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Chapter 4:

The Plot Thickens

Jina wasn't one of those women to let things go. She also wasn't one for confrontation, especially with someone that she knew that she was going to be seeing for the duration of the year. She stood there and watched as Duo ended the conversation by leaving. He was running from her and this pissed her off and spurred her onward. Somehow this longhaired guitarist had gotten under her skin and she was at the brink of bursting. She wanted to kiss him and kill him at the same time. Not once before this situation had she thought about cheating on Heero, but with Duo in the mix she couldn't help but think about him. He would be something that she'd never experienced, and she wanted to run towards it. Her nature, however, made her shy away from it and closer to Heero.

But now, he'd insulted her, and ended the conversation before she could even get a chance to be a bitch with him. Duo knew just when to piss her off and just when to leave; she hated him and wanted him so without any thought she ran after him to give Duo a piece of her mind. He was standing at the elevator of the studio, waiting for it to come up and get him. There were no people here at eleven at night but it still took a long time for the elevator to get to them because the studio was on the 18th floor of their record label's business offices. The only people there this late at night were the security guards and they weren't worth shit. Finally there was a green light signaling that the elevator had arrived, the door opened and he stepped on, but was quickly joined by an irate Jina. The door stayed open because she held her finger ever constant on the door.

"What makes you think that you know me so well, Maxwell? You don't know me, you don't know who I am." She was trembling, her finger shaking fiercely on the button to the elevator. Duo, seeing that he'd struck a nerve, grabbed her hand and pulled her into the elevator and into a kiss. The doors closed behind her. He dropped his guitar to the floor and pinned her against back corner of the elevator. His lips slid over hers languidly and passionately his tongue finding supremacy in her mouth. He slid his hands over her shoulders, down her back and onto her buttocks and squeezed the firmness there. A moan escaped her lips and he lowered his head down to her neck and nipped at her soft, pliable skin. His hands went to her breast and kneaded the soft flesh rubbing his thumbs across her pert nipples. Another ragged kiss was shared between them both as he quickly removed her sweatpants and underwear. The elevator had only reached the 12th floor, the small circular light glowing next to each number.

She was wet and warm and he felt her heat against his own. Her hands were quick as she undid his jeans. Their close quarters and the swelling of his member making it hard to gently push down the zipper. She gripped his back, her nails digging into the strong, tense muscles and she wrapped her legs around his waist giving him easier access. He thrust into her, eyes clenched and mouth open both of them releasing tight hisses of air as he plunged into her hard and fast. The elevator was on floor 7 as both parties inside it were nearing completion. A few more thrust and she was there, biting his strong shoulder to suppress the scream that was forming in her lungs. He followed quickly after, spilling his warmth inside of her. Her legs were still wrapped around him and her head was on his shoulder. His head was resting on her chest and he was trying to catch his breath. The elevator came to a bumpy stop but the door didn't open. He set her legs down gently and helped her put on her clothes. He pulled his pants up from their place on his hips and straightened his clothes to look somewhat presentable.

"I don't know you." he said sarcastically pushing the "door open" button. He had a smug look on his face like he'd just won the World Series. She narrowed her eyes at him and watched as he walked out of the elevator door and as it closed behind him. As the elevator floated her back up to the 18th floor some things washed over her mind. She'd just cheated on Heero, something that she thought she'd never do. It was spontaneous, courageous, bold, almost too bold for someone like her. She'd actually gotten what she's been wanting for such a long time. A smile slowly crept on her lips and she closed her eyes, remembering the feel of Duo all around her.

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"You got something for me?" Roddy said, scaring Duo half to death. She was walking from behind him, Ocean in front of her on an aquamarine-colored leash and trotting happily. Duo bent down to pick up the small, white bundle of fluff.

"Yeah, I think you'll like it," He said taking Ocean away from her owner and walking down the hallway towards the studio. It was only a couple of hours since he'd been in that very same place and he could only think of one thing. After he'd left Jina in the elevator he'd gone to a bar to think about what he'd done. Not only had he just fucked a beautiful girl in an elevator, but he'd also fucked a beautiful member of the band that he was in and she had a boyfriend, who was also a member of said band. He was in some deep shit. He'd nothing for the rest of the night but think about kissing Jina and tried to work on his riff. In all actuality he felt as if he'd accomplished something. The riff, though a bit rusty, seemed to work with the song and would fit with the song's originality.

Setting the small dog down on the floor and grabbing his guitar up he placed the strap over his shoulder and was ready to play. Roddy grabbed Ocean up from the seat and replaced the empty space with herself; making herself extremely comfortable, she smiled at Duo and nodded bidding him to proceed. Duo swallowed deeply and arched his shaky, aching fingers over the guitar strings, plucking each one succinctly and clearly, to reveal the perfect riff. He closed his eyes, feeling the sounds that were flowing from his instrument. He was picturesque, almost dapper, a walking orgasm as he thrusts his pelvis forward to the simple riff, ravishing the guitar with expert hands. Roddy bit her bottom lip in anticipation, trying not to give away her enthusiasm, but ultimately losing her battle with her emotions. Smiling from ear to ear, she hopped up, almost forgetting about the small pooch in her lap and hugged Duo, giving him a chaste and simply adoring kiss on the cheek. At that moment, Jina walked in, her eyes bugged at the sight; neither one of them noticed her presence at the door.

"I guess you like it, then?" he asked, blushing slightly and rubbing his shaky hands through his bangs.

"That riff makes me want to go out and do it," Roddy said, smiling seductively.

"Is it hot?" Duo asked, chuckling a little at Rod's comment.

"Almost as hot as my ass. But seriously babe, where did you get this from?" Roddy asked, backing away and picking up her puppy, smiling at Jina who was walking towards her piano. Duo's eyes followed her every move, from the first step she took visibly into the studio, to the moment she sat at the piano; Jina wasn't totally oblivious to Duo's eyes on her and neither was Roddy, who smiled wickedly at the sight.

"Let's just say that I've had some," he watched as Jina bent over to get something out of her bag, "divine inspiration." Duo's eyes finally left Jina's movements and went back to the person he was speaking to.

"Really, Rod, I just don't know where it comes from. Maybe it's just my natural sex appeal." He said, smiling. Roddy cocked an eyebrow, picked up her dog, and started towards the door.

"Well, it's good," she said as she exited, "oh, Jina, are you coming tonight. We're going to watch the Fight, have a few Margarita's and Trowa is fixing enchiladas?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Trowa makes the best. But you know Heero's not coming."

"Yeah, he never does. Oh, Duo you're invited as well. Tonight around 8:00. See ya." Roddy threw over her shoulder without even a backwards glance at the two of them. She could feel the awkwardness of the situation and decided to leave the two of them alone.

Once alone, Duo decided that it was best that he pack up and head back home. He was a bit tired from the late night inspiration and hadn't slept much after he'd left the studio; so, he was in definite need of a nap. Duo leaned down to pick up the guitar and the black case and placed the instrument in its casing. Jina, meanwhile, was warming up her fingers on the white baby grand that Roddy had shipped directly from some of the best piano makers in the country. Jina hadn't played on a real keyboard in so long and the keys were a lot stiffer than her usual Sony keyboard. She continued to ignore Duo as she played the scales, her mind focusing solidly on her fingers moving swiftly up and down the black and white ivory keys.

Duo had packed up his stuff, grabbed his keys and wallet and was on his way out of the door when the scale playing stopped. With one foot out of the door he halted and just stood, not daring to turn around.

"Please don't come tonight," she said almost meekly. He smiled wickedly and didn't turn; he just stood there, relaxed.

"Why not? It's a free country," Duo replied sarcastically.

"Just don't."

"Why? What are you afraid of?" he turned, noticing that she was sitting at the piano her head lowered to the point where he couldn't even see her eyes. He only stood in the doorway.

"I'm not afraid of anything, I just don't want you to come tonight," she said angrily, still not lifting her head. He started to advance upon her slowly, stepping one foot in front of the other.

"You are afraid, and I can't understand it. It's not like you're not transparent enough. You wanted it and you liked it and goddammit, you want to do it again…" Duo continued to move towards her slowly. She didn't move away, only held her head down, as if she were ashamed, and listened to his words.

"You liked being pushed against that wall and fucked so fast that we beat the elevator down, didn't you, babe?" he was almost to her now, only a couple more steps and he would be in such close proximity that she would be able to feel his heat radiating off of him.

"I heard you moan. I felt you come around me, and you liked it. It felt so good, being bad, didn't it, babe? Didn't it? Fucking answer me, Jina!" he said, finally coming to her and grabbing her by her shoulders.

"Yes! Is that what you want to hear, you prick! I liked it, but I'll be damned if it happens again. I can't do that to Heero, I love him." She was screaming at him, pushing, punching, flailing her fist at him in ways that she knew wouldn't hurt him. He pushed her against the back wall of the studio, where no one could see them and put one arm on each side of her. She wasn't trapped; she could have pushed herself away from him at any moment yet she stayed there.

"Hn. Love. If love makes you hold onto something that makes you miserable what's the point of being in love? What do you want babe?" she wouldn't look at him, only lowered her head down so she wouldn't have to see Duo's eyes. She knew in her heart that those violet orbs would make her crack, they would see right through her, they already had.

"I don't want you to come tonight," she said, a tear dropping from her eye. Duo inhaled deeply and slowly and closed his eyes as he felt the air release and he exhaled. There was drastic silence as he contemplated her request. He lowered his face so close to hers, smelling her scent, allowing himself to take full control of the moment before he gave it back to her. He wanted her, that much was true, she needed him, and she knew it. There was something they both could learn from the situation, but she didn't want to learn, she didn't want to move on, she just wanted safety. Obviously the previous night's romp had pushed her sensibilities over the edge; she'd lost too much control and gotten what she wanted, she'd actually enjoyed herself and the guilt of that was too much for her to bear. Not being one to cause complete and total mental breakdown, Duo backed away from her slightly, but before he could leave that uncomfortable situation totally there was one thing that he had to see.

"Look in my eyes and tell me that," he whispered seductively into her ear. It took a few minutes for her to respond; so long, in fact, that Duo thought that she was deaf in one ear. But she did finally move, not a fast action but something rather thorough and lethargic. She lifted her head slowly, her forehead in direct vision of Duo's and he watched as one fiery brown eyes appeared then another. Yet, before he could react or before she could say anything, her hands went to the tuft of silky, chestnut hair at the nape of his neck and roughly pulled his lips down to hers in a fierce and passionate kiss.