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Where Do We Chase
"You have to scare me?" Trowa was torn between laughing at Ami's predicament and trying to keep a straight face to preserve both his and her dignity.
"I know. I've been trying for half a day to think of a way to put you into a panic and, for once, I am completely out of ideas!" Ami continued her pacing barely noticing that the surf was getting her blue boots wet. At first, the challenge to scare a man who regularly faced down knife throwing women, raging lions, and walking tight ropes high up in the air had seemed intriguing had just seemed extremely difficult, but know Ami knew better. It was down right impossible.
"I really can't help, you know. If I told you my phobias, I would be waiting for you to use them." The glowering look Ami cast him told Trowa that she'd already come to that conclusion. Considering the fact that Ami almost never frowned, let alone glowered, made Trowa raise his hands in supplication. "This is going to sound simple, but you need to relax. Getting this tense isn't going to help either one of us." Ami seemed prepared to argue the point, but after a moment she seemed to visibly force her muscles to loosen. Trowa caught her as she leaned back into his chest.
"You're right," she sighed. "I'm letting this get to me. I didn't sweat my entrance exams half as much as I am about tapping your powers." She snuggled a bit more into his solid form. "Maybe I should relax about a few other things as well…"
Trowa realized with bemused shock that one of her hands was absently massaging his upper thigh. He'd half convinced himself that the stroking was purely unconscious when she calmly turned in his arms and pressed herself closer into his embrace. Ami's hands now wandered up and down his biceps, her fingers sending delightful sensations throughout Trowa's body. He'd just begun to realize the effects her caresses where having on his awakening body when she cradled his face with her hands and kissed him.
They had kissed before on several occasions, but never had Ami been this, for lack of a better phrase, wanton. Their relationship was progressing at a healthy rate, but this kiss was light-years beyond their normal boundaries. Oh man, was the only solid thought Trowa's rapidly fogging brain could form. When Ami finally pulled back, both participants were breathing heavily and they both wobbled on slightly unstable legs. When Ami spoke, it took a minute for the blood in Trowa's body to reach his ears and get them working properly again.
"I'm ready for the next step."
"Next step…?" By the time his brain had decoded that message, Ami was disappearing over a sand dune while trying to untie the back of her Sailor fuku. A particularly naughty part of Trowa's id cheered that she seemed to be leaving her knee-length leather boots on. He mentally slapped his id down while he tried to understand the situation, but unfortunately for Trowa, his impulsive id had taken over his body. He was shocked to find himself half running to catch up with his mate. Whatever he sight he'd expected to find on the other side quickly vanished as he crested the top of the hill. It wasn't a half naked Ami that was waiting for him, but a rather peeved giant complete with battle-axe and Viking horn helmet.
"Thieving Runt! Where's my Brunhillda," the creature demanded as it charged up to attack. Trowa had no time to respond as the battle-axe was put to use and sliced downward to cleave Trowa's head in two. He jumped back out of reach, but the missed blow only enraged the giant even further. "If you don't return my Brunhillda to me, I'll just have to take your woman instead," growled the leering giant.
Trowa's vision turned to red as the giant laughed and made another lunge. Ami was his. A hot pain laced through Trowa's innards as his words finally burst free.
"Mercury Frozen Crescendo!" The giant's attack dissolved beneath the icy wave of power that crashed over it and then through it. Trowa was further stunned when the giant abruptly straightened from its intended blow and stared off into space.
"Attack program…buzz!…malfunction."
"Holo-program end." Trowa stared at Ami as she appeared next to him. At her words, the hologram dissolved and returned to whatever files in Ami's mini-computer that had spawned it. She smiled shyly as she faced her mate.
"I had to get you to tap your…err, instincts. Defending a mate from other males is as primitive as I could get."
"Primitive," he asked, his voice was half laugh/ half bark of frustration. "You certainly succeeded." He pulled her into his arms and mock-growled at her. "So where's that next step? Is that my reward for 'saving' you from Viking boy?" Ami laughingly pushed out of his arms and wink at him over her shoulder.
"In your dreams, Hermes." Her eyes widened at the wicked gleam in Trowa's green eyes. "Don't you dare," she said as she slowly began to flee.
"Come back, my Brunhillda!" he yelled with a lecherous note as he began to lope after his teacher. Soon they were both running at top speed. The chase was on!