"Demeter, reporting. Greed is dead, mission completed." Clacking echoed down the halls as she walked, burlap bag in hand.
"Good work, come back to base, Athena, Ares, Artemis, and Aphrodite should be back by now." A disembodied voice spoke into her ear. She smiled, she'd get paid and it wasn't even a hard job.
"Four?" She whispered. She heard a small intake of breath on the other line. She smiled.
"Yes?" He breathed. She could practically see him in her mind's eye.
"Are you busy tonight?" She heard him gasp. "Because you should be, I'm going to be bringing someone back to the apartment." She smirked. She was such a tease. She heard him growl lightly in frustration.
"No, I'm not busy. But I'll find something to do." He murmured, unsure. She grinned at his response.
"Alright, thanks Four, see you in a bit." She cut off the connection with one tap of her fingers, her auburn hair sweeping over her shoulder as she strode down the corridor, still fingering the rough sack holding the proof she would need. Her heels clicked relentlessly, filling the hallway with noise. She stopped and looked at the window she had come to be in front of. Her hands planted on her hips, she stood with her legs spread. Then in one smooth movement, she crashed through the window pane.
* * *
Nothing but soft noises filled the air. Muttered speech and desperate cries were all that Quatre could hear. He shoved his pillow over his head, it didn't do its duty. He could still hear everything. He grimaced as he heard a shriek and groaned at what the sound did to him.
"Shit." He muttered, making his way to the bathroom. He turned the shower on, leaving it at its coldest temperature. He stood, unable to move for fear of stopping the delicate process he'd come to befriend. He dried himself off and made his way back to his room, but paused with his hand on the doorknob. They weren't in her room. He couldn't help but watch as they tumbled on the living room floor, her lips latched onto the broad shoulders of none other than his best friend. She bit harder to muffle her scream as the man sighed, collapsing on top of her.
"Mm, that was nice." She giggled, playing with the male's hair. She kissed him full on the lips. Quatre gulped, seething quietly, he strode back to his room in a huff. She'd slept with Trowa on their apartment floor. In the living room no less, that used to be his favorite room to read in. Screw that, oh wait, no, screw Makoto, on the floor, on their living room carpet, courtesy of Trowa.
"Yes it was." Trowa's low baritone reached Quatre's ears before he could close the door. He turned the lock and slid down to the floor, leaning back on the wooden plank separating him from the naked woman of his dreams… and her current lover.
Quatre's fist opened and closed as he thought of her. She'd never do anything with him, for all he knew, she thought he was gay. Then again, he'd never done anything to prove her otherwise. He'd always been picky about what clothes her wore, and he'd never dated. Then again, that was because he was saving everything for her. Not saying she did the same thing. They were best friends. Best Friends. His head dropped. That was the worst possible position for a man to ever be in. He was best friends with the girl of his dreams, and not only that, but she was swarmed with men on a daily basis. She and her best friends graced the night clubs everyday without fail, whether it be for fifteen minutes or hours on end. She was the only single one left, and she had no problems with one-night stands. If anything, she thrived upon the adrenaline rush that came with the lack of name. Of course, she always made sure they were clean first, and she was on birth control, but of course, the man still had to have a condom on hand. If not, too bad.
Quatre kept one in his back pocket at all times. Just in case something between them happened. He didn't want such a minor mistake to cost him the chance of a lifetime. The noises started once more and Quatre growled. Then again, he could always just imagine himself with her instead. Yeah, that would have to do for now.
* * *
She woke up, looking to her right she saw the face she'd seen last night hovering over her. She had to admit, Trowa was a very gifted man, she'd been seeing him for about a month now, steadily. He had more claim than most men who'd known her their entire lives. She planted a kiss on his cheek as she traced circles on his chest.
"Good morning." She cooed as his eyes blinked open. She slowly lay herself on top of him once more before pulling away, he groaned heatedly in reply as she giggled. "Get up Trowa." She pulled him up for a kiss and left him as he sat up, rumpling his hair.
"Jeez, that was some night wasn't it." He grinned cheekily at the memory as he grabbed her hand and brought her back to him. He kissed her neck slowly, going over the dark red marks from their previous activities. Makoto only winked in reply as she stepped out into the empty space still naked. She stalked over to Quatre's room, fixing her hair before knocking. The door swung open to reveal Quatre sopping wet, half-naked, and staring.
"M-Makoto. Uh, what are you uh, um." He trailed off, his train of thought gone as he ogled her. She rolled her eyes and tipped his head so his gaze met hers.
"I was just wondering if you got a good sleep last night." She looked up at him innocently. Quatre just stuttered out an affirmative before slamming the door shut. She returned to her room to find Trowa still sprawled out on her bed. "Hey Trowa?" She asked him, poking his bicep, smiling as she found it firm and strong. He stretched, flexing the muscle as he turned to look at her.
"Yeah?" He grunted out. He wasn't much of a talker, not when actually being spoken to anyway. He was loud when he wanted to be, she could vouch for it.
"I was thinking, do you think I'll ever get Quatre?" She sighed as he pulled her into an embrace, participated half-heartedly. Trowa kissed her temple softly before releasing her so he could see her in her entirety.
"If not, he's blind." He made his point clear as he nuzzled into the hollow of her neck.
"I'm starting to wonder." She commented, as she fell back into her thoughts. She didn't know how much longer she could keep tempting him before he snapped.