Last Caress
Disclaimer: Eheheh, whoops! Forgot this in the first chapter. The characters in this story do not belong to me. Paul Newman is an actual actor (He'll be in the next chapter). He doesn't belong to me either. This thing better count for the whole series, cuz I know I'll forget to put it in other chapters.
A/N: Yep, much happier with this title. It reminds me of my favorite song. *nods* Onto all of my reviews (a grand total of 3, as 2 were from one person)!
Shuffle Queen: I swear, you have got to be my best reviewer! Great suggestions (even if they were spur of the moment), but I decided on something that had absolutely nothing to do with the story. Thanks for your 2 awesome reviews! HAHA!!! Your funny! Updates soon? Psh! Actually, I'm doing pretty well. By the time this chapter's up, I'll have Ch 3 done, and Ch 4 started!
Alimoe =OD: Well, guess what? I LOVE CALIFORNIA TOO!! After all, I do live there…I mean here. I wish I lived in San Diego (damned desert). Thanks for the compliments! *blush*
Liem: Thank ya for the review. I agree that this title is MUCH better than the first.
Chapter 2
Chibodee's POV:
Noticing Allenby's evil smile, I can't help but be nervous. I have a feeling she's gonna make me pay for accidentally pushing her off the pier. I still have no idea how that happened. I don't think she does either.
Oh, well. Like it matters. I know I'm not gonna enjoy taking care of this demented girl.
And then I begin imagining all the ruthless thing she'll have me do. I can see myself wearing a maid's uniform, holding a nail file in one hand, chasing a crazy black cat around an apartment. Next, I'm massaging Allenby's feet while she's relaxing in a recliner. Well, actually, that doesn't sound so bad. It might be nice to be able to touch Allenby's small feet…
I blush as I think this. I hope to God she doesn't notice.
Luckily, she fell asleep (when did this happen?), and her head is snuggled against my chest.
Great. Another reason to blush.
I feel a stirring in my arms. She's awakening. As she opens her eyes, her body stretches within my coat. She looks around to see what street we're on, and says, "Turn here. I live on the next block."
I'm grateful our little rendezvous is coming to an end. Then again, I'm also feeling a pang of regret. I'm going to miss feeling Allenby in my arms, giving me warmth since I have no jacket.
Jeez. I must be really desperate if I want the first girl I meet off the street.
But does it really count? I knew who Allenby was since the last Gundam Fight. Maybe I've just secretly wanted her from the start. After all, she is pretty, smart, and strong.
I think I'll stick with the first one. I'm pretty sure I haven't wanted Allenby for four damned years.
Before I know it, we're already inside her apartment building. I guess I was so deep in thought I didn't notice how I ended up in here.
I set her down on the couch. She's still pretty cold, I can tell even though she's not shivering.
"Where are your extra blankets?" I ask.
"In the hallway closet," she says. I walk through the shabby hallway and bring back four or five extra blankets.
Allenby smiles at me as I pile the blankets on top of her. And I, being the dope that I am, smile back. I am lost in her eyes as this moment seems to freeze in time. I can see all the suffering she has gone through over these past few years, in those two azure pools of swirling emotions.
I turn around, hoping that she won't notice that goddamned blush that keeps creeping up to my face.
"I'll go start a hot bath for you," I blurt out, saying the first excuse that came to mind.
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Allenby's POV:
I wonder why Chibodee is trying to run away. Is he embarrassed? Why should he be? Did I do something wrong?
Oh, well. At least I'm getting a hot bath out of this.
That's gonna help a lot. I can't wait to wash off all this salt from my skin.
"Ready?" Chibodee pokes his head out from the hallway to ask me.
I nod, and he comes to pick me up. He lifts me up gently, and takes me to the bathroom.
"You need help?" he asks innocently.
I am shocked at this question. Or at least, I would be, if I didn't see that glint in his eye.
I punch him, hard in the arm.
I'm nearly dropped after this. I didn't know I could hurt him…that much. ^_^
"No, thank you, Crockett. I cant handle myself," I begin. But just as he's about to shut the door behind him, I wonder if he really meant what he said.
"Actually, Chibodee," I try to keep an innocent face. "I'm so wrapped up, I can hardly move. Would you mind taking these blankets off?"
He blushes for what has to be the 10th time tonight. He tries to cover it up, though.
"Alright," he answers. I can tell this isn't torture to him, though he tries to make it seem that way.
He slowly approaches, and gently unwraps the blankets from my body. He's about to leave once again, but I have plans for him…
"Oh, Chibodee…"
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Chibodee's POV:
So this is the torture that this demented succubus will put me through. No sweet paradise while dressed in a maid's uniform. Oh, no. This little girl wants much more than that. I know this game she wants to play.
Unfortunately, I always lose this game, no matter how many times I play it. Experience is not enough for a man to win a competition like this.
"Chibodee…"
I'm a goner before she even gets started.
I turn around reluctantly.
"Even though it's entirely your fault that this happened, I want to thank you for your help."
She smiles and hugs me around my shoulders. I shyly wrap my arms around her tiny waist. Suddenly, she goes on tip-toe, her cheek against mine, and whispers seductively in my ear, "Wait for me, 'k?"
I nod. I can never say no to a beautiful woman.
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