Aftermath (Part 3)
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"Oooohhhhh...."
That slight sound grated across my nerves like fire and I swore I was never touching another drop of alcohol in my life. Who'd have known that Quatre would allow such strong drink at one of his parties? This is just another reminder to never underestimate the Winner heir in anything. It didn't take much for me to realize I was naked, in a bed I didn't recognize, and I only vaguely assumed that it was somewhere in Quatre's house.
Oh this would be REAL good. Let the press get wind of this. 'Former Queen of the World elicits sordid affair with Winner heir'. I could see it now. Chuckling faintly, I sat up and immediately regretted it. Both hands darted out to my sides, stabilizing me on the bed that had suddenly decided to start moving. This wasn't good. Not at all. Oh dear...
I thank whatever deity was paying attention that not only was there a private bathroom attached to this room, but that I made it there without running into any walls or tripping over the pattern on the rug. Either would have been a viable option, considering my current state. As I clung to the bowl, I instantly realized why I'd never had anything stronger than champagne in my entire existance and likely would never go near THAT again either.
I felt hands on my shoulders, scooping my hair back and holding it so that I didn't make more of a mess of myself than I was already. A soft groan was all I could utter in thanks, and I could have sworn I heard a faint chuckle behind me. Male. I would have looked up if I could, but something told me it wouldn't be the smartest thing I could do. It was almost twenty minutes before I could even think about moving.
When I got to my feet shakily, I found a glass of water being pressed into my hand and I accepted it as graciously as I could. It was then that I looked up and found myself caught by a pair of green eyes that I'd never really noticed before.
"Drink a bit more, Miss Relena... it'll help, I promise."
All I could do was nod dumbly, and he brought one hand to the glass to stabilize it as I shook. I don't know why, really... I couldn't stop my gaze from travelling downward over his bod-- oh dear...
He was just as naked as I was, and if he'd heard me... I started to fall back, feeling myself being caught and lifted, then carried back into the main room. As I was laid on the bed, I looked up through a haze at the concerned face above my own.
"Rest now... I'll try and find something that'll help. I'm just rather glad that I don't get hungover."
He went to slip away then, but something made me grab his hand and pull him back. "Wait..." His gaze returned to mine and I found myself smiling, not caring what may or may not have happened. It was obvious that he felt the same way. "Do me a favour?"
"What is it?"
"Kill Quatre if you find him."
He chuckled then, shaking his head softly. "Under normal circumstances, I'd refuse. However, I'm more than willing to turn the tables on him."
I felt myself slipping back into sleep then, and nodded faintly, grinning.
"Thank you, Trowa."
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TBC
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"Oooohhhhh...."
That slight sound grated across my nerves like fire and I swore I was never touching another drop of alcohol in my life. Who'd have known that Quatre would allow such strong drink at one of his parties? This is just another reminder to never underestimate the Winner heir in anything. It didn't take much for me to realize I was naked, in a bed I didn't recognize, and I only vaguely assumed that it was somewhere in Quatre's house.
Oh this would be REAL good. Let the press get wind of this. 'Former Queen of the World elicits sordid affair with Winner heir'. I could see it now. Chuckling faintly, I sat up and immediately regretted it. Both hands darted out to my sides, stabilizing me on the bed that had suddenly decided to start moving. This wasn't good. Not at all. Oh dear...
I thank whatever deity was paying attention that not only was there a private bathroom attached to this room, but that I made it there without running into any walls or tripping over the pattern on the rug. Either would have been a viable option, considering my current state. As I clung to the bowl, I instantly realized why I'd never had anything stronger than champagne in my entire existance and likely would never go near THAT again either.
I felt hands on my shoulders, scooping my hair back and holding it so that I didn't make more of a mess of myself than I was already. A soft groan was all I could utter in thanks, and I could have sworn I heard a faint chuckle behind me. Male. I would have looked up if I could, but something told me it wouldn't be the smartest thing I could do. It was almost twenty minutes before I could even think about moving.
When I got to my feet shakily, I found a glass of water being pressed into my hand and I accepted it as graciously as I could. It was then that I looked up and found myself caught by a pair of green eyes that I'd never really noticed before.
"Drink a bit more, Miss Relena... it'll help, I promise."
All I could do was nod dumbly, and he brought one hand to the glass to stabilize it as I shook. I don't know why, really... I couldn't stop my gaze from travelling downward over his bod-- oh dear...
He was just as naked as I was, and if he'd heard me... I started to fall back, feeling myself being caught and lifted, then carried back into the main room. As I was laid on the bed, I looked up through a haze at the concerned face above my own.
"Rest now... I'll try and find something that'll help. I'm just rather glad that I don't get hungover."
He went to slip away then, but something made me grab his hand and pull him back. "Wait..." His gaze returned to mine and I found myself smiling, not caring what may or may not have happened. It was obvious that he felt the same way. "Do me a favour?"
"What is it?"
"Kill Quatre if you find him."
He chuckled then, shaking his head softly. "Under normal circumstances, I'd refuse. However, I'm more than willing to turn the tables on him."
I felt myself slipping back into sleep then, and nodded faintly, grinning.
"Thank you, Trowa."
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TBC