RedSilk By r-chan (Revena)
Part Five
Week One Friday 6:30 A.M.
Warm water lapped around her mortified ears. Relena stared down at the end of the tub where her leg arched up out of the water; bent at the knee covered in soap studs and ending in union with the shiny gold faucet. Trapped toe-knuckle deep into the chrome pluming, her toe was as red as a cherry tomato from several minutes of useless pulling; a fitting end to her outrageous behavior she thought. For fantasizing about another man so soon after her failed attempt at marriage she was now trapped, wet and naked, in a bathroom at a school that believed her to be male. That realization didn't settle well with her need for open spaces or self-confidence.
Relena's heart raced in her ears.
She hadn't heard the door open but suddenly WuFei's muscular form was shadowed through the shower curtain.
"Dorlain, from the other side of the door it sounded like you said-"
"My big toe is stuck in the faucet."
He scoffed. "That's not possible woman."
"I beg to differ," she said hopelessly near tears, then moved the curtain aside to peek out and up. She bit her lip. "Are you going to help me or not?"
The man looked completely peeved and unhappy. Guilt and embarrassment gnawed at her. At the moment however, she had no choice but to don the most pitiful expression she could conjure up.
It must have worked because WuFei threw his hands up into the air. "What do you want me to do woman?"
"Hand me a towel so I can cover up and help get my toe unstuck."
He looked up as if appealing to a higher power and handed her a towel.
"Thank you."
Relena dunked the towel under the water and spread it over her nakedness. The thought of WuFei seeing her in near undress made her blood race. She had to take a breath.
"Ok, I'm ready."
His slender fingers curled around the curtain and slowly pulled it back. The cold rush of air his the exposed bits of her skin sending chills up and down her neck.
WuFei ran a hand down his face and looked at her through his fingers. "WHAT is a woman thinking when she shoves her toe in a faucet?"
Relena averted her eyes. She certainly couldn't tell him what she'd been doing. "I wasn't thinking."
"Obviously," he said, his expression bewildered. He slid the curtain to the wall and lowered himself to one knee.
Relena felt insulted, not to mention naked and subdued. The towel covered her but covered her in a way the defeated the purpose.
::But of course it doesn't matter:: Relena thought with a touch of bitterness. :: The man seemed completely unfazed::
He leaned close to the faucet to the point she could feel his breath on her bare skin. Her chest fluttered. Thank God she'd shaved them earlier.
He swept a soap wrapper and empty miniature shampoo bottle from the side of the tub and into the trash to make room, then picked up a dripping metal razor. WuFei gave her a pointed look. "You used my razor?"
She bit her lip. "To shave my legs. I had mistaken it for mine."
His jaw tightened as he set the razor aside. "It wasn't."
With a muted sigh he pushed her foot from all directions, then he glanced back at her, "Can't you pull it out?" he asked skeptically.
She scratched her nose realizing too late her hand was covered in studs. Sputtering the bubbles away from her mouth, she said annoyed." If I could, I would not have called for you."
WuFei scowled, "I'm not a plumber, Dorlain."
"Do something," she pleaded. " I'm freezing"
"Really? You've only been there an hour, woman."
He clasped her foot gently, but firmly, and his fingers sent little arrows of sensation exploding up her leg, reminiscent of her climax. She grunted and the Preventer looked over his shoulder.
"My leg is asleep." She explained with a faint blush.
He isolated his grip to the base of her toe, wriggling it side to side. The inside lip of the faucet dug into her tender skin.
"Ouch! Not so hard."
"Sorry," he mumbled seemingly at a loss for what to do next." I need something slick to lubricate your toe." He looked around "Where's the soap?"
Relena help her thumb and forefinger together. "You mean that itty biddy bar House Keeping gave us?"
He nodded.
A flush warmed her cheeks. "I used it all."
WuFei cast a skeptic glance over her body. Maybe he thought she didn't look clean enough?
"Shampoo?"
She pointed to the wet mass of hair that donned her head and shoulders. " I have a lot of hair."
A weary smirked tugged the sides of WuFei's mouth and he ran a hand though his own loose black hair.
"I have shaving cream."
Relena smiled sheepishly and reached behind her carefully to hand him an empty travel sized can of shaving cream.
"You were almost out anyway." She offered in defense. "Don't you have anything in your toiletry bag?"
"I travel light on missions"
"Hair jell? Lotion?"
"No"
"Petroleum jelly? Body oil?"
He shook his head.
"What would happen if we turned the water on?"
A tolerant smile curved one side of his mouth. "You don't want to do that."
WuFei sat back on his hunches and looked out the door in what seemed to be deep thought. His black eyebrows drew together suddenly.
"What is it?"
"I'll be right back."
WuFei took four long strides into the dorm room and stared down at the half open box he'd dropped when Trowa had called him back. The tall man stared down at the nondescript object, one end already open and facing the open door of the bathroom, (where there was currently a very naked onna)
::: There are those weak urges again, Chang.
Shut. UP.
::: Very well, you needn't be huffy:::
WuFei picked up the box and turned it upside down over the bed. His brows drew together in bewilderment as he looked down at the objects that hit the bed. Maxwell had sent him what he required, the disks, but the largest item on the bed was NOT one of his requirements.
"Honey butter?"
WuFei stared down at the incriminating looking object, hardly willing to believe what he thought he had seen from in the bathroom was really what he was seeing now. Of all the things Maxwell had sent him this was the most outrageous. Holding the glass jar with one hand, he picked up the small paper that was sprawled among the disks. Sure enough the note was scribbled out in the familiar handwriting of Duo Maxwell.
- Hey Wu-man! I told you I'd come through! Personally I don't see what the big deal was but there you are. By now you're standing in the middle of the dorm wondering what in the hell your supposed to do with a pint of honey. One name for you buddy; Relena Dorlain. The girl loves honey like a drug! Use it! Don't worry I'm sure she wont bite you man, [Dot dot dot] umm at least I don't think she will [scribbled happy hentai face] Go get'er, Dragon Boy.
Duo Yuy-Maxwell-
WuFei tossed the note over his shoulder and groaned into his free hand, glaring at the suggestive jar of transparent goo.
::: What a pleasant surprise, you could easily pore some of it on to he-
Enough of this hentai nonsense! I have no intention of taking advantage of the situation like some weak pervert such as Maxwell!
::: My, my, someone's rather touchy. I was only suggesting you use it to free the onna's toe, nothing more, but now that you motion it-::
I DON'T recommend you go there…AT ALL.
::: Killjoy. :::
WuFei turned on his heel and went back to the bathroom entrance where Dorlain currently lay, stuck.
::Quite conveniently too.::
Go. Away.
"Dorlain."
The dark haired woman crammed her neck over her shoulder. "You found something?" her tone was disbelieving.
"Hai, honey butter."
_______________
Had WuFei said honey butter? The man was incoherent she decided, but her concern over his deteriorating sanity was overridden by her immediate concern of being left to die a very boring death in this bathtub. She laid her head back and stared at the skylight. At least the view would be nice.
But WuFei entered a minute later with a container in his hand. "This has butter in it so it should work sufficiently."
Relena eyed the container in surprise. "Where did you get that?'
"Duo sent it to me."
Ok, maybe he wasn't incoherent, just strange. "And do you usually have friends send you condiments?"
A smirk tugged his lips again. "Only when I find out I'm going to have some long…rather interesting nights Dorlain."
Relena felt her self go pale with shock then bright red with embarrassment He heard! That was it, she deserved to drown in the bathtub. ::: Somebody hold me under now….::: He probably thought she was some kind of sex-crazed kitten, when in truth she was a sex-starved kitten-err woman.
"You…" she tried to say more but nothing came out. An adult response seemed to be stuck some where between her mind and her lips and she shifted positions in the awkward silence, his black eyes sparkled of amusement at her discomfort. She did the smart thing and kept silent. She'd make sure to get him back later.
As he knelt again she was struck by the shear maleness of him. The pleasing way the sleek muscle of his shoulder rose from the collar of his shirt and melded into the cord of his neck, the sheen of his hair, loose and falling to his shoulders, no longer in such a sever pony tale, the well formed features of his face. And his hands…
Her mouth felt oddly dry, because the next second those hands were on the verge of smearing a gob of pale yellow goo on her toe.
"Listen WuFei, " she murmured, then cleared her throat. "About last night…ahhhhhh."
She couldn't help it, the combination of his hands on her foot, the slippery substance he smeared on her skin and the numbness of her leg made her body twitch and surge.
He seemed not to notice and continued to slather the area around her toe.
"You're probably wondering why I hit that man Allen Craw, if I hadn't I wouldn't be here slowing you down."
WuFei grunted and worked he toe back and forth.
"You see he was a horrid person. With his reputation he'd think he was nicer to be around, err I mean, well I was marring him for the better I just didn't know it would be bad for us-oh this not coming out right at all!'
She manufactured a laugh, but dipped her chin and accidentally swallowed a mouthful of cool soapy water, then came up gagging.
He looked over his shoulder, and then shook his head as if considering whether to hold her under until she stopped flopping. God, what was it about this man that turned her into such a klutz? After shoving his shirtsleeve up past his elbow, he reached down in the water and pulled the plug before he turned back to his greasy task.
As the water level began to lower she felt even more exposed. The knowledge that nothing but a layer of wet terry cloth separated him from seeing her birthday suit left a flutter in her middle.
WuFei's arm moved back and forth to loosen her toe, then suddenly her foot jerked back, and she was free.
"Oh thank you, I thought I was going to be in here for a while."
"Do you need a hand getting up?" She did, but she knew shed never be able to keep herself covered in the process. He must have read her mind because he added "Don't worry Honey Onna, I'll keep my eyes closed."
"Okay," she whispered a little unsteadily. Relena raised her arms for him to clasp. Closing his eyes, he then lifted her up like a piece of fluff. Water sluiced from her hair, her body and the towel, which she tried to keep close to her with her elbows to no avail. The towel fell to the bottom of the tub, and when she put her weight on her foot, it slipped out from under her. She shrieked and WuFei responded by wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her, jamming her up against his body. A thrill ran up her body. Concern crossed over his features, but true to his words his eyes stayed closed.
She clung to his arms. With her toes dangling a couple of inches off the ground her cheek was pressed up next to his neck. His fingers curved around her waist, and the soft cotton of his shirt absorbed the water from her breasts. Her lips parted, and for one crazy moment she wanted this man to kiss her. So she could have a reason to be outraged at him, so she could remember why she didn't like him, why he was pig headed and stubborn and rude. To remember what it felt like to be close to someone else...
"Are you ok?" he asked, eyes still closed.
"Yes, just let me down slowly."
WuFei swallowed. Against screaming instincts, he kept his eyes closed. He'd been too long without a woman he decided if he could be so easily affected by a sister type-woman friend of 'his' friend. The same woman, he reminded himself who was responsible for detained, sleep deprived, inconvenienced and very, very wet.
Doing as he was told he slowly set her down, which meant her nude frame slid down his straining one. The ends of her hair tickled his hands and he held her around her middle till he was sure she had her footing.
"I think I can stand on my own now, " she murmured but he was reluctant to let go. Damn his weaknesses. They'd end up getting him in trouble. This kind of situation was bad for the mission. His thumbs rested on the smooth slick skin of her navel and his fingers brushed the skin of her back. It was all he could do not to let his emotion take over as he turned away and retreated to the safety of the dorm room. He couldn't decide if Duo would call him the luckiest man alive or the most cursed.
He leaned on to the door and let his head hit the wood with a ::THUD:: The sense of deja-vu did nothing to help his mood. He had the sinking feeling he'd be hitting his head on hard objects many, many more times before this mission was over. Many more.
::sings:: Rubber Wu-chan you're the one.You make bath time lost of fun. Rubber Wu-chan, I'm awfully fond of youuuuuu.
Part Five
Week One Friday 6:30 A.M.
Warm water lapped around her mortified ears. Relena stared down at the end of the tub where her leg arched up out of the water; bent at the knee covered in soap studs and ending in union with the shiny gold faucet. Trapped toe-knuckle deep into the chrome pluming, her toe was as red as a cherry tomato from several minutes of useless pulling; a fitting end to her outrageous behavior she thought. For fantasizing about another man so soon after her failed attempt at marriage she was now trapped, wet and naked, in a bathroom at a school that believed her to be male. That realization didn't settle well with her need for open spaces or self-confidence.
Relena's heart raced in her ears.
She hadn't heard the door open but suddenly WuFei's muscular form was shadowed through the shower curtain.
"Dorlain, from the other side of the door it sounded like you said-"
"My big toe is stuck in the faucet."
He scoffed. "That's not possible woman."
"I beg to differ," she said hopelessly near tears, then moved the curtain aside to peek out and up. She bit her lip. "Are you going to help me or not?"
The man looked completely peeved and unhappy. Guilt and embarrassment gnawed at her. At the moment however, she had no choice but to don the most pitiful expression she could conjure up.
It must have worked because WuFei threw his hands up into the air. "What do you want me to do woman?"
"Hand me a towel so I can cover up and help get my toe unstuck."
He looked up as if appealing to a higher power and handed her a towel.
"Thank you."
Relena dunked the towel under the water and spread it over her nakedness. The thought of WuFei seeing her in near undress made her blood race. She had to take a breath.
"Ok, I'm ready."
His slender fingers curled around the curtain and slowly pulled it back. The cold rush of air his the exposed bits of her skin sending chills up and down her neck.
WuFei ran a hand down his face and looked at her through his fingers. "WHAT is a woman thinking when she shoves her toe in a faucet?"
Relena averted her eyes. She certainly couldn't tell him what she'd been doing. "I wasn't thinking."
"Obviously," he said, his expression bewildered. He slid the curtain to the wall and lowered himself to one knee.
Relena felt insulted, not to mention naked and subdued. The towel covered her but covered her in a way the defeated the purpose.
::But of course it doesn't matter:: Relena thought with a touch of bitterness. :: The man seemed completely unfazed::
He leaned close to the faucet to the point she could feel his breath on her bare skin. Her chest fluttered. Thank God she'd shaved them earlier.
He swept a soap wrapper and empty miniature shampoo bottle from the side of the tub and into the trash to make room, then picked up a dripping metal razor. WuFei gave her a pointed look. "You used my razor?"
She bit her lip. "To shave my legs. I had mistaken it for mine."
His jaw tightened as he set the razor aside. "It wasn't."
With a muted sigh he pushed her foot from all directions, then he glanced back at her, "Can't you pull it out?" he asked skeptically.
She scratched her nose realizing too late her hand was covered in studs. Sputtering the bubbles away from her mouth, she said annoyed." If I could, I would not have called for you."
WuFei scowled, "I'm not a plumber, Dorlain."
"Do something," she pleaded. " I'm freezing"
"Really? You've only been there an hour, woman."
He clasped her foot gently, but firmly, and his fingers sent little arrows of sensation exploding up her leg, reminiscent of her climax. She grunted and the Preventer looked over his shoulder.
"My leg is asleep." She explained with a faint blush.
He isolated his grip to the base of her toe, wriggling it side to side. The inside lip of the faucet dug into her tender skin.
"Ouch! Not so hard."
"Sorry," he mumbled seemingly at a loss for what to do next." I need something slick to lubricate your toe." He looked around "Where's the soap?"
Relena help her thumb and forefinger together. "You mean that itty biddy bar House Keeping gave us?"
He nodded.
A flush warmed her cheeks. "I used it all."
WuFei cast a skeptic glance over her body. Maybe he thought she didn't look clean enough?
"Shampoo?"
She pointed to the wet mass of hair that donned her head and shoulders. " I have a lot of hair."
A weary smirked tugged the sides of WuFei's mouth and he ran a hand though his own loose black hair.
"I have shaving cream."
Relena smiled sheepishly and reached behind her carefully to hand him an empty travel sized can of shaving cream.
"You were almost out anyway." She offered in defense. "Don't you have anything in your toiletry bag?"
"I travel light on missions"
"Hair jell? Lotion?"
"No"
"Petroleum jelly? Body oil?"
He shook his head.
"What would happen if we turned the water on?"
A tolerant smile curved one side of his mouth. "You don't want to do that."
WuFei sat back on his hunches and looked out the door in what seemed to be deep thought. His black eyebrows drew together suddenly.
"What is it?"
"I'll be right back."
WuFei took four long strides into the dorm room and stared down at the half open box he'd dropped when Trowa had called him back. The tall man stared down at the nondescript object, one end already open and facing the open door of the bathroom, (where there was currently a very naked onna)
::: There are those weak urges again, Chang.
Shut. UP.
::: Very well, you needn't be huffy:::
WuFei picked up the box and turned it upside down over the bed. His brows drew together in bewilderment as he looked down at the objects that hit the bed. Maxwell had sent him what he required, the disks, but the largest item on the bed was NOT one of his requirements.
"Honey butter?"
WuFei stared down at the incriminating looking object, hardly willing to believe what he thought he had seen from in the bathroom was really what he was seeing now. Of all the things Maxwell had sent him this was the most outrageous. Holding the glass jar with one hand, he picked up the small paper that was sprawled among the disks. Sure enough the note was scribbled out in the familiar handwriting of Duo Maxwell.
- Hey Wu-man! I told you I'd come through! Personally I don't see what the big deal was but there you are. By now you're standing in the middle of the dorm wondering what in the hell your supposed to do with a pint of honey. One name for you buddy; Relena Dorlain. The girl loves honey like a drug! Use it! Don't worry I'm sure she wont bite you man, [Dot dot dot] umm at least I don't think she will [scribbled happy hentai face] Go get'er, Dragon Boy.
Duo Yuy-Maxwell-
WuFei tossed the note over his shoulder and groaned into his free hand, glaring at the suggestive jar of transparent goo.
::: What a pleasant surprise, you could easily pore some of it on to he-
Enough of this hentai nonsense! I have no intention of taking advantage of the situation like some weak pervert such as Maxwell!
::: My, my, someone's rather touchy. I was only suggesting you use it to free the onna's toe, nothing more, but now that you motion it-::
I DON'T recommend you go there…AT ALL.
::: Killjoy. :::
WuFei turned on his heel and went back to the bathroom entrance where Dorlain currently lay, stuck.
::Quite conveniently too.::
Go. Away.
"Dorlain."
The dark haired woman crammed her neck over her shoulder. "You found something?" her tone was disbelieving.
"Hai, honey butter."
_______________
Had WuFei said honey butter? The man was incoherent she decided, but her concern over his deteriorating sanity was overridden by her immediate concern of being left to die a very boring death in this bathtub. She laid her head back and stared at the skylight. At least the view would be nice.
But WuFei entered a minute later with a container in his hand. "This has butter in it so it should work sufficiently."
Relena eyed the container in surprise. "Where did you get that?'
"Duo sent it to me."
Ok, maybe he wasn't incoherent, just strange. "And do you usually have friends send you condiments?"
A smirk tugged his lips again. "Only when I find out I'm going to have some long…rather interesting nights Dorlain."
Relena felt her self go pale with shock then bright red with embarrassment He heard! That was it, she deserved to drown in the bathtub. ::: Somebody hold me under now….::: He probably thought she was some kind of sex-crazed kitten, when in truth she was a sex-starved kitten-err woman.
"You…" she tried to say more but nothing came out. An adult response seemed to be stuck some where between her mind and her lips and she shifted positions in the awkward silence, his black eyes sparkled of amusement at her discomfort. She did the smart thing and kept silent. She'd make sure to get him back later.
As he knelt again she was struck by the shear maleness of him. The pleasing way the sleek muscle of his shoulder rose from the collar of his shirt and melded into the cord of his neck, the sheen of his hair, loose and falling to his shoulders, no longer in such a sever pony tale, the well formed features of his face. And his hands…
Her mouth felt oddly dry, because the next second those hands were on the verge of smearing a gob of pale yellow goo on her toe.
"Listen WuFei, " she murmured, then cleared her throat. "About last night…ahhhhhh."
She couldn't help it, the combination of his hands on her foot, the slippery substance he smeared on her skin and the numbness of her leg made her body twitch and surge.
He seemed not to notice and continued to slather the area around her toe.
"You're probably wondering why I hit that man Allen Craw, if I hadn't I wouldn't be here slowing you down."
WuFei grunted and worked he toe back and forth.
"You see he was a horrid person. With his reputation he'd think he was nicer to be around, err I mean, well I was marring him for the better I just didn't know it would be bad for us-oh this not coming out right at all!'
She manufactured a laugh, but dipped her chin and accidentally swallowed a mouthful of cool soapy water, then came up gagging.
He looked over his shoulder, and then shook his head as if considering whether to hold her under until she stopped flopping. God, what was it about this man that turned her into such a klutz? After shoving his shirtsleeve up past his elbow, he reached down in the water and pulled the plug before he turned back to his greasy task.
As the water level began to lower she felt even more exposed. The knowledge that nothing but a layer of wet terry cloth separated him from seeing her birthday suit left a flutter in her middle.
WuFei's arm moved back and forth to loosen her toe, then suddenly her foot jerked back, and she was free.
"Oh thank you, I thought I was going to be in here for a while."
"Do you need a hand getting up?" She did, but she knew shed never be able to keep herself covered in the process. He must have read her mind because he added "Don't worry Honey Onna, I'll keep my eyes closed."
"Okay," she whispered a little unsteadily. Relena raised her arms for him to clasp. Closing his eyes, he then lifted her up like a piece of fluff. Water sluiced from her hair, her body and the towel, which she tried to keep close to her with her elbows to no avail. The towel fell to the bottom of the tub, and when she put her weight on her foot, it slipped out from under her. She shrieked and WuFei responded by wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her, jamming her up against his body. A thrill ran up her body. Concern crossed over his features, but true to his words his eyes stayed closed.
She clung to his arms. With her toes dangling a couple of inches off the ground her cheek was pressed up next to his neck. His fingers curved around her waist, and the soft cotton of his shirt absorbed the water from her breasts. Her lips parted, and for one crazy moment she wanted this man to kiss her. So she could have a reason to be outraged at him, so she could remember why she didn't like him, why he was pig headed and stubborn and rude. To remember what it felt like to be close to someone else...
"Are you ok?" he asked, eyes still closed.
"Yes, just let me down slowly."
WuFei swallowed. Against screaming instincts, he kept his eyes closed. He'd been too long without a woman he decided if he could be so easily affected by a sister type-woman friend of 'his' friend. The same woman, he reminded himself who was responsible for detained, sleep deprived, inconvenienced and very, very wet.
Doing as he was told he slowly set her down, which meant her nude frame slid down his straining one. The ends of her hair tickled his hands and he held her around her middle till he was sure she had her footing.
"I think I can stand on my own now, " she murmured but he was reluctant to let go. Damn his weaknesses. They'd end up getting him in trouble. This kind of situation was bad for the mission. His thumbs rested on the smooth slick skin of her navel and his fingers brushed the skin of her back. It was all he could do not to let his emotion take over as he turned away and retreated to the safety of the dorm room. He couldn't decide if Duo would call him the luckiest man alive or the most cursed.
He leaned on to the door and let his head hit the wood with a ::THUD:: The sense of deja-vu did nothing to help his mood. He had the sinking feeling he'd be hitting his head on hard objects many, many more times before this mission was over. Many more.
::sings:: Rubber Wu-chan you're the one.You make bath time lost of fun. Rubber Wu-chan, I'm awfully fond of youuuuuu.