Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, but I think the creators should really reconsider that simple fact.

Chapter 5

Hot Enchiladas and Sex Talk

Of all the things that she could have done, why did it have to be this? She always thought that she would have bungee jumped, rafted down a dangerous river, climbed Mt. Everest; anything but this would have been better. Physical audacity was much easier to cure than emotional audacity; her two stints (yes two) with Duo were enough to make any moral woman pass out and die. The first had been all him. True, part of her wanted to rip off his clothes and smear toffee all over his body and slowly lick it off. She fantasized for a whole three months about ripping down the chestnut braid and running her fingers through his hair. Just standing there she could still feel the heat of his touch and the fire of his kisses.

"Are you okay?" Roddy's voice sounded sane in all the commotion and fog of her brain.

"Yeah, just a little distracted." She responded as coolly as possible. Roddy couldn't be fooled. Jina's usually calm exterior had been cracked by something… or someone. But it couldn't be. Jina was far too restrained and demure to allow herself be carried asunder or swept away by the wily sexuality of Duo Maxwell. Or could she? She had been acting a bit strangely lately; Roddy took it upon herself to figure out what the hell was going with her band mates.

"Why doesn't Heero every come to these band bonding parties?" Trowa asked, a few sheets to the wind. He was getting awfully cozy with Quatre, as they always did when they were both drunk and horny. Roddy rolled her eyes in both jealousy and annoyance as she watched her sexy boyfriend wrap a strong, tanned armed around their pale, blonde drummer. Maybe Quatre was up to give it a go; she'd think about that later, now it was time to figure out what was wrong with Jina.

"You know Heero, he's always practicing, writing, being boring, etc. I wanted to get out and I wouldn't miss your enchiladas for the world, Trowa." Trowa was too drunk and too preoccupied by Quatre's hand sliding down his arm that he didn't even hear what Jina said. She sighed, ran a gentle hand through her brown locks and turned her attention back to the fight.

"Trowa, I think it's time that you and Quatre go and get some sleep, you're a little drunk," Roddy announced over the loud fight. Quatre and Trowa eyed each other then turned their attention back to Roddy and smiled. Trowa stood up from the sofa and walked towards his girlfriend, pressing her up against the counter and obviously whispering some naughty, fun things into her ear, because she giggled and made promises of hurrying to bed.

"I'll be there in a second, just let me talk to Jina," she whispered back.

"We'll warm up for you, but don't take too long." He smacked her on the ass and helped a super-drunk Quatre to the back room of the extensive home. Roddy smiled and grabbed herself a Corona from the ice chest and plopped herself down on the sofa next to a skeptical Jina.

"What was that all about?" Jina asked, watching as Quatre and Trowa disappeared down the hallway.

"Oh, a birthday present."

"A threesome with Quatre and Trowa?" Jina watched as Roddy took a long swig of her Corona.

"It wasn't for me, this is Trowa's birthday present."

"I'll never understand your relationship with him."

"And you don't have to," Roddy smiled, swigged down the rest of the beverage and grabbed another one.

"Enough about me, what's up between you and hot ass?"

"What?"

"You and Duo?"

"Oh, nothing." Jina replied with a hint of nervousness and apprehension in her voice that Roddy couldn't help but pick it up.

"Don't nothing me, sister. I know sexual tension when I see it. You and Duo wanna fuck each other and you both know it. Anything worse would be if you already did fuck each other…" Roddy rolled her head back on her neck relieving some of the pressure of having to hold it up by herself. Some how her very own words made it through the drunken haze that was her brain and she looked over at Jina with the most shock that anyone has ever seen in Roddy's face. Jina bit her lip like a small child that had been discovered taking cookies from a cookie jar.

"Shit." Was all Roddy could muster.

"Don't look at me in that tone of voice, Rod. You've done and are about to do a whole lot worse than me."

"Cheating on Heero is a federal offense; if he finds out he'll kill everyone and everything in sight. You better hide your bamboo plants."

"Heero won't find out if someone keeps their mouth shut."

"I can keep a secret." Roddy let her words linger. It was true; she'd never once told anyone about her infidelities, she'd always been caught in the act. Now, with the repercussions that this whole thing could have on the stability of the already unstable band Roddy thought that discretion was best.

"So, when did this happen?"

"You know, for someone who's drunk you can sure comprehend well."

"It's a talent and I'm a pro. Answer the damn question."

"Last week in the recording studio elevator…"

"You might want to get the surveillance tape, just in case Heero gets suspicious."

"And tonight at the studio after you left."

"What's the matter, you guys can't find a free bed?"

"It's spontaneous and wonderful and shit it's so good Roddy. I haven't felt this way since I first started dating Heero. Duo is so different in that area…"

"How different? Bigger? Faster? Harder?"

"You're disgusting, you know that?"

"Come on, you're a grown woman."

"Okay, okay. Duo is just a lot more passionate. It doesn't feel like we're just going through the motions. It feels like sex. Really good sex. But I feel so guilty."

"Eh, it'll pass. Trust me, the guilt will pass with the next time you two fuck, quickly, painlessly and with a sharp thrust."

"You would know, wouldn't you."

"Yep. Well, I'm going to have a threesome with Trowa and Quatre. Try not to fuck up my band while you're fucking Duo, please. I don't want this to be a Yoko Onno situation. We've worked too hard…" a ring at the doorbell stopped Roddy's drunken rant and she stumbled her way towards the door.

"You look inebriated," Duo said, his whiskey-toned voice sending shivers down Jina's spine. She couldn't see him yet, but she could hear him and she wanted him even then.

"You bastard, you. I know everything you've been up to. Keep up the good work. I'm going to have a threesome with Quatre and Trowa. Margaritas, enchiladas and Jina are all in the den, maybe you can figure out some kinky sexual thing to do with that combination. Night."

"Sleep well, or should I say, fuck well."

"They're also four empty beds. Pick and choose." Roddy stumbled her way down the hall towards her room where muffled moans could already be heard radiating down the hall.

She was sitting quietly on the sofa, nursing a drink that she'd had for half the night. The fight was on low, but she wasn't really concentrating on the two men pummel each other on screen. She could sense his presence as he eased down the corridor to the den; she could hear him move, smell him coming towards her and it unnerved her to no end. She didn't look up when she felt him staring at her from the corner of the wall. He looked like walking sex, tight black jeans, simple loose white t-shirt, leather jacket draping over his strong frame.

"Hey, Jina, wanna go for a ride?" his voice and the statement were dripping with honey-cloyed sex appeal, but she refused to look at him; she could still taste his tang on her lips. She didn't reply, only focused on the opening of the aluminum can and the slightly tart taste as the beer slid down her throat. Noticing her trepidation, he walked towards her, a stride slow and predatory, but not too slow as to alarm her. She watched his black boot clad feet march towards her, the braid swinging along his rear, creating a rhythm as he walked that she stored away for later memories. He plopped down next to her on the sofa, sitting close enough so she could smell him, the scent making her heady, the warmth of his body causing sharp tingles to run up and down her arms. She wanted to close her eyes in surrender, allow him to take her into one of the many rooms that Roddy had offered and love her properly, but she'd set her resolve and it wasn't going to happen… again.

"Ignoring people is rude, Jina," he said leaning back, letting his shirt ride up slightly, revealing the slope of his muscular stomach. She'd wanted to leave bite marks all over that silken, creamy plain; she wanted to claim every piece of his flesh with her teeth, but she wouldn't, she couldn't. His large hand that was splayed wildly behind her head on the neck of the sofa, started slowly at the ends of her hair and almost painfully deliberate snaked through the silky brown locks, lingering magically before almost frantically rubbing the nape of her neck. Goosebumps were the result of his touch, heavy breathing followed. He moved in close, the warm humidity of his breath tickling her ear.

"Rude girls need to be punished," he whispered matter-of-factly. She felt the hand at the nape of her neck grab hold a bit stronger and then felt her face being pulled close to his in a kiss so hot that she was sure the fire alarm would go off. She surrendered to him, not knowing why and not caring. Heero never came to these things, he never wanted to be bothered with the other people so she didn't have to worry about his showing up just in case something happened right here. She felt hands scale her body and at once realized that she was on her back, Duo on top of her, straddling her thighs and removing his leather jacket.

The acrid smell of baby-soft, black leather filled her nostrils, mixed with the strange scent of male, bourbon, and other sensual spices. She felt kisses on her neck, slight bites on the sensitive flesh, soothing laps at the bite marks, a cool breeze as she realized that her shirt was being thrown towards the vicinity of the floor, then a warm, hardened, muscular body covering the breeze and a soft, passionate kiss to her lips.

"We shouldn't do this here," she said breathily, her mind having told her of the dangers of being boldly displayed.

"Why not?" came a mumbled reply from somewhere, she figured it was her stomach, since that's where she felt the warm tickle of breath, "we've done it everywhere else. At lease we're horizontal." Smirking slightly, she dug her fingers into his silken, chestnut braid and pulled him up to meet her face.

"What if Heero miraculously shows up?" she asked with worry. He smiled down at her, kissed her chastely.

"Then he'll know and we'll deal with it," Duo said, getting back to the task at hand which was currently unbuttoning the buttons of her jeans. Who wore button fly anymore anyway?

"What about that ride?" Jina asked, still not satisfied with the answer. Duo stopped, having pulled her jeans down and was in the middle of hooking his fingers into her underwear.

"Oh, I'll give you a ride."