Gundam Wing: La Femmes
A Fanfic by Lady Lye
(c)2001
Rated for strong language on behalf of the characters. Remember- it's not the author w/ the potty mouth-it's her potty-mouthed characters.
Disclaimer: I do not own the whole GW thing... If I did I sure as h*ll wouldn't be here wasting my time writing fanfics about them- I'd be using them as my you-know-what slaves per my latest obsession. So don't try to sue me- it ain't worth it.
Note: rough translation for my rough use of Spanish can be found at the bottom of the chapter. This will include all previous phrases.
I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~aaaaaaaaaaackkkkkkk... well for a few days anyway... then I dissappear again for no telling quite how long... I'll be back before the end of August though, don't you worry.
YES! More done! WHAHAHAHAHHA! I think this is my fave part so far... there's so much in it! Hentais may let their imaginations run free! WHAHAHAHAHA!
*sigh* I really wanted it to be finished this time but oh well... I think it'll only be one more and then we move on to 'The Promise Of The THistle', featuring Ky and Duo! ^__^ Yeah, you thougt it would be Heero and Andry cuz I mentioned them last time. Sorry, no go. You shoulda read 'Rage In the Author's Brain' for spoiler stuff.
And now with out further ado, I'll give you what you've been dying to read...
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Gundame: (pronunciation varies between gun-dum-eh and gun-dam-ay, but never gun-dame.) The mobile suits used by the five new girls. They are made of gundanium alloy but are coated with a newly developed substance making their shell even tougher than the gundams. Their pilots are known as the Dames.
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Battle Chapter: Bloodied Thorn (Part Seven, GAH)
"One, Two, Three!" he yanked her back onto the more stable half of the building.
Isa screamed, feeling herself suspended in midair for a moment. Then strong, warm arms were around her and she collapsed into them, choking on a sob. He- he had saved her. She looked up again as the worst crashing noises yet came from behind her. Her kick had dislodged the flooring exactly where she had been. His grip on her waist tightened and she buried her face in his shoulder, not wanting to watch it fall. That could have been her. Would have been her. But for him. He had saved her.
Wufei turned his gaze away from the falling debris. What he held in his arms now wasn't debris. He knew now that she was the most precious thing in the world to him. No way in hell would he ever let her go.
"Hey," he whispered pulling back a little to look her in the eye. "It's ok. I'm here."
"I know," she buried her face in the collar of his jacket again. "Thank you…"
A nearby explosion reminded them that this wasn't the time to be whispering sweet nothings. "Can you walk?"
"I'll live. Let's go!"
Wufei lead them back the way he had come. Destruction was now everywhere and MS were still parading around outside. All the people now had either gotten off the base or were essentially dead. Wufei stopped them at the door. It was nothing but bare earth from here to the gate. "We'll never make it."
"You're forgetting," Isabel held up the tiny remote.
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"Master Xiang! Master Xiang!" a subordinate raced into the room.
"What is it, you fool?"
"Someone's- someone's rescued Ms. Xiang!"
"Meilin!? But that's impossible! The girl couldn't find her way out of a paper bag, never mind the base!"
"Well, sir," he said uncomfortably. "She has."
Xiang turned on a monitor and swore. There indeed was his granddaughter, now surrounded by well-meaning fools. He had hoped that she would be lost in the 'attack', releasing him from his deal with Markiah. He had no choice now. "Get someone down there to help her, damnit!" New activity at the base made him pale. "We're leaving, tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?"
"You heard me! Get on with it!"
"Y-yes, sir!"
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"Adios, muchachos!" Isabel pulled one final stunt in the Thorn, sending them skyrocketing into the air. "You alright, Fei?"
"Fine," he looked a bit queasy. Damn woman drivers. "Where are you taking this crazy thing?"
"Back home, of course," she said as though it were obvious, piloting easily.
"And where would that be?" he snorted skeptically, the knot of worry in his gut making him impatient.
She rolled her eyes at him. "Where do you think, amante?" the words were out of her mouth before she could think them through. Old habits die hard. She quickly shut up and looked away, hoping to god he hadn't seen…
"I was hoping," he said quietly, making her turn to look at him. "that we could stop at my place. I need to make a call. Or does that not fit into your plans, lover?"
She made a small squeak of outraged shock, turning away, then realized it was only fair. "Whatever you say…" she murmured.
"You WERE the one who told me to ask Heero," he smirked. She glanced back at him, amusement and respect in her eyes, despite herself, then she turned her attention back to flying. You were the one…
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Isabel continued to mutter angrily in her mind, arms crossed firmly over her chest as she followed Chang Wufei upstairs. Of COURSE his big stupid house had a big stupid hangar in it… of COURSE it was filled to the brim with old MS. Of COURSE it was big enough to house the Thorn. Stupid man. She watched him go as he strode away from her, going to straight to an office. She followed slowly, telling herself it wasn't tentatively, and settled to wandering a large, comfortable, if lavish room that was the last before he closed a door behind him. Fine, if he didn't want her to follow.
She stood in the center, looking around, trying to get a feel for the place. It was kind of hard with so much to look at. The wealth around her was astounding. Every chair and table was covered in rich, deep, soft, inviting fabrics. But the intricacies of the embroidered designs on them was too beautiful to sit on. The carpets, too, were their own works of art. Vases painted to tell stories held flowers on dark cherry wood tables and small porcelain figurines smiled and glared at her from what seemed every surface. Even the books on the mahogany shelves looked as though they were expensive. Most, if not all of it, had to be antique.
Not wanting to intrude, but unable to stop herself, she knelt beside a large urn, tracing a finger along the delicate outlines of a bird in flight. It was all so beautiful and rang with the glory of ancient times. She followed the lines around all that she could easily see of it, following the story of the bird's travels. A small table stood next to it and a little figure of a dragon caught her eye. Carefully, she picked him up, appreciating every detail. He seemed made of gold and gemstones, the lacquer was so beautiful. Every detail was exquisite, right down to the pointy tips of his claws and the fire in his eyes.
"That was made by my last ancestor to live in this house," Wufei came to sit beside her on the floor.
"It's beautiful," she said, blushing slightly and hastily putting it back. Silly girl. What right did she have to touch these things? "Did you make your call?"
"I did. Help should come by dawn," he nodded.
Silence stretched between them. There was a lot of silence in this house, because of its emptiness, but it was a meditative silence. As though the house were waiting for things to begin to happen around it again. Isa pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She suddenly felt shy and a little afraid. She fiddled with the button on her jacket. "Fei…"
"Why did you kiss me?"
The question startled her and she looked up at last. His eyes were unreadable, and they begged the question. "W-What?"
"Maybe I should have asked why you punched me, first."
It dawned on her. The first time they had ever met. Her cheeks colored with sudden embarrassment and shame. Now that she thought about it, she couldn't remember why she had socked him. 'Socked'… listen to her… Really, she couldn't think of any reason to hurt this proud dragon beside her. "Why did you save me?" Fight fire with fire.
"Well, that one's easy," he looked at her calmly. Simultaneously she melted and wanted to hit him again to make her stomach stop jumping.
"So answer it," she dared.
He did so with a kiss, leaning in closely and tilting her chin up with one hand. She didn't fight back, though she froze momentarily, startled, then relaxed and enjoyed it. It was very different kiss to the one she had given him. He broke it, "Satisfied?"
"My turn again. Why did you kiss me?"
"'Because you needed it'." He threw her answers back in her face, making her stare at him in shock. With a wicked grin he added, "And because you are muy hermoso."
"I'll kill that boy…" she muttered darkly, making him laugh. "Been studying, have you?"
"A little," he admitted. The mood had lightened considerably. "And I'm sure that that's not what you wanted to know." She looked at him quizzically. He just kept surprising her today. "You want to know if I kissed you because I want to do it again."
She made a small noise of mock disgust and crossed her arms over her chest, trying very hard to glare at him, but it wasn't working and they both knew it. "Is that an invitation?"
"I could use another clichéd line, but I think I'll be nice and let it hang there."
"You call that nice?"
He shrugged, eyes never leaving hers.
Since when did she need an invitation? She stared back, amazed at just how much his seemingly blank eyes held. There was a whole world in their dark depths. She could feel her heart begin to pick up pace in her chest again, throbbing against her ribs. She could feel her eyelids slowly drooping as they seemed magnetically drawn together…
She quickly stood, head reeling with the spinning emotions. "Wufei-" she bit her lip.
He stayed on the floor and wouldn't look at her, his cheeks aflame with shame. "No- no, I'm sorry, Isa… I shouldn't have asked you to come here…"
She knelt down, balancing neatly on her high heels, a feat in the skirt as well. She reached out one cool finger to tip his chin up and look into those eyes again. "Sh, amore, no me ire'…" she whispered. Her heart was thundering again. Maybe it was stupid, maybe it was foolhardy, maybe it was even fatal, but gently, she tilted his chin up a little more to kiss him softly.
Her actions surprised him, and he nearly tumbled backward at the shock- then a new shock coursed through him and desperately he clung to her. This fire, this passion, this heated desire-
Her head was a mess- it was a windstorm of emotion. But her cheeks, her lips, her body- they were on fire, fanned by the gales of her passion. Passion that she hadn't been aware that she'd had, especially not for him. But now it was unleashed and she found herself kissing him hungrily for more, just as he was kissing her. She tumbled back, unable to retain her balance on the unstable high heels but her lips never left his, as his arms were so close around her waist that she merely sat on the floor, clinging to him.
He pulled her onto his lap, giving her a single, long, lingering kiss. He pulled away to look deeply into her eyes. "Isa…"
"Fei…"
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People swarmed in an area a good distance away from the smoking base, taking over one of the practice fields. A group had gathered around a small, central figure and she looked up as a man approached them and saluted.
"Ms Xiang? I've been told to bring you home immediately."
Meilin looked at him, and then up at Ramsey, who had been standing as body guard and never left her side. He nodded grimly. She turned to the man. "Thank you," she stood, wrapping the blanket the kind people here had given her closer around her shoulders and followed, Ramsey in her wake.
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(AN: Alright, hentais. You may now imagine whatever the hell you want. I WOULD lemonize this except I'd have to up the rating too much to do so and thus I have put it off. I may in the future, but I'm not promising anything. If someone would like to, just let me know.
Duo: What she's not telling you is that actually she's just too shy to write one-
Lady: I am not! I have the perfect idea for a lemon later on and I am GOING to write it.
Duo: *Smirks* Yeah, right. Then why don't you lemonize this?
Lady: …because it's too much citrus.
Duo: You like citrus.
Lady: Yes, I do. So keep an eye for a Citrus Bar to hopefully open on my bio… hopefully…
Duo: Procrastina~ation! OW! *Lady thwaps him*)
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It was the small hours of the morning, dawn just beginning to paint the sky a paler blue before Wufei awoke. He looked around him at the now familiar surroundings of his bedroom. Something however was unfamiliar, yet infinitely more welcome. Tangled in his arms was the most beautiful creature he had ever known, her silken black hair spread across the pillows like ink. He bent his head and buried his face in the small of her neck, pulling her closer. She was angelic in sleep.
Isabel murmured softly, barely stirring, and turned to snuggle into his bare chest. She drifted in and out of the layers of sleep, a smile coming to her lips as it registered that she was safe and warm, wrapped in a loving embrace. Her eyes flashed open. Whose embrace?! Whose?! She sat up quickly, but Wufei had drifted back into a light doze. She stared down at him, utterly flabbergasted, her heart pounding. No. No, it wasn't possible. She hadn't- hadn't slept with him, had she?! Flashes of the night before ripped through her mind and she stared ahead, a hand going to her mouth. Why, WHY had she let her foolish body lead her?
'Poque usted lo ama," a voice in her head whispered as she stared at his sleeping form. Everything about him was beautiful. The curve of his shoulder, the smooth muscles of his back, the way his hair spilled around his perfect, sleeping face. She found herself reaching out to push back a stray lock of black of silk and she pulled her hand back quickly, biting her bottom lip. 'No,' she thought. 'Because you love him,' it insisted.
He stirred then, realizing she was no longer in his arms. Her apprehensions forgotten, she leaned in and ran a hand through his hair, kissing him softly on the lips. "Wake up, amante…"
He surfaced quickly and looked up into her smiling face. He smiled back. "It's really true this time."
"Don't be cheeky," she said, still smiling, pulling out of his line of vision to sit on the edge of the big bed. Her back to him, she picked up the small clock on the bedside table. "Nearly five a.m. Isn't your friend supposed to be here by dawn?" she glanced back to look at him.
Wufei sat up on his hands, watching her. His eyes traveled from the soft, slightly wavy tendrils of black hair that covered her shoulders to her bare spine and bottom, half covered by the plush of the mattress. "Hm?" he murmured.
"I said, your friend will be here soon," she wouldn't meet his gaze. Before he could ask her what was wrong, she turned away again and stood. "I'm going to shower… I won't take long," she said, gathering up her clothes from the night before.
He watched her, a little confused and more than a little hurt. "It's the door to your left, next to the lamp." She nodded and disappeared, eyes still downcast. Glancing at the clock, he saw the he didn't have time to ponder it now. He stretched and went to his wardrobe, taking out what he would need for the day and headed down the hall to take his own shower.
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Isa let the water warm hot, steaming up the mirror and tiles closest. It was a huge room, made of exquisite tiles, marble, and gold spigots. She stepped into the hot stream and let it cascade down her shoulders and back, her hair safely in a tight bun close to her head. Her breath caught in a sob and before she knew it she was crying. She leaned back against the cool tiles of the wall and slid to the floor, her tears mixing with the shower water.
"What have I done?" she whispered hoarsely. "What have I done…?"
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Ok, I'm thinking next chap- the end of Bloodied Thorn. THANK YOU ALL! You guys ROCK as always! To specific reveiwers-
TO Vortex- I LOVE your suggestions! I ADORE them! I'm sure I'm stick them in somewhere... I won't get tired of cool reveiws like that, I promise!
ALL your reveiws are awesome! THANK YOU! *hugs and throws out La Femmes plushies to readers* ^__^ See you all again soon!
Here are the terms you may need...
WARNING: I used the translator on www.dictionary.com http://www.dictionary.com for these. I don't expect them all to be good. I do hope they get the point across. If anyone knows of a better site to use or can give me some really excellent phrases for Isabel to say, let me know.
amante- lover
buen- good
cliente- hot
cosa caliente- hot thing
fresco como vienen- fresh as they come
hibrido- bastard
materia caliente- hot stuff
mi buen pequeño amigo que mira - my good looking little friend.
muchacha- girl
muchacho- boy
Muchacha del idiota- idiot girl
muy- very. as in muy caliente
muy hermoso- very beautiful
perra estúpida- stupid bitch
poque usted lo ama- because you love him
princesa- princess
un moron de mierda- a fucking moron (don't worry, I really do love you, Duo...)
Love it? Hate it? Give me frikkin feedback!!
But thank you for reading anyway :)
-Lady Lye
A Fanfic by Lady Lye
(c)2001
Rated for strong language on behalf of the characters. Remember- it's not the author w/ the potty mouth-it's her potty-mouthed characters.
Disclaimer: I do not own the whole GW thing... If I did I sure as h*ll wouldn't be here wasting my time writing fanfics about them- I'd be using them as my you-know-what slaves per my latest obsession. So don't try to sue me- it ain't worth it.
Note: rough translation for my rough use of Spanish can be found at the bottom of the chapter. This will include all previous phrases.
I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~aaaaaaaaaaackkkkkkk... well for a few days anyway... then I dissappear again for no telling quite how long... I'll be back before the end of August though, don't you worry.
YES! More done! WHAHAHAHAHHA! I think this is my fave part so far... there's so much in it! Hentais may let their imaginations run free! WHAHAHAHAHA!
*sigh* I really wanted it to be finished this time but oh well... I think it'll only be one more and then we move on to 'The Promise Of The THistle', featuring Ky and Duo! ^__^ Yeah, you thougt it would be Heero and Andry cuz I mentioned them last time. Sorry, no go. You shoulda read 'Rage In the Author's Brain' for spoiler stuff.
And now with out further ado, I'll give you what you've been dying to read...
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Gundame: (pronunciation varies between gun-dum-eh and gun-dam-ay, but never gun-dame.) The mobile suits used by the five new girls. They are made of gundanium alloy but are coated with a newly developed substance making their shell even tougher than the gundams. Their pilots are known as the Dames.
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Battle Chapter: Bloodied Thorn (Part Seven, GAH)
"One, Two, Three!" he yanked her back onto the more stable half of the building.
Isa screamed, feeling herself suspended in midair for a moment. Then strong, warm arms were around her and she collapsed into them, choking on a sob. He- he had saved her. She looked up again as the worst crashing noises yet came from behind her. Her kick had dislodged the flooring exactly where she had been. His grip on her waist tightened and she buried her face in his shoulder, not wanting to watch it fall. That could have been her. Would have been her. But for him. He had saved her.
Wufei turned his gaze away from the falling debris. What he held in his arms now wasn't debris. He knew now that she was the most precious thing in the world to him. No way in hell would he ever let her go.
"Hey," he whispered pulling back a little to look her in the eye. "It's ok. I'm here."
"I know," she buried her face in the collar of his jacket again. "Thank you…"
A nearby explosion reminded them that this wasn't the time to be whispering sweet nothings. "Can you walk?"
"I'll live. Let's go!"
Wufei lead them back the way he had come. Destruction was now everywhere and MS were still parading around outside. All the people now had either gotten off the base or were essentially dead. Wufei stopped them at the door. It was nothing but bare earth from here to the gate. "We'll never make it."
"You're forgetting," Isabel held up the tiny remote.
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"Master Xiang! Master Xiang!" a subordinate raced into the room.
"What is it, you fool?"
"Someone's- someone's rescued Ms. Xiang!"
"Meilin!? But that's impossible! The girl couldn't find her way out of a paper bag, never mind the base!"
"Well, sir," he said uncomfortably. "She has."
Xiang turned on a monitor and swore. There indeed was his granddaughter, now surrounded by well-meaning fools. He had hoped that she would be lost in the 'attack', releasing him from his deal with Markiah. He had no choice now. "Get someone down there to help her, damnit!" New activity at the base made him pale. "We're leaving, tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?"
"You heard me! Get on with it!"
"Y-yes, sir!"
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"Adios, muchachos!" Isabel pulled one final stunt in the Thorn, sending them skyrocketing into the air. "You alright, Fei?"
"Fine," he looked a bit queasy. Damn woman drivers. "Where are you taking this crazy thing?"
"Back home, of course," she said as though it were obvious, piloting easily.
"And where would that be?" he snorted skeptically, the knot of worry in his gut making him impatient.
She rolled her eyes at him. "Where do you think, amante?" the words were out of her mouth before she could think them through. Old habits die hard. She quickly shut up and looked away, hoping to god he hadn't seen…
"I was hoping," he said quietly, making her turn to look at him. "that we could stop at my place. I need to make a call. Or does that not fit into your plans, lover?"
She made a small squeak of outraged shock, turning away, then realized it was only fair. "Whatever you say…" she murmured.
"You WERE the one who told me to ask Heero," he smirked. She glanced back at him, amusement and respect in her eyes, despite herself, then she turned her attention back to flying. You were the one…
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Isabel continued to mutter angrily in her mind, arms crossed firmly over her chest as she followed Chang Wufei upstairs. Of COURSE his big stupid house had a big stupid hangar in it… of COURSE it was filled to the brim with old MS. Of COURSE it was big enough to house the Thorn. Stupid man. She watched him go as he strode away from her, going to straight to an office. She followed slowly, telling herself it wasn't tentatively, and settled to wandering a large, comfortable, if lavish room that was the last before he closed a door behind him. Fine, if he didn't want her to follow.
She stood in the center, looking around, trying to get a feel for the place. It was kind of hard with so much to look at. The wealth around her was astounding. Every chair and table was covered in rich, deep, soft, inviting fabrics. But the intricacies of the embroidered designs on them was too beautiful to sit on. The carpets, too, were their own works of art. Vases painted to tell stories held flowers on dark cherry wood tables and small porcelain figurines smiled and glared at her from what seemed every surface. Even the books on the mahogany shelves looked as though they were expensive. Most, if not all of it, had to be antique.
Not wanting to intrude, but unable to stop herself, she knelt beside a large urn, tracing a finger along the delicate outlines of a bird in flight. It was all so beautiful and rang with the glory of ancient times. She followed the lines around all that she could easily see of it, following the story of the bird's travels. A small table stood next to it and a little figure of a dragon caught her eye. Carefully, she picked him up, appreciating every detail. He seemed made of gold and gemstones, the lacquer was so beautiful. Every detail was exquisite, right down to the pointy tips of his claws and the fire in his eyes.
"That was made by my last ancestor to live in this house," Wufei came to sit beside her on the floor.
"It's beautiful," she said, blushing slightly and hastily putting it back. Silly girl. What right did she have to touch these things? "Did you make your call?"
"I did. Help should come by dawn," he nodded.
Silence stretched between them. There was a lot of silence in this house, because of its emptiness, but it was a meditative silence. As though the house were waiting for things to begin to happen around it again. Isa pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She suddenly felt shy and a little afraid. She fiddled with the button on her jacket. "Fei…"
"Why did you kiss me?"
The question startled her and she looked up at last. His eyes were unreadable, and they begged the question. "W-What?"
"Maybe I should have asked why you punched me, first."
It dawned on her. The first time they had ever met. Her cheeks colored with sudden embarrassment and shame. Now that she thought about it, she couldn't remember why she had socked him. 'Socked'… listen to her… Really, she couldn't think of any reason to hurt this proud dragon beside her. "Why did you save me?" Fight fire with fire.
"Well, that one's easy," he looked at her calmly. Simultaneously she melted and wanted to hit him again to make her stomach stop jumping.
"So answer it," she dared.
He did so with a kiss, leaning in closely and tilting her chin up with one hand. She didn't fight back, though she froze momentarily, startled, then relaxed and enjoyed it. It was very different kiss to the one she had given him. He broke it, "Satisfied?"
"My turn again. Why did you kiss me?"
"'Because you needed it'." He threw her answers back in her face, making her stare at him in shock. With a wicked grin he added, "And because you are muy hermoso."
"I'll kill that boy…" she muttered darkly, making him laugh. "Been studying, have you?"
"A little," he admitted. The mood had lightened considerably. "And I'm sure that that's not what you wanted to know." She looked at him quizzically. He just kept surprising her today. "You want to know if I kissed you because I want to do it again."
She made a small noise of mock disgust and crossed her arms over her chest, trying very hard to glare at him, but it wasn't working and they both knew it. "Is that an invitation?"
"I could use another clichéd line, but I think I'll be nice and let it hang there."
"You call that nice?"
He shrugged, eyes never leaving hers.
Since when did she need an invitation? She stared back, amazed at just how much his seemingly blank eyes held. There was a whole world in their dark depths. She could feel her heart begin to pick up pace in her chest again, throbbing against her ribs. She could feel her eyelids slowly drooping as they seemed magnetically drawn together…
She quickly stood, head reeling with the spinning emotions. "Wufei-" she bit her lip.
He stayed on the floor and wouldn't look at her, his cheeks aflame with shame. "No- no, I'm sorry, Isa… I shouldn't have asked you to come here…"
She knelt down, balancing neatly on her high heels, a feat in the skirt as well. She reached out one cool finger to tip his chin up and look into those eyes again. "Sh, amore, no me ire'…" she whispered. Her heart was thundering again. Maybe it was stupid, maybe it was foolhardy, maybe it was even fatal, but gently, she tilted his chin up a little more to kiss him softly.
Her actions surprised him, and he nearly tumbled backward at the shock- then a new shock coursed through him and desperately he clung to her. This fire, this passion, this heated desire-
Her head was a mess- it was a windstorm of emotion. But her cheeks, her lips, her body- they were on fire, fanned by the gales of her passion. Passion that she hadn't been aware that she'd had, especially not for him. But now it was unleashed and she found herself kissing him hungrily for more, just as he was kissing her. She tumbled back, unable to retain her balance on the unstable high heels but her lips never left his, as his arms were so close around her waist that she merely sat on the floor, clinging to him.
He pulled her onto his lap, giving her a single, long, lingering kiss. He pulled away to look deeply into her eyes. "Isa…"
"Fei…"
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People swarmed in an area a good distance away from the smoking base, taking over one of the practice fields. A group had gathered around a small, central figure and she looked up as a man approached them and saluted.
"Ms Xiang? I've been told to bring you home immediately."
Meilin looked at him, and then up at Ramsey, who had been standing as body guard and never left her side. He nodded grimly. She turned to the man. "Thank you," she stood, wrapping the blanket the kind people here had given her closer around her shoulders and followed, Ramsey in her wake.
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(AN: Alright, hentais. You may now imagine whatever the hell you want. I WOULD lemonize this except I'd have to up the rating too much to do so and thus I have put it off. I may in the future, but I'm not promising anything. If someone would like to, just let me know.
Duo: What she's not telling you is that actually she's just too shy to write one-
Lady: I am not! I have the perfect idea for a lemon later on and I am GOING to write it.
Duo: *Smirks* Yeah, right. Then why don't you lemonize this?
Lady: …because it's too much citrus.
Duo: You like citrus.
Lady: Yes, I do. So keep an eye for a Citrus Bar to hopefully open on my bio… hopefully…
Duo: Procrastina~ation! OW! *Lady thwaps him*)
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It was the small hours of the morning, dawn just beginning to paint the sky a paler blue before Wufei awoke. He looked around him at the now familiar surroundings of his bedroom. Something however was unfamiliar, yet infinitely more welcome. Tangled in his arms was the most beautiful creature he had ever known, her silken black hair spread across the pillows like ink. He bent his head and buried his face in the small of her neck, pulling her closer. She was angelic in sleep.
Isabel murmured softly, barely stirring, and turned to snuggle into his bare chest. She drifted in and out of the layers of sleep, a smile coming to her lips as it registered that she was safe and warm, wrapped in a loving embrace. Her eyes flashed open. Whose embrace?! Whose?! She sat up quickly, but Wufei had drifted back into a light doze. She stared down at him, utterly flabbergasted, her heart pounding. No. No, it wasn't possible. She hadn't- hadn't slept with him, had she?! Flashes of the night before ripped through her mind and she stared ahead, a hand going to her mouth. Why, WHY had she let her foolish body lead her?
'Poque usted lo ama," a voice in her head whispered as she stared at his sleeping form. Everything about him was beautiful. The curve of his shoulder, the smooth muscles of his back, the way his hair spilled around his perfect, sleeping face. She found herself reaching out to push back a stray lock of black of silk and she pulled her hand back quickly, biting her bottom lip. 'No,' she thought. 'Because you love him,' it insisted.
He stirred then, realizing she was no longer in his arms. Her apprehensions forgotten, she leaned in and ran a hand through his hair, kissing him softly on the lips. "Wake up, amante…"
He surfaced quickly and looked up into her smiling face. He smiled back. "It's really true this time."
"Don't be cheeky," she said, still smiling, pulling out of his line of vision to sit on the edge of the big bed. Her back to him, she picked up the small clock on the bedside table. "Nearly five a.m. Isn't your friend supposed to be here by dawn?" she glanced back to look at him.
Wufei sat up on his hands, watching her. His eyes traveled from the soft, slightly wavy tendrils of black hair that covered her shoulders to her bare spine and bottom, half covered by the plush of the mattress. "Hm?" he murmured.
"I said, your friend will be here soon," she wouldn't meet his gaze. Before he could ask her what was wrong, she turned away again and stood. "I'm going to shower… I won't take long," she said, gathering up her clothes from the night before.
He watched her, a little confused and more than a little hurt. "It's the door to your left, next to the lamp." She nodded and disappeared, eyes still downcast. Glancing at the clock, he saw the he didn't have time to ponder it now. He stretched and went to his wardrobe, taking out what he would need for the day and headed down the hall to take his own shower.
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Isa let the water warm hot, steaming up the mirror and tiles closest. It was a huge room, made of exquisite tiles, marble, and gold spigots. She stepped into the hot stream and let it cascade down her shoulders and back, her hair safely in a tight bun close to her head. Her breath caught in a sob and before she knew it she was crying. She leaned back against the cool tiles of the wall and slid to the floor, her tears mixing with the shower water.
"What have I done?" she whispered hoarsely. "What have I done…?"
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Ok, I'm thinking next chap- the end of Bloodied Thorn. THANK YOU ALL! You guys ROCK as always! To specific reveiwers-
TO Vortex- I LOVE your suggestions! I ADORE them! I'm sure I'm stick them in somewhere... I won't get tired of cool reveiws like that, I promise!
ALL your reveiws are awesome! THANK YOU! *hugs and throws out La Femmes plushies to readers* ^__^ See you all again soon!
Here are the terms you may need...
WARNING: I used the translator on www.dictionary.com http://www.dictionary.com for these. I don't expect them all to be good. I do hope they get the point across. If anyone knows of a better site to use or can give me some really excellent phrases for Isabel to say, let me know.
amante- lover
buen- good
cliente- hot
cosa caliente- hot thing
fresco como vienen- fresh as they come
hibrido- bastard
materia caliente- hot stuff
mi buen pequeño amigo que mira - my good looking little friend.
muchacha- girl
muchacho- boy
Muchacha del idiota- idiot girl
muy- very. as in muy caliente
muy hermoso- very beautiful
perra estúpida- stupid bitch
poque usted lo ama- because you love him
princesa- princess
un moron de mierda- a fucking moron (don't worry, I really do love you, Duo...)
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-Lady Lye
