Quatre had his hand clasped with Catherine's as the two entered the sanitary room where Trowa was being taken care of. Relena still lay curled up against him smiling and helping him drink from the tall glass of water in her hands. Trowa would smile and then grimace as his stitches would tighten in the back of his head.
"Morning." Quatre smiled. Catherine had rushed to her brother's side and was fretting over him. But as soon as she went to inspect his stitches she began to giggle.
"What?" Trowa croaked in a pitiful voice. Catherine burst out laughing.
"They shaved a strip in the back of your head so you have a bald strip!" Catherine slid off the bed onto her rump. Trowa sent her a waning glare.
"Not like he plans to cruise the street for women, Catherine." Quatre smirked at Relena's stern nod and a grimacing smile from Trowa. "I'm sorry I couldn't stay real long. Rashid wishes to speak with me on something dire. Cathy can stay here with you. I'll talk to you soon." Kissing Relena's cheek and giving Catherine a peck on the lips he slipped out.
"You're deep." Relena murmured.
"What?" Catherine's head popped up.
"Wheather you know it or not, you are very much in love with him my friend." Relena smiled. She looked down on Trowa who was sleeping again. "Come on, he needs some sleep, you and I can go pick up Wufei and Sally, and go for a swim in the back. Pagen sent my bags since I was a wreck when I rushed here." Relena chuckled nervously. "I don't know what I would do with out him." Catherine nodded. She really couldn't say much, she lived in a trailer that was lucky to get warm water once in a while.
"Yeah." The two stopped in front of the closed door that was Sally and Wufei's room. Knocking lightly, they waited. Hearing the padding of feet, they saw a sleepy Sally who wore a large maternity sundress.
"Yes?" Sally mumbled. The sounds of Wufei grumbling about silly onnas who disturb sleep for the mundane reason to annoy him was in the background.
"Wanna go for a walk? We're stir crazy." Relena smiled.
"Sure." Sally said on a yawn. "Lemme change and I'll meet you down stairs in ten."
"Be in a swimsuit, we plan to go swimming as well." Sally nodded as she closed the door.
"You wanted to speak with me, Rashid?" Quatre said as he eased himself down behind a large desk that had once belonged to his father.
"Yes. Master, I've been a traitor." His head hung as his shoulders slumped. "Just for someone I love. I was blackmailed." Rashid placed a large metal briefcase on the desk and opened it. Inside with foam outlines was a syringe, a manilla folder, a tape, and a map. "This has all of the evidence." He slid it forward.
"Have you killed anyone, Rashid?" Quatre asked his long time mentor. His face now looked stoney and pale.
"No, I couldn't do it." he shook his head, "But I was to kill Miss. Catherine in the bazaar. Another harrassed Master Trowa."
"Then I see no wrong. I will see how I can help you. Now let us see what has gotten you into this mess." He went to open the manilla folder.
"Sir, please don't. You will only be angered by the photos." Rashid tried to grab for the folder.
"Why would I?" He pinned him with a stern glare.
"They are of your sister, Iria, and myself. We are in love, Master." He gulped and studied his large hands that lay floded in his lap. "The tape is another confirmation of our coupling. The map was how to pose myself in the bazaar." He sighed.
"Let me be for a couple of hours. I will come for you when I have reached my decision." Quatre said very calmly. Rashid stood and bowed.
"Yes, sir." He left briskly.
Catherine stood out side the office after Rashid had left, Quatre hadn't left and she grew worried. Her hair was wet from swimming and she was only in a towel and bathing suit. Knocking on the door, she heard him say enter, gravely.
"Quatre?" Her head popped in to see him looking over a stack of photos. His hair disheveled and his clothes rumpled, he looked ragged. "Quatre what's wrong?" She walked around to his side of the desk to see photos of Rashid and a beautiful blonde in the throes of passion.
"Rashid and my sister are in love." His pallor was pale and washed as his eyes looked vacant of feeling.
"That's not bad, that's great Quatre. Be happy for her." Catherine quickly rounded the desk to look at the photos. "Oh! Well, that's different....." Catherine's face took on a rosey hue. Looking away from the photos, she pressed her chilled hands to her hot cheeks. "C..could you put that down?" She stuttered.
Quatre sighed and set them down. Turning to her, he blinked several times as he finally got a look at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes averted, and he could clearly see the effect through her swimsuit top. She had her bottom lip clasped between her teeth. The corner of his mouth nearly lifted in amusement. She probably had visions dancing in her head.
Placing his hands on her hips, he tugged her to stand between his splayed legs. She gasped quietly as her gaze shot to Quatre's lifted face.
"Quatre?" Her lips fell open as she finally looked into his eyes. A dark aqua now, they gleamed with delight and something else. She had seen it once before, but she couldn't remember. Thinking back as Quatre's face neared her own, she remembered! On the bed when he........ Lust that's what it was. Lust! Feeling the soft press of his lips, she closed her eyes and lets her fingers drift past his facfe to tangle in the honey colored strands that were so soft. The towel about her hips slid off and now lay forgotten on the office floor.
Catherine felt the soft cushion of carpet as Quatre's body now covered her own. Fumbling fingers, groped for the white buttons that ran down the front of Quatre's dress shirt as his ferverent kisses pressed hot against her skin as his hands hovered above the two straps holding her top up.
Finally able to peel back Quatre's shirt, Catherine pressed a hot kiss to his pectoral muscle that jumped beneath her lips. A groan burst from his lips and his fingers speared into her hair and held her there as she licked, nipped, and kissed his warm skin. Catherine kissed ehr way down to trail her tongue around his belly button and back up again. With an uncharacteristic growl he rolled so that she was below him. Shock flashed in her eyes as he smiled guiley down at her. Catherine blinked as she felt quatre's calloused fingers sweep inside the strap of her two piece and drag down to the swell of her breast to flick the hardening tip that begged for his attention.
As if to read her mind, Quatre hooked his fingers into each strap and drag them off her shoulders to reveal the tops of her breasts to his view. Keeping a steady eye contact, he bent down to flick out his tongue on each mound. She bit on her bottom lip as her slow torture ensued.
"That's how I've felt for the past week. You make em ache Cathy!" Catherine arched because his warm mouth left her making her feel chilled. His mouth, hsi touch! Seeing her lust, Quatre's hands slid under her to unsnap her top and reveal her to his gaze.
"Quatre!" She gasped as his mouth settled over one tight bud. Flicking and swirling hsi tongue abotu it, he smiled as her fingers curled around his belt and tugged, pushing hsi already painful erection against the apex of her thighs. Muffling a curse against her breast, he moved his hands to unbuckle his khakis and relieve some of the stress on his dick. Once, having hsi belt undone, and about to unbutton the top button of his fly, a voice broke to moment.
"Cathy?!"
"T..Trowa!"
"Morning." Quatre smiled. Catherine had rushed to her brother's side and was fretting over him. But as soon as she went to inspect his stitches she began to giggle.
"What?" Trowa croaked in a pitiful voice. Catherine burst out laughing.
"They shaved a strip in the back of your head so you have a bald strip!" Catherine slid off the bed onto her rump. Trowa sent her a waning glare.
"Not like he plans to cruise the street for women, Catherine." Quatre smirked at Relena's stern nod and a grimacing smile from Trowa. "I'm sorry I couldn't stay real long. Rashid wishes to speak with me on something dire. Cathy can stay here with you. I'll talk to you soon." Kissing Relena's cheek and giving Catherine a peck on the lips he slipped out.
"You're deep." Relena murmured.
"What?" Catherine's head popped up.
"Wheather you know it or not, you are very much in love with him my friend." Relena smiled. She looked down on Trowa who was sleeping again. "Come on, he needs some sleep, you and I can go pick up Wufei and Sally, and go for a swim in the back. Pagen sent my bags since I was a wreck when I rushed here." Relena chuckled nervously. "I don't know what I would do with out him." Catherine nodded. She really couldn't say much, she lived in a trailer that was lucky to get warm water once in a while.
"Yeah." The two stopped in front of the closed door that was Sally and Wufei's room. Knocking lightly, they waited. Hearing the padding of feet, they saw a sleepy Sally who wore a large maternity sundress.
"Yes?" Sally mumbled. The sounds of Wufei grumbling about silly onnas who disturb sleep for the mundane reason to annoy him was in the background.
"Wanna go for a walk? We're stir crazy." Relena smiled.
"Sure." Sally said on a yawn. "Lemme change and I'll meet you down stairs in ten."
"Be in a swimsuit, we plan to go swimming as well." Sally nodded as she closed the door.
"You wanted to speak with me, Rashid?" Quatre said as he eased himself down behind a large desk that had once belonged to his father.
"Yes. Master, I've been a traitor." His head hung as his shoulders slumped. "Just for someone I love. I was blackmailed." Rashid placed a large metal briefcase on the desk and opened it. Inside with foam outlines was a syringe, a manilla folder, a tape, and a map. "This has all of the evidence." He slid it forward.
"Have you killed anyone, Rashid?" Quatre asked his long time mentor. His face now looked stoney and pale.
"No, I couldn't do it." he shook his head, "But I was to kill Miss. Catherine in the bazaar. Another harrassed Master Trowa."
"Then I see no wrong. I will see how I can help you. Now let us see what has gotten you into this mess." He went to open the manilla folder.
"Sir, please don't. You will only be angered by the photos." Rashid tried to grab for the folder.
"Why would I?" He pinned him with a stern glare.
"They are of your sister, Iria, and myself. We are in love, Master." He gulped and studied his large hands that lay floded in his lap. "The tape is another confirmation of our coupling. The map was how to pose myself in the bazaar." He sighed.
"Let me be for a couple of hours. I will come for you when I have reached my decision." Quatre said very calmly. Rashid stood and bowed.
"Yes, sir." He left briskly.
Catherine stood out side the office after Rashid had left, Quatre hadn't left and she grew worried. Her hair was wet from swimming and she was only in a towel and bathing suit. Knocking on the door, she heard him say enter, gravely.
"Quatre?" Her head popped in to see him looking over a stack of photos. His hair disheveled and his clothes rumpled, he looked ragged. "Quatre what's wrong?" She walked around to his side of the desk to see photos of Rashid and a beautiful blonde in the throes of passion.
"Rashid and my sister are in love." His pallor was pale and washed as his eyes looked vacant of feeling.
"That's not bad, that's great Quatre. Be happy for her." Catherine quickly rounded the desk to look at the photos. "Oh! Well, that's different....." Catherine's face took on a rosey hue. Looking away from the photos, she pressed her chilled hands to her hot cheeks. "C..could you put that down?" She stuttered.
Quatre sighed and set them down. Turning to her, he blinked several times as he finally got a look at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes averted, and he could clearly see the effect through her swimsuit top. She had her bottom lip clasped between her teeth. The corner of his mouth nearly lifted in amusement. She probably had visions dancing in her head.
Placing his hands on her hips, he tugged her to stand between his splayed legs. She gasped quietly as her gaze shot to Quatre's lifted face.
"Quatre?" Her lips fell open as she finally looked into his eyes. A dark aqua now, they gleamed with delight and something else. She had seen it once before, but she couldn't remember. Thinking back as Quatre's face neared her own, she remembered! On the bed when he........ Lust that's what it was. Lust! Feeling the soft press of his lips, she closed her eyes and lets her fingers drift past his facfe to tangle in the honey colored strands that were so soft. The towel about her hips slid off and now lay forgotten on the office floor.
Catherine felt the soft cushion of carpet as Quatre's body now covered her own. Fumbling fingers, groped for the white buttons that ran down the front of Quatre's dress shirt as his ferverent kisses pressed hot against her skin as his hands hovered above the two straps holding her top up.
Finally able to peel back Quatre's shirt, Catherine pressed a hot kiss to his pectoral muscle that jumped beneath her lips. A groan burst from his lips and his fingers speared into her hair and held her there as she licked, nipped, and kissed his warm skin. Catherine kissed ehr way down to trail her tongue around his belly button and back up again. With an uncharacteristic growl he rolled so that she was below him. Shock flashed in her eyes as he smiled guiley down at her. Catherine blinked as she felt quatre's calloused fingers sweep inside the strap of her two piece and drag down to the swell of her breast to flick the hardening tip that begged for his attention.
As if to read her mind, Quatre hooked his fingers into each strap and drag them off her shoulders to reveal the tops of her breasts to his view. Keeping a steady eye contact, he bent down to flick out his tongue on each mound. She bit on her bottom lip as her slow torture ensued.
"That's how I've felt for the past week. You make em ache Cathy!" Catherine arched because his warm mouth left her making her feel chilled. His mouth, hsi touch! Seeing her lust, Quatre's hands slid under her to unsnap her top and reveal her to his gaze.
"Quatre!" She gasped as his mouth settled over one tight bud. Flicking and swirling hsi tongue abotu it, he smiled as her fingers curled around his belt and tugged, pushing hsi already painful erection against the apex of her thighs. Muffling a curse against her breast, he moved his hands to unbuckle his khakis and relieve some of the stress on his dick. Once, having hsi belt undone, and about to unbutton the top button of his fly, a voice broke to moment.
"Cathy?!"
"T..Trowa!"
