There's A First Time For Everything: Chapter 3
Written by: Angel Marie
~Authors Note: I do not own Gundam wing or any of the characters but I umm.don't know who to ask if I want to use a character so I figured that you are such nice people that you will share with me, sorry if I thought wrong its too late now. Just so the owners of Gundam Wing know, I wouldn't mind getting like, to own. QUATRE????? Hehe, just kidding! I wouldn't mind owning Heero or Duo either, guys. ~
I look out the window, amazed as we head in to space. "There is so much stuff to look at out here." He laughs, "I know, but I guess you forget that when you do this so often, after all, being a Gundam pilot we have top travel out in to space a lot, so we take it for granted. I guess." I sigh then yawn, causing my eyes to water. "How do you pilot this thing? It looks so fun." "You want to try? I can help you." My eyes widen and light up like a child's at Christmas. "Would you really let me?" "Why not, you want to do it right now?" I look at him with disbelief in my eyes, "Can we just stop, like in the middle of stuff." "No ones around, why not, there shouldn't be a problem, we will just float around for a while." He shrugs, "so do want to or not." I smile, "are you sure you want me to handle all this complicated stuff, I mean, even with your help I will probably screw up your whole system." "That's not very likely, so come on, I want to see how you look piloting my Gundam." "Fine if you insist." I say and let him move my hands to where they are supposed to go. "This is the throttle and this is the-," he starts to explain. "Thingy that controls where you go." I finish, cutting him off in the process. When he says nothing, I continue. "My brother showed me how his works, he didn't let me pilot it or anything, he just showed me the controls." "So you really have never piloted one, or ridden in one?" "I have never done either. It looks like a heck of a lot of fun though, and so far riding in one is really fun." "Okay, since you know all the controls lets see how good your piloting skills are." "Okay, but I have to warn you, I will go as fast as possible without going out of control." "Not in this Gundam girlie." I turn to face him, pouting and giving him puppy dog eyes that are still watery from before. He looks in my eyes for a second, his eyes intense and on mine, "Angel." "Hmm?" I hum mindlessly. "I want to kiss you, badly." "Mmm," I hum again, trying to regain composure. He moves forward, capturing my lips in his, slowly as if waiting to see if I would kiss him back, freeze or push away. When he feels me stiffen then relax and start kissing him back he starts running his tongue across my lips until they part so he can plunge in and taste. I fell his hands move up my back, into my hair and get tangled. I sigh, thinking, 'God please don't let this end.' One of my hands caress his back while the other is tangled in his hair, when I fell his mouth move to one of my cheeks, leaving a warm trail of kisses I whimper and turn my face over so his lips cover mine again. He laughs, a deep warm sound that fills the cockpit, then we hear the cell phone ring and we hear both of us curse. "Are you going to get that?" "You have the phone." Quatre says raising an eyebrow and fixing his hair, then moving to fix mine. "Oh. right." I say grabbing the phone and opening it. "Hello?" "Angel, why aren't you home yet?" I hear my brother's frantic voice over the phone. "I will come home when I am good and ready, by the looks of it I may be back in another year or two." "Why? Are you in trouble?" "I have to go." I say and hang up the phone. I look back over at Quatre and reach up to touch his cheek. "We should move before I get us in trouble." "Sounds like a good idea to me." I put my hands on the controls, and then freeze when I see another Gundam coming at us really fast. "I know that Gundam." "Whose is it?" "Trowa Barton's. Heavy Arms." "Who is Trowa Barton?" "The guy that. well, he was my best friend." As he says best friend and a man's face appears on a large screen thing, he has mustard brown hair and kind green eyes. "Hello Quatre." He says then looks at me and I tense, "who is the lady?" "Trowa how are you? This is Angel Marie Maxwell, or Maxell, either or." "Hello, Angel," he says like we have met a million times and I relax. "Hello, I hear you and Quatre had a fight." He glares at Quatre, "what the mater?" "How much did he tell you?" He asks still glaring at Quatre. "Umm, I don't know, how much is there to tell?" I ask, trying to cover up my mistake. "Trowa, I didn't tell her anything more than what I thought was respectable to you, I wouldn't do anything to make this situation any worse than it already is." He smiles again, "sorry about that, umm, Quatre, the docs want to see all of us at the base as soon as possible." "But, I have." he looks over at me. "Hmm, maybe she could come, would that be okay with you?" "She isn't even supposed to know." "Well if she is Maxwell's sister, she did before you got to her so I guess its okay." "Ooh! Can I come? Please, I will behave!" I promise. Quatre and Trowa smile at me, "I guess she can come, she seems enthusiastic enough. Plus, if we can test her piloting skills she might be able to. ya know, with Ann and." Quatre says, evidently not wanting me to know about something. "Hmm, that sounds like a good idea, lets try it." He looks at me again. "Do you know the controls?" I roll my eyes, 'guys think girls are so machine incapable.' "Of course I know the controls." I stick out my chin stubbornly, "in fact I was about to move the thing when you came along." I lean back and squish Quatre. "Oww, Angel! That was uncalled for." I smile at him, well it's actually a smirk, but that's okay. Trowa laughs and Quatre looks up at him, shocked. "Trowa? Are you laughing?" "Uh." He shuts off his communication system.
Questions? Comments? If you have anything to add please e-mail me at ~AlesiaD1@hotmail.com~ or ~KittyChan02859@yahoo.com~ I will probably respond to it as soon as I read it, thanks for reading the third chapter of my fic.
Written by: Angel Marie
~Authors Note: I do not own Gundam wing or any of the characters but I umm.don't know who to ask if I want to use a character so I figured that you are such nice people that you will share with me, sorry if I thought wrong its too late now. Just so the owners of Gundam Wing know, I wouldn't mind getting like, to own. QUATRE????? Hehe, just kidding! I wouldn't mind owning Heero or Duo either, guys. ~
I look out the window, amazed as we head in to space. "There is so much stuff to look at out here." He laughs, "I know, but I guess you forget that when you do this so often, after all, being a Gundam pilot we have top travel out in to space a lot, so we take it for granted. I guess." I sigh then yawn, causing my eyes to water. "How do you pilot this thing? It looks so fun." "You want to try? I can help you." My eyes widen and light up like a child's at Christmas. "Would you really let me?" "Why not, you want to do it right now?" I look at him with disbelief in my eyes, "Can we just stop, like in the middle of stuff." "No ones around, why not, there shouldn't be a problem, we will just float around for a while." He shrugs, "so do want to or not." I smile, "are you sure you want me to handle all this complicated stuff, I mean, even with your help I will probably screw up your whole system." "That's not very likely, so come on, I want to see how you look piloting my Gundam." "Fine if you insist." I say and let him move my hands to where they are supposed to go. "This is the throttle and this is the-," he starts to explain. "Thingy that controls where you go." I finish, cutting him off in the process. When he says nothing, I continue. "My brother showed me how his works, he didn't let me pilot it or anything, he just showed me the controls." "So you really have never piloted one, or ridden in one?" "I have never done either. It looks like a heck of a lot of fun though, and so far riding in one is really fun." "Okay, since you know all the controls lets see how good your piloting skills are." "Okay, but I have to warn you, I will go as fast as possible without going out of control." "Not in this Gundam girlie." I turn to face him, pouting and giving him puppy dog eyes that are still watery from before. He looks in my eyes for a second, his eyes intense and on mine, "Angel." "Hmm?" I hum mindlessly. "I want to kiss you, badly." "Mmm," I hum again, trying to regain composure. He moves forward, capturing my lips in his, slowly as if waiting to see if I would kiss him back, freeze or push away. When he feels me stiffen then relax and start kissing him back he starts running his tongue across my lips until they part so he can plunge in and taste. I fell his hands move up my back, into my hair and get tangled. I sigh, thinking, 'God please don't let this end.' One of my hands caress his back while the other is tangled in his hair, when I fell his mouth move to one of my cheeks, leaving a warm trail of kisses I whimper and turn my face over so his lips cover mine again. He laughs, a deep warm sound that fills the cockpit, then we hear the cell phone ring and we hear both of us curse. "Are you going to get that?" "You have the phone." Quatre says raising an eyebrow and fixing his hair, then moving to fix mine. "Oh. right." I say grabbing the phone and opening it. "Hello?" "Angel, why aren't you home yet?" I hear my brother's frantic voice over the phone. "I will come home when I am good and ready, by the looks of it I may be back in another year or two." "Why? Are you in trouble?" "I have to go." I say and hang up the phone. I look back over at Quatre and reach up to touch his cheek. "We should move before I get us in trouble." "Sounds like a good idea to me." I put my hands on the controls, and then freeze when I see another Gundam coming at us really fast. "I know that Gundam." "Whose is it?" "Trowa Barton's. Heavy Arms." "Who is Trowa Barton?" "The guy that. well, he was my best friend." As he says best friend and a man's face appears on a large screen thing, he has mustard brown hair and kind green eyes. "Hello Quatre." He says then looks at me and I tense, "who is the lady?" "Trowa how are you? This is Angel Marie Maxwell, or Maxell, either or." "Hello, Angel," he says like we have met a million times and I relax. "Hello, I hear you and Quatre had a fight." He glares at Quatre, "what the mater?" "How much did he tell you?" He asks still glaring at Quatre. "Umm, I don't know, how much is there to tell?" I ask, trying to cover up my mistake. "Trowa, I didn't tell her anything more than what I thought was respectable to you, I wouldn't do anything to make this situation any worse than it already is." He smiles again, "sorry about that, umm, Quatre, the docs want to see all of us at the base as soon as possible." "But, I have." he looks over at me. "Hmm, maybe she could come, would that be okay with you?" "She isn't even supposed to know." "Well if she is Maxwell's sister, she did before you got to her so I guess its okay." "Ooh! Can I come? Please, I will behave!" I promise. Quatre and Trowa smile at me, "I guess she can come, she seems enthusiastic enough. Plus, if we can test her piloting skills she might be able to. ya know, with Ann and." Quatre says, evidently not wanting me to know about something. "Hmm, that sounds like a good idea, lets try it." He looks at me again. "Do you know the controls?" I roll my eyes, 'guys think girls are so machine incapable.' "Of course I know the controls." I stick out my chin stubbornly, "in fact I was about to move the thing when you came along." I lean back and squish Quatre. "Oww, Angel! That was uncalled for." I smile at him, well it's actually a smirk, but that's okay. Trowa laughs and Quatre looks up at him, shocked. "Trowa? Are you laughing?" "Uh." He shuts off his communication system.
Questions? Comments? If you have anything to add please e-mail me at ~AlesiaD1@hotmail.com~ or ~KittyChan02859@yahoo.com~ I will probably respond to it as soon as I read it, thanks for reading the third chapter of my fic.
