FINALLY FINISHED! Last chapter, I did go through and change the name from Corey to Chris. I didn't even realize I had changed it. Whoops. Thanks to all who pointed it out to me and reviewed. Enjoy!
Exiting the vehicle at the corner of the main fashion street down town, Noin, Midii, Dorothy, Hilde Faith and Sally entered the first shop they found.
"Hey Dorothy, did you hear Quatre's finally asked Sylvia Noventa to be his date on Saturday?" Noin asked.
The long haired blonde stopped dead in her tracks and groaned. "Sylvia!? Why her?" She unenthusiastically pulled a pale pink gown off the rack admiring the bead work. "Seriously, of all people, why her?"
"Come on Faith." Hilde pulled her further into the store. "So what are you thinking?" The small pixie pulled a light blue strapless gown out and held it up to her frame.
Faith pulled up a couple of dresses, "I don't know, something simple. I'm not real frilly and neither is Heero."
"Great, so "She looked around the store. "We're looking for the boring section." She teased.
Holding up a simple black evening gown with a large skirt she rolled her eyes. "I was thinking more elegant." She put the gown back smirking playfully at her cousin's wife.
"Same difference." She waved it off before pulling out shimmery silver, curve hugging mermaid tail gown. "You should try this one on. I think it would work well with your eyes."
Knowing resistance was futile she hung the dress over her arm before looking for more.
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After four hours and six different shops later she was about at the end of her wits and patients with trying on different gowns and dresses. Everyone had found their dress, with the exception of Sally who found her dress before they had arrived at the mansion.
All the girls disagreed on everything she had tried on, too short, to long, to flashy, to boring, to high cut to low cut….on and on the critique went.
Standing in the dressing room with the curtain drawn she stood in her undergarments glaring at the last gown. "At this rate I'm going in a garbage bag." She muttered receiving a giggle from Hilde who was standing just outside to help with any buttons or zippers.
"We'll find you something." She comforted.
Pulling on the floor length gown she adjusted everything so it sat correctly and pulled on the little jacket and putting her hair into a low messy bun. "Alright I'm coming out, this is the last one."
The dress was a rich tan color with a black strapless ,sheer fabric over that held intricate bead work that cascaded down the dress into a delicate floral pattern with sheer matching jacket that came to rest below her bosom and the sleeves ended mid for arm*. Classy and Elegant, everything she was looking for but she was almost positive someone would find something wrong with it. Taking a deep breath she exited the small sanctuary.
She was met with silence and stares. Feeling all the eyes scrutinizing her she blushed. "That bad huh?" She fidgeted with the hem on the jacket.
"Faith, it's gorgeous." Hilde smiled wiping nonchalantly at her eyes. "You're beautiful."
That broke the silence that had come over the group. Everyone offered their opinion on hair, shoes, jewelry and everything else she would need. So they set of for the next store and to lunch.
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The night of the ball was upon them, everyone getting ready in their rooms, the ballroom was receiving final touches to make sure everything was perfect. She was sure it would be, from what she had heard f from everyone about Quatre and his sisters they were sure to not disappoint in the grandeur of the evening.
Sitting in front of the vanity mirror she sat in a simple silk robe while pinning her long hair into an elegant bun at the nape of her neck curling a few pieces to give the look a more relaxed feel. Her stomach was still in knots, she didn't care for crowds. Everyone who had stayed at the mansion had been nothing but nice to her, she felt as if she had gained some new friends while visiting for the short while, but after this weekend she would return to her life on the colony, alone in her apartment, thinking about the man who still haunted her.
She shook her head slightly not wanting to travel down the dark path way her mind was always so ambitious to travel. She stood and shed her robe before applying a soft scented lotion to her entire body before pulling on her undergarments and securing her silk nylons to her black garter belt. Returning to her spot before the vanity she lightly did her makeup, smoky eyes, a bit of blush and a pale lipstick.
The soft music from the string quartet drifted through the homes speaker system, it was soothing and beautiful. She made her way over to the balcony doors at the snow covered gardens, the shrubs and pathways had been decorated with soft white lights giving the space an almost fairy like appearance, apparently the large patio deck area held a heated floor that was kept warm enough for people to visit the gardens even in the dead of winter. It was lit with large stone fire pits, and tea lights, very romantic, the fountain that was in the center was carefully orchestrated with the music.
Turning from the door she pulled on her dress, shoes, and finally the jacket. Checking the time, she gave her reflection one more glance and grabbed her clutch. Closing the door behind her she took a deep calming breath to center herself, while also waiting to see if her cousin would be joining her on her way down, with no sign of them she decided to stop stalling, knowing Heero would come looking for her if she took too much longer.
Confidently she strode down the hall where the music and voices grew louder announcing guests had arrived. At the top of the grand stair case she watched as people were being shuffled from the foyer to the ballroom, Men and women, young and old, all dressed up and ready for an evening of fun.
Heero stood in a standard tux with no tie, the top three buttons undone and his hair as unruly as ever. His hand was held to his ear and he said something softly in response. When he saw her his jaw dropped ever so slightly, recovering quickly he let his hand drop and his face once again held his trademark smirk as he watched her descend the stairs. As a true gentleman he offered his hand to help her down the last few steps.
She looked around nervously. "Am I late?" She asked softly, her eyes looking anywhere but at him.
"No."
She felt more nervous under his intense stare. "Do I look alright?"
He captured her chin gently between his thumb and forefinger, guiding her to look into his eyes. "You're stunning." He reassured her with a slight smile.
She smiled brightly at him for the first time in a long time. It was beautiful. He stepped to her right and entwined her arm with his guiding her to the main hall.
She leaned over to whisper in his ear. "You're not so bad yourself." She laughed as a light blush tinted his cheeks.
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The ball room was decorated as a winter wonderland, or maybe and Ice palace. White gold and silver adorned every aspect of the room, gossamer hung from the ceiling and billowed out swaying towards the large French windows where they pooled in beautiful puddles on the floor, soft lights offered a peaceful feeling on the outskirts of the room. The tables held white linen clothes, the centerpieces were of gold and silver pebbles in a clear vase filled with candles, little gold and silver snowflakes had been sprinkled about the table as well.
"Dance with me." Heero led her out to the middle of the dance floor and spun her out before holding her in his expert frame for the tender waltz that drifted in the air. He spoke softly to her about random topics making her laugh and smile; all while simultaneously scanning the room for any and all threats. He spun her out again making her laugh as he twirled her in catching her in his arms against his chest leaning his head on her shoulder feeling her shake with laughter.
Someone tapped Heero on the shoulder and he took the defensive on reflex putting her behind him.
"Can I cut in?" Dou asked as he offered his hand to his cousin.
Heero took Hilde from him and twirled her onto the floor.
Dou bowed with exaggeration making his cousin giggle. He wasn't near Heero's level of smoothness but he did have some skill in the ways of dance, however very basic. They swayed slowly from side to side, Dou adorned a much more relaxed version of a tux, no jacket, but white button down shirt, black tailored pants, cufflinks and his hair braided ever so nicely down his back.
"Having fun?" He smiled. He was happy to see she was enjoying herself.
She nodded, "Yes, surprisingly I am." She smiled brightly at him.
"I…"He stopped. "Well, you see-," He stammered.
"Dou," She stopped moving letting her hands fall from his shoulder, motioning for him to follow her. She looked back knowing Heero was watching carefully. She gave him a small smile and a curt nod before getting off the dance floor.
"She'll be ok Heero." Hilde offered. "Thank you." She smiled as they began dancing again. "For taking such good care of her," She watched as he swept the room visually again. "She talks to you, opens up to you in such a way I don't think Dou could ever hope to get her to talk to him."
He only nodded, still going through the steps of the dance.
"Hey, is that Relena?" She indicated the door way.
Heero followed her line of sight and thought his heart was never going to start back up again. She was beautiful, long white off the shoulder gown with mage sleeves, a red and blue sash indicating her status and family. Her long honey blonde hair was pulled into a French twist that revealed her beautiful features. A sharp tug on his jacket sleeve brought him back to the woman in his arms.
"Not now Heero. She brought a date. Let her mingle a bit then go talk to her. For now let's get me a drink." She pulled him over to the bar.
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Dou snagged two flutes of champagne off the tray of a passing waiter and handed one to Faith. They settled near the balcony doors.
"Now what is it Dou." She prompted enjoying the cool breeze from the patio.
He rubbed the back of his head. "It's just….I wanted to let you know." He slammed his drink. "ThatifyourhappywithHeeroththeni'mhappyforyou." He said in such a rush she couldn't make out a word of what he said.
"Say that again? I didn't catch it." She giggled.
"I wanted to let you know that….I've been talking with Hilde, and watching you and Heero. He makes you smile, makes you happy. "He sighed. "And I've come to the conclusion that I would rather see you happy with my best friend, then depressed and sad all the time. I'm happy for you." He cupped her face looking into her eyes to let her know how serious he was.
She smiled then laughed out loud drawing the attention of the people surrounding them.
Dou looked shocked and slightly miffed. "What." He demanded not liking being left out of the joke.
"Heero and I are just friends Dou. We've been telling you that since the beginning. There is nothing between us." She let her hand rest on his arm. "But thank you."
"But…you guys slept together. You're so close and get along really well…" He said lowly leaning into her so their conversation wouldn't be over heard.
She leaned into him too. "Right, bonehead," She leaned back. "I swear Dou you don't ever listen. Look, when I found him I was able to fix his wounds but he developed a fever. I didn't have any other way to help bring the fever down so I decided it would have to break. I needed his temperature to rise so I piled on every blanket in the house. After an hour that still hadn't worked, so I did the next thing I can think of. I slipped into bed with him and held him." She smiled as she revealed the story to her kin. "We fell asleep and his fever broke. That's what we've been meaning by we slept together. That's why we're so close. He hated me for the longest time for doing it. Then he was able to repay me by saving me from being discovered by OZ. He knew you were my cousin. He kept me safe." She summed up with a smirk at this expression.
Dou was shocked. He had no idea that they had been through that much. He shook his head. "So you guys never…did it."
She rolled her eyes and walked away. She made her way over to the table where Noin and Zechs were sitting watching the couples on the dance floor.
"Faith, you look beautiful. "Noin smiled rubbing her extended belly beneath the dark blue gown she wore.
Zechs stood and pulled out a chair for their new young friend.
"Thank you." She scooted in picking at the small snowflakes on the table. Zechs checked his watch and excused himself to check in with the security team and make his rounds to the other party members but not before he offered to get them drinks. He returned with champagne and a glass of sparkling juice before kissing his wife's exposed shoulder and letting himself be swept away by the controlled chaos of the sea of people.
"So Miss Noin how are you feeling?" She sipped her champagne.
"Fat, slow, like a whale. And just think only three more months to go." She smirked.
"I think you look stunning. That color really suits you." She smiled. "So have you and Zechs figured out a name yet?"
"Oh we're not quite seeing eye to eye on that." She scoffed as she watched her sister in law talk with a few diplomats, her eyes wandering to the head of security over by the bar.
"Do you know if it's a boy or girl?"
"No we want to be surprised. But I like the name Adam he likes Dmitri, I like the name Amelia he likes Darcy." She sighed.
"Well I think either name would suit the baby just fine. Those are all beautiful."
"Thank you." She finished her juice. Sitting up a bit straighter she found more and more diplomats making their way to the stage. She wanted to stay and make sure that she was there for when Quatre delivered his speech but the baby had other plans, like doing back flips on her bladder making the decision for her.
"Faith," She started. "I know this is super awkward but could you help me in the bathroom. As gorgeous as the dress is it's a bitch when I have to pee."
She stood and offered her hands to help her friend. "Of course. Should we tell Heero-"
"He'll see you; I swear he's not even scanning the room. Just looking at you and Relena," She smirked waddling from the room. "I want to hurry so I can hear the speech." She let her new companion know why there was such urgency.
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Quatre sighed and exited his room, everyone else had already gathered in the room, all except his date. She was waiting down the hall in another room. He was dressed to the nines, tux, and cufflinks with the Winner insignia, shiny shoes and a straight bow tie. He knocked on the door and waited for an answer.
She opened the door and struck a pose leaning on the door frame. Her dress was a bright stunning hibiscus color with a jeweled neckline that plunged deep enough to just barely contain her. Her hair was in soft curls down her back and over her shoulder.
He swallowed hard. This was going to be a long night. "You look, nice Sylvia." He complemented her.
She smirked and pulled him into a kiss before he pulled away with a light flush at her forwardness. "You should see what's under the dress." She kissed his cheek letting her lips linger near his ear. "Or what's Not under the dress."
He couldn't help the blood rushing south; he was a hot blooded male after all who hadn't let himself go since the day he had left his one time lover. He couldn't help it, but it didn't stop him from mentally chastising himself for being so weak. "We should go." He offered his arm to her.
Together they descended the stairs and entered the room where the people erupted in applause. He nodded and smiled shyly at the people in attendance while his date seemed to love the attention and waved and smiled while holding tighter onto the moguls arm.
He ascended the three steps to the stage where he seated his date, shook some hands with important politicians before taking his place at the podium set up at the head of the room. Taking out a few note cards he addressed the room, ready to give his speech.
"Welcome my friends; I just wanted to say it is wonderful that you could make it here again this year as we join together in remembering those who gave the ultimate sacrifice so we can enjoy the peace we have today." He scanned the crowd noting where the former pilots were among the vast nameless faces so he could find them later and chat with them.
"Over the last year we have all experienced great joy, and heartfelt loss, I know my father who was at the forefront of helping to rebuild the Colonies and Earth, as his son I fully intend to see my father's dream fulfilled."
Applause erupted from the crowd at the young man's words.
"This dream however can't be achieved alone. It will take all of us to make sure that peace is maintained and treasured by all, only then can the dream of everyone truly become a reality. Thank you."
He stepped back as the crowd applauded once more. He shook hands again and collected his date, he wanted to talk with his friends and just get back to being normal old Quatre, not the multi billionaire with the weight of the world on his shoulders. The first person he wanted to check in with was Heero; he hoped he wouldn't be stopped to often and lose him.
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The basic use of the facilities was made much more difficult by the dress Noin wore. As they tried to quickly make their way back from the powder room they heard the thunderous applause from the crowd when they entered the stage was empty and Noin led Faith through the sea of people to the table where her husband was sitting.
"You missed it." Was all he said as he pulled out her chair.
"Yea well, it's all your fault. Your child is sitting on my bladder." She put her hands on her hips, kind of.
He laughed, bowed and took her hand kissing the inside of her wrist. "Dance with me?" He asked looking up at her through his bangs giving her the look he knew she couldn't resist.
She giggled, "Isn't that how we ended up in this mess in the first place?" She rolled her eyes letting him lead her onto the dance floor.
Faith watched the two and sat at the now vacant table. Watching everyone she sighed. It was a fun evening but she couldn't help but feel like she was left out somehow, with not having someone special on this festive occasion.
Someone quietly moved into the chair next to her. The sudden appearance of the new comer made her jump physically. "God, Heero you cared me." She smiled.
"Sorry, I was gone for so long, I didn't mean to-"
"It's ok, you're working, I know. Plus, Relena's here." She smirked knowing he was constantly aware of the young diplomat.
"Dance with me." He stood offering his hand again.
She took his hand and once again let him lead her onto the dance floor. Since the speech was over the dance floor was a bit more crowded than before.
"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?" He asked guiding her in his own fluid way through the dance.
"A few times." She smiled.
"In case you were wondering," He pulled her closer. "It's still true."
She giggled, "Thank you. " He spun her out and right into the back of a blonde gentleman.
"I'm so sorry," She gently touched his arm as she steadied herself. "My dance partner-" She stopped, the smile fell crashing from her face. His face held just as much shock as her own. "Chris?" She questioned, her voice trembled so much it came out in a very soft whisper.
Heero stepped up at the sudden change in his date, trying to figure out what was going on.
The tight blonde on the man's arm smirked at the woman's reaction she smiled ever so sweetly. "Sorry sweetie, his name is Quatre." She sneered not liking that she seemed to capture his attention in a way she never had come close too.
"Hey Faith," Dou danced by with Hilde noting the staring match between them. "See you finally met Quatre. Quatre this is my cousin-" He teased but stopped as he watched the color drain from her face.
"Faith-"
Heero tensed when he realized what she had called him. This was the man that had caused her so much pain over the last few months, the reason for her slip into depression. How could he not have seen it in the way she talked about him? It was like a slap in the face to the man who prided himself on seeing the bigger picture and the finer details most often over looked.
"Faith," Quatre breathed softly and reached for her hand taking it in his. His heart soared. She was really here, within his reach, he knew that they could-
*Slap* the sound resounded over the stunned crowd; she had just openly slapped the parties host. "Don't touch me." She yanked her hand away pegging him with a hard glare.
He recovered quickly. "Faith, please….I'm so sorry."
"Don't" She stepped back as he took a step forward. She turned from him and made her way through the crowd leaving the small group in stunned silence.
Heero tracked her; she was making her way to the main exit. She was stopped by two large Corp members who had seen the "assault". He pulled his wrist up and spoke into his com link. "Let her go."
They parted.
"What the hell was that?" Sylvia crossed her arms under her breasts. She waited for Quatre to answer. Instead he froze when Dou stepped into his way glaring at his former brother in arms.
He said nothing but didn't move out of his way, he was not sure what was going on but he was ready to protect his cousin.
Heero on the other hand wasn't so silent. He growled at the former 04 pilot. "Are you just going to stand there and let her get away?"
Quatre said nothing but simply followed the path that she had travelled moments before.
"What was that about?" Dou asked now that the tension seemed to dissipate.
"Dou," Hilde pulled his ear down so she could whisper the explanation of what had just happened.
"WHAT!" He roared.
"Calm down, he'll fix it."
"Or we'll beat him." Heero finished.
Sylvia rolled her eyes and found the whole conversation rather boring but now she was bored and dateless. It was then she found an old lover of hers alone at a table, she adjusted her breasts and sashayed over to her old flame.
Heero turned and came face to face with the woman he had been watching all night. "Relena." His shock was kept under control. He had been so focused on the situation with Faith he hadn't heard her approach him from behind.
"Good evening Mr. Yuy." She smiled politely.
They said nothing, they didn't need to say anything, and he bowed to the Vice Foreign Minister before collecting her in his arms and guiding her into the waltz.
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He jogged up the stairs two at a time as she had just reached the landing walking as quickly as her gown would allow her too. He had to get her before she reached her room, which he was sure was in the opposite direction of where she was headed. Instead of taking a left to the guest rooms, she took a right leading her down the hall to where his room was located. At any other time he would have smirked at her mistake and his good fortune but he wasn't out of the woods yet. Watching her come to a split in the floor planning she looked left and right before she went to the double doors at the end of the hall, Quatre's room.
He caught her arm just before she put her hand on the handle. "Faith wait!" He called. He still couldn't comprehend that she was here.
She spun to face him. "Don't touch me." She demanded.
He pulled back as if he had been burned.
She felt anger surging just beneath the hurt, betrayal and love."You lied to me." Her eyes filled with tears.
He sighed running his hand from his hair down his face. "I know, I'm sorry." He sighed. In all the ways he imagined their reunion this scenario had never crossed his mind. He had always seen them meeting and ending up in bed together.
"You're sorry." She growled. "You're Sorry?!" She took a step towards him. "Please explain to me which part you are sorry for. Telling me you name was Chris, for saving me from my screwed up life, or could it possibly be for sleeping with me and leaving. Leaving me with nothing but a NOTE!" she hollered.
He took a step forward now, pinning her between the wall and himself. "Yes, I'm sorry for how I left; I wanted to tell you everything. Right from the beginning but I couldn't. I couldn't risk it for you. You have meant so much to me." He grasped her hand and pulled it over his heart beneath his tux coat.
He was warm, his hard muscles were just as she had remembered them feeling. She couldn't let herself be brought back down the path that was so uncertain.
"My heart broke that day I left. You've haunted my dreams, my every waking moment. I see you everywhere, hear you everywhere. I love –"
"Don't," She yanked her hand away, trembling slightly. "Don't you dare say that to me."
"It's true." He pressed against her, his erection pulsing, begging to be buried within her. "I love you."
Tears finally broke free, no longer able to feel them back. "But you left. Why didn't you tell me? Did you think I wouldn't understand?"
He cupped her face in his hands. "No, I knew you would. I wasn't thinking straight. My father had just died, I wanted to take you with me, to tell you everything but I couldn't. I didn't know what else to do. As soon as I left I regretted it. I went back to look for you but you were gone." He confessed kissing away the tears until he found her trembling lips and let himself moan softly at the feel of her soft full lips against his.
His memories of her lips and her supple body had not done them justice. He pressed against her, pulling back to breathe his lips settled near her ears.
"I've missed you. You've kept me awake at night. Haunted my every thought. I'm so sorry." He said between kisses.
She melted into his embrace unable to resist any longer. Not that her body would have allowed her to. She had missed him just as much as he had missed him.
Slowly she responded letting her hands rest on his pectorals under his warm jacket letting her hands slowly slid up to his shoulders and into his hair. She moaned as he slipped his tongue in her mouth exploring her expertly. His hands pulled her hips into his making them both moan softly.
Letting one of her hands travel down she tugged at his straight bow tie and pulled it loose. Letting it land on the floor she began to pop the first few buttons, kissing him eagerly unable to believe just how much her body had missed his.
His hands pushed her jacket off her shoulders letting it fall to the floor to join his tie, his hands roamed over her exposed arms and shoulders, the familiar silky feel of her skin begged to be kissed. Breaking away from her lips he attacked her neck biting and kissing the sensitive flesh. Almost of their own accord his body guided hers to where he could open the door to his expansive bedroom.
She let herself be led blindly to where he was taking her. Hearing the soft subtle click of a door she opened her door she found them in the privacy of a lavish bedroom. She pulled back and turned from him.
"This is beautiful. " She admired the richness and elegance of the room. His fingers trailed down her spine to the zipper of her dress slowly letting the material fall away like he was unwrapping the best gift ever.
He could feel his face heating up as he saw the matching strapless lace bra, panties and garter belt she wore. His hands trembled and his pants were becoming uncomfortably tight.
Smirking she held her hand out to be assisted as she stepped from the satin and lace that had pooled at her ankles. Seeing his reaction and feeling empowered she decided a little revenge might be appropriate for the hell he had put her though.
"Sit." She purred pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed. "Take off your shoes." She put her hands on her hips watching as he did so enthusiastically. Waiting for his next command he watched as she went to his bathroom door where his suit for the next day was hanging, she pulled the tie off the hanger and sashayed her way to him.
"Get naked." She smirked; he was damn near panting, turned on to the point of almost cuming at her very words. Once he had shed his clothes he stood in all his glory before her watching her almost stalk him, his member standing at full attention, the head glistening in the soft light from the lamp.
She hooked the tie around his neck and pulled him in for a deep drugging kiss letting her fingers ghost over his straining member. He hissed at the feeling and was on the verge of begging her to finish him, but she spoke before he could make his request.
"Lay down."
Crawling onto the center of the bed, she straddled his lower abdomen and kissed him. Pulling out the pin that held her hair in place she let her hair cascade down, a curtain forming blocking out the world. Taking his hands in hers she pulled them together up over his head tying them quickly to the headboard with a sturdy knot.
He tested the integrity of her work and found he couldn't get free. A little worried he let his lust for her whisk away any doubt he might have had. She kissed a trail to his ear nipping lightly at his jaw before letting her breath tickle his ear. "Trust me."
He nodded unable to say anything; his throat was dry with anticipation. Watching her move he was entranced. She kissed his chest, nipping the warm flesh making her way to his left nipple. Taking the small bud in her mouth she flicked her tongue rapidly over the tightening flesh, he panted softly hissing as she bit down on him. Moving on to the right one she administered the same attention. Her hands roamed and kneaded his chest while her hips rocked gently over his lower stomach feeling herself become excited with the control she now held over him and the reaction he was having to her touch.
"Faith," He panted his member weeping with the need to be touched.
"Shhhh. Patience is a virtue." She moved her hips off of him and settled herself on her knees between his legs, trailing kisses in random patterns over his torso. Her fingers lightly ran over his thighs getting close to his member but never touching him. She watched him through her thick lashes as he squirmed beneath her touch.
His panting was growing louder, as his moans became more frequent, sometimes he would moan her name, sometimes it was unintelligible. Watching her and feeling her was almost more than he could handle. He knew that he would not last long the first time they came together but as far as he was concerned he had all night to make her realize just how much he had missed her and loved her. That was if he could get free. Almost all of his attention was on his lover and what she was doing to him, but the tiniest amount of focus was on undoing the complex knot that bound his hands, once he was free it would be his turn to make her squirm under his touch.
She watched him, perspiration was forming on his brow, his body flushed and straining. Smirking she laid on her belly crossing her ankles in the air behind her, kicking off her heels, making eye contact she wanted to make sure he was watching carefully when she began her administrations.
Slowly she licked him from base to tip and he shivered violently crying out. She smiled kissing the tip of his head and slowly taking him into her mouth little by little. He thrust his hips up to gain the friction he so desperately needed.
Gripping his hips she held him down pulling him out completely. "Uh uh uh." She chastised. "Now I have to start all over. " She smiled as his face fell and he moaned.
"Faith, Please!" He growled the pressure in his jewels was almost too much.
She started again, little by little until her was completely consumed. She dragged her tongue up the underside of his shaft against the vein before releasing him with a pop. Licking her lips she slid off the end of the bed, standing directly in his line of sight before slowly removing her bra and panties, leaving the garter belt and silk stockings on.
Watching the slow striptease his lover was giving him she crawled on all fours back onto the bed settling over him. She kissed his lips before slowly sliding his quivering member inside. Groaning at the familiar intrusion she leaned back letting him growl deep from his chest.
"Oh Faith!" He barked when she began rocking her hips against his. He pulled at his restraint dying to grasp her hips and guide her in a strong quick rhythm. His hips bucked against her as she rode him steadily.
Her own moans mixed with his as she braced herself against his chest letting him take over the pace of their love making; he was bucking so hard she was bouncing off his hips. Feeling the familiar impending release was building in her lower abdomen.
"Ohh….god…" She panted. "Quatre!" She screamed her release igniting his. Following her over the edge she collapsed on top of him breathing heavily.
"Just as good as I remember." She panted before kissing him soundly on the lips. Leaning all her weight on him she let her fingers comb through his damp hair while he tried to get his breathing under control. Enjoying the feeling of floating back down from his euphoric high, her pleasant weight grounding him to reality, and what a beautiful reality is was.
The woman he loved thought he had lost here with him, loved him, and had called him by his real name in the throes of ecstasy. Not an alias but his name given to him at birth. It was the most beautiful sound he thought he had ever heard.
"Say it again." He asked softly his voice cracking.
She looked up at him through heavy lidded eyes. "What?"
"Say it again." He tipped her head up with his nose.
"Say what?" She kissed him softly.
"My name." He whispered.
"Quatre." She smiled. "Oh Quatre." She nuzzled his neck. "I love you Quatre."
Wanting to embrace her properly he pulled against his restraint lightly.
She watched as he smiled up at her knowing what he wanted. She reached up with one hand and tugged on the end of the tie, it released immediately.
He was flabbergasted. "How did you do that?" He rubbed his slightly red wrists before wrapping his arms around her and switching their positions so he was on top of her pulling the blankets over them as he watched her shiver.
"Do what?" Her hands rubbed the muscles of his neck and shoulders as he held himself up above her so he didn't crush her.
"Undo that knot! I'll admit I was trying to get out of my bindings, who taught you how to tie knots like that." He kissed her nose as she giggled.
"Dou taught me, Heero showed me how to make them damn near inescapable." She gasped when she felt his member pulse lightly against her stomach announcing he was ready for round two. She kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing him down to settle his weight on top of her.
No more words were needed. The kisses and touches became more urgent as he slipped inside her folds again this time at a more leisurely pace, taking their time and letting the world fall away they lost themselves in each other as they made up for lost time, over and over and over again into the early hours of the morning.
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Falling off of her lover for what she swore was the hundredth time she breathed heavily as he hovered above her.
"Sustenance woman! I need sustenance!" He teased. "No more until I get something to eat and if I'm hungry you have to be starving. You've done as much work as I have."
She pushed damp hair off her face as she smiled. "Fine." She teased. "I'm going to shower." She wiggled out from under him standing in all her glory knowing he was watching her. Leaning down for one more kiss she walked confidently to the bathroom. "Hurry back and you can join me for a swim in your tub." She tossed over her shoulder before disappearing into his bathroom.
Shaking his head he sat on the edge of the bed the events of the previous night ran through his mind, every sight, smell, sound and sensation sent a shiver through him. Pulling on a pair of flannel pants and a tee shirt he slipped from his bed chamber and down the back hallways and stairs to the kitchen where he found it deserted.
Opening the fridge he piled a few things in his arms he turned to the counter and dropped a few things on the counter startled when he found himself joined by two other people in the once vacant kitchen.
The braided American said nothing but leveled him with a glare almost rival to the one he was receiving from the Japanese pilot. The silence in the room was so thick and uneasy he was just about to break it when Dou stepped up to him. He backed up unsure of what his intentions were. Stopping when he hit the fridge he waited.
"Dou-"
"Stop." He took a slightly calming breath. "I don't know how I feel about this yet," He confessed the anger seeming to dissipate instantly. "Just…..don't make me kill you." He pushed off from his friend and left silently.
Quatre exhaled the breath he hadn't been aware he was holding it wasn't that he couldn't hold his own with his comrade he just didn't want to have to do it on the shaky legs he was currently standing on. He looked up finding Heero rooted in his place.
"I'm sorry for everything that happened. I never meant to hurt her, I..." He stopped running a hand through his hair unsure of how to voice his apology to his friend who still said nothing just stared.
A few moments of silence passed before Heero moved closer to him the intensity in his cobalt eyes had Quatre on edge ready for anything he felt the need to dish out, he felt he deserved all that was coming to him. He was truly blessed that Faith had forgiven him so easily but he knew all was not going to go back the way it had been in the small little apartment complex they had lived in.
"Hurt her again," He kept his voice quiet and monotone. "I will kill you." He turned and walked back to the door.
"Thank you." He called after the pilot of Wing Zero. "For taking care of her over the last year, you were there for her for I couldn't be. I'll be in your debt for a long long time." He confided.
He nodded and left the mogul to his thoughts, and food. Sighing he made a few sandwiches and grabbed a gallon of water before heading back to his room to lock them in for a few more hours.
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Entering the room he found the water still running, finishing off the last bite of his sandwich he stripped down and open the door to the bathroom quietly. The cloud of steam that billowed out gave him the cover he needed to slip in unnoticed.
Stepping into the shower the hot water from the five shower heads cascaded down a hot relaxing rain, she was standing in the middle with her head tipped back, her hair almost rinsed of suds, which ran down in random patterns over her back, butt and legs.
He smiled to himself as he slowly crept up behind her wrapping his arms around her making her jump.
"I love you." He kissed her deeply.
Turning to face him she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, "I love you." She smiled.
Spending the day locked inside the bedroom, they took advantage of their time alone, neither wanting to be the first to face reality, once they both left the sanctuary of their room they would have to not only face their friends and family but they would be bombarded with news reporters, and other media hounds eagerly wanting the scoop on what had happened at the party, who the mystery woman was and where they had disappeared too and what will happen between the couple.
Those were all things that would deal with tomorrow for now they were the only two people in the world and they were content to spend it that way.
AUTHORS NOTE: thank you sooooooo much to all who reviewed and stuck with me. It's been awhile and I will hopefully be able to revise it one day…maybe. I'm working on few other stories but I've decided to not post anything until it's finished. Lol that way I can't fall off the wagon and leave everyone hanging on for the next update. Thanks so much for the feedback and the support to keep going. Hope you all enjoy it.
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