Title: Mission Accepted

Summary: Heero, Duo, Trowa, and Wufei have been captured while on a mission; Quatre has been ordered to retrieve them. What if a deep secret is revealed? What effect would it have on the Gundam pilots?

Pairings: 3x4

Warnings: Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Some Violence, Timeline will be altered from series.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or make any profit from this story.

Italics are thoughts, feelings, etc.

Chapter 5: Night

That night the two pilots had retired back to the Inn. They sat on the loveseat having polite conversation talking about everything, Trowa telling her about his lions and job in the circus, and Quatre telling Trowa about her life growing up and her sisters. The clock struck midnight when they finally noticed what time it was.

"Perhaps we should get some rest." Quatre suggested, "We have a long day tomorrow."

"You go ahead I'm going to shower first if that's alright?" Trowa asked nodding to the bathroom.

"Of course my friend." The blonde smiled standing up from her seat and walking to her suitcase, "Goodnight Trowa." Trowa nodded and entered the bathroom shutting the door behind him.

Quatre quickly opened her suitcase and pulled out a purple nighty that reached her thighs and a pair of purple thigh shorts. Brushing her hair quickly, she turned off the light and slipped into bed.

Minutes later, Trowa came out of the bathroom in shorts, his hair wet. Hearing him move away Quatre sat up and looked at him laying on the loveseat.

"Trowa come lay down," she patted the space beside her. "The bed is big enough for the two of us." He looked at her for moment before getting up and coming over to the bed. Carefully he laid beside her a close to the edge as he could. Quatre looked at him before shaking her head. "Relax Trowa. You're going to fall if you sleep like that." Trowa didn't answer; he stayed where he was looking at the ceiling. Having enough Quatre pulled Trowa's his arm closer from the edge, nearly falling off the edge herself if Trowa hadn't caught her making him land beneath her, both of their eyes wide with surprise.

The two shared a laugh together that died out slowly. Quatre's leg dropped to either side of him and she slowly sat up. Trowa's hands adjusted to her hips then to her legs as she straddled him. "I'm sorry Trowa. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything." The girl told him only for Trowa to openly laugh at her.

"You worry too much about what others think and how they feel." He laughed, "Someone so pure like you can only make risky decisions that can cause you to lose your own life. You lack what is required to survive is this cruel and brutal world. "

For someone reason she didn't retaliate, Quatre only gave him a little smile, almost a smirk – one of the few expressions she hid away from those around her.

Surprising Trowa and herself she reached down and pulled her shirt up and over her head before letting it drop beside them. Her bra came next, though she was slower with it. She was teasing him, punishing him for his words. She just didn't know where this courage was coming from only that she had to show him that he was wrong. That she wasn't afraid. She had always had feelings for Trowa and wanted him to see that she was a strong young woman.

Trowa groaned wanting to touch her, knowing he could ruin this if he was too fast with the innocent girl. He hadn't known that he would get this rise out of her. He knew should stop her but he had been dreaming about this for weeks, months if he counted before he found out about the blonde's true gender. He didn't know why but there was something that attracted him to his small comrade.

Quatre gave a gentle sweet laugh as she removed the nighty, releasing her breasts. Underneath her she felt Trowa's appreciation. Reaching down, Quatre tugged at the expanded waist of Trowa's shorts. Without losing eye contact Trowa removed them easily, he grunted and sat up. He gave Quatre a kiss while he rolled them over.

"Who taught you to be such a fucking tease," Trowa said, hunger in his voice.

"Surprised." Was her answer smirking at the man on top of her. Quatre laughed a little while Trowa remained silent. He was still crouched over her, watching her reach down, the girl pumped his cock a few times – now completely hard – as he looked his comrade up and down. With only one article of clothing left, she pulled Trowa's face down to meet hers in a long passionate kiss, before she let Trowa pull off her panties.

Trowa rose immediately and stopped her from winding her legs around his. Instead he held her hips and positioned himself directly under her. A nip to Quatre's thigh made her jump at first but the jolt was followed by a lavishing of kisses. Her knees nearly buckled at his tongue first lapped at the little bundle of nerves resting between her legs. He brought a finger up to stroke the already swelling flesh as his tongue expertly began to move her clit. Left, right, round and then a rapid tickle until Quatre was all but crying and her legs no longer able to hold her up.

The Heavyarms pilot backed away, keeping hold of her, and helping her lay down. It took some maneuvering to get them situated, but soon Trowa was lying between Quatre's legs. He didn't want to put his full weight on the young woman, she was already shaking and her breathing labored, so instead he supported his weight with hands placed on either side of her head. His own dripping sex was twitching with anticipation.

"You ready?" He asked his voice low and soft.

"I think so I've never done this before." She answered.

"I know. I'll go slow." He whispered.

He pulled her up as he jerked his hips down forcing a strangled laugh to rip from her throat as she lifted her hips to meet his. Trowa quirked a smirk as he lowered both of their hips back down to the mattress. He backed away slowly and flexed his hips back until he was aligned with Quatre's entrance. Her eyes were just as hungry as his were and both of them moaned as he began penetrating.

Quatre gasped and squealed as Trowa fully seated himself inside of her.

"You okay?" He asked, she didn't speak only nodded her head with her eyes closed catching her breath; the sting going away and getting used to having something so long and thick inside her.

As Trowa began to move, shallow thrusts at first before quickening his pace, Quatre's hand went to grab him by his shoulders. He sunk down so that their chests were just barely touching and each could explore the other's mouths. As he sped up his pace, Quatre's hands began to unconsciously trace patterns against his back. Paces changed. Voices climbed. Until finally both found their release in each other. Trowa immediately collapsed against her. They sat there catching their breath for quite awhile. Eventually, he slid to his left to rest at Quatre's side. A hand came up to idly play with her breasts.

"Fuck. Quatrina you're so god damn tight." He gasped.

Suddenly Quatre's eyes snapped open when she heard the water turn off. Turning her back to the door she pretended to be asleep. Embarrassed to have been daydreaming what she had. She heard the bathroom door open and close, the object of her mortification crossing the room to the loveseat. Too scared to move she laid like that for hours.

AN: So how was it? Review please.