~*~ Disclaimer! Forgot this in the last one, but the Characters from Gundam don't belong to us, but Korosu, Mujaki, Okashi and any of the bad guys do!! Enjoy!
1 month later. . .
The fire crackled gently as Milliardo sat on the hard floor near it. His face was sweating with the heat, the rain out side pouring like there was no tomorrow. His eyes closed momentarily when he heard felt a hand on his bare chest and a kiss on his cheek. He smiled, pulling back from the familiar warmth.
"You're still on that bet, aren't you?" Korosu's voice was heard in his ear.
He nodded, his eyes still closed. His fear of opening them was identified by the woman in front of him immediately. She smiled to herself, kissing his neck gently. He grimaced when her lips touched his body, his body frozen in recognition to her own. He could feel her hands move across his body and his muscles, her lips adventuring down towards his chest. She could hear him groan, a small cry escaping his lips. Korosu would smile, still seeing his eyes closed.
Her patience ran out before she could finish exploring his body, moving her lips to his. He refused for a moment, but expecting for another. He finally pulled her away, his face averted from her own. She sighed, putting her head on his shoulder, her forehead feeling his neck. His eyes flickered open, looking down at he for the first time since she came to him.
Her shirt was unbuttoned and her breasts were showing, warm and radiant. Her white bra held them in place, her khaki pants barely hanging onto her waist. He moved his face away again, afraid that he would take her. He wanted her, wanted her so bad it hurt him. He could barely take not having her, not being able to return her affection.
"You still have four more months." He could hear her say before she kissed his neck once again.
She heard him groan once again, his eyes averted to the rain pouting outside. She sighed to herself before she moved away from him. She stood then, moving away from his side. He looked at her, watching her move to the bedroom slowly but cautiously.
Korosu walked to the bedroom before she felt a yank on her wrist. She turned around to find herself hugging Milliardo, his arms wrapped about her body. Her head lay against his bare chest, sweaty and warm. He pulled her back and kissed her lips, opening his. She took the invitation without thought, without hope. She could feel his hands move from her breasts down to her waist, picking her up and moving to the bedroom. She pulled away from him, looking into his eyes.
"You lost." Korosu whispered, his hands still on her waist.
"I know. But. . . " Milliardo cut his own sentence off before he leaned down and kissed her lips. He moved from her lips to her neck and then to the groove between her breasts. He heard her sigh a little, her chest rising with every breath.
He could still hear her sigh even when the rain began to beat harder on the windows.
"Where is he?" the woman said as she advanced towards Korosu.
"Where is who?" she answered back, her midnight black eyes watching the movements of the other girl. Her voice and her face were so familiar, but she just couldn't picture who it really was.
"I want him back."
"Want who back?" Korosu replied, standing her ground. Her college uniform began to blow in the wind, her hair tracing behind.
Suddenly the girl in front of her began to glow, her brown eyes beginning to glow a blood red as she shot a fireball straight at Korosu's heart.
Korosu woke with a start, sweat covering her face. She looked down to see Milliardo asleep by her side, his chest bare. She watched his chest rise and fall with every breath. She could hear him sigh in his sleep, his bangs covering his absent eyes.
She covered herself with the sheets that had covered her earlier, laying back down on the pillow her head had rested on. She slowed her breathing before falling to sleep, listening to the one that had made love to her breath.
2 months later. . .
"And now for tonight's news. . ." the television blared loudly. Okashi sat on the deep blue couch, the cushion soft and feathery. She yawned loudly to herself, covering her mouth. She watched the man on the screen walk back and forth and babble about some robbery that had happened earlier that morning.
"Man this sucks." She said to herself, leaning back on the soft pillows behind her. She heard the door open and then being closed again. She could hear someone lock the door, the walk towards her. She smiled to him when he got into her sight, looking him up and down. The wind blew loudly outside, the leaves brushing against the windows.
"I can't stand this any more . . ." Duo said, dropping his bag. He looked at Okashi, his deep blue eyes meeting hers.
"What do you mean?" She asked, her head resting in her hands. He walked over to her and kissed her on the lips, pushing her back on the couch. She followed, her hands around his neck, bracing the force he had pushed on her.
"I have to. . ." She heard him say. She could feel his hand then, feeling her body. He took her shirt off quickly, taking his off in recognition. He moved her to the bed, kissing her lips and feeling her body. She followed his hands, his motion. She allowed him to do what he wanted to her body, taking his share. She could barely contain herself when he made love to her, welcoming his body. She smiled to herself before kissing his lips in a rage of passion.
1 month later. . .
"1 more month, and you've won." Mujaki said, her voice ringing in Heero's ears. He sat on the couch reading the newspaper he had bought that morning. She walked to him, leaning down and kissing him on the shoulder. Her arms were on his chest, feeling the muscles he had gained. His concentration stayed on the paper in front of him, not bothering to look at the girl. She smiled to him, whispering in his ear.
"1 more month. . ." he heard her say again. He felt her move away from him, her hands leaving his chest. He saw her then as she took the newspaper from him and sat on his lap. Her shirt was unbuttoned, showing the top part of her breasts. Her shirt came past her waist, her legs soft and smooth. She kissed his neck, moving up to his lips. He closed his eyes, feeling her lips touch his body.
"1 more month. . . "He heard her say again. He felt her hand on his, moving it from the couch to her body. He could feel her hand moving his, crossing her chest and up to her face. He grimaced, trying to concentrate on something else other than the woman that lay in front of him.
His eyes opened, looking at her then. He watched her face move to his, looking at her deep purple, caressing eyes. He closed his eyes once again, leaning forward and kissing her on the lips.
"Looks like we all lost." Heero whispered in her ear, taking her to the bed in the next room. He put her down, taking off the shirt that lay on her small body. His lips and hands ventured around her body, memorizing what lay there. He couldn't contain himself any more as he took her into his own, making her body his. He heard her sighs, her moans and her cries. He listened to everything, even when the wind the thunder rolled outside the apartment.
"I can not believe we all lost. . . " Duo said, groaning to himself.
Milliardo and Heero nodded to him, sitting on the bench nearest to him. They laughed a little, explaining what had happened and what each woman had done to get them to lose the bet. They each figured out that they women must have talked and thought about what they were going to do, or that the men were as pathetic as they thought they were.
"Oh well. . ." Milliardo said, scratching his arm.
"Yeah, oh well." Duo replied, sighing to himself.
"Duo!" a familiar voice said as she ran up to him. He smiled and stood up as she jumped at him, giving him a huge hug. Milliardo and Heero smiled at them, noticing the two other girls walking closely behind.
"Mujaki, Korosu." Heero and Milliardo nodded to them, beckoning their coming. Korosu sat on the bench across from every one else, distanced. She sat still, listening to every one gesture about their days. She listened. . .
Korosu.
She jumped suddenly, a small gasp escaping her lips. She looked around, noticing that every one was looking at her. She smiled and sat down, beginning to listen to every one.
"What the hell happened earlier?" Milliardo asked, slamming the door shut.
"What do you mean? Nothing happened."
"Your lying!" he yelled at her, advancing the distance between them.
"How dare you say that!" she screamed at him, backing away from him.
He grabbed her shoulders then, yanking her back and forth. She felt his pain for her through his touch, could hear it in his voice. The silence of his apartment was broken as she screamed at him.
"SHUT UP! Just. . .shut. . . up. . ." She cried, smacking him across the face. His hands left her shoulders, his face red from her own hand.
"Korosu. . ."
She couldn't even bare it any more. A sudden pain in her chest made her gasp, making her breath harder to contain. She held her hands against her chest, putting pressure on her heart. It wouldn't stop; her breath was sharp, short and incandescent. She fell to her knees, gasping for the breath she couldn't have.
Korosu.
She heard the voice again. That familiar voice that she couldn't put her finger on. . .
To Be Continued. . .
1 month later. . .
The fire crackled gently as Milliardo sat on the hard floor near it. His face was sweating with the heat, the rain out side pouring like there was no tomorrow. His eyes closed momentarily when he heard felt a hand on his bare chest and a kiss on his cheek. He smiled, pulling back from the familiar warmth.
"You're still on that bet, aren't you?" Korosu's voice was heard in his ear.
He nodded, his eyes still closed. His fear of opening them was identified by the woman in front of him immediately. She smiled to herself, kissing his neck gently. He grimaced when her lips touched his body, his body frozen in recognition to her own. He could feel her hands move across his body and his muscles, her lips adventuring down towards his chest. She could hear him groan, a small cry escaping his lips. Korosu would smile, still seeing his eyes closed.
Her patience ran out before she could finish exploring his body, moving her lips to his. He refused for a moment, but expecting for another. He finally pulled her away, his face averted from her own. She sighed, putting her head on his shoulder, her forehead feeling his neck. His eyes flickered open, looking down at he for the first time since she came to him.
Her shirt was unbuttoned and her breasts were showing, warm and radiant. Her white bra held them in place, her khaki pants barely hanging onto her waist. He moved his face away again, afraid that he would take her. He wanted her, wanted her so bad it hurt him. He could barely take not having her, not being able to return her affection.
"You still have four more months." He could hear her say before she kissed his neck once again.
She heard him groan once again, his eyes averted to the rain pouting outside. She sighed to herself before she moved away from him. She stood then, moving away from his side. He looked at her, watching her move to the bedroom slowly but cautiously.
Korosu walked to the bedroom before she felt a yank on her wrist. She turned around to find herself hugging Milliardo, his arms wrapped about her body. Her head lay against his bare chest, sweaty and warm. He pulled her back and kissed her lips, opening his. She took the invitation without thought, without hope. She could feel his hands move from her breasts down to her waist, picking her up and moving to the bedroom. She pulled away from him, looking into his eyes.
"You lost." Korosu whispered, his hands still on her waist.
"I know. But. . . " Milliardo cut his own sentence off before he leaned down and kissed her lips. He moved from her lips to her neck and then to the groove between her breasts. He heard her sigh a little, her chest rising with every breath.
He could still hear her sigh even when the rain began to beat harder on the windows.
"Where is he?" the woman said as she advanced towards Korosu.
"Where is who?" she answered back, her midnight black eyes watching the movements of the other girl. Her voice and her face were so familiar, but she just couldn't picture who it really was.
"I want him back."
"Want who back?" Korosu replied, standing her ground. Her college uniform began to blow in the wind, her hair tracing behind.
Suddenly the girl in front of her began to glow, her brown eyes beginning to glow a blood red as she shot a fireball straight at Korosu's heart.
Korosu woke with a start, sweat covering her face. She looked down to see Milliardo asleep by her side, his chest bare. She watched his chest rise and fall with every breath. She could hear him sigh in his sleep, his bangs covering his absent eyes.
She covered herself with the sheets that had covered her earlier, laying back down on the pillow her head had rested on. She slowed her breathing before falling to sleep, listening to the one that had made love to her breath.
2 months later. . .
"And now for tonight's news. . ." the television blared loudly. Okashi sat on the deep blue couch, the cushion soft and feathery. She yawned loudly to herself, covering her mouth. She watched the man on the screen walk back and forth and babble about some robbery that had happened earlier that morning.
"Man this sucks." She said to herself, leaning back on the soft pillows behind her. She heard the door open and then being closed again. She could hear someone lock the door, the walk towards her. She smiled to him when he got into her sight, looking him up and down. The wind blew loudly outside, the leaves brushing against the windows.
"I can't stand this any more . . ." Duo said, dropping his bag. He looked at Okashi, his deep blue eyes meeting hers.
"What do you mean?" She asked, her head resting in her hands. He walked over to her and kissed her on the lips, pushing her back on the couch. She followed, her hands around his neck, bracing the force he had pushed on her.
"I have to. . ." She heard him say. She could feel his hand then, feeling her body. He took her shirt off quickly, taking his off in recognition. He moved her to the bed, kissing her lips and feeling her body. She followed his hands, his motion. She allowed him to do what he wanted to her body, taking his share. She could barely contain herself when he made love to her, welcoming his body. She smiled to herself before kissing his lips in a rage of passion.
1 month later. . .
"1 more month, and you've won." Mujaki said, her voice ringing in Heero's ears. He sat on the couch reading the newspaper he had bought that morning. She walked to him, leaning down and kissing him on the shoulder. Her arms were on his chest, feeling the muscles he had gained. His concentration stayed on the paper in front of him, not bothering to look at the girl. She smiled to him, whispering in his ear.
"1 more month. . ." he heard her say again. He felt her move away from him, her hands leaving his chest. He saw her then as she took the newspaper from him and sat on his lap. Her shirt was unbuttoned, showing the top part of her breasts. Her shirt came past her waist, her legs soft and smooth. She kissed his neck, moving up to his lips. He closed his eyes, feeling her lips touch his body.
"1 more month. . . "He heard her say again. He felt her hand on his, moving it from the couch to her body. He could feel her hand moving his, crossing her chest and up to her face. He grimaced, trying to concentrate on something else other than the woman that lay in front of him.
His eyes opened, looking at her then. He watched her face move to his, looking at her deep purple, caressing eyes. He closed his eyes once again, leaning forward and kissing her on the lips.
"Looks like we all lost." Heero whispered in her ear, taking her to the bed in the next room. He put her down, taking off the shirt that lay on her small body. His lips and hands ventured around her body, memorizing what lay there. He couldn't contain himself any more as he took her into his own, making her body his. He heard her sighs, her moans and her cries. He listened to everything, even when the wind the thunder rolled outside the apartment.
"I can not believe we all lost. . . " Duo said, groaning to himself.
Milliardo and Heero nodded to him, sitting on the bench nearest to him. They laughed a little, explaining what had happened and what each woman had done to get them to lose the bet. They each figured out that they women must have talked and thought about what they were going to do, or that the men were as pathetic as they thought they were.
"Oh well. . ." Milliardo said, scratching his arm.
"Yeah, oh well." Duo replied, sighing to himself.
"Duo!" a familiar voice said as she ran up to him. He smiled and stood up as she jumped at him, giving him a huge hug. Milliardo and Heero smiled at them, noticing the two other girls walking closely behind.
"Mujaki, Korosu." Heero and Milliardo nodded to them, beckoning their coming. Korosu sat on the bench across from every one else, distanced. She sat still, listening to every one gesture about their days. She listened. . .
Korosu.
She jumped suddenly, a small gasp escaping her lips. She looked around, noticing that every one was looking at her. She smiled and sat down, beginning to listen to every one.
"What the hell happened earlier?" Milliardo asked, slamming the door shut.
"What do you mean? Nothing happened."
"Your lying!" he yelled at her, advancing the distance between them.
"How dare you say that!" she screamed at him, backing away from him.
He grabbed her shoulders then, yanking her back and forth. She felt his pain for her through his touch, could hear it in his voice. The silence of his apartment was broken as she screamed at him.
"SHUT UP! Just. . .shut. . . up. . ." She cried, smacking him across the face. His hands left her shoulders, his face red from her own hand.
"Korosu. . ."
She couldn't even bare it any more. A sudden pain in her chest made her gasp, making her breath harder to contain. She held her hands against her chest, putting pressure on her heart. It wouldn't stop; her breath was sharp, short and incandescent. She fell to her knees, gasping for the breath she couldn't have.
Korosu.
She heard the voice again. That familiar voice that she couldn't put her finger on. . .
To Be Continued. . .