Before we begin... I behaved myself. It could have turned out a lot worse. I've borrowed just a pinch of instant lemonade powder, but if you see more than what's typed here... Then you, my friends, have very dirty minds. No flames.
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Past, Present, Future
by Grace Musica
Chapter Eight
Alex's Birthday
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The next week was Alex's birthday, and both Trowa and Midii begged for two days off from 'Nazi Une', as the ex-Gundam boys called her. Fondly, of course. She gave it to them graciously.
Not to mention the fact that they had the sick days to cover it.
The three of them (Trowa, Midii and Alex, that is) celebrated Alex's birthday relatively quietly, taking the girl out to eat for lunch, then giving her her presents and having some cake and ice cream. At around six, they dropped the girl off at the Winner's to spend the night (Alex and Audrey were close to the same age and good friends).
"So, what are YOU doing tonight?" Lizzy asked, an inappropriate grin plastering her face and making her look like Duo.
"Sleeping," they both replied.
"Together?"
Both of them blushed furiously and Midii landed a punch on Liz's shoulder.
"Abuse!"
"You deserved it," Quatre replied, comming up to the three of them. He put an arm around her waist and kissed her cheek.
"Meanie."
"Big mouth." He looked at Trowa. "Don't worry. We'll take care of her."
"Or send back the body for insurance reasons."
Quatre looked at Liz. "You're so bad..."
"But you love me!"
"Lucky me."
* * * * *
Trowa and Midii went out for dinner after dropping off Alex. After they ordered, Trowa leaned over the table. "Question: How do you know Liz?"
"Well, we met during the war. Both of us worked on Peacemillion."
Trowa looked at her. "And I never saw you?"
Midii shook her head. "I kept myself locked in my office down below. Remember, I didn't know you had taken the real Trowa Barton's place."
"Then how'd you manage to meet Liz? She was a mechanic, wasn't she?"
Midii laughed. "And I did all the paperwork for the entire ship. Meaning purchase orders, too."
"Oh... so she had to go through you for some things..."
"Exactally." Midii took a sip of her drink. "After the war, we just kept in contact. Since I was with Preventer, it wasn't all that hard for her. You know... She actually used to work for us."
"Really?" She told ME she'd never worked for Preventer!
Midii nodded, then laughed. "She started the daycare center!"
Trowa chuckled. "Sounds like our Liz."
"She's nuts," Midii agreed.
"She's a Maxwell," Trowa corrected, smiling. "And thank God for that."
Midii looked at him. "You're really fond of her, aren't you?"
"Love her to death, like a little sister," Trowa replied. "I would love to be like her."
"Why?"
"Why?" Trowa sighed. "Because she's outspoken. She's not afraid to say what's on her mind, and call it how it is. She's absolutely horrible to all of us, but we still love her. She can blow off anything, tell off anybody... Except when it comes to her family. She loves us so much, she'd..."
"Lie, cheat and steal for us?" Midii finished. "Yeah, that's Liz."
"She sure likes to lie, though."
Midii raised an eyebrow. "Why say you that?"
"Because Duo's not really a priest, and can repeat the confessions he hears."
* * * * *
"I'm tired," Midii stated as they got home. "I'm going to go take my shower and go to bed."
"Okay, I've got some paperwork to finish."
Trowa sat at the table and actually started working. Midii shook her head. We've got two days, all to ourselves, and he's working... Hmn...
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Trowa had been working for about fifteen minutes when he heard the shower start. His pen paused, hovering over the paper as he imagined Midii stepping into the old-fashioned bathtub, pulling the translucent plastic around on the shower rod, not hiding her body at all as the steam swirled around her, water splashing down her body...
NO! Stop! I'm supposed to be working, not having elicit sexual fantasies about my roommate and coworker! he chastized himself mentally, shaking his head. God, I'm sick.
That's when he heard a scream that made him jump and almost fall out of his chair. "Midii?"
The woman in question ran out the bathroom, clothed in only a bathrobe pulled tight around her body, looking pale. "Oh, God, Trowa! There's a snake in the bathtub!"
Trowa blinked at her. "A... snake?"
"Yes!"
"How the hell did a SNAKE get in the bathtub?"
"Like I know?! Maybe it traveled though the pipes! But I don't care HOW it got there, I just want it OUT!"
Trowa sighed. "Okay, okay, let's see this water moccasin of yours."
He walked into the bathroom, Midii clutching his arm frightfully, hiding behind him. The two of them walked into the bathroom, which was full of steam due to the fact that the blonde had left the water running.
Trowa carefully pulled back the shower curtain, and peered around the flimsy plastic. "Huh?" He bent down, waving steam away. "Mid, I don't see any--"
He paused when he felt two hands on his back. "Wha--"
"I think you need a bath, Mr. Barton," Midii told him sweetly. She pushed just hard enough to throw Trowa off his balance, and he quickly grabbed the shower curtain, holding on for dear life.
He looked over his shoulder, staring at her. "What the--"
RIII...
Both of them looked up at the shower curtain, which was ripping free of the rings around the shower rod.
"Oh, dear," Midii said in a tone that suggested that she wasn't one bit sorry.
Then she grabbed at the shower curtain and ripped it down.
Finally, gravity caught up with Trowa Barton. He fell into the full-to-overflowing tub, sloshing water on the tile floor. Luckily, it was a pretty big tub (*cough*plotdevice*cough*), so he didn't hit his head. He quickly turned around, splashing more water upon floor as he sat up, tangling himself in the shower curtain. "WHAT THE HELL?!"
Midii laughed. "So you DO get vocal when you're angry!"
"Midii Une, you'd better explain yourself--"
"You were working when you should be resting and having fun. And besides..." She pulled him free of the curtain and brushed his wet hair back off his face. "You look so much better wet."
"Oh, really?" Trowa's face split into a huge grin as he grabbed Midii's arm. "Then you'll look perfect."
Midii let out a squeak as she splashed into the tub, adding more water to the floor. She sat up a bit and hit Trowa on the shoulder. "Why'd you do that?! You got my robe soaking wet--!"
"You look good wet," Trowa added, and smiled as Midii hit him again. "Besides, you were planning on taking a shower anyway."
The shower continued to beat on them as Trowa leaned up, snaked his arms around her and gave her a kiss, which was about as steamy as the water. "Mid, there's one thing you learn in the circus... You mess with a lion, don't get angry when he bites you."
"A lion, huh?" They kissed again, and Trowa teased her mouth open, their togunes meeting and swirling around one another, emotions doing the same. After a bit, Midii pulled away. "Then how should a lioness tame him?" her tone was teasing. "Oh, I know..." She loosened the robe and slid it down over her shoulders, but held it up before it completely fell off her body. "Will this work?"
"C'mere," Trowa growled, pulling her closer for another steamy kiss.
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Trowa and Midii sat on the porch swing, wrapped up in a blanket and dressed only in robes, watching the sun come up. Midii had a huge, steaming cup of coffee--Preventers' lifeblood; both were hopelessly hooked--which both were sharing. Trowa had his arms around Midii's waist--who was sitting between his legs--and his chin was resting on her shoulder. He kissed her temple, and she smiled at him.
"Hmn... Good morning, Mr. Barton."
Trowa placed a biting kiss on the sensitive skin of her neck. "And good morning to you, Ms. Une."
Midii giggled from the sensation and snuggled closer to him. He slid his hands up and down her sides, making her giggle again, the friction from the terry cloth robe tickling her sensitive skin. His hand dissappeared into her robe and drew slow, lazy circles on her bare stomach, his fingertips barely brushing the creamy skin. She tipped her head back onto his shoulder, eyes shut. "Oh, Lord, this is Heaven."
Trowa nuzzled her neck, then kissed it. "You said that last night, too. About... Oh... Ten times, maybe more."
"You kept count?"
"Nah, I lost count after we finally got out of the bathtub."
She giggled again, then sighed contently. "I think I could die happy now."
"But if you die, I won't be happy." Trowa muttered his complaint in her hair this time. "Then we'd have a problem."
Midii carefully leaned over and set the now-empty mug on the ground and turned around to face Trowa, hands on his shoulders. "I've lived without you for all these years," she teased, kissing his nose. "Maybe you should deal without me for a bit, see what I've been though."
"Hey, I lived out those same years, Midii Une," Trowa replied, eyes narrowing playfully. "And now that I've finally got you, if you leave, I'll die." He kissed her gently, his arms still looped around her waist. "You're my sun, my light. I need you like I need air." He looked straight into her eyes. "Midii, I love you. Marry me, please."
Midii blinked. The other night, he had told her he loved her countless times, but she had chalked it up to nothing more than a.) passion-babble and b.) something to appease her for sleeping with him.
Apparently, she had been wrong.
She smiled, looped her arms around his neck and moved closer, sitting on his lap. She kissed him lightly. "Of course. I love you too, Trowa."
He tightened his arms around her waist as she layed her head on his shoulder. The two of them stayed like that, watching the sun continue to rise and enjoying the simple joy of being close to one another. Then Midii spoke again. "What are we going to tell Alex?"
"Alexandria Denise is quite a smart little girl," Trowa replied, using both of Alex's names. "We'll have to tell her when she comes home, or she'll figure it out on her own and be angry for not saying anything. But she'll understand how we feel. For a six-year-old, she can be quite insightful."
Midii picked her head up and smiled at Trowa. "But until we pick up that smart, insightful little girl, we have four more hours to kill..."
"Not anymore. And maybe we should call Quatre and ask him to keep Alex for just a little longer..."
* * * * *
"...and then Thomas blew up the blender again trying to make some smoothies for all of us, and Aunt Lizzy nearly beat him with her paddle, and he couldn't sit down for the rest of the night! And then we had some cake and ice cream, and Uncle Duo was there, and he almost ate the entire thing before I even got to blow out the candles! And then..."*
Midii and Trowa looked at each other and smiled. The normally quiet Alex was babbling on and on in the back seat, very excited about her overnight stay at the Winners. It was the most the little Barton had ever spoken at one time, and Trowa was torn between turning around and dropping her back off at the Winners so he could spend another night alone with Midii and forbidding her to go back ever again because she talked like a Maxwell when she came back.
"...And Daddy! Guess what I wished for when I blew out the candles! Guess, guess!"
Trowa smiled as he looked in the rearview mirror. "What did you wish for, sweetheart?"
"I wished that you and Midii would get married!"
Trowa slammed the brakes--luckily, they were almost home, on their street--and both adults turned, shocked, to look at Alex, who looked confused.
"What, did I say something wrong?"
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*Think Michelle in the first 'American Pie' movie, when she's telling band camp stories, and you've got Alex's tone of voice.
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Past, Present, Future
by Grace Musica
Chapter Eight
Alex's Birthday
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The next week was Alex's birthday, and both Trowa and Midii begged for two days off from 'Nazi Une', as the ex-Gundam boys called her. Fondly, of course. She gave it to them graciously.
Not to mention the fact that they had the sick days to cover it.
The three of them (Trowa, Midii and Alex, that is) celebrated Alex's birthday relatively quietly, taking the girl out to eat for lunch, then giving her her presents and having some cake and ice cream. At around six, they dropped the girl off at the Winner's to spend the night (Alex and Audrey were close to the same age and good friends).
"So, what are YOU doing tonight?" Lizzy asked, an inappropriate grin plastering her face and making her look like Duo.
"Sleeping," they both replied.
"Together?"
Both of them blushed furiously and Midii landed a punch on Liz's shoulder.
"Abuse!"
"You deserved it," Quatre replied, comming up to the three of them. He put an arm around her waist and kissed her cheek.
"Meanie."
"Big mouth." He looked at Trowa. "Don't worry. We'll take care of her."
"Or send back the body for insurance reasons."
Quatre looked at Liz. "You're so bad..."
"But you love me!"
"Lucky me."
* * * * *
Trowa and Midii went out for dinner after dropping off Alex. After they ordered, Trowa leaned over the table. "Question: How do you know Liz?"
"Well, we met during the war. Both of us worked on Peacemillion."
Trowa looked at her. "And I never saw you?"
Midii shook her head. "I kept myself locked in my office down below. Remember, I didn't know you had taken the real Trowa Barton's place."
"Then how'd you manage to meet Liz? She was a mechanic, wasn't she?"
Midii laughed. "And I did all the paperwork for the entire ship. Meaning purchase orders, too."
"Oh... so she had to go through you for some things..."
"Exactally." Midii took a sip of her drink. "After the war, we just kept in contact. Since I was with Preventer, it wasn't all that hard for her. You know... She actually used to work for us."
"Really?" She told ME she'd never worked for Preventer!
Midii nodded, then laughed. "She started the daycare center!"
Trowa chuckled. "Sounds like our Liz."
"She's nuts," Midii agreed.
"She's a Maxwell," Trowa corrected, smiling. "And thank God for that."
Midii looked at him. "You're really fond of her, aren't you?"
"Love her to death, like a little sister," Trowa replied. "I would love to be like her."
"Why?"
"Why?" Trowa sighed. "Because she's outspoken. She's not afraid to say what's on her mind, and call it how it is. She's absolutely horrible to all of us, but we still love her. She can blow off anything, tell off anybody... Except when it comes to her family. She loves us so much, she'd..."
"Lie, cheat and steal for us?" Midii finished. "Yeah, that's Liz."
"She sure likes to lie, though."
Midii raised an eyebrow. "Why say you that?"
"Because Duo's not really a priest, and can repeat the confessions he hears."
* * * * *
"I'm tired," Midii stated as they got home. "I'm going to go take my shower and go to bed."
"Okay, I've got some paperwork to finish."
Trowa sat at the table and actually started working. Midii shook her head. We've got two days, all to ourselves, and he's working... Hmn...
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Trowa had been working for about fifteen minutes when he heard the shower start. His pen paused, hovering over the paper as he imagined Midii stepping into the old-fashioned bathtub, pulling the translucent plastic around on the shower rod, not hiding her body at all as the steam swirled around her, water splashing down her body...
NO! Stop! I'm supposed to be working, not having elicit sexual fantasies about my roommate and coworker! he chastized himself mentally, shaking his head. God, I'm sick.
That's when he heard a scream that made him jump and almost fall out of his chair. "Midii?"
The woman in question ran out the bathroom, clothed in only a bathrobe pulled tight around her body, looking pale. "Oh, God, Trowa! There's a snake in the bathtub!"
Trowa blinked at her. "A... snake?"
"Yes!"
"How the hell did a SNAKE get in the bathtub?"
"Like I know?! Maybe it traveled though the pipes! But I don't care HOW it got there, I just want it OUT!"
Trowa sighed. "Okay, okay, let's see this water moccasin of yours."
He walked into the bathroom, Midii clutching his arm frightfully, hiding behind him. The two of them walked into the bathroom, which was full of steam due to the fact that the blonde had left the water running.
Trowa carefully pulled back the shower curtain, and peered around the flimsy plastic. "Huh?" He bent down, waving steam away. "Mid, I don't see any--"
He paused when he felt two hands on his back. "Wha--"
"I think you need a bath, Mr. Barton," Midii told him sweetly. She pushed just hard enough to throw Trowa off his balance, and he quickly grabbed the shower curtain, holding on for dear life.
He looked over his shoulder, staring at her. "What the--"
RIII...
Both of them looked up at the shower curtain, which was ripping free of the rings around the shower rod.
"Oh, dear," Midii said in a tone that suggested that she wasn't one bit sorry.
Then she grabbed at the shower curtain and ripped it down.
Finally, gravity caught up with Trowa Barton. He fell into the full-to-overflowing tub, sloshing water on the tile floor. Luckily, it was a pretty big tub (*cough*plotdevice*cough*), so he didn't hit his head. He quickly turned around, splashing more water upon floor as he sat up, tangling himself in the shower curtain. "WHAT THE HELL?!"
Midii laughed. "So you DO get vocal when you're angry!"
"Midii Une, you'd better explain yourself--"
"You were working when you should be resting and having fun. And besides..." She pulled him free of the curtain and brushed his wet hair back off his face. "You look so much better wet."
"Oh, really?" Trowa's face split into a huge grin as he grabbed Midii's arm. "Then you'll look perfect."
Midii let out a squeak as she splashed into the tub, adding more water to the floor. She sat up a bit and hit Trowa on the shoulder. "Why'd you do that?! You got my robe soaking wet--!"
"You look good wet," Trowa added, and smiled as Midii hit him again. "Besides, you were planning on taking a shower anyway."
The shower continued to beat on them as Trowa leaned up, snaked his arms around her and gave her a kiss, which was about as steamy as the water. "Mid, there's one thing you learn in the circus... You mess with a lion, don't get angry when he bites you."
"A lion, huh?" They kissed again, and Trowa teased her mouth open, their togunes meeting and swirling around one another, emotions doing the same. After a bit, Midii pulled away. "Then how should a lioness tame him?" her tone was teasing. "Oh, I know..." She loosened the robe and slid it down over her shoulders, but held it up before it completely fell off her body. "Will this work?"
"C'mere," Trowa growled, pulling her closer for another steamy kiss.
* * * * *
Trowa and Midii sat on the porch swing, wrapped up in a blanket and dressed only in robes, watching the sun come up. Midii had a huge, steaming cup of coffee--Preventers' lifeblood; both were hopelessly hooked--which both were sharing. Trowa had his arms around Midii's waist--who was sitting between his legs--and his chin was resting on her shoulder. He kissed her temple, and she smiled at him.
"Hmn... Good morning, Mr. Barton."
Trowa placed a biting kiss on the sensitive skin of her neck. "And good morning to you, Ms. Une."
Midii giggled from the sensation and snuggled closer to him. He slid his hands up and down her sides, making her giggle again, the friction from the terry cloth robe tickling her sensitive skin. His hand dissappeared into her robe and drew slow, lazy circles on her bare stomach, his fingertips barely brushing the creamy skin. She tipped her head back onto his shoulder, eyes shut. "Oh, Lord, this is Heaven."
Trowa nuzzled her neck, then kissed it. "You said that last night, too. About... Oh... Ten times, maybe more."
"You kept count?"
"Nah, I lost count after we finally got out of the bathtub."
She giggled again, then sighed contently. "I think I could die happy now."
"But if you die, I won't be happy." Trowa muttered his complaint in her hair this time. "Then we'd have a problem."
Midii carefully leaned over and set the now-empty mug on the ground and turned around to face Trowa, hands on his shoulders. "I've lived without you for all these years," she teased, kissing his nose. "Maybe you should deal without me for a bit, see what I've been though."
"Hey, I lived out those same years, Midii Une," Trowa replied, eyes narrowing playfully. "And now that I've finally got you, if you leave, I'll die." He kissed her gently, his arms still looped around her waist. "You're my sun, my light. I need you like I need air." He looked straight into her eyes. "Midii, I love you. Marry me, please."
Midii blinked. The other night, he had told her he loved her countless times, but she had chalked it up to nothing more than a.) passion-babble and b.) something to appease her for sleeping with him.
Apparently, she had been wrong.
She smiled, looped her arms around his neck and moved closer, sitting on his lap. She kissed him lightly. "Of course. I love you too, Trowa."
He tightened his arms around her waist as she layed her head on his shoulder. The two of them stayed like that, watching the sun continue to rise and enjoying the simple joy of being close to one another. Then Midii spoke again. "What are we going to tell Alex?"
"Alexandria Denise is quite a smart little girl," Trowa replied, using both of Alex's names. "We'll have to tell her when she comes home, or she'll figure it out on her own and be angry for not saying anything. But she'll understand how we feel. For a six-year-old, she can be quite insightful."
Midii picked her head up and smiled at Trowa. "But until we pick up that smart, insightful little girl, we have four more hours to kill..."
"Not anymore. And maybe we should call Quatre and ask him to keep Alex for just a little longer..."
* * * * *
"...and then Thomas blew up the blender again trying to make some smoothies for all of us, and Aunt Lizzy nearly beat him with her paddle, and he couldn't sit down for the rest of the night! And then we had some cake and ice cream, and Uncle Duo was there, and he almost ate the entire thing before I even got to blow out the candles! And then..."*
Midii and Trowa looked at each other and smiled. The normally quiet Alex was babbling on and on in the back seat, very excited about her overnight stay at the Winners. It was the most the little Barton had ever spoken at one time, and Trowa was torn between turning around and dropping her back off at the Winners so he could spend another night alone with Midii and forbidding her to go back ever again because she talked like a Maxwell when she came back.
"...And Daddy! Guess what I wished for when I blew out the candles! Guess, guess!"
Trowa smiled as he looked in the rearview mirror. "What did you wish for, sweetheart?"
"I wished that you and Midii would get married!"
Trowa slammed the brakes--luckily, they were almost home, on their street--and both adults turned, shocked, to look at Alex, who looked confused.
"What, did I say something wrong?"
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*Think Michelle in the first 'American Pie' movie, when she's telling band camp stories, and you've got Alex's tone of voice.