and firmly closed and locked the girl out.
Ariel had a laughing smirk on her lips at his audacity and as he came back, his jeans fitting his legs and butt firmly as did the white t-shirt and black jacket so that she realized just how much she missed him.
"God, I thought I'd never get rid of her," he told her against her lips, "she's been stalking me since the merger like some pest that buzzes in my ear."
"And now that she's gone?"
"I can really celebrate that you're going to be here with me." He unbuttoned her over black jacket and let it slid down her arms to lie on the chair she was against.
"You're just glad I didn't choice to go to Harvard," she informed him and pushed the jacket from his shoulders, when it was gone on the floor it was followed by his t-shirt.
"That, too."
Having had enough with the talking and having missed her, he kissed her lips to keep them occupied with him and let his hands come down to smooth the dress up her body and released her just enough to get the dress over the top of her head and he was aroused painfully as she had no underwear on and no bra. She put her arms on his chest, then moved one down to finger the top of his jeans, then unbuttoned the single button and slowly, separated the metal of the zipper as she pulled it down and moved her hand to cup his underwear that separated his sex from her questing hand. Rubbing her aching aureoles and nipples against the light sprinkle of chest hair so pale as to be non-existent on his chest, it stimulated her and made her sex weep in want of him after being denied the pleasure of him for so long.
Taking his hand, she lifted her gray eyes to see his darkened pupils and licked around his fingers, in between each digit and then took a single finger into her mouth and sucked gently on it, as he groaned and she smiled, licking the tip of his finger and then let it go to place it on her breast and wipe the moist that clung to the finger on her right nipple, massaging it in.
Having let her have her way, he moved the pants down his legs and then practically ripped his underwear off in his need to be in that pouting labia, as he backed her up, making her hit her knees on the plush chair she had recently been sitting in and fall into the chair with the guide of his large hands at the base of her spine. She moved in between her legs to the jacket and threw it away as he put pressure on her back to arch her back and bracing his feet on the floor he penetrating the inner heat he had known for so long and was only his, had only known him and a place he would never get tired of. The fit tight and sublime, as only she was and he wrapped her long, curved legs around his waist and thrust, doing deep into the channel that had been without this.
The filling of him felt so good she was lost in the sensation, holding onto the arms of the chair as he leveraged himself still deeper into her, retreating and holding just the tip inside her to tease her until her eyes opened and were almost black in color, while his were an almost storm-blue.
"Do you know how good it is to be in you?" he whispered, his breath and patience running ragged.
"Just a good as it is to have you in me." She answered, breathlessly.
He then drove in again, getting that much deeper and feeling her put her hands on his back forcing him into her to the greatest depth he could get and when he got to the place he sought, with her curving and twisting to his every movement, he lifted her still impaled on his staff and sat down with her now on top, so it was tighter and fuller so that she fit him like a vise, squeezing him in ecstasy and with a firm grip on her hips he got her to climax, his name on her lips in a chant, her breath warm on his neck as she collapsed against him her head in the curve of his shoulder as he held her as he flexed his butt and released the demon riding inside him and filled her to overflowing with his release.
She was still locked on his rigid member and as he felt her move her inner muscles around him, he continued to please her as only he could before he moved a very subdued Ariel to his bed, where he intended to keep her the rest of the night.
TBC
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Look for Chapter 2: Heated. I started thinking about this one last night and decided it was about time I get off my procrastinating behind and write the Sequel. Just to let you know that since I want to concentrate on this one, along with 'Differences In Class' and 'Prisoner To You', I am taking the rest of my stories that aren't done off but will put them back on when I finish these three. No reason to have them up if I'm not working on them. That way I don't get caught up in so many. I am moving but I want to get as many chapters done before I no longer have the computer hooked up.
~Scandalous~
May 10, 2001
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