Disclaimer: dont own, sorry. ive got two hours to write three limes...and
ive never written a lime before! plus i need to download aim now, go check
my email and get them all sent/posted! eep! hurry!
Kat: Yeah, here it is, you better appreciate the poor quality. *glares*
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Trowa jumped, startled at the noise behind him.
A short of...tappnig noise. Like someone drumming their fingernails over a piece of sheet
metal.
Turning around slowly, he saw nothing. Just darkness behind him.
Groping around, he found the light switch and turning it on, gasped.
Standing before him was his girlfriend of three years, Midii Une.
"M-Midii?" He asked, looked her over.
This didn't take long, as she wasn't wearing much. In fact, she was wearing nothing at all.
"What are you--? How...did you get in here?"
This was his preventers office, as a high ranking official, his office was locked and twelve
stories up, with bullet proof windows and bolted doors.
Lady Une didn't want one of her most precious workers, an ex-gundam pilot, to be killed.
Midii smirked.
"Scaled the wall, got in through the janitor's door, gagged the security workers, stole up
twelve flights of stairs, picked the lock, and bribed Duo to do the rest."
Trowa was about to mentally curse Duo, then stopped.
What was so wrong with his girlfriend appearing in his office, anyway?
As he was following this train of thought, the blonde took a step towards him, reaching out to
him and running a finely manicured nail down his cheek.
"So," She purred, "Are you going to punish me for sneaking into your workplace in the
dead of night?"
His breath hitching in his throat, he responded breathily, roughly grabbing her and pulling
her into his strong grip.
"Oh, yes, my security can't be breached, you know."
She breathed in, taking in the sent of his body, a shiver running down her back.
He continued speaking, "So what do you suggest I do to you, hmm?" He tilted up her face,
"My little spy."
Midii ran her arms up around his neck, and as he lifted her off the ground and into his arms,
she leaned forward and whispered something into his ear.
Trowa made a noise deep in his throat and tossed them both onto the ground, their landing
padded by the soft carpet beneath them.
Twelve floors down, a braided man stood outside the main entrance, intently listening.
Suddenly he nodded his head curtly and, jumping onto a black motorcycle, sped off into the
night.
Kat: Yeah, here it is, you better appreciate the poor quality. *glares*
***
Trowa jumped, startled at the noise behind him.
A short of...tappnig noise. Like someone drumming their fingernails over a piece of sheet
metal.
Turning around slowly, he saw nothing. Just darkness behind him.
Groping around, he found the light switch and turning it on, gasped.
Standing before him was his girlfriend of three years, Midii Une.
"M-Midii?" He asked, looked her over.
This didn't take long, as she wasn't wearing much. In fact, she was wearing nothing at all.
"What are you--? How...did you get in here?"
This was his preventers office, as a high ranking official, his office was locked and twelve
stories up, with bullet proof windows and bolted doors.
Lady Une didn't want one of her most precious workers, an ex-gundam pilot, to be killed.
Midii smirked.
"Scaled the wall, got in through the janitor's door, gagged the security workers, stole up
twelve flights of stairs, picked the lock, and bribed Duo to do the rest."
Trowa was about to mentally curse Duo, then stopped.
What was so wrong with his girlfriend appearing in his office, anyway?
As he was following this train of thought, the blonde took a step towards him, reaching out to
him and running a finely manicured nail down his cheek.
"So," She purred, "Are you going to punish me for sneaking into your workplace in the
dead of night?"
His breath hitching in his throat, he responded breathily, roughly grabbing her and pulling
her into his strong grip.
"Oh, yes, my security can't be breached, you know."
She breathed in, taking in the sent of his body, a shiver running down her back.
He continued speaking, "So what do you suggest I do to you, hmm?" He tilted up her face,
"My little spy."
Midii ran her arms up around his neck, and as he lifted her off the ground and into his arms,
she leaned forward and whispered something into his ear.
Trowa made a noise deep in his throat and tossed them both onto the ground, their landing
padded by the soft carpet beneath them.
Twelve floors down, a braided man stood outside the main entrance, intently listening.
Suddenly he nodded his head curtly and, jumping onto a black motorcycle, sped off into the
night.