Disclaimer: Eh . . . I cannot be bothered any more . . . see previous . . .
Authors note: Heading for Chapter 8 . . . this is almost the longest fic ever written on this ID.yipes!
Wait and see.
By Bubblegum Thai.
Chapter 8; Don't trust . . . don't fear . . . don't ask . . .
As the pair made their way back to the large house, hands found their way to hair, burying themselves, pulling faces closer. They stumbled on the steps, landing one on top of the other directly in front of the main doors,
"Are you alright?" Areia murmured softly close to his ear as they parted,
"Mmmm hmmm . . . less talk . . ." He grunted slightly, silencing her with another tender kiss,
"Don't you think we should . . . move . . .?"
"Why?"
"What if someone comes out here and . . . sees . . . us . . . oh god Trowa!" She growled low in her throat as his head dipped, capturing her neck,
"Shhhhhh . . ." He soothed, gently nipping at her neck, lapping at the now sore areas that had arisen there.
As Trowa's black t-shirt began to move up his torso, along with Areia's black and red gypsy-style top, voices could be heard above their heads. Neither noticed as the door opened slightly, followed by a huge beam of light and several gasps,
"Oh my!" Quatre exclaimed,
"Way to go Trowa!" Sally snorted slightly.
Trowa glanced up and smirked before returning to placing his lips to Areia's jaw-line,
"Come back later . . ." He murmured,
"Uh . . ." Heero raised a questioning eyebrow, seemingly lost for words. Duo was already gone, retreated back within the house somewhere. Wufei shook his head; arms folded, an eyebrow raised also.
Areia gasped, realising that her friends were watching as Trowa's hand pushed it's way to cup her breast, gently squeezing,
"Trowa!" She hissed, swotting him away and standing up shakily, "Uh . . . sorry?"
Wufei snorted whilst Quatre turned several colours of the spectrum,
"Whoever would've guessed that when Trowa gets horny, there's just NO stopping him!" Sally snickered, turning and dragging a rather upset Quatre. Heero and Wufei stood over them as they composed themselves, straitening clothing,
"Nice one . . ." Wufei muttered, "Except, next time, would you like to keep the fornicating to private?"
"It WAS private!" Trowa muttered,
"Yes, I guess it was until we heard Areia say your name in a rather strangled voice . . . we were worried so came to investigate."
Areia blushed, looking away as Trowa gave them a weary, dry look,
"You are both sexually deprived!" He sighed, grabbing Areia's arm and hauling her inside of the large mansion.
As they stepped nervously into the den, Duo glared at them evilly, where Quatre didn't really know where to look. Areia sat down quietly, Trowa on the arm of the chair,
"Well . . . uh . . ." Quatre began as Heero and Wufei settled also, "What shall we . . . uh . . ."
"Oh for heavens sake!" Sally exclaimed, "It was only making out!"
"Yes! But no one wants to see it!"
"No one made you all stand there and stare!" Areia snapped, standing up suddenly, Trowa pulled her back,
"Shhhhhh . . ." Trowa soothed, gently rubbing a hand through her hair, "Calm down . . ."
Duo stood suddenly,
"C'mon guys!" He chuckled, "It's not like you've never done anything wild in your life time, now, is it?" Duo continued, rubbing the back of his head.
The group stayed quiet before all beginning to laugh,
"Yeas . . . there was this one time when . . ." Heero began,
"No one cares . . ." Sally snapped,
"Good point . . . we just . . . don't wanna know . . ." Quatre giggled.
- - -
"Duo!" Areia called as Duo sauntered casually from the kitchen towards the den,
"Yeah?" He asked, turning and quirking an eyebrow,
"Thanks . . . for earlier . . . I don't know what I would've done with them all staring at me as if I were a slut . . ."
"Uh . . . Areia . . . they don't think that you're a slut! I mean just because you've slept with 3 . . ."
"2! I have only slept with 2 of you! You and Trowa! You and Trowa ONLY!" She snapped, "Where on EARTH did you get 3 from?"
"Uhm . . . I thought that you and Heero . . . you told me . . ."
"ONLY touchy feely stuff . . ." Areia sighed, shaking her head, "Dear god . . . I . . . this . . . this isn't what I set out to achieve . . . my . . . my parents . . . my sister . . . my . . . my brother . . . they must all think . . . what would they think? Watching me . . ." She whispered, a sudden realisation hitting her,
"What? Areia . . . what's wrong . . .?" Duo cried as she sunk to her knees. He was beside her, holding her as she shook,
"Oh Duo . . . what kind of person AM I?"
"A good one . . . A good, kind person 'Rei . . . everyone loves you! You have a lot . . . your family, they'd be proud . . . I'm proud . . . you have a job and a future major career, you've got LOTS of friends and you've got Tro'! Y'know? He's the kind of guy that you'd wanna take home and how off!"
Areia sobbed into his shoulder,
"I . . . I . . . I want it to end?"
"End? What do you want to end?"
"The pain . . . the nightmares . . . everything . . ."
"E . . . everything . . .? Areia . . .?"
Areia sighed heavily,
"I hate my life . . ." She muttered bitterly.
Duo choked a laugh,
"Areia! How can you say that?"
"I have no family . . ."
"We're your family . . . you know . . . Quatre and Heero are like your brothers, Wufei's that distant cousin that you never see, Relena's the scary virgin aunt that's pushing 50 and I'm . . . well . . . I'm the strange, alcoholic uncle that everyone claims that they hope doesn't show up but is relived when he shows up, bitter as ever!"
Areia giggled slightly,
"What about Tro' . . ."
"Uh . . . a perverted uncle?" He chuckled,
"Ewwwww . . ."
"Ya see! Duo Maxwell does it again!" He beamed, "I put a smile back in its rightful place, upon that gorgeous face of yours 'Rei!"
". . . Thanks . . ." She smiled slightly, resting her head a top of his shoulder, "Duo . . .?"
"Hmmmm?"
"Do you ever miss being a pilot?"
Duo snorted,
"The only thing that I miss about that time period was the se . . . uh . . . I mean . . . the . . .cooking! The fact that I didn't have to do it EVERY damn day!" He chuckled, "Back then, we shared the work . . ."
Areia nodded slightly and stood up shakily as she found Trowa towering over them,
"Everything alright?" He inquired, helping her stand and then Duo,
"Yeah man, we're cool . . ." Duo replied,
"Yup. Fine."
"Alright . . ." Trowa answered carefully, frowning slightly, "Come on . . . it's time for presents . . ."
"Ooooo! Goody!" The pair of westerners giggled together, running off down the hall.
Trowa smirked slightly, following them slowly.
As soon as the pair bounced into the room, it was filled with happiness. Quatre grinned slightly,
"I guess that Trowa found you."
"Yeah!" Duo grinned, as Trowa entered and casually seated himself in his seat on the couch. Areia dived into his lap, snuggling down promptly,
"I think Areia should go first!" Quatre suddenly blurted out,
"Uh . . . why?"
"Because . . . uh . . . your gorgeous!"
Everyone turned and gave Quatre the strangest look ever possible while Trowa suppressed a chuckle,
"Uh . . . thanks . . . I think . . . but, Tro's sick . . ."
"I don't mind." Trowa whispered, stroking her hair gently, "I would rather you went first . . ."
Areia looked between her love and Quatre, back and forth for a brief while before gulping,
"Alright. What do you have planned?"
"Nothing!" Quatre cried defensively,
"Well . . . I'd rather someone else went first . . ."
"Then, pull a cracker with me?" Trowa whispered close to her ear. She snickered slightly at the thought of oh so many possibilities of answers,
"Fine." She settled with and Trowa pulled out a red and green striped cracker. He held one end loosely; the arm around her also loosening slightly, his slender fingers seemed to have trouble getting a grip, "Are you alright?" She asked,
"Yes . . . fine . . ." He assured, "Come on, let's do this." He smiled faintly,
"Alrighty." She beamed, not even noticing that everyone was watching in anticipation, "One . . . two . . . THREE!" They both pulled and a loud 'snap' echoed around the room.
Trowa's heart fluttered nervously as Areia blinked, looking around for her prize, but instead, she found that both her end of the cracker and Trowa's were joined together by a ribbon, as to which, something dangled from.
She gently tugged the cracker from Trowa's shaking grip and held her end up, watching the ribbon dangle and spin before her face, a small gold ring glinting in the fire light, a red stone sparkled, as if winking.
Slow realisation hit her and she gasped, clasping her remaining hand other a petite mouth, falling off of Trowa's knees. He caught her quickly as tears trickled down paling cheeks,
"So? Will you?" He asked warily, "Marry me Areia . . .?" He whispered.
She seemed to stare at the ring for a while, tilting her head to the side before turning to him, more tears rolling down her cheeks. She nodded slowly, her solemn and confused frown turning into a huge grin,
"Of course I will!" She sobbed, clutching him to her tightly as he untied the ring from the ribbon, slipping it onto her finger slowly.
The room erupted in the pleasant sound of clapping as he leant forwards, tilting her chin up so she stared him in the eyes,
"Areia, I love you."
"I love you too . . . Trowa . . ." She replied, moving forwards, rubbing her lips gently across his. He smiled gently, capturing her lips in a more forceful kiss. Neither noticed that the clapping had stopped and that others were opening presents, because they had what they wanted.
- - - To be continued . . .
Ok, well . . . yay! But, don't think I'm finished yet! This has still got a LONG way to go! But, I can't tell you . . . sorry . . . I realise that this is getting really mushy and touchy-feely . . . however . . . there will be some action in here if you want.
Also, to answer your question about my grade . . . I'm not in one. I'm English and we don't have grades here. We have years, which is basically the same thing. I WAS in Year 12 (16-17 yr olds) but I'm going to College in September (yay) to study art full time! And I can't wait! So yeah!
Authors note: Heading for Chapter 8 . . . this is almost the longest fic ever written on this ID.yipes!
Wait and see.
By Bubblegum Thai.
Chapter 8; Don't trust . . . don't fear . . . don't ask . . .
As the pair made their way back to the large house, hands found their way to hair, burying themselves, pulling faces closer. They stumbled on the steps, landing one on top of the other directly in front of the main doors,
"Are you alright?" Areia murmured softly close to his ear as they parted,
"Mmmm hmmm . . . less talk . . ." He grunted slightly, silencing her with another tender kiss,
"Don't you think we should . . . move . . .?"
"Why?"
"What if someone comes out here and . . . sees . . . us . . . oh god Trowa!" She growled low in her throat as his head dipped, capturing her neck,
"Shhhhhh . . ." He soothed, gently nipping at her neck, lapping at the now sore areas that had arisen there.
As Trowa's black t-shirt began to move up his torso, along with Areia's black and red gypsy-style top, voices could be heard above their heads. Neither noticed as the door opened slightly, followed by a huge beam of light and several gasps,
"Oh my!" Quatre exclaimed,
"Way to go Trowa!" Sally snorted slightly.
Trowa glanced up and smirked before returning to placing his lips to Areia's jaw-line,
"Come back later . . ." He murmured,
"Uh . . ." Heero raised a questioning eyebrow, seemingly lost for words. Duo was already gone, retreated back within the house somewhere. Wufei shook his head; arms folded, an eyebrow raised also.
Areia gasped, realising that her friends were watching as Trowa's hand pushed it's way to cup her breast, gently squeezing,
"Trowa!" She hissed, swotting him away and standing up shakily, "Uh . . . sorry?"
Wufei snorted whilst Quatre turned several colours of the spectrum,
"Whoever would've guessed that when Trowa gets horny, there's just NO stopping him!" Sally snickered, turning and dragging a rather upset Quatre. Heero and Wufei stood over them as they composed themselves, straitening clothing,
"Nice one . . ." Wufei muttered, "Except, next time, would you like to keep the fornicating to private?"
"It WAS private!" Trowa muttered,
"Yes, I guess it was until we heard Areia say your name in a rather strangled voice . . . we were worried so came to investigate."
Areia blushed, looking away as Trowa gave them a weary, dry look,
"You are both sexually deprived!" He sighed, grabbing Areia's arm and hauling her inside of the large mansion.
As they stepped nervously into the den, Duo glared at them evilly, where Quatre didn't really know where to look. Areia sat down quietly, Trowa on the arm of the chair,
"Well . . . uh . . ." Quatre began as Heero and Wufei settled also, "What shall we . . . uh . . ."
"Oh for heavens sake!" Sally exclaimed, "It was only making out!"
"Yes! But no one wants to see it!"
"No one made you all stand there and stare!" Areia snapped, standing up suddenly, Trowa pulled her back,
"Shhhhhh . . ." Trowa soothed, gently rubbing a hand through her hair, "Calm down . . ."
Duo stood suddenly,
"C'mon guys!" He chuckled, "It's not like you've never done anything wild in your life time, now, is it?" Duo continued, rubbing the back of his head.
The group stayed quiet before all beginning to laugh,
"Yeas . . . there was this one time when . . ." Heero began,
"No one cares . . ." Sally snapped,
"Good point . . . we just . . . don't wanna know . . ." Quatre giggled.
- - -
"Duo!" Areia called as Duo sauntered casually from the kitchen towards the den,
"Yeah?" He asked, turning and quirking an eyebrow,
"Thanks . . . for earlier . . . I don't know what I would've done with them all staring at me as if I were a slut . . ."
"Uh . . . Areia . . . they don't think that you're a slut! I mean just because you've slept with 3 . . ."
"2! I have only slept with 2 of you! You and Trowa! You and Trowa ONLY!" She snapped, "Where on EARTH did you get 3 from?"
"Uhm . . . I thought that you and Heero . . . you told me . . ."
"ONLY touchy feely stuff . . ." Areia sighed, shaking her head, "Dear god . . . I . . . this . . . this isn't what I set out to achieve . . . my . . . my parents . . . my sister . . . my . . . my brother . . . they must all think . . . what would they think? Watching me . . ." She whispered, a sudden realisation hitting her,
"What? Areia . . . what's wrong . . .?" Duo cried as she sunk to her knees. He was beside her, holding her as she shook,
"Oh Duo . . . what kind of person AM I?"
"A good one . . . A good, kind person 'Rei . . . everyone loves you! You have a lot . . . your family, they'd be proud . . . I'm proud . . . you have a job and a future major career, you've got LOTS of friends and you've got Tro'! Y'know? He's the kind of guy that you'd wanna take home and how off!"
Areia sobbed into his shoulder,
"I . . . I . . . I want it to end?"
"End? What do you want to end?"
"The pain . . . the nightmares . . . everything . . ."
"E . . . everything . . .? Areia . . .?"
Areia sighed heavily,
"I hate my life . . ." She muttered bitterly.
Duo choked a laugh,
"Areia! How can you say that?"
"I have no family . . ."
"We're your family . . . you know . . . Quatre and Heero are like your brothers, Wufei's that distant cousin that you never see, Relena's the scary virgin aunt that's pushing 50 and I'm . . . well . . . I'm the strange, alcoholic uncle that everyone claims that they hope doesn't show up but is relived when he shows up, bitter as ever!"
Areia giggled slightly,
"What about Tro' . . ."
"Uh . . . a perverted uncle?" He chuckled,
"Ewwwww . . ."
"Ya see! Duo Maxwell does it again!" He beamed, "I put a smile back in its rightful place, upon that gorgeous face of yours 'Rei!"
". . . Thanks . . ." She smiled slightly, resting her head a top of his shoulder, "Duo . . .?"
"Hmmmm?"
"Do you ever miss being a pilot?"
Duo snorted,
"The only thing that I miss about that time period was the se . . . uh . . . I mean . . . the . . .cooking! The fact that I didn't have to do it EVERY damn day!" He chuckled, "Back then, we shared the work . . ."
Areia nodded slightly and stood up shakily as she found Trowa towering over them,
"Everything alright?" He inquired, helping her stand and then Duo,
"Yeah man, we're cool . . ." Duo replied,
"Yup. Fine."
"Alright . . ." Trowa answered carefully, frowning slightly, "Come on . . . it's time for presents . . ."
"Ooooo! Goody!" The pair of westerners giggled together, running off down the hall.
Trowa smirked slightly, following them slowly.
As soon as the pair bounced into the room, it was filled with happiness. Quatre grinned slightly,
"I guess that Trowa found you."
"Yeah!" Duo grinned, as Trowa entered and casually seated himself in his seat on the couch. Areia dived into his lap, snuggling down promptly,
"I think Areia should go first!" Quatre suddenly blurted out,
"Uh . . . why?"
"Because . . . uh . . . your gorgeous!"
Everyone turned and gave Quatre the strangest look ever possible while Trowa suppressed a chuckle,
"Uh . . . thanks . . . I think . . . but, Tro's sick . . ."
"I don't mind." Trowa whispered, stroking her hair gently, "I would rather you went first . . ."
Areia looked between her love and Quatre, back and forth for a brief while before gulping,
"Alright. What do you have planned?"
"Nothing!" Quatre cried defensively,
"Well . . . I'd rather someone else went first . . ."
"Then, pull a cracker with me?" Trowa whispered close to her ear. She snickered slightly at the thought of oh so many possibilities of answers,
"Fine." She settled with and Trowa pulled out a red and green striped cracker. He held one end loosely; the arm around her also loosening slightly, his slender fingers seemed to have trouble getting a grip, "Are you alright?" She asked,
"Yes . . . fine . . ." He assured, "Come on, let's do this." He smiled faintly,
"Alrighty." She beamed, not even noticing that everyone was watching in anticipation, "One . . . two . . . THREE!" They both pulled and a loud 'snap' echoed around the room.
Trowa's heart fluttered nervously as Areia blinked, looking around for her prize, but instead, she found that both her end of the cracker and Trowa's were joined together by a ribbon, as to which, something dangled from.
She gently tugged the cracker from Trowa's shaking grip and held her end up, watching the ribbon dangle and spin before her face, a small gold ring glinting in the fire light, a red stone sparkled, as if winking.
Slow realisation hit her and she gasped, clasping her remaining hand other a petite mouth, falling off of Trowa's knees. He caught her quickly as tears trickled down paling cheeks,
"So? Will you?" He asked warily, "Marry me Areia . . .?" He whispered.
She seemed to stare at the ring for a while, tilting her head to the side before turning to him, more tears rolling down her cheeks. She nodded slowly, her solemn and confused frown turning into a huge grin,
"Of course I will!" She sobbed, clutching him to her tightly as he untied the ring from the ribbon, slipping it onto her finger slowly.
The room erupted in the pleasant sound of clapping as he leant forwards, tilting her chin up so she stared him in the eyes,
"Areia, I love you."
"I love you too . . . Trowa . . ." She replied, moving forwards, rubbing her lips gently across his. He smiled gently, capturing her lips in a more forceful kiss. Neither noticed that the clapping had stopped and that others were opening presents, because they had what they wanted.
- - - To be continued . . .
Ok, well . . . yay! But, don't think I'm finished yet! This has still got a LONG way to go! But, I can't tell you . . . sorry . . . I realise that this is getting really mushy and touchy-feely . . . however . . . there will be some action in here if you want.
Also, to answer your question about my grade . . . I'm not in one. I'm English and we don't have grades here. We have years, which is basically the same thing. I WAS in Year 12 (16-17 yr olds) but I'm going to College in September (yay) to study art full time! And I can't wait! So yeah!
