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Slice of Life	By : Starla_Q Category: Gundam Wing/AC > General Views: 1313 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2: Brush with Potential

A kiss was the prize she wanted for winning, this amused him. "What is your fascination with me?" he asked, leaning his chin on his hands, balancing them on his cue, "No matter if I push you away, you always come back. Why is that?" He was becoming 'chatty'.

Relena decided to keep it simple, "You saved my life on more than one occasion, I owe you so much." She leaned down and tried to play her turn after that touching sentiment, but she got interference.

"You're gonna miss," he taunted, "...not going to work," he leaned over her as she aimed at the ball, "...you tense?" he snickered lightly. "Nope...not...going...in..." He balanced against the side of the table, arched over her. He made her aim from within the empty spaces around his body.

Relena took her shot and they held their breath. The ivory ball slinked across the velvet table and missed the eight ball by a hair. "I suppose you get this win," she said with slight disappointment. The defiant eight ball would be sunk by Heero on his next turn. She wouldn't get her kiss after all.

Heero took a shot at the white ball. It aimlessly knocked off the sides of the playing area. "I'm not such a good shot. I guess that drink is getting the better of me, I guess," he laughed, "Said it twice," and trailed off. The cue ball stopped without hitting a thing.

She looked at her opponent curiously. Was he flirting, or did he really mess up the shot? "Fine," she stood next to him and aimed carefully, in silence this time. It hit the eight ball and the thing did a 'jig' by rattling off the sides of the corner pocket (instead of going in). "That's not fair," she called 'physics' on its nonsense.

With a slight of hand Heero knocked the dark ball in the pocket and shrugged, "I didn't see you miss," he said.

She looked up, her cue stick still in hand, "This means, I win?"

He watched her take a step forward. "Looks like it," he allowed the intrusion, a first for him.

"How come you aren't pushing me away now?" her face drew closer to its target, drunk or not, there was no backing out on this.

"I had a bet to uphold, I'll keep my word. You won fair n'square," finally closing the gap he got a hold of Relena's soft lips, a slight peck started them off. He followed this up by gently taking her bottom lip between his teeth. He could hear her mummer at his touch and it drove him crazy. 'Why am I doing this? ...I've been drinking, right...and still, I go on...why exactly am I doing this?' His thoughts kept running around in a circle, so he gave up on making sense of anything and continued.

Relena leaned on the pool table, causing her leg to lift off the floor slightly. Her thigh was scooped up and used to hoist her onto the edge of the velor playing surface. Their kiss did not break. She tried to get her mind to slow down, momentarily taking the time to say, "This feels so good," and went right back to kissing; her attempt to stop the roller coaster was ineffective. Initially she only wanted to get him talking, this was unexpected yet so welcomed. She could feel his hands find their way to the back hem of her shirt and disappear beneath.

"No bra, huh? Are you always this naughty?" he said and encircled one hand to the front, the other supporting him off the table. A gentle pressure came over her breasts and they succumbed to his touch. He backed up to get a good look at her face. "Huh?"

"Don't say it like that!" She blushed, "This shirt is baggy and it's warm. I...went without," she said and lost her partner in kissing. He hadn't gone far, he had leaned down to lay kisses along the exposed part of her chest.

"It gives me the impression you were planning on getting me alone. I bet you didn't think I'd be drunk. Then again, you did ge'mmy that drink," he rambled and picked up where he left off. His kisses and a hooked index finger began to take the front of her shirt down a few inches, his mouth hungry for more of her softness.

Relena felt a pang of guilt then. He wouldn't have done any of this if not for the spike Duo put in the drink she gave him. She picked his chin up to meet her face once again, sealing it with a kiss. She knew this behaviour wasn't genuine, it was wrong. "Heero, we should get you home before you can't walk." She swallowed hard, "You should have known better than to down your drink." She acted like she was scolding him. "I did enjoy my prize, thank you." Relena tugged her tube top back up all the way, fixing it's lacy ruffles.

He nodded, "True...will I remember this?" he asked, his eyes beginning to feel heavier. Heero rested his forehead on her shoulder.

"Probably not," she said with regret.

"Sorry," he said and began to remove himself from her personal space, giving her a peck first.

This action dumbfounded her. When she saw her friends with the boys from school, they weren't so easy to made listen in an altered state. But he did, right away no less. Heero was really great like that, so much more mature for someone his age, Relena wished their time wasn't over. "Can we do this again? Maybe next weekend," she asked, hoping to spend some time with a sober Heero. "I mean spend time with you, not necessairly...like this."

"Honestly...I'll say I'll go...but then I won't." He had better things to do than brown nose with more snooty guests, he assumed that's what she would be taking him to anyway.

"If I promised to buy you drinks, would you?" she joked, pretending to bribe him.

He scoffed, "Maybe." He turned and headed for the door, a noteworthy swagger in his step.

Giving up on the fake chore to get more ice, they returned to the main hall where Duo was found. Quatre sat with him at a table, a couple empty glasses littered the surface. "Hey, hey! Welcome back!" Duo was acting pretty friendly.

Heero kept it together as he observed his inebriated co-workers, they acted so differently; except for Duo, his personality was only amplified. Quatre was calm and sleepy, Trowa was the center of conversation, while Wufei was hitting up a black jack table and placing bets.

Relena made some of the same observations on the gundam pilots, except she got to point her judgment toward Heero as well. Much like the others, his personality flipped. His once stoic demeanor cracked and gave way to more basic urges; it was as though the alcohol removed his filter, the one he worked so hard at maintaining one-hundred percent of the time. She then pondered how it would effect her, possibly turn her violent, so she decided against drinking any more that night. She wanted to make sure he got home safely.

"Relena," Duo said and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "My wing man looks like he's bailing on me, you can help me out, right?" He got closer, smelling faintly of whiskey and wine, "You owe me."

"I don't think so," she said, disturbed that he was implying they hook up.

He took a step back, "Not like that, geez. I wanted to know if you wanted to be my wing man. Well, wing woman."

Eyebrow cocked, "I'll try my best," she said in a drained voice, one that sounded like she understood she owed him.

"You know, you don't have to make it sound like it's going to be hard," he puffed his cheeks and spoke, as he now felt kind of insulted.

Relena examined Heero who was staring off into space, or at the band that was playing, "I have to take him home, let's be quick about this," she said and began taking Duo around the room looking for the girl he had his eye on before.

A few minutes of hunting helped them find her by a large running fountain. It was going well until her date came up and planted a kiss on her cheek, "Are we talking turkey, or talking politics," the second girl said.

"Isn't it all the same?" the first one responded, everyone laughed.

Relena sighed as she saw the defeat in Duo's face. She had forgotten these two were actually hooking up and not just friends anymore. Quickly diverting the conversation subject to another point of interest, she and Duo managed to make a graceful 'out' for themselves.

"This is what I get for making my search so narrow. I mean, a rack isn't everything, right?" he said to Relena who gave him an annoyed look, "Not that...you'd know...sorry. Next?"

She sighed, "Fine, you have two more strikes."

He laughed, "Three strikes, like baseball? Great! I used to play it as a kid. This'll be a breeze," he said and began scanning the room for another potential partner, carelessly pivoting from heel to heel.

"Make it quick, he's slipping," Relena pointed out that Heero's head was beginning to wobble. It even attracted the attention of Quatre sitting nearby. She could see Heero shake his head and mouth something incoherent; the expression on Quatre's face looked as though he heard something confusing.

"How about..." he rotated as he pondered, dazed from the drinks he had in Relena's absence. The party had been going on for hours and still no potential dates turned up because Duo had been too busy making his rounds. It worked out in his favour though, one of the accountants ended up writing him a cheque, remembering him in a refund she caught in an audit. He had been in a good mood binge ever since. "In this direction," he announced when finally deciding on a direction.

Relena looked in the designated direction to see, "Married, married, engaged, married and a man," she said knowingly.

Duo blushed, "A man?" He looked closer to see that the prettiest one there was actually not even female, "I meant this way." He pointed over the back of his own head.

Relena looked behind him, "That's Heero and Quatre," she said.

Again, face red, he picked another direction, "There," he said, pointing blindly.

She ignored the suggestion and finally saw someone she could pawn Duo off on for a time, the bartender. She was new, young, pretty and a good talker(boobs). Relena had been admiring her work ethic from the dance floor and noticed her ability to multitask. It was perfect, "How about Missy? She's been bar-tending for a week now and she's really nice. I bet you could get a dance with her when she's off," she said and checked her watch, it was nearly nine, "She's done in an hour." With that under his belt, he was off to swoon the new lady at the counter. "Good," now that Duo was paid up, she went back to her focus of the evening, Heero.

Instead of getting him to walk to the back of the building, Relena took her car around front to retrieve the downed pilot. They had taken nearly an hour to get Duo situated with a suitable 'potential' and she needed to get Heero out of there before it became obvious something was up. Quatre was nice enough to help them to the car.

"I don't need help," he muttered, having already been led down the stairs by two people and propped in the front seat of a car.

"Do you think I could get a ride home later on?" Quatre asked as he shut the door for Heero.

"When," she said from the other side of the car.

He raised a hand, "No rush. I kind of want to make sure Duo's alright; I have no clue how he got all those tickets," for buying drinks. He had seen the bartender, Missy, mix and hand him a large cocktail before they took Heero out. Quatre instantly imagined the worst. He himself wasn't one for drinking, so much that he only had one glass of wine the whole night. It was the same one he toasted with at the dinner served earlier that evening. It was a simple reason he hadn't, he couldn't get past the taste of it. He tried a mouthful of beer after watching his friend Trowa throw back several; the rest of Quatre's ended up watering a plant. He needed to go back in, because the way he saw it: If he didn't stop Duo, no one would.

She hid her guilty expression, for she was the giver of the tickets, "Sounds good, see you when I get back," she said and left with the dead weight in her front seat. She couldn't help but snicker at Heero succumbing to inertia as the car turned, he would wobble ever so slightly depending on which way they went; it was best when braking, quickly. On their way back to the dorm he nearly fell asleep, she had to generate small talk(pump the air break) just to keep him around.

When they got to his dorm room door, he made an attempt to use his keys. "Damn...keys," he fumbled with them as if he were wearing oven mitts. "Here, I can't see them...s'too dark..." Classic line. His shoulder rested against the door, giving him support as he awaited the keys to fall into more capable hands. Relena undid the lock, leading to more chaos. Heero unintentionally, and forcefully, opened the door with his weight and nearly fell face first into the room. He caught himself in the nic of time.

Relena was relieved, she wasn't looking to explain any rug burn on his face. She felt for the switch on the wall and flicked it on. "You can see now."

Heero squinted, "Not really," for everything was rotating, he had the 'spins'.

"Lay down, you'll be better in the morning," she said as she guided him to his bed. They sat down together, his arm over her shoulder.

His mouth gravitated to her neck and he held on with gentle suction. It was enough to stop her in her tracks, and hard enough that it left the remnants of marking on her skin. "Stay?" he asked quietly.
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