Drinks & Dancing | By : Vermaxen Category: Gundam Wing/AC > General Views: 2755 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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So I read a stripping fic on
ff.net a long time ago, and I decided I like the idea and wanted to write one
for myself. Hopefully it is different in
style and tone from Ante Up (I think that whe the title), but that’s where I
was inspired. Wow, I read it so long ago, maybe I should go back to it. . .
Disclaimer: Me no own Gundam Wing. Me poor.
Relena felt her eyes bug. The panic attack was just starting and she
was doing her best to stifle it. As Duo
vaulted the couch and Wufei tried to wake up Quatre, Trowa stowed the majority
of Relena’s clothes under the couch. She didn’t know what to do. This was worse than anything she could have
imagined. For one thing she was practically
naked.
Practically. But not quite.
The only modesty she could claim was her lacy white bra and
panty set, and her arms which were attempting to cover the same things that the
clothes were. Funny
how that worked. You’d think she
would try to cover what the clothes she had on didn’t cover. Regardless, it was pretty damn obvious that
she was naked with four Gundam pilots, many of whose significant others were pounding on the door.
Hilde, as good a friend as she
was, would not understand this. Relena wondered if even she understood it.
Rather than sitting down heavily in the chair next to her,
she made a decision and ran for the bathroom.
Slamming the door, she could have sworn the shower swore, but it was
more likely Wufei since Quatre
was proving hard to wake up. She had
told them it was a bad idea.
*
*
“C’mon princess, we’re all going out. It’s not like we’re all still 15. Let’s relax like adults and get a much
deserved drink!” Duo swung an arm over
her shoulder and despite her better judgment, Relena found that she did in fact want to have some
fun. The conference had not gone as she
had anticipated, and now that it was over she could still feel the stress bunch
in her belly like an ulcer ready to strike.
Of course she had to protest for appearance sake. “I don’t know Duo,
it’s been a long day. . .”
“All the more reason! Everyone’s going.” Duo>Duo lowered his voice a little as he led her
towards the door, arm still weighting down her body just a little. “Even Heero.”
“That’s a dirty trick Duo.”
“I know.” He looked
really pleased as she sighed and nodded her assent to the little excursion.
Once at the small bar, Duo immediately recognized and found
the group of pilots all in various states of sociability. Quatre waved back, Trowa nodded a greeting; Wufei
and Heero ignored them though Relena
thought she saw Heero glance over quickly.
At first she was nervous, and a
little shocked as well because these ex-pilots could drink like no other people
she’d met, including diplomats. But then
she supposed there would be a lot they would want to forget. Best to just try to cheer
everyone up. Conversation was
stilted, but it at least happened.
After a beer, two shots of bacardi,
half a bottle of wine, and sips of various other drinks, Relena
was VERY happy and VERY obliging to answer any and all questions the Gundam pilots had for her. Wufei,
as the designated driver, mentioned something about injustice, but kept to
himself and didn't stop the plying of everyone's favorite princess with all
sorts of alcohol and his own questions.
Heero, who had had a few, but was
mostly in control of himself, was keenly paying attention while pretending not
to. Duo, who noted this keen disinterest with an eye to have some fun and drag
everyone else along with him, asked Relena what the
wildest thing she had ever done was.
Relena thought for a long while.
"I. . . I don't think I've EVER done anything wildish.
Is wildish a word?" Her unfocused question led to a petulant look and a
giggle. "My clothes are so warm. Why do I have to wear wool in summer? It's summer right?"
"What have you always wanted to do then princess?"
Duo asked. Heero had been edging closer. Even Trowa seemed to have his eye on her as she thought, tapping
one finger to her lip and missing it occasionally.
"I think I want to take off my clothes." Trowa's eye crossed and Quatre
spit out his drink with a spray. Duo looked pleased beyond belief.
"A strip tease then?"
"Sure." Relena looked
much more drunkenly determined. "That's exactly what I'll do. After we
leave here then I'll do a strip tease for all of you! I love you guys. I mean,
I REALLY love, er, one of you, but I love you
guys." That's about when Heero appeared next to
her with a large glass of water.
"Promise me you'll do it princess, please?" Duo
asked; a gun cocked behind his head.
"You don't have to promise anything Relena."
Heero said in a low tone.
"I want to do something wild before I get old! Don't be
such a sourpuss. I promise you, cross my heart, that I will strip for you boys
at some point." There she had said it. Now why couldn't she focus in on
the clock across from her? After asking about the problem, Trowa
lifted her head from facing down at the floor and things looked a little more
familiar.
Hours later, she stood in Trowa’s
apartment clutching at her clothes and looking so nervous and nauseated that
you’d think she had a hangover. Well,
she did have a little ache in her head, but largely she was fine in the direct
physical sense. Now, after much water
and even more regrets, she had to come through on her promise.
“N-now how do I do this?”
She wanted to shake herself for the stumble in her voice. Duo gave her a compassionate glance.
“Listen, you don’t have to-”
“I said I would and I come through on my promises, Mr.
Maxwell!” Her outburst gave her a false
boost of confidence. She felt her dry
thick tongue in her mouth that tasted sour from the alcohol earlier. “Maybe, er, some
music would help?”
Trowa got up from his spot in
between Duo and Quatre on the couch and wandered over
to his stereo. Meanwhile, Wufei got a chair from somewhere and took a seat to the
side of the couch. Heero
had, for some reason, disappeared during the exodus from the bar. So far as the rest
of them were concerned, it was his loss, but then who knows what he might do if
he was watching them watching Relena.
Music, fast and fit for dancing to started up. It didn’t seem right. Relena caught his
eye and shook her head. His living room
was no runway, and she wanted to be a little classier than that music
implied. Trowa
turned back and looked for something else.
“I think I maybe should be going, I mean, Dorothy might be.
. .” Quatre
stood up and looked uncertain.
“They all expect us home tomorrow afternoon and you know
it.” Duo laughed at the sensitive young
man as he blushed.
“Be a man, Winner.” Wufei leveled a glare at the blond man until he sat down
again.
The music started up again, slow and languorous. Why did Trowa own
this sort of music? It was the sort of
thing you’d, well, have sex to. Trowa smiled in a knowing manner at the question in Relena’s eyes. There
were many things she didn’t know about him, just like she didn’t know about Heero. She cursed in
her mind. Why didn’t Heero
want to be here? Was he trying to be
respectful, or did he just not like her like that?
Four pairs of eyes caught her own
and she was launched out of her head into the present with a psychic jolt. For a moment she held still, trying to find
equilibrium. Maybe if she just thought
of this like she thought about making speeches.
Politics was like acting and for this she just needed to play a
part. Tonight she would play the part of
the sultry exotic dancer. With a gulp,
she jumped in head first to the concept.
A flicker of her eyelids was all they saw for a few tense
seconds, and then Relena began to sway. Eyes closed at first, she dipped and
unbuttoned her suit jacket. First
opening one side and then the other in turn eventually she turned around and
dropped it onto the floor immediately following it with a little glance round
her shoulder while she unbuttoned and undid the clasps on her pants.
She had fallen into the role so quickly, the boys still had
whiplash. Wufei
seemed to have become stunned and Quatre was trying
to turn his cheeks into tomatoes. A rush
of confidence hit her. She could pull
this off!
Turning back around she moved like a snake back and forth
before them, sliding down her pants and stepping out of them with only a little
bit of difficulty as her shoes were still on.
She kicked the pants forward to join the jacket and give her more space
with which to work.
Sticking one finger in her mouth and still swaying while
bending her legs a little for maximum range on the flicks of her hips, she
thought she heard Duo actually whimper. Trowa, she saw, swallowed hard and crossed his legs. Quatre’s tomatoes
were going to go rotten if they got any redder.
Wufei still looked stunned.
The finger came out of her mouth and traced down to start
undoing buttons on the shirt, from the bottom up. Stopping with the top button to go, she
kicked off her shoes instead. Someone
growled a protest, but she just gave a sneering smile and licked her lips,
turning once again so they were staring at her back and legs. Glad for once for her personal trainer
insisting on flexibility exercises, she rolled down one white knee high
stocking and then the other without bending her legs.
Tossing her hair up and back in a messy golden cascade she
turned around and got a fun idea.
Walking over to Wufei, who seemed to have
reached statue-like status she poked him in the chest with one foot until he
toppled over onto the floor. Sitting
down a moment she lifted one leg straight into the air and removed the first
stocking before performing a similar move to its twin. Picking up the chair, she walked back over to
her stage as Wufei picked himself
up and perched on the armrest of the couch.
Almost ripping off the last button in the violence of her movement, Relena tossed the shirt aside.
Here Relena hesitated. Stripping down to her underwear was one thing, it was like wearing a bikini after all, but being
naked was far different. Uncertainty
clouded the heady feeling of adrenaline that before had possessed her like a
demon. Stall for time, the last sensible
brain cell screamed, STALL!
Well, there was a chair.
She prayed that something better would occur to her and straddled it.
Duo seemed to start choking on nothing. Trowa crossed his
legs the other way and patted Duo on the back without actually taking his eyes
from Relena. Quatre was apparently turning rather more beet colored and
she wondered if he was breathing. Wufei’s mouth had dropped open and he didn’t seem to
notice. All of their eyernedrned with
some peculiar light that made her feel as if she were already naked. Keeping this up was getting more difficult
without breaking character.
She did anything she could think of that didn’t involve
removing the last of her clothes. She
tossed her head about and ran her hands over her body in a way she hoped was
sensual. If she didn’t know better she
could have sworn Trowa was panting? Standing up, putting one leg on the chair,
she rocked back and forth while her mind frantically sought what to do
next. Maybe it was time to stop this
little display.
Pounding on the door startled all of them. Duo leapt up, glanced down, sat almost as
quickly, and swore. Relena,
who had certainly not missed the cause of his alarm, reddened delicately all
over her body.
“I heard that Duo Maxwell and you had better open this door
before I break it down!” That was Hilde. Oh god no.
“Better move quickly, or things are liable to get. . . unpleasant.”
Dorothy. Quatre
fell over in what Relena could only think of as a
swoon.
“And don’t think we won’t beat you within an inch of your
life, because there is no way I’d let you die just to get out of it!” Now that was most definitely Sally. For once, Wufei
found it impossible to stay impassive.
As the only one in the clear, Trowa
smirked. “Better think fast men.” He said softly, legs still crossed.
“Little brother, you had better be on the brink of death for
me to get a call in the middle of the damn night when I have a show
tomorrow!” Trowa’s
smirk faded at Catherine’s voice in the hallway. There was more pounding on the door.
“This had Yuy written all over it,
and when I find out what he said then I’m going to murder the bastard.” Wufei growled as he
slapped Quatre’s face in an attempt to wake him
up. Relena
wondered if he was mad about the women showing up or Relena’s
performance ending so prematurely.
Once the tent he was making of his fingers eclipsed the tent
in his pants, Duo leapt over the back of the couch rather gracefully even as Trowa snatched up clothes and pushed them under the
couch. Relena
worried vaguely about her cream colored suit and then decided now was not the
time to bring it up. Dashing to the
bathroom, she slammed the door just as she heard the other one open and
footsteps charging in.
“Now you had better have a good reason for sending me a
message like that in the middle of the night, when you are not supposed to be
home yet AND very clearly not in any danger whatsoever!” Sally was similarly scolding Wufei and telling him that was no way to wake a person up
at the same time. Relena
really hoped that they would not come into the bathroom.
It was cold in here, she thought. The window to the left was open and the
curtains billowed, as the wind caused bumps to rise on her skin. So very cold. She closed the window as silently as
possible. Even so, she felt
exposed. Wandering over to the shower,
she tried to climb inside, but for some reason the shower curtain was fighting
her efforts.
Suspicions and conclusions happened in her brain like
lightening and thunder.
“You had better have a damn good reason for all this.” She
hissed.
Heero drew back the curtain and
was careful only to look above her and to the side.
“I was simply protecting you.” What she did in response startled him. Her eyes became watery with unshed tears.
“I stupstupid to think that maybe it was something
else. But then I’ve been stupid about
you for a long time.” Her sniffles were
soft as she didn’t want to land in even more emotional turmoil than she was
already in. This was a lot of stress to
be put through when one had only just stopped being drunk. A hand held some tissue paper in front of
her. “Why don’t you think I’m sexy Heero? Can’t even a
striptease let you see me like a woman?”
She blew her nose a little too loudly.
“al>“What was that?”
Dorothy had heard. Relena looked into Heero’s eyes
in fear. He pulled her into the small
shower space and pulled the curtain around them. The door opened slowly and light filled the
room from outside. Relena
wondered if the sound of her heart was giving them away, it was beating so fast
and loud. It was in that moment that she
became aware that Heero, though still looking as
stoic as he always did, still had his heart going at a speed almost matching
hers. And that something stiff and
undeniably belly height was poking into her.
Well well, she thought, maybe he’s more human
than I thought.
Once the door closed again, Heero’s
grip loosened a little, but tightened automatically as Relena
purposefully pressed closer.
“What did you think of my dancing? I assume you found a way to watch it too.”
Her voice was a purr, close to his ear.
“Stop Relena. Stop while you can.” He had the same look the other guys had right
before the notorious interruption, only from him it made her feel so warm and
tense that she couldn’t have stopped if she wanted to. A hand of hers moved under his shirt to feel
his chest. Muscles flexed at her touch,
jumping in a way that made her feel confident again, despite being nearly
naked.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She halted the path her hand was taking and poised herself
for leaving the small shower space.
The pause lasted far too long, but she was rewarded for her
patience. “No.” And with that simple answer a whole range of
barriers fell and his mouth met hers in a kiss that was almost vicious. Hands already at her back, made quick work of
her bra, and once removed, one hand cupped her breast
as he leaned down to taste the other one.
Relena couldn’t stifle the groans now. The hardness near her belly seemed to be all
the more firm and one hand dropped from his chest down to confirm this. In response Heero
almost bit down too hard on her nipple.
“Ow.” With that little noise he
was back up looking her in the eyes, concern and something like self-loathing
creeping in to his own expression. “It’s
ok.” She stroked him through his pants
and watched his eyes flutter and close a little in a way that was so
indescribably sexy that she decided that everyone else could be damned out
there.
Leaping out of the shower, she found a lock on the door and
slammed it home with a click, even as Heero swept through
the medicine cabinet until he found what he sought and tore at the wrapper
urgently.
“Wait.” Relena undid his pants and knelt down in front of him. She wanted to be in control for as long as
possible, and Heero merely looked down at her in
something like shock mixed with a lot of lust.
Halting her before she could begin the activity she planned, he stood
her before him and made sure to get her attention.
“You mean. . . I lo-. . . Hn.” He said, in a serious manner, as if to clear
the air of some important and obscure question, even if he stumbled over the
words. Relena
gave him a little half smile, tilting her head to the side.
“Thank you.” She
didn’t need to tell him that she knew just how he felt. She’d been telling him indirectly for years.
*
*
“What was that?” More
crashes from the bathroom alerted the company to something going on. The Gundam pilots
all figured it out fairly quickly and shared knowing (and in some cases
embarrassed) glances. Dorothy tried the
door, finding it wouldn’t open.
A feminine cry echoed out, and everyone became very still.
Catherine pulled out a white nylon knee high stocking from
beneath the couch from where it was peaking.
Duo cleared his throat and Quatre did his
impression of a beet again.
“What was going on here?”
“Er. . . Relena. . .” Quatre began as Duo elbowed him sharply.
“. . . and Heero need some time
and I suggest we give them some privacy.
Just got here ourselves in fact. That’s what we’ve been saying all
along.” Duo looked at Trowa.
“I think perhaps we should leave.” Trowa was all for
escape rather than continuing being subjected to the moans that were increasing
in volume and frequency even as they stood there.
“Hm. Yes.” Hilde led the girls out first, Dorothy lagging behind supporting
Quatre and Duo next to Hilde
continuing to give excuses.
Wufei watched Trowa
lock the apartment. “You
sure? Yuy
doesn’t have a key and we won’t be back for a while.”
“Somehow I don’t think that will be an issue.”
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