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obsession	By : caliko Category: Gundam Wing/AC > General Views: 1268 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Um.. I don’t own GW, and I make no money from this fic! Sunrise and Bandai DO own GW, and I’m sure that they make enough money off of the show, that this little one shot won’t bother them too much! I hope.

Obsession

By Caliko
She stood there at the foot of the bed, dressed only in the moonlight that shone through the window, daring me to throw her out. She was my friends girlfriend, and I had no business wanting her the way I did.

It didn’t matter that Duo had hurt her. It didn’t matter that he had left without a backward goodbye. That was just Duo. He never thought of anyone but himself when Shinigami rode his back. He’d come home, just like he always did, and he would expect her to take him back with open arms, just like she always did.

So what was different now? Had Hilde finally hit the wall, and realized that he was tearing her apart? Was this actual desire, or her way of hurting Duo like he had hurt her so often before?

She came closer, resting one knee on the mattress. She knew that I was awake, watching her. Catlike, she crawled up the bed, until she hovered over me, her lips inches from mine.

“Trowa.” Just one word, my name, but it sent shivers of lust straight to my groin.

“This is wrong.” I managed to say, my breath harsh to my own ears. “It won’t solve anything, Hilde.”

“No, it won’t solve a damn thing.” She agreed, laying down next to me. “But I’m not asking you to take care of my problems.”

“Then, what?”

“I only want to feel desirable again, Trowa. Can you do that for me? Can you make me feel like I’m worth wanting? That I don’t chase people away?”

So that was why. She was weak, right now, and I would be a bastard to take advantage of her. But, I would be an idiot not to. God help me, but I already knew what I was going to do. I had known since I first saw her at the foot of my bed, dripping moonlight and sex. At least, now, I knew that it wasn’t about Maxwell. Well, at least not all about him. It was more about her.

I can live with that.

Hilde had always been a part of my secret fantasy’s, the vision I kept in my head when I jacked off alone in my trailer. I never told anyone that I wanted her, not my sister, not Quatre, and definitely not Duo. I would be a fool to say no, now, and the lord knew, I wasn’t a fool.

So, I kissed her, giving her the answer she wanted. Tomorrow, Hilde would regret this, allow her guilt to eat her up inside. She would probably cater to the bastard when he got home, slave away in penitence, and finally confess how she did him wrong.

But, there was no way in hell that I was going to regret a single moment, not one caress. Tomorrow, she would be Duo’s again. But tonight? Tonight, she was mine.

I pulled her tight against my body, reveling in her soft curves against my lean muscles. She felt so good, the heat of her womanhood against me, the taste of something fruity, mildly alcoholic on her tongue. It made me want to hear her moan for me.

Fuck that. I wanted to hear her scream my name until her voice broke. I wanted to feel her cum hard, until her body shook. I wanted to look Duo in the fucking face, and ask him if he could do that for her - then gloat that I could. That I loved her better than he did.

I closed my eyes, mildly ashamed at the thoughts in my head. Then, I pushed them back, forced them in the realm of the unreal, so that I could lose myself in her arms. She nipped at my lower lip, wondering why I was so still, urging me on when I would have faltered.

“Touch me.” She whispered, bringing my hand to her breast.

I pushed her down onto her back and lowered my mouth to the sharp tip of her nipple, nibbling lightly against the crinkled skin, suckling as a babe for a moment, and then moving away to taste the other. Slowly, I grazed my teeth against the shell-pink aureole, holding her hands down when she moved to pull me in closer.

“Na uh!” I teased, my mouth curved In a smirk. “I do my best work when I take my time.”

She growled, struggling for a moment, then hissed in satisfaction when I sucked harder. “Proceed.” she chuckled low in her throat, content for the moment to allow my play.

Her scent was driving me wild - soft musk intermingling with the wine she had drunk with dinner. I moved down lower, lapping between her breasts, breathing deeply to embed the scent in my memory.

She laughed softly as my whiskers tickled her sensitive skin, and inspired, I brushed them over her soft globes, watching as she squirmed underneath me.

Her laughter stopped abruptly as she caught my gaze, then, she me pulled me up so that our lips met once more, her arching body urging me to take her.

But, I wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot. Tonight might be the only chance I had with her, and I was going to take my time. I vowed right then to love her so thoroughly, that my face would forever be etched in the back of her mind. I wanted her to remember me while Duo fucked her body, to think of me when he tasted her woman’s lips. I wanted to own a part of her forever, so that she would think of me when she least expects to.

Screw chivalry. I bet even in the old days, the dark knight got the girl.

Savagely, I ripped my mouth from hers, then settled between her legs. Almost coldly, I pushed them open, then stroked her outer lips with the pad of my index finger.

They glistened with moisture, tempting me with her heady fragrance. Softly, I lowered my mouth, tasting her dew, then delved deeper. Her fingers found my hair, gripping it tightly in her fists as I tortured her swollen clit.

It pulsed under my tongue, getting tighter and harder with every kiss, spiraling to the point of madness as she thrashed her head against the pillow.

“Please…” She begged, reaching desperately for peaks that I wouldn’t yet allow. “Please, Trowa!”

Instead, I pushed my finger deep inside, fucking her as my tongue lapped up her milky fluid. Gently, she cried out, her fisted hands pulling me in deeper until I could do nothing more than breath her scent, feel her wetness against my mouth, feel her muscles tightening around my head.

She came hard, spasming against my mouth as I swallowed her juices. Over and over, they flooded my tongue, until all I knew was this woman. I was engulfed by Hilde, and I wished that I could be lost like this forever.

Then, I was inside of her, her muscles surrounding my staff, still contracting from her explosion. I rolled over, letting her take control as I slid deep inside.

Her face was a picture of exquisite shock, and she sighed as I seemed to touch her womb. Slowly, at first, she rose up on her knees, then let herself fall until she could feel my curls against her nether lips.

Hilde closed her eyes, savoring this moment. Her hands closed over my shoulders, clenching them tightly, nearly screaming when I pulled her down onto my staff. Impatiently, I arched into her, not allowing her to tease me with such a lazy rhythm. No, I wanted her quickly now. I could still taste her on my lips, and her scent was all over me, tormenting my senses with her unique blend.

She encouraged me, moaning with delight as I crashed into her body, calling my name when it was nearly too much. I no longer knew how I would live without this woman. I don’t know if I did more than exist before her. But Duo..

“FUCK DUO!” I thought, as I came deep within her welcoming body.

She just stared at me, disbelief over her face, and I realized that I had shouted it out loud.

Clapping sounded at the door, an insolent rhythm breaking further into the moment.

Hilde and I stared at each other, both knowing that it could only be one person. Nervous, we looked towards the door, meeting Maxwell’s angry eyes.

“Sorry, Trowa.” He chided, “I’m just not attracted to you.” Duo glanced at Hilde, and for a brief moment, I saw his hurt, before he masked it with anger. “I’ll send for my things, Babe.”

He walked towards the door, and I could feel her muscles tighten over me, as if she were about to go after him. Then, she fell against me, her shoulders wracked with grief.

I could do nothing but hold her and stroke her back as she cried. And through it all, I had only one thought - I could have her forever, now.

A/N - I know. It was short. I also know that Trowa is one sick son of a bitch in this fic.. But what can I say? Sometimes, I get way too deep into a characters psyche. ^_^

~Caliko~
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