Quatre and Catherine sat looking at eachother slack jawed.
"I think I may pass out again." Catherine pressed her bloodless fingertips to her chest.
"Oh grow up Cathy, like you haven't......" Trowa was cut off by the murderous glare from his little sister. His eyes widened. "You haven't?! Oh GREAT! This is precious, you a virgin?" He chuckled.
"Trowa, don't be so crass." Quatre chided. He cleared his throat. "Her and I are in the same boat." He said meekly. This comment sent Trowa into laughing hysterics. Slapping his thigh, he swiped at an imaginary tear.
"Of all coincidences." He pressed a palm to his cheek. Sighing, he sobered up. "No matter, you two still have to be in the same bed and put on the appearances of a couple madly in love." He smirked. "Want to keep you two safe now!" His smirk was growing deeper and bigger by the second. "We'll drive out to the market and go buy some outfits. Sally and I will do that tomorrw, have to keep you safe now."
Catherine and Quatre were looking at eachother like the other were a spider.
"This is insane." Catherine sputtered.
"Now Catherine, we must follow along for safety's sake, I know perfectly well how to defend myself and you as well, so stay with me and we'll be alright. Not like the house is lacking in entertainment!" He chuckled and patted her thigh.
The touch sent jolts up Catherine's leg and straight to all of her womanly nerve endings. Her breath hitched and her eyes widened. The warmth of his large hands that were damp from the sweat of his water glass stuck to her bare legs.
"Ye....yeah." She laughed. Quatre gave her a questioning look. "Sounds like fun! Plus Sally will be here." She gave a shy smile.
"Yep. But I bet it's one of the servents, and I know the Macagnacs haven't ratted me cause I've known them since I was 10." He pressed his forefinger to his chin. "Now, who knows you two are here. Ah! I told my cousin Mohammed you two were here and he seemed very eager to get me to leave saying I work too much. But he has been in Cozumel for the past week. Hmmm." He frowned. "You and Wufei should research that. I'll try to help in ways, but knowing that I am the target, I am unable to help but be a decoy." he sighed. "Time to start acting intimate, Cat." He said in a silky tone that Catherine had never heard before.
"Why of course Quatre, darling." She replied in the same tone. Letting him pull her to her feet, she went into his arms and said breathlessly. "Anything to please you."
Quatre swallowed the huge lump in his throat, which must've travelled to his groin because he felt the confines of his pants becoming much less. He slid his gaze to see if Trowa was still against the wall, but still up to date with his military training, Trowa had slid out unnoticed.
"Let's test out how I'm going to let these bad guys see how utterly attracted I am to you." He was nervous, he hadn't kissed anyone, maybe to political kisses to women dignitaries, but never one with emotion or passion before. Taking a deep breath, Quatre leaned in and let his lips brush Catherine's.
Catherine felt the butterfly soft kiss against her lips, she pressed her lips back against his letting all of his lips press against hers.
Quatre's eyes shot open when Catherine responded. Freezing for a moment, he kissed back hesitantly. One of his hands splayed against her back while the other rested on her jean clad hip. Her shirt bunched as Quatre rubbed circles on her back uneducated on what to do with his hands.
Catherine's arms were wrapped around his neck, her fingers twining in his glorious straw blonde hair. Being bold, she decided to try what many heroines in the books she read, she let her tongue brush against Quatre's still tightly closed ones. He gasped at the shock of it, letting Catherine sneck hers in to tangle with his. Lettingher head tilt, she brushed his bottom lip with her tongue.
Quatre's brain was on sensory overload, her tongue had shocked him enough, and the kiss was going to make his hair stand on end for hours. But hsi testosterone was taking over, and upon instinct he let his mouth open more to take Catherine's bottom lip between his teeth and suck on it. Letting his own tongue out to play with hers, the room became only filled with the harsh breathing of the kiss.
"Getting aquainted I see?" The two kissers leapt apart and started at the chuckling Rashid. His now greying hair still defied gravity and was in it's almost Wolverine from the X-men's hair style. "Don't mind me." He chuckled once more and headed for the kitchen.
"I think, uh, the, uh, group, wil, uh, see how attracted I am, to you." He stood picking imaginary lint off himself and coughed. Looking at his watch he coughed. "Um, dinner will be in about 2 hours. 6:30 pm. We'll eat on the patio and have pita sandwiches with chicken and ranch. I have to go, uh, talk with your brother." He stuttered and beat a hastey retreat.
Catherine stood still shell shocked from her and Quatre's kiss. A blush painted her upped cheeks, her lips were swollen, and she had a glint in her eyes. Picking up her glass of water, she took a sip.
"This will be very interesting." She murmured.
Dinner was informal and again had a light air. Trowa sipped from a wine cooler, while Quatre and Catherine had glasses of iced tea. The sandwiches were stuffed inside halves of pitas making pockets for the food. Inside them was grilled chicken pieces, lettuce, shredded cheese, and a drizzling of ranch dressing.
Trowa lay sprawled on the lawn chair with his Hawaiian shirt unbuttoned showing his abs, and his navy blue swim trunks were low slung on his hips. His chisled muscles were, from Relena, one of his best assessts. She didn't have enough bravery to ask her favorite. Quatre wore a wife beater tank top and the hem over lapped the top of his yellow swim trunks. On the corner of one leg in black, a small polo player was stitched. He and Catherine, still getting into the swing if being a couple, shared one long tanning chair. With Quatre resting against the back, and Catherine situated between his legs using him as a back rest.
Catherine wore a bikini that had a jungle flower print on it. She used an over large men's button up as a cover. Her curly auburn hair was pulled into a pony tail.
"I see you two are trying to act like you're a couple." Trowa commented as he threw back the last of his wine cooler.
"Yeah." Quatre smiled. His hands lay splayed against her ribcage, his thumbs rubbing the skin just below her top. Catherine was leaning against him.
"It's not bad at all." She had a lazy smile plastered on her face. Her hands rested on Quatre's thighs. The light amount of hair on his legs was blonde, being bleached from the sun and his natural hair color, was being smoothed by Catherine's hands.
"Don't enjoy it too much Winner." Trowa gave him a pointed glare.
"Oh Trowa shush, like you're that noble. Besides, I don't feel any stirrings from where I'm sitting anyway. Q's being a good boy isn't he?" She lifted and arm and patted his cheek. He blushed and smiled.
"Yep!" He picked her up and set her on his lap, letting his head rest on her shoulder. He let his arms encircle her as he nuzzled her neck. She giggled and let her hands go and sit on his hips.
"But now, from me personally, I think you two really like eachother." He smiled. The two froze. Looking at him, they were blushing scarlet. "Ah, I must have hit the proverbial nail on the head." He smiled. "I have nothing against it. My blessing." He waved a hand toward them. "But as you two cuddle, I'm going to take a dip in this nice cool pool." Shucking off his shirt, he ambled over toward the diving board.
"So does this mean you're my real real girlfriend?" Quatre whispered into Catherine's ear. She smled and turned.
"Only if you'll have me. The country bumpkin." She laughed.
"Oh I wouldn't trade you for all my money." He hugged her, and then coaxed her up into standing. "But, let's swim a dn cool off before we set something on fire." He chuckled.
"The water's great!" Trowa yelled from the pool. Quatre peeled off his tank top and waited till Catherine shed her shirt.
Trowa watched as the two were nothing but saints to eachother. Catherine would be flirty and good natured to him while he flirted back and was his usual cherubic self. Maybe out of the dark comes a light. He floated across the pool on his back. Relena would be in match maker heaven here. He smiled at the thought of her. Tomorrow the most widely known couple would be coming to help. God help Catherine if she doesn't out and sock Wufei before the week is out. Groaning, he did a backwards somersault into the water from his position. Tomorrow was going to be long as well as tonight.
Quatre and Catherine stood on each side of the bed. Quatre in a pair of silk pajama pants, Catherine in a spaghetti strap top and a pair of girlie short boxers. The covers were turned back and a rose from Rashid lay between the pillows.
"Wow, it's beautiful!" Catherine gasped as she picked up the thornless rose.
"Rashid grows them in a green house. He calls them 'Scarlet Desert'. Apparently they're a new spieces." He said as he climbing under the silk covers. Catherine set it on the night table next to her and climbed into bed. Turning outthe light, Quatre lay on his back, stiff as a board. Not wanting to touch Catherine accidentally, or disturb her for that matter.
Catherine lay stiffly on her side, with her back to him, she didn't want to end up looking like she had just screwed him five ways from Sunday. Swallowing hard, she turned on her other side facing Quatre. He lay with hsi back to her. His breathing deep, letting his back rise and fall with each breath. Unable to sleep, she reached out with one finger and traced the developed muscles underneath his pale skin in the moonlight. His skin was like the silk they slept on, soft.
Quatre's eyes shot open when Catherine's fingers began tracing the lines in his back. He gripped the sheets infront of him to stop himself from ruining the moment. Another part of him was urging him to break his promise to Trowa. Cursing his stupid horomones, he kept breathing deeply to maintain control.
"Cat." He said quietly. Turning so he faced her, he caught his breath as he saw the moonlight streaming on her. "I know neither of us can sleep. So, why don't we sleep closer, and maybe we could." He opened his arms and urged her into them. Giving a quick glance up to him, She scoted over so her cheek lay against his smooth chest. Wrapping her arms about hsi torso, his went about her shoulders letting his pectoral muscles bulge. Sighing, Catherine was finally able to drop off.
The three pounds on the door the next morning at 8 am awoke Quatre. Catherine still lay sleeping against his chest with a wide smile on her face. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he shook her shoulder.
"Cat, time to wake up. Sally and Wufei will be here soon." He murmured. She pressed heself to him more.
"No, I want to sleep some more." She pressed a kiss to his chest. Quatre inwardly groaned.
"Come on, I'll throw you in the tub." He threatened. With a groan, she rolled off and threw an arm across her eyes. "But it feels too early!" She whined.
"We'll I need to shower, so you can go back to your room and shower and change. Tonight we'll move your things in here." He smiled as he pulled the doors open to his private bathroom.
"Woman! I told you not to lift anything!" The irate voice of Chang Wufei resounded through the front door.
"OH shut up, my predicament is all your fault anyway." She snapped back. Quatre, Trowa, and Catherine stood waiting for the door to open. The two cared deeply for one another, but their bull-headedness kept them constantly fighting. Sally had once told Catherine, that she quite enjoys the little spars.
The door opened, and all three burst out laughing. There stood Wufei with a suitcase under each arm and Sally holding a small carry on with one hand. And she was heavily pregnant.
"You got her pregnant!? Oh ho ho ho Quatre you owe me $80 dollars!" He slapped the shocked blonde on the back.
"It's the Chang's now, you fool." Wufei growled. Catherine chuckled behind her hand.
"Here, Sally. Let's get you upstairs to one of the rooms. I'll take your bag." Taking the bag, Catherine led Sally upstairs.
"I don't see what's so funny." Wufei glared at the two chuckling men in front of him. "Apparently, from the tabloids, Quatre can actually lay someone who doesn't want to kill him." Wufei smirked.
"I never had sex with Dorothy! She tried to kill me!" He sputtered. Wufei shrugged.
"You, have, gotten laid right?" Quatre diverted eyes made the Chinese man's eyebrows raise. A light chuckle, and a cough was all the amusement shown by him. "My apologies, you should." He snickered.
"Well, I don't want someone to get knocked up, like someone I know, right Wufei?" Quatre smiled his most political-eating-shit smile.
"Listen you...." He growled.
"You will do no thing Wufei!" He stopped in mid fist shake to see Sally standing atop the staircase with Catherine. Both in white wispy sundresses. "He is right. Protection was your department, place was mine." She smiled and descended the stairs. "Now, Trowa. There was a camel?" She pushed her large turtleshell glasses up her nose.
"Yes, we have it in the freezer. Since this heat would send it reeking." He chuckled. Sally got the joke and chuckled along. Quatre, Wufei, and Catherine stood confused.
"Tea?" Quatre asked as soon as the two left.
"Yes, green if you have it." Wufei murmured.
"Uh, all I have is iced." Quatre gave an embarrassed smile. He saw the vein in Wufei temple tick.
"Fine." Quatre left to retrieve the drinks.
"Wufei, what you did for Sally was honorable. You know she loves you." Catherine told the tall chinese man. His head snapped around.
"She never said..." He drifted off. Narrowing his eyes, he leaned in and looked her in the eyes. "You tell the truth Onna. Hmph." She saw a ghostly smile appear. "I will have to speak with her."
"You might tell her, you look like a well fed cat, you chauvenist." She snapped playfully.
"Don't tell me what to do, you silly woman." His lips thinned. "My tea is here." Quatre walked in with an annoyed look.
"I wish you wouldn't ruin my entrances like that." Quatre chided. "Heloo Catherine, you look lovely, as usual." He bent over and pressed a quick kiss to her surprised lips.
"You don't have to act around me." Wufei drawled.
"Who says I'm acting?" Quatre laughed and sat beside Catherine, letting his arm drape behind her on the couch. This morning he wore a light blue button up that was tucked into a pair of black khaki pants. With one ankle draped across his knee, his black flip flops were his only casual look. But as her gaze drifted up, she saw he had two of his top buttons undone letting only her see his upper chest. Swallowing too much tea she coughed. "You ok, Cat?" He asked patting her back with a smile.
"Fine." She croaked.
"Silly onna." Wufei commented.
"I'm surprised you use the word 'silly'." Catherine laughed. She recieved a glare as he sipped his tea with a lemon. "Real tea drinkers don't need lemon or sugar." She said haughtily.
"Shut up, it gives it flavor." He said sulkenly. She chuckled and leaned into Quatre as she sipped enjoying her win against Mr. Man, Wufei. he sat in his silk blue pants with his matching flip flops. He wore and open white button up with a white wifebeater under it.
"Do you live up to your shirt's name? Wife beater?" She baited him. His eyes went irate.
"How dare you think i would lay a hand against Sally!" He yelled. He didn't see Sally and Trowa standing to the side. Catherine had done it on purpose on trying to get him to admit feelings. "I may argue with her at times, but I care too much for her and our child to even pinch her. I'm afraid I'll break the onna." He grumbled. He glared viciously at Catherine. She sat smiling and using her eyes as signals to look over toward the hall.
There stood Sally crying with a smile. Wufei set his half full glass down and went over to her. Brushing away the tears he looked at Catherine.
"You're a witch you know that? Tricking me." He pouted. Looking back to Sally, he pressed a kiss to her lips. "You love me?" He smiled as he let his forehead rest against hers. She nodded sniffling. "Why didn't you tell me, just like not telling me you were pregnant until you were 5 months along?!" He growled.
"I was scared you'd throw me out on my ear and be all alone. I thought you just wanted just the baby." Her over active horomones were making her emotional. Wufei hugged her as much as he could an 8 month pregnant woman. He kissed her.
"Well, I guees we're both in the same boat, aren't we?" He chuckled. Her teary eyes rose to his.
"Y..you love me?" She gasped. He nodded. "Say it, just once let me hear it." He bent close to her ear.
"I love you, Wo ai ni, aishiteru, whatever language you want it in." He kissed her cheek. "Now clean your self up, you look like you got hit by a truck."
"Oh you know how to ruin a moment you pig!" She laughed, smacking his chest.
After cleaning herself up, the 5 adult sat around the popular foyer.
"So, about this camel...." Catherine leaned over. Quatre sat next to her with his arm wrapped about her waist like a good little make believe boyfriend.
"I don't think you're going to like it." Sally sighed.
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"I think I may pass out again." Catherine pressed her bloodless fingertips to her chest.
"Oh grow up Cathy, like you haven't......" Trowa was cut off by the murderous glare from his little sister. His eyes widened. "You haven't?! Oh GREAT! This is precious, you a virgin?" He chuckled.
"Trowa, don't be so crass." Quatre chided. He cleared his throat. "Her and I are in the same boat." He said meekly. This comment sent Trowa into laughing hysterics. Slapping his thigh, he swiped at an imaginary tear.
"Of all coincidences." He pressed a palm to his cheek. Sighing, he sobered up. "No matter, you two still have to be in the same bed and put on the appearances of a couple madly in love." He smirked. "Want to keep you two safe now!" His smirk was growing deeper and bigger by the second. "We'll drive out to the market and go buy some outfits. Sally and I will do that tomorrw, have to keep you safe now."
Catherine and Quatre were looking at eachother like the other were a spider.
"This is insane." Catherine sputtered.
"Now Catherine, we must follow along for safety's sake, I know perfectly well how to defend myself and you as well, so stay with me and we'll be alright. Not like the house is lacking in entertainment!" He chuckled and patted her thigh.
The touch sent jolts up Catherine's leg and straight to all of her womanly nerve endings. Her breath hitched and her eyes widened. The warmth of his large hands that were damp from the sweat of his water glass stuck to her bare legs.
"Ye....yeah." She laughed. Quatre gave her a questioning look. "Sounds like fun! Plus Sally will be here." She gave a shy smile.
"Yep. But I bet it's one of the servents, and I know the Macagnacs haven't ratted me cause I've known them since I was 10." He pressed his forefinger to his chin. "Now, who knows you two are here. Ah! I told my cousin Mohammed you two were here and he seemed very eager to get me to leave saying I work too much. But he has been in Cozumel for the past week. Hmmm." He frowned. "You and Wufei should research that. I'll try to help in ways, but knowing that I am the target, I am unable to help but be a decoy." he sighed. "Time to start acting intimate, Cat." He said in a silky tone that Catherine had never heard before.
"Why of course Quatre, darling." She replied in the same tone. Letting him pull her to her feet, she went into his arms and said breathlessly. "Anything to please you."
Quatre swallowed the huge lump in his throat, which must've travelled to his groin because he felt the confines of his pants becoming much less. He slid his gaze to see if Trowa was still against the wall, but still up to date with his military training, Trowa had slid out unnoticed.
"Let's test out how I'm going to let these bad guys see how utterly attracted I am to you." He was nervous, he hadn't kissed anyone, maybe to political kisses to women dignitaries, but never one with emotion or passion before. Taking a deep breath, Quatre leaned in and let his lips brush Catherine's.
Catherine felt the butterfly soft kiss against her lips, she pressed her lips back against his letting all of his lips press against hers.
Quatre's eyes shot open when Catherine responded. Freezing for a moment, he kissed back hesitantly. One of his hands splayed against her back while the other rested on her jean clad hip. Her shirt bunched as Quatre rubbed circles on her back uneducated on what to do with his hands.
Catherine's arms were wrapped around his neck, her fingers twining in his glorious straw blonde hair. Being bold, she decided to try what many heroines in the books she read, she let her tongue brush against Quatre's still tightly closed ones. He gasped at the shock of it, letting Catherine sneck hers in to tangle with his. Lettingher head tilt, she brushed his bottom lip with her tongue.
Quatre's brain was on sensory overload, her tongue had shocked him enough, and the kiss was going to make his hair stand on end for hours. But hsi testosterone was taking over, and upon instinct he let his mouth open more to take Catherine's bottom lip between his teeth and suck on it. Letting his own tongue out to play with hers, the room became only filled with the harsh breathing of the kiss.
"Getting aquainted I see?" The two kissers leapt apart and started at the chuckling Rashid. His now greying hair still defied gravity and was in it's almost Wolverine from the X-men's hair style. "Don't mind me." He chuckled once more and headed for the kitchen.
"I think, uh, the, uh, group, wil, uh, see how attracted I am, to you." He stood picking imaginary lint off himself and coughed. Looking at his watch he coughed. "Um, dinner will be in about 2 hours. 6:30 pm. We'll eat on the patio and have pita sandwiches with chicken and ranch. I have to go, uh, talk with your brother." He stuttered and beat a hastey retreat.
Catherine stood still shell shocked from her and Quatre's kiss. A blush painted her upped cheeks, her lips were swollen, and she had a glint in her eyes. Picking up her glass of water, she took a sip.
"This will be very interesting." She murmured.
Dinner was informal and again had a light air. Trowa sipped from a wine cooler, while Quatre and Catherine had glasses of iced tea. The sandwiches were stuffed inside halves of pitas making pockets for the food. Inside them was grilled chicken pieces, lettuce, shredded cheese, and a drizzling of ranch dressing.
Trowa lay sprawled on the lawn chair with his Hawaiian shirt unbuttoned showing his abs, and his navy blue swim trunks were low slung on his hips. His chisled muscles were, from Relena, one of his best assessts. She didn't have enough bravery to ask her favorite. Quatre wore a wife beater tank top and the hem over lapped the top of his yellow swim trunks. On the corner of one leg in black, a small polo player was stitched. He and Catherine, still getting into the swing if being a couple, shared one long tanning chair. With Quatre resting against the back, and Catherine situated between his legs using him as a back rest.
Catherine wore a bikini that had a jungle flower print on it. She used an over large men's button up as a cover. Her curly auburn hair was pulled into a pony tail.
"I see you two are trying to act like you're a couple." Trowa commented as he threw back the last of his wine cooler.
"Yeah." Quatre smiled. His hands lay splayed against her ribcage, his thumbs rubbing the skin just below her top. Catherine was leaning against him.
"It's not bad at all." She had a lazy smile plastered on her face. Her hands rested on Quatre's thighs. The light amount of hair on his legs was blonde, being bleached from the sun and his natural hair color, was being smoothed by Catherine's hands.
"Don't enjoy it too much Winner." Trowa gave him a pointed glare.
"Oh Trowa shush, like you're that noble. Besides, I don't feel any stirrings from where I'm sitting anyway. Q's being a good boy isn't he?" She lifted and arm and patted his cheek. He blushed and smiled.
"Yep!" He picked her up and set her on his lap, letting his head rest on her shoulder. He let his arms encircle her as he nuzzled her neck. She giggled and let her hands go and sit on his hips.
"But now, from me personally, I think you two really like eachother." He smiled. The two froze. Looking at him, they were blushing scarlet. "Ah, I must have hit the proverbial nail on the head." He smiled. "I have nothing against it. My blessing." He waved a hand toward them. "But as you two cuddle, I'm going to take a dip in this nice cool pool." Shucking off his shirt, he ambled over toward the diving board.
"So does this mean you're my real real girlfriend?" Quatre whispered into Catherine's ear. She smled and turned.
"Only if you'll have me. The country bumpkin." She laughed.
"Oh I wouldn't trade you for all my money." He hugged her, and then coaxed her up into standing. "But, let's swim a dn cool off before we set something on fire." He chuckled.
"The water's great!" Trowa yelled from the pool. Quatre peeled off his tank top and waited till Catherine shed her shirt.
Trowa watched as the two were nothing but saints to eachother. Catherine would be flirty and good natured to him while he flirted back and was his usual cherubic self. Maybe out of the dark comes a light. He floated across the pool on his back. Relena would be in match maker heaven here. He smiled at the thought of her. Tomorrow the most widely known couple would be coming to help. God help Catherine if she doesn't out and sock Wufei before the week is out. Groaning, he did a backwards somersault into the water from his position. Tomorrow was going to be long as well as tonight.
Quatre and Catherine stood on each side of the bed. Quatre in a pair of silk pajama pants, Catherine in a spaghetti strap top and a pair of girlie short boxers. The covers were turned back and a rose from Rashid lay between the pillows.
"Wow, it's beautiful!" Catherine gasped as she picked up the thornless rose.
"Rashid grows them in a green house. He calls them 'Scarlet Desert'. Apparently they're a new spieces." He said as he climbing under the silk covers. Catherine set it on the night table next to her and climbed into bed. Turning outthe light, Quatre lay on his back, stiff as a board. Not wanting to touch Catherine accidentally, or disturb her for that matter.
Catherine lay stiffly on her side, with her back to him, she didn't want to end up looking like she had just screwed him five ways from Sunday. Swallowing hard, she turned on her other side facing Quatre. He lay with hsi back to her. His breathing deep, letting his back rise and fall with each breath. Unable to sleep, she reached out with one finger and traced the developed muscles underneath his pale skin in the moonlight. His skin was like the silk they slept on, soft.
Quatre's eyes shot open when Catherine's fingers began tracing the lines in his back. He gripped the sheets infront of him to stop himself from ruining the moment. Another part of him was urging him to break his promise to Trowa. Cursing his stupid horomones, he kept breathing deeply to maintain control.
"Cat." He said quietly. Turning so he faced her, he caught his breath as he saw the moonlight streaming on her. "I know neither of us can sleep. So, why don't we sleep closer, and maybe we could." He opened his arms and urged her into them. Giving a quick glance up to him, She scoted over so her cheek lay against his smooth chest. Wrapping her arms about hsi torso, his went about her shoulders letting his pectoral muscles bulge. Sighing, Catherine was finally able to drop off.
The three pounds on the door the next morning at 8 am awoke Quatre. Catherine still lay sleeping against his chest with a wide smile on her face. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he shook her shoulder.
"Cat, time to wake up. Sally and Wufei will be here soon." He murmured. She pressed heself to him more.
"No, I want to sleep some more." She pressed a kiss to his chest. Quatre inwardly groaned.
"Come on, I'll throw you in the tub." He threatened. With a groan, she rolled off and threw an arm across her eyes. "But it feels too early!" She whined.
"We'll I need to shower, so you can go back to your room and shower and change. Tonight we'll move your things in here." He smiled as he pulled the doors open to his private bathroom.
"Woman! I told you not to lift anything!" The irate voice of Chang Wufei resounded through the front door.
"OH shut up, my predicament is all your fault anyway." She snapped back. Quatre, Trowa, and Catherine stood waiting for the door to open. The two cared deeply for one another, but their bull-headedness kept them constantly fighting. Sally had once told Catherine, that she quite enjoys the little spars.
The door opened, and all three burst out laughing. There stood Wufei with a suitcase under each arm and Sally holding a small carry on with one hand. And she was heavily pregnant.
"You got her pregnant!? Oh ho ho ho Quatre you owe me $80 dollars!" He slapped the shocked blonde on the back.
"It's the Chang's now, you fool." Wufei growled. Catherine chuckled behind her hand.
"Here, Sally. Let's get you upstairs to one of the rooms. I'll take your bag." Taking the bag, Catherine led Sally upstairs.
"I don't see what's so funny." Wufei glared at the two chuckling men in front of him. "Apparently, from the tabloids, Quatre can actually lay someone who doesn't want to kill him." Wufei smirked.
"I never had sex with Dorothy! She tried to kill me!" He sputtered. Wufei shrugged.
"You, have, gotten laid right?" Quatre diverted eyes made the Chinese man's eyebrows raise. A light chuckle, and a cough was all the amusement shown by him. "My apologies, you should." He snickered.
"Well, I don't want someone to get knocked up, like someone I know, right Wufei?" Quatre smiled his most political-eating-shit smile.
"Listen you...." He growled.
"You will do no thing Wufei!" He stopped in mid fist shake to see Sally standing atop the staircase with Catherine. Both in white wispy sundresses. "He is right. Protection was your department, place was mine." She smiled and descended the stairs. "Now, Trowa. There was a camel?" She pushed her large turtleshell glasses up her nose.
"Yes, we have it in the freezer. Since this heat would send it reeking." He chuckled. Sally got the joke and chuckled along. Quatre, Wufei, and Catherine stood confused.
"Tea?" Quatre asked as soon as the two left.
"Yes, green if you have it." Wufei murmured.
"Uh, all I have is iced." Quatre gave an embarrassed smile. He saw the vein in Wufei temple tick.
"Fine." Quatre left to retrieve the drinks.
"Wufei, what you did for Sally was honorable. You know she loves you." Catherine told the tall chinese man. His head snapped around.
"She never said..." He drifted off. Narrowing his eyes, he leaned in and looked her in the eyes. "You tell the truth Onna. Hmph." She saw a ghostly smile appear. "I will have to speak with her."
"You might tell her, you look like a well fed cat, you chauvenist." She snapped playfully.
"Don't tell me what to do, you silly woman." His lips thinned. "My tea is here." Quatre walked in with an annoyed look.
"I wish you wouldn't ruin my entrances like that." Quatre chided. "Heloo Catherine, you look lovely, as usual." He bent over and pressed a quick kiss to her surprised lips.
"You don't have to act around me." Wufei drawled.
"Who says I'm acting?" Quatre laughed and sat beside Catherine, letting his arm drape behind her on the couch. This morning he wore a light blue button up that was tucked into a pair of black khaki pants. With one ankle draped across his knee, his black flip flops were his only casual look. But as her gaze drifted up, she saw he had two of his top buttons undone letting only her see his upper chest. Swallowing too much tea she coughed. "You ok, Cat?" He asked patting her back with a smile.
"Fine." She croaked.
"Silly onna." Wufei commented.
"I'm surprised you use the word 'silly'." Catherine laughed. She recieved a glare as he sipped his tea with a lemon. "Real tea drinkers don't need lemon or sugar." She said haughtily.
"Shut up, it gives it flavor." He said sulkenly. She chuckled and leaned into Quatre as she sipped enjoying her win against Mr. Man, Wufei. he sat in his silk blue pants with his matching flip flops. He wore and open white button up with a white wifebeater under it.
"Do you live up to your shirt's name? Wife beater?" She baited him. His eyes went irate.
"How dare you think i would lay a hand against Sally!" He yelled. He didn't see Sally and Trowa standing to the side. Catherine had done it on purpose on trying to get him to admit feelings. "I may argue with her at times, but I care too much for her and our child to even pinch her. I'm afraid I'll break the onna." He grumbled. He glared viciously at Catherine. She sat smiling and using her eyes as signals to look over toward the hall.
There stood Sally crying with a smile. Wufei set his half full glass down and went over to her. Brushing away the tears he looked at Catherine.
"You're a witch you know that? Tricking me." He pouted. Looking back to Sally, he pressed a kiss to her lips. "You love me?" He smiled as he let his forehead rest against hers. She nodded sniffling. "Why didn't you tell me, just like not telling me you were pregnant until you were 5 months along?!" He growled.
"I was scared you'd throw me out on my ear and be all alone. I thought you just wanted just the baby." Her over active horomones were making her emotional. Wufei hugged her as much as he could an 8 month pregnant woman. He kissed her.
"Well, I guees we're both in the same boat, aren't we?" He chuckled. Her teary eyes rose to his.
"Y..you love me?" She gasped. He nodded. "Say it, just once let me hear it." He bent close to her ear.
"I love you, Wo ai ni, aishiteru, whatever language you want it in." He kissed her cheek. "Now clean your self up, you look like you got hit by a truck."
"Oh you know how to ruin a moment you pig!" She laughed, smacking his chest.
After cleaning herself up, the 5 adult sat around the popular foyer.
"So, about this camel...." Catherine leaned over. Quatre sat next to her with his arm wrapped about her waist like a good little make believe boyfriend.
"I don't think you're going to like it." Sally sighed.
Ta da! done with #2! Yay!! so review! okies? AoH
