Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Affair ❯ Chapter 3

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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Because if I did, Heero would have married Relena at the end of that serious! Darn him!

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Chapter 3

The Affair by Kuno-baby

It had a week before Une and Noin spoke together again and right off the bat, Noin was ready to taunt.

"So how's the young stud?" Noin gleefully asked.

Une groaned into the vid-screen, putting her hands over her eyes. Noin's laughter rang out loudly through the link. Une was glad she was in the safety of her office where no one could hear.

"That good, huh? What? Don't give me that look. I bet you haven't had a full nights sleep in days, am I right?" Noin questioned.

"Yes, okay. We've been going at it like rabbits. Happy now?" Une reported, disgruntled.

"Ecstatic. So what's the problem?"

"The problem is he's relentless. And I'm not talking about the sex. I'm talking about his wanting a relationship. He wants us to be open about it. He keeps telling me he's in love with me."

"What? The monster! How dare he actually fall in love with you and want a serious relationship! The nerve!" Noin pointed out, rolling her eyes.

"You know what, sarcasm is not a good look for you." Une snapped back.

"You love him, otherwise he wouldn't scare you much. Is it really about age or more about you being afraid to love again?" asked Noin.

It got really quiet on Une's end and Noin felt sympathetic toward her friend. She knew Trieze was the root of all her fears.

"Une, I can't tell you how to live your life, but you have a great guy who you like and respect. He loves you and is not the type of guy to say it unless he meant it."

Une sighed, leaning her head into her hand. "I don't want to hurt him, Lu. But I just don't think I can trust my heart to another man."

Noin nodded in understanding, while silently cursing Trieze Kushrenada, wherever he was, heaven or hell.

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"Well, if it isn't my long lost brother, Trowa. I almost didn't recognize you, seeing as I've only caught sight of the back of you head these past weeks!" Catherine quipped.

Trowa had the grace to blush as he stood quietly at the entrance of her circus tent. He bent down to hug his big sister. She smiled prettily for him to let him know all was forgiven. Like all older siblings, she was very protective of him and a big jokester...always at his expense.

"What's her name?" she asked, when they separated.

"Who's name?" Trowa blinked.

"Trowa, I'm not crazy! You've been going off for months now at all hours of day and night. And you don't come home for days. Unless you've got another big sister on the side, it has to be a woman...or a man?"

"It's not a man!" He sat down on the clothes chest in the tent where they stored costumes and waited as she gave him a searching look. He still remained quiet, so she went and picked up a small hand mirror to check her makeup.

"You know her already. Lady Une. The colonel who leads the Preventers." Trowa sighed.

"Pull the other one. Now who is she?" Catherine smiled, smoothing down her red hair to prevent any fly away curls.

He didn't say anything more except continue to look at her. Her eyes widened in the realization that he wasn't joking.

"Oh. Oh, my goodness! But she's older than you?" Catherine said, quite amazed with one hand over her mouth.

"Not you too! Look, so what if she's older than me. I don't care. I have enough problems without you harping on age." Trowa growled, frustrated.
"What problems?" Catherine asked, feeling her protective instincts rise up. She went over to where he sat, nudged him over and put her arm around him for comfort.

"Une has issues with our age, but I know it has more to do with a past relationship she had. Her old relationship was difficult for her and caused problems that have taken a long time to get past."

"Do you love her, Trowa?" Catherine asked, rubbing his shoulders.

"Yes. As hard a time as she's given me, I don't think I can live without her." Trowa nodded.

Catherine was moved to tears. Her baby brother was in love and she was so happy for him. "Trowa, if she's the one, age doesn't mean a thing in the long run. I wish you all the luck in the world."

"Thanks Cathy."

"Oh, and by the way." Standing up again, Catherine drew back her arm to punch Trowa hard in the stomach.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?" He gasped out.

"That's what you get for hiding your girlfriend from me!" Catherine frowned at him, before it instantly became a smile.

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Une sat in her office going over lists of new recruits. Usually Heero would handle that, but he was a mission, so it came to her. Not that she minded what others considered grunt work. All recruits were given approval by her anyway.

But she couldn't concentrate. Her conversation with Noin had stayed on her mind. Trowa really was what any woman would look for in a man. He was intelligent, gentle, compassionate with a great sense of humor. But Trieze had left such a deep scar within her. She'd loved him all the intensity of first love. She'd molded herself to his liking and that had spilt her personality in two. When he'd died, she been without purpose. The Preventers gave her a new purpose in life. Even the intense feelings of betrayal over the discovery of Mariemaia had lessened after she'd taken the misguided child in. She was raising his child not only because it was his, but because she knew what it felt like to be alone. She loved Mariemaia and didn't want her to ever experience that.

Trowa made her happy. She'd given him nothing but a hard time and he still professed to loving her. That scared her and pleased her too. She just might love him, but admitting it was another matter.

"Um, Commander Une, your 12 o'clock appointment is here."

Startled out of her thoughts, Une took a minute to realize her secretary was speaking through the intercom.

"Send him in, please." Une said, shifting the lists to the side on her desk, standing up to greet her visitor.

The door opened to reveal Trowa carrying a wicker basket. Her nosy secretary was seen raising her eyebrows before the door was shut in her face.

"Now see this is funny. I thought I had an appointment with Senator Divaggio, but you don't look like a short, bald guy." Une remarked sardonically, arms crossed.

"Sorry to disappoint. I brought you lunch since I know you never remember to eat." Indicating the basket, he moved pass her to set it on her desk.

He looked incredibly sexy with a dark green shirt and jeans. The green really intensified his eyes and made her a little weary of his intentions.

"No thank you for bringing me lunch, kiss?" Trowa remarked with a sly smile. He thought she looked especially beautiful in her dark grey suit, but too serious for his taste. He'd have to fix that.

Une watched him like a someone would a poisonous snake, but she kissed him on the cheek anyway.

"You can do better than that." Grasping her arms, he pulled her forward so they were touching chest to chest. Resting one hand on the small of her back, Trowa let her feel his excitement through their clothing.

"I thought you were here just to bring me lunch." Une sneered.

He grinned unabashed. "That too."

"Food! I need food!" Une gasped dramatically, which got him laughing.

"Okay, okay. Food it is." Releasing her, he unfastened the baskets lock to show her what he'd brought to eat. Inside was a bottle of wine, two glasses, fruits and cheeses, sliced ham, rolls and potato salad.

"If you tell me you cooked and prepared all this yourself, I'll eat my desk." Une said, though she was impressed by the small banquet in front of her.

"I can cook...just not any of this. I bought this at the deli up the street. Though, the basket is mine." he grinned.

"Thank you. This is lovely. So let's eat." Une was frankly touched.

Lunch was a nice, intimate affair for them. They just enjoyed being in each others company.

"Have dinner with me tonight. Out in public, Anne." Trowa asked, finishing up his glass of wine.

"I-I have so much work to do, Trowa." Une flustered under his gaze. *Why did he make her feel like some young school girl?*

"Come now, you can make up a better excuse than that. How about you're washing your hair tonight or better yet, you're drying it tomorrow night. Damnit, why do you keep doing this?" Trowa yelled.

"If I'm so much of a problem, maybe you shouldn't even bother." Une snapped back angrily, jumping up from her chair.

"I must really scare you, don't I? Good. Maybe you need to be shaken up a bit. Well, I'm sorry I embarrass you, but you're going to have to get use to it. You'll have to be seen in public with me sometimes. Afraid I'll get carded?"

"You can joke about it, but it's a serious matter. Why can't you see we're too different? The only thing we have in common is sex!"

"Liar. We have a lot more than that, you're just too much of a coward to see it. We enjoy the same things. Music, intellect, foods, sense of humor and yes, amazing sex. Tell me you don't feel a connection when we're together?" he asked

She turned her back on him. "Thank you for lunch, but I think you should go."

"That's enough Anne, I've had it! Don't treat me like a child. I'm not a damn child who needs its mother to hold its hand and wipe its ass!" Trowa snapped.

Pushing her back into her chair, he fought for control. She made him so mad!

"Okay, I'm younger than you. Get over it. I don't plan on leaving any time soon. Anne, I might want to strangle you right now, but I also love you. I want to marry you someday."

Une choked at the thought as she watched him rage at her. What?!

"You should know by now that age means nothing. Hell, I was a damn Gundam pilot at fifteen. I am a man, not a little boy. I think I've proven that enough times for you."

She blushed at his meaning but knew he was right. She'd been using the same, poor excuse, when it only slightly bothered her. His feelings worried her more.

Bending down on one knee, he kneeled in front of her. Reaching out he stroked her long, brown locks with one hand, while he picked up her left hand and kissed her knuckles.

"I'm in love with you, Anne and I'll keep saying it until you get use to the ideas. I'm not him. I don't want to control you, bend you to my will. I just want you to accept me. Accept us. Without conditions."

He pressed his lips against Une's and felt them tremble. Deepening the kiss, he pulled her forward to the edge of the chair. No matter what he had to do, she would be his.

He felt her lightly touch his stomach and stopped breathing as he prayed she'd go lower. Touching him, she lowered her hand even more and he groaned aloud. It was too much for any man to take. He grabbed her suddenly to tumble her to the floor.

He laid on top of her, pressed against her closed thighs. She smiled up at him, running her fingers through his gravity defying bang. Grabbing her wrist, he placed a kiss into her calm and smiled as her eyes softened. She had to love him back, he knew it had to be more than lust. Knowing he was too far gone with desire, he skipped the long drawn out foreplay. He pulled her up, raised her hips and pulled her skirt down, flinging it over his shoulders.

Une laughed softly at his haste until he was kissing her, all over her body. Clothes were hastily tossed aside until they were naked on the floor of her office.

"My secretary is probably already listening at the door." Une whispered.

"Then let's give her something to talk about." Trowa pressed his fingers between her legs, testing her arousal. She was more than ready for him. He eased his fingers inside a bit deeper than the last time and she rocked against it. He looked down at her and thought he'd died and gone to heaven. Slowly, he reached down to ready himself to enter her. He came over her, into her. She stiffened for a bit before relaxing in his arms. They rocked with one another, slowly at first before picking up speed. Loud moans and shouts rang out in the room as they did indeed give her secretary something to talk about.

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After the scene in her office, Une was persuaded to leave for the day to spend time with Trowa. Just the surprised look on her secretaries face was a highlight of the day. She never felt so light and happy...loved. They went to the park and sat on a bench arguing jokingly over feeding scraps of their lunch to the ducks.

Leaning her head against his shoulder, they held hands. "It's not you, Trowa. Relationships scare me. I gave myself completely over to Trieze and it broke me in the end. I don't want to lose myself over any man again." Une murmured.

Trowa stayed quiet, knowing that had been a huge step for her. "I don't want to ever hurt you. Anne, I've been alone all my life. A normal life with a family and friends isn't something I ever thought I'd experience. But I have friends now, family and you. That's all I want."

He kissed the top of her head and smiled when she snuggled close.

She remained silent for a few moments before she whispered, "I love you too."

Trowa blinked in shock before it finally registered in his brain. She said it! And she wouldn't have unless she meant it! He tilted her chin up and smiled at her ill expression. He pressed his lips to hers. "Good because I love you back. Now just keep saying that to me over and over until you get use to it."

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"You have a date tonight, momma? I thought you said no more blind dates until the second coming?" Mariemaia asked, sitting on her mother mattress watching her style her hair.

"Uh, it's not a blind date, Mari. I know this person." Une answered, deciding to leave her hair loose.

"Who is it? Come on, tell me!" Mariemaia begged, bouncing on the bed with childish gaiety.

Une turned to her daughter in anxiety. How would she react to her dating Trowa?

"Come here, honey. I have something to tell you." Une said, patting her lap for Mariemaia to sit down. Once she did, she quickly went over the clean version of their relationship and that they were now a couple. She waited on pins and needles for her childs reply.

"You and Trowa? Cool! Is he going to marry you and be my new dad?" Mariemaia gasped, excited.

That wasn't quite the reaction Une was expecting.

"You're not upset?" Une asked

"Heck no. Trowa's cool. Besides, you don't want to end up some old maid, do you?" Mariemaia asked, with her arms around her mothers shoulders.

"Old Maid?! I'm still a young woman-?! Why you little tease!" Une gawked, watching her daughter burst into laughter and fall off her lap. She was rolling around the floor in hilarity.

"Seriously, I'm happy for you. More power to you to, mom." Mariemaia grinned up at her mom.

Une shook her head and wondered what she had gotten herself into.

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When Trowa arrived to pick Une up for dinner, Mariemaia raced past Gloria to answer the door.

"Hey, Trowa. Heard you got the hots for my mom, huh?" Mariemaia smirked, holding the door open for him to come in.

"Mariemaia!" Une and Gloria shouted in unison.

Trowa laughed at their horrified expressions. Yup, he'd always liked the kid and know he knew why. She had a mouth like his sassy sister.

Une looked stunning in a yellow off the shoulder silk dress with matching shoes and purse. She looked beautiful in any color, but in yellow she shined. Trowa was dressed in all black, which really brought out his eyes. They checked each other out, before Gloria discreetly coughed.

They headed for the door but not before Mariemaia got the last word.

"Remember, you bring her back home at a decent hour. And no naughty business, Trowa. Mom has work tomorrow!" Mariemaia called as they walked down the drive way to a waiting car. She probably would have yelled more if Gloria hadn't yanked her back inside.

"Well, you heard her, Anne. No hanky panky tonight." Trowa winked.

"Oh shut up." She laughed.

You must all be saying I like to beat up on Trowa a lot. I didn't realize I beat him up in all of my fics until someone pointed it out. Poor Trowa. I really do like him. But Cathy did have a point. Bad boy! Anyway, hope you all liked this. Keep reviewing please. All the comments are sweet and some quite hilarious. Bye!