O.O I've been gone loooooong time, haven't I? Well, if you care, sorries,
if you don't, eh. ^^ I'm not gonna make this long, so let me get it over
with. First, poll: Lemon or No lemon? Please tell me. Second, I realize
that my plan for revamps has been delayed.. I promise to try and remedy
that. That's about it for now. If I think of anything else, I'll be sure to
post it later.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters depicted herein, excepting the ones that I create. All characters are fictitious, any resemblance to any real person, living or dead, is incidental. No profit is being made by this.
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As the pilots, all six of them, disembarked the jet that had taken them to Earth, they were surprised when Usagi led them to a red Ferrari parked in the front lot instead of catching a couple cabs. Usagi just gave them all a secretive smile, her over-large sunglasses hiding her eyes. "I lived here for three years." As if that explained it all. They climbed in, and she drove. Big. Mistake. Quatre looked a bit green within five minutes, and only Hiiro and Trowa seemed totally unaffected. Duo whined about his hair and it being windblown, and Wufei gripped his seat very tightly and looked rather ashen. They suddenly were glad of their seat belts when they came to a screeching halt outside a very large, very high-class, expensive-looking hotel.
"Jesus Christ!" Duo exploded once they got out of the car, pointedly, in very much of a hurry. "Do you always drive like that?"
"Pretty much, yeah." Usagi grinned, lifting her sunglasses to rest on top of her head. Duo just looked amazed. "Are you guys coming?" She called back, already halfway to the door. They followed her, slightly dazed.
"Um, Miss Usagi?" Quatre tentatively asked.
"Just Usagi, Quatre."
"Right. Usagi?"
"Yes?"
"Are you sure that you can afford this place?"
"Don't have to. I know the owner."
"Oh." She strode into the hotel lobby confidently, and quickly scanned the room. Another grin cracked her face immediately. "Looks like we're in luck. We won't have to ask after him, anyway." She fixed her sight on a tall, handsome blond man, took a deep breath, and bellowed. "Jadeite!" The man instantly turned and smiled. He crossed the room quickly, and scooped Usagi up and spun. Usagi laughed brightly, and wrapped her legs around his waist, ignoring Hiiro stiffening and glaring.
"What are you doing here, little one?" He set her down, and proceeded to tower over her petite frame. "You look different."
"No kidding. Like the hair? Stop towering, you bastard."
"Well, it'll take some getting used to, but it's a lot less. dangerous. Really, such language, Usagi! I can't help it that you're short." Jadeite grinned, remembering being pigtail-whipped on numerous occasions. Usagi pouted and laughed. "But still. Why are you here?"
Usagi immediately fixed her puppy-dog eyes on him. "We're in town over night, and I was just wondering."
"If I could set you up."
"Yeah." Jadeite gave a mock-exasperated sigh.
"Of course, darling girl. But." He eyed the other pilots "You're getting a separate room."
"Naturally." Usagi disguised her mirth, and pecked Jadeite on the cheek. By this time, Hiiro was just shy of whipping out his gun and shooting the man on the spot, a fact that did not go unnoticed by the other pilots. They continued across the lobby, and Jadeite gave Usagi two keys, one for the guys and one for her. "So protective, Jadeite." He'd even gone so far as to put them on different floors.
"Don't whine, Usagi. You got the better deal." Jadeite admonished, smiling. She looked at her key and nearly choked on her tongue.
"The *penthouse*?!?!"
"Just 'cause it's not taken, and you deserve the best." Usagi was speechless.
"One of these days, I'll teach you not to say things like that. It's a baaaad idea. I might just decide to take advantage of you." And she hugged him one more time and took off to the elevator to check out her room, dragging the boys behind her.
She definitely had Jadeite wrapped around her slender little fingers. The room was *huge*, with Jacuzzi tub, full room service, full entertainment, and the roof, complete with hot tub. After a quick perusing, Usagi pushed the guys out, asking their room number (2947), and claiming exhaustion. At the last minute, she opened the door and dragged Hiiro back in by his collar. "I need a word with ole' Hiiro, here."
She slammed the door again, and glared at her old friend. "What the hell was that?"
"What?"
"That lovely little display downstairs. I could just choke you for that, Hiiro!"
"Fuck! You were all over that guy! I can be a bit pissed!"
"No, you can't! There are two things you need to remember here, Hiiro. First, Jadeite is a very dear friend of mine. I was not 'all over him.' And second, as I remember, you and I are not involved in anything that would give you any right to get all testosterone-driven and possessive! Or haven you forgotten about that wonderful little--"
His lips were rough against hers, and as the kiss deepened, she relaxed into him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and twisted her fingers into his chocolate hair. He tasted like white chocolate and coffee. He backed her against the door, and lifted her, hands around her small waist, to help even out the height difference. Pressing into her, he nipped her lower lip and she groaned deep in her throat. Eventually though, as all good things come to an end, they had to breathe. Gasping, Hiiro rested his forehead against hers. He opened his eyes to find possibly the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Usagi, hair mussed, cheeks flushed, biting her bruised-red lips, her almost transparent eyelashes glittering on her pale skin.
Her chest heaved against his, and white-hot desire lanced through him. She looked at him. "Well, *that* was unexpected." She smiled and shifted against him.
"Don't do that." He was sharper than he intended. She looked confused. He raised his eyes to hers, and it dawned on her. Raw desire was written plainly in his usually so guarded eyes.
".oh." Then, smiling mischievously, she shifted again. Hiiro drew a ragged breath, and his hands tightened on her waist.
"Usagi."
"Come on, Hiiro, what are you afraid of?" She whispered, searching his face, drawing his eyes to her bee-stung lips. And she did it again. And Hiiro's hard-won control broke.
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Lemon or no lemon? You tell me!!! ^^
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters depicted herein, excepting the ones that I create. All characters are fictitious, any resemblance to any real person, living or dead, is incidental. No profit is being made by this.
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As the pilots, all six of them, disembarked the jet that had taken them to Earth, they were surprised when Usagi led them to a red Ferrari parked in the front lot instead of catching a couple cabs. Usagi just gave them all a secretive smile, her over-large sunglasses hiding her eyes. "I lived here for three years." As if that explained it all. They climbed in, and she drove. Big. Mistake. Quatre looked a bit green within five minutes, and only Hiiro and Trowa seemed totally unaffected. Duo whined about his hair and it being windblown, and Wufei gripped his seat very tightly and looked rather ashen. They suddenly were glad of their seat belts when they came to a screeching halt outside a very large, very high-class, expensive-looking hotel.
"Jesus Christ!" Duo exploded once they got out of the car, pointedly, in very much of a hurry. "Do you always drive like that?"
"Pretty much, yeah." Usagi grinned, lifting her sunglasses to rest on top of her head. Duo just looked amazed. "Are you guys coming?" She called back, already halfway to the door. They followed her, slightly dazed.
"Um, Miss Usagi?" Quatre tentatively asked.
"Just Usagi, Quatre."
"Right. Usagi?"
"Yes?"
"Are you sure that you can afford this place?"
"Don't have to. I know the owner."
"Oh." She strode into the hotel lobby confidently, and quickly scanned the room. Another grin cracked her face immediately. "Looks like we're in luck. We won't have to ask after him, anyway." She fixed her sight on a tall, handsome blond man, took a deep breath, and bellowed. "Jadeite!" The man instantly turned and smiled. He crossed the room quickly, and scooped Usagi up and spun. Usagi laughed brightly, and wrapped her legs around his waist, ignoring Hiiro stiffening and glaring.
"What are you doing here, little one?" He set her down, and proceeded to tower over her petite frame. "You look different."
"No kidding. Like the hair? Stop towering, you bastard."
"Well, it'll take some getting used to, but it's a lot less. dangerous. Really, such language, Usagi! I can't help it that you're short." Jadeite grinned, remembering being pigtail-whipped on numerous occasions. Usagi pouted and laughed. "But still. Why are you here?"
Usagi immediately fixed her puppy-dog eyes on him. "We're in town over night, and I was just wondering."
"If I could set you up."
"Yeah." Jadeite gave a mock-exasperated sigh.
"Of course, darling girl. But." He eyed the other pilots "You're getting a separate room."
"Naturally." Usagi disguised her mirth, and pecked Jadeite on the cheek. By this time, Hiiro was just shy of whipping out his gun and shooting the man on the spot, a fact that did not go unnoticed by the other pilots. They continued across the lobby, and Jadeite gave Usagi two keys, one for the guys and one for her. "So protective, Jadeite." He'd even gone so far as to put them on different floors.
"Don't whine, Usagi. You got the better deal." Jadeite admonished, smiling. She looked at her key and nearly choked on her tongue.
"The *penthouse*?!?!"
"Just 'cause it's not taken, and you deserve the best." Usagi was speechless.
"One of these days, I'll teach you not to say things like that. It's a baaaad idea. I might just decide to take advantage of you." And she hugged him one more time and took off to the elevator to check out her room, dragging the boys behind her.
She definitely had Jadeite wrapped around her slender little fingers. The room was *huge*, with Jacuzzi tub, full room service, full entertainment, and the roof, complete with hot tub. After a quick perusing, Usagi pushed the guys out, asking their room number (2947), and claiming exhaustion. At the last minute, she opened the door and dragged Hiiro back in by his collar. "I need a word with ole' Hiiro, here."
She slammed the door again, and glared at her old friend. "What the hell was that?"
"What?"
"That lovely little display downstairs. I could just choke you for that, Hiiro!"
"Fuck! You were all over that guy! I can be a bit pissed!"
"No, you can't! There are two things you need to remember here, Hiiro. First, Jadeite is a very dear friend of mine. I was not 'all over him.' And second, as I remember, you and I are not involved in anything that would give you any right to get all testosterone-driven and possessive! Or haven you forgotten about that wonderful little--"
His lips were rough against hers, and as the kiss deepened, she relaxed into him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and twisted her fingers into his chocolate hair. He tasted like white chocolate and coffee. He backed her against the door, and lifted her, hands around her small waist, to help even out the height difference. Pressing into her, he nipped her lower lip and she groaned deep in her throat. Eventually though, as all good things come to an end, they had to breathe. Gasping, Hiiro rested his forehead against hers. He opened his eyes to find possibly the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Usagi, hair mussed, cheeks flushed, biting her bruised-red lips, her almost transparent eyelashes glittering on her pale skin.
Her chest heaved against his, and white-hot desire lanced through him. She looked at him. "Well, *that* was unexpected." She smiled and shifted against him.
"Don't do that." He was sharper than he intended. She looked confused. He raised his eyes to hers, and it dawned on her. Raw desire was written plainly in his usually so guarded eyes.
".oh." Then, smiling mischievously, she shifted again. Hiiro drew a ragged breath, and his hands tightened on her waist.
"Usagi."
"Come on, Hiiro, what are you afraid of?" She whispered, searching his face, drawing his eyes to her bee-stung lips. And she did it again. And Hiiro's hard-won control broke.
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Lemon or no lemon? You tell me!!! ^^
