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A Happy Anniversary	By : silvermist Category: Gundam Wing/AC > General Views: 2692 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A.N.
~ Again, huge thanks to my reviewers Ghost, Lady D, Jisatsu_silence,
NUNI, Phoenix,
and Hanako. Extra thanks to Pudding333- I�m
really flattered I�m on your recommended reading list ^-^;.
This fic could not continue without some feedback
about what you guys love. This chappie is made with a
little tweaking for Phoenix�
I agree. Quatre�s got a little more to give
underneath the polite gentleman. Thanks for the love! I�m thinking about
throwing in a bonus chappie (an epilogue of sorts) to
tie things together, but we�ll see how much time I can muster up. But I promise
to get to Trowa first. Haha. Thanks girls!

~silvermist

The Bathroom

You walk down the hall and hear
water running in the bathroom. As you push open the door, candles light the
white tile room warmly. The room is a little steamy and smells sweet, like that
body wash you liked so much in Bath
and Body Works. From behind the closet door emerges Quatre,
holding a white satin robe and a fuzzy towel. He blushes and hesitates.

�I was waiting for you.� Quatre trails off and looks away from you. He shifts his
weight around nervously and you giggle a little. Quatre
looks back up and shyly says, �I�ll leave the room so you can change into
this,� and hands you the robe. Quatre hangs the towel
by the Jacuzzi, now half filled with hot water and scented bubbles. After
feeling the water�s temperature and turning off the spout, he leaves the room.

You undress slowly, folding your
clothes as you remove them. You leave them on the counter next to the mirror.
The robe feels wonderful, smooth and delicate next to your bare skin.

As you sit down in
front of the mirror, Quatre knocks and calls your
name. You tell him you�re done dressing, and he comes back in. As you begin to
brush your hair, Quatre insists on brushing it for
you. He works carefully, not pulling too hard or rubbing your head
uncomfortably. You rest against him, content, warm, and comfortable and close
your eyes and smile. He kisses your cheek lightly and whispers, �I think the
water�s ready.� You smile at him. He�s so cute! And so shy! He takes your
clothes next to the mirror and leaves the room again.

You stand and take
the robe off. There�s a hook on the back of the door where you hang it before
sliding yourself into the hot water. The water smells wonderful. Probably bath salts or something. You lean back, close your
eyes, and let all your aches melt away into the steam and the bubbles tickle
your nose.

You hear someone
clearing his throat. Quatre smiles softly and hands
you a flute of champagne. You blush, or perhaps its
just the heat of the water, and take a small sip. �Pinot Noir,� you think. Very classy of the blonde. You close your eyes and savor the
warmth from the water and the fizzy champagne. How wonderful for Quatre to plan something so relaxing!

Quatre starts massaging your shoulders and neck. His hands
are covered in the sweet smelling soap that you like and lather you gently. Quatre, delicate as he always looked, did surprisingly have
strong hands that found the knots in your shoulders and the tiredness in your
neck easily. He rubs them away and rests his cheek against your hair. You sigh,
content.

You don�t know if
it�s the mood or the Pinot Noir, but Quatre becomes a
little bolder and starts inching down to your breasts. You open your eyes in
surprise, but relax because Quatre seems to know what
he�s doing. He caresses you gently with his fingertips before cupping you in
his hands and brushing his thumbs against your nipples. Your breathing quickens
a little and you rest your head back against his shoulder. Eventually,
the massaging turns into pinching and pulling at your nipples. You arch
your back, pushing your breast into his hands, and moan loudly. It echoes off
the walls of the bathroom and it just seems to make Quatre
want to squeeze you harder. Your breathing gets ragged and there�s more than
just the bath that�s making you wet. Quatre starts
sucking on your neck, licking your shoulders and nipping your collarbone. His
hands are expertly twisting your insides and making you gasp.

When his hands
leave your body, you�re shaking from need and moaning much louder than you
expected. The bath and his ministrations are making you very hot, wet, and a
bit lightheaded. Or perhaps that�s the champagne. You moan a protest, but cut it
off a little short when you notice Quatre undressing
quickly. He may be petite, but Quatre�s chiseled to
god-like physique- perfect pecs, sculpted abs, strong
frame- and the hugest cock you�ve ever seen in your life. Bigger than your last
boyfriend with the size 12 shoe. Bigger than your Aunt Grace�s Rottweiler. Bigger than that bull moose
you saw in Maine
last spring. You wonder how he has enough blood to operate such heavy machinery
and still move at the same time.

But as he walks
toward you with that cock like a flagpole, all your thoughts drain away. You
moan deeply, feeling extremely slippery between the thighs. You grab hold of
that monster, noting that your fingers can�t even grasp all the way around his
shaft. You rub his head against your cheek, licking the shaft up and down. Quatre�s a bit red in the face and groaning slightly as
your fingers trace along him. He sits on the edge of the tub and guides you in
for a kiss. His cock tickles your breasts and pushes against your belly. As you
slide back down him, he gathers your hair in his hands, pushing it out of your
face. As you lick his head, you already see drops of precum.
He tastes sweet and salty, hot and thick. You try to fit as much of him in your
mouth as you can, but barely half goes in. You content yourself with sucking
the head and playing with his balls. After a few minutes, Quatre,
panting and groaning, makes you stop. He pulls you up by the hair, gives you a
bruising kiss, and pants, �I want to cum in
you.�

Quatre switches positions with you and makes you sit on the
edge of the tub while he kneels in the bath. He forces your knees apart and
examines your pussy. Quatre exhales deeply and runs
his fingers over your cunt. You cry out because
you�re already so wet and sensitive; the slightest touch sends shocks through
your system. He slides one finger in you and pistons it around. You know it
doesn�t have much effect and Quatre slides in a
second. It�s not until the third that you start to feel tight and you push your
hips against his fingers. His fingers really are strong though. He finds all
your hot spots and the instant Quatre slides his
pinky into your hole you cum hard into his hands, bucking in his face and
screaming. You�re so tight now that with every wiggle of his fingers pushes you
toward insanity. You pump hard against his hand, at the brink of a second
orgasm in under five minutes. When Quatre drives home
the fifth finger and fists you, you have multiple orgasms, cumming
three times in seconds. By now, you�ve probably awakened the whole house, the
neighbors, and perhaps half of China.

Quatre pulls his hand out of your snatch slowly, not
wanting to hurt you. He guides you back into the bathwater. It�s not nearly as
hot now and most of the bubbles have died down. Quatre
lies in the bath and positions you over him. As you hover over him, you cum
drips onto his abs in sticky, stringy globs because you�re so wet at the sight
of him and the last vestiges of the best orgasm ever. He props his cock at the
entrance of your pussy and you start to sit. You moan, feeling the exquisite
stretch of your pussy, accommodating for his huge penis as it slides home. Just
sitting down is placing you at the gates of another royal orgasm, but Quatre makes you pause.

�Are you sure?� he
asks. You nod, needing to release another orgasm already blossoming in you.
He�s quite red in the face, evidently from holding back from the tight pressure
from your small cunt to his colossal dick. As you
lower yourself further, Quatre grits his teeth and
groans.

He pants heavily,
examining you over him. Quatre�s hands caress your
bottom gently while he pushes up against your hips. He fills you completely,
but you�re stretched to the max. Every vibration sends electricity up your
spine. You wait a few moments before you push yourself up, but when you do,
pulling out is just as wonderful as pushing in. Quatre
groans loudly and pushes hard against you. Without warning, he starts bucking
frantically, pulling in and out of you with inhuman speed. You scream, orgasming again and again,
bouncing so hard and so fast that the water is spilling out of the tub. Quatre groans and grits his teeth.

He pulls out of
you quickly, and sits up. Quatre pushes you onto your
hands and knees, and slides right back in from behind. You groan, feeling him
push deep into you. You can�t help but pant for air, its
so hot. Quatre refuses to go easy on you however, and
it�s a good thing you�re wet. The pace is as blistering as before. Quatre rams into you again and again- the whole thing feels
like one long extended orgasm. He runs his fingers over your nipples and over
your stomach, tickling your soft spots and rubbing his thumb against your clit.

But then, Quatre�s speed gets even faster, and he pistons in and out
of you. All those other orgasms- nothing compares to what this will be. This is
going to be like jumping into the Grand Canyon.
You�re wailing now, echoing off the tiled walls in heated passion and you can
tell this is it for Quatre. With a
final shove, he cums hard in you, shivering with release
and for you, a flash of bright light. When you come out of your stupor, Quatre has dried you off and dressed you once more in your
white robe. He lies next to you dozing on the bathroom rug, shiny with sweat.
You kiss him softly and he smiles in his sleep, dreaming perhaps of something
beautiful.
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