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Hey Pretty	By : WarDove Category: Gundam Wing/AC > General Views: 1102 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Hey Pretty
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GW
and its characters don't belong to me but to Sunrise/SOTSU Agency Bandai, etc.
etc.

The Song Hey Pretty (remix) doesn't belong to me either nor does those who
perform it, Poe.

Hadn't had a really good idea for a long while for a 2xR fic and then I got my
hands on the words to this song and thought that it might turn out halfway
decent.

This could really pass as a PG-13 but I'm rating it R due to a few curse words
throughout.

Well, here it is, I hope it doesn't bite too bad and whoever reads this likes
it.

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"Finally the work day is done." I sighed a big reliefI toI took the
final step out of the California branch of Preventer's HQ and onto the back lot
where my car was parked. It had been a beautiful Saturday morning and my
birthday to boot, and I had gotten stuck coming in for clean up on some last
minute details for "necessary" paperwork. But it was only a few
minutes before three, so I figured I'd call my girl and we could still salvage
what was left of the day. Though as soon as I took my cell phone out of my
pocketet-bet-black BMW coupe convertible screeched to a halt in front of me,
blocking my path.

I instinctively whistled taking in the details of the brand new car, obviously
just a few hours off the lot. My eyes made their way over the smooth curves of
the vehicle, before settling their gaze on the driver of the car. Her cat-eyed
sunglasses and leopard skin patterned scarf that wrapped around her head obscured
most of her facial features though a few wisps of her hair that had come undone
from the scarf showed her to be a blonde. Her smile was dazzling as she stepped
out of the car and over to where I was standing. I couldn't help but notice her
slender body poured into a sparkling gold halter top that barely covered her
mid-drift paired with hip hugging, black leather pants that left little to the
imagination. Her gold heels, which matched her top perfectly, clicked against
the pavement.

She took my left arm and entwined it between her own arms; she gave a little
tug. "Hey pretty. I noticed you coming out of the building and you seemed
a little lonely. So why don't you busy yourself and come on take a rideh
mh
me?"

I knew she could tell I was blushing as I scratched the back of my head
nervously. I was so sorely tempted, but I knew I could never betray the woman
I'd grown to love. "Well, I really can't, ya see, I'm seeing someone and I
was just about to call her."

"I'm sure she really wouldn't mind." With those words she slipped her
glasses just slightly down her nose and winked at me. I jerked my head back in
shock, kicking myself for not realizing who it was.

"Rel..." Her fingers to my lips stopped her name. "It's Carrie.
And all I want to know is if you want to take a drive with me."

I winked back at her and threw her my devilishly charming grin. "Sure
thing. My girl's the understanding kind. My name's Duo Maxwell by the
way." She giggled and kissed my cheek and told me to hurry up. She didn't
need to ask a second time as I slid simultaneously with her down into the
smooth black leather bucket seats.

She looked over and spoke to me. "I just bought her this morning and
haven't gotten to really test her out yet. My suggestion, pretty, is to buckle
up and hold onto your braid." She softly chuckled at her words as she
shifted into gear. The force of her take off threw me back into the seat even
more.

//Carrie had suggested we go for a drive in her new two-door BMW coupe//

//In the parking lot we slipped into her bucket seats.''

// Carrie took over from there//

I long since had tucked my braid under my collar and adjusted my breathing to
accommodate the wind as it whipped around me. I glanced over and through the
dark lenses of my sunglasses I read the speedometer. The needle fluctuated
between eighty-five and ninety. We had driven awhile, and had gotten onto
Mulholland speeding out into the winding road canvassed on the foreground of
the beautiful Santa Monica Mountains.

I found myself feeling quite exhilarated, though as she shifted the car to
accommodate the many curves of the road I truly found myself having to hold on
for dear life. At times she would be forced to take the car down to as low as
fifty, but then as soon as she was able she would gun the engine again, shift
down and bring her speed right up back to ninety.

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//Her hands immediately guiding mine over those soft, slightly oily folds//

//Positioning my fingers on the shiny metal tabs, small and round like a tear//

//Then murmuring a murmur so inaudible that even though I could feel her lips
tremble against ar//ar//

//She seemed far, far away//

//"Pinch it," she said, which I did lightly//

//Until she also said, "pull it," which I also did//

//Gently parting the teeth one at a time down, under and beneath the longest
unzipping of my life//

//Hey pretty, don't you wanna take a ride with me, through my world?//

//Hey pretty, don't you wanna kick and slide through my world?//

//Hey pretty, my pretty baby, rock it through my world//

//Hey pretty, my pr bab baby, rock it through my world//

It had been so strange this time, for we never looked into each other's eyes
nor did we even kiss, but we only held onto each other tightly as our bodies
moved in sync with one another's. The tip of her tongue delved into the depths
of my ear, it made me shudder with utter delight and I returned the gesture
eliciting the same response from her. We continued to meet one another thrust
for thrust and plea for plea. The music of the radio became mute to our ears,
the vulgarities that we were speaking to one another taking over.

Several words and phrases of at least a dozen or more different languages left
her lips, floating into my ears, setting my body ablaze and my mind reeling
from their beautiful sounds, driving me even further into the realm of
unbridled passion.

I did not remain silent though, replying back to her in the only language that
I knew. And as uncultured and plain and obscene as its nature may have sounded
it still seemed to drive her just as crazy for I swore I could feel her whole
body flush underneath my own. We cried out at different times, but we came
together, the physical and verbal language between us never fading until we
were completely drained and out of breath, feeling to stoned to even move; it
made me wonder where she even got the energy to speak.

"Nek ni, (1) Duo. You sometimes are just this, this, cette putain de
machine. (2)"

If I wasn't feeling so out of it I would have laughed, for whatever it was she
said it sounded quite naughty, but instead I kissed her shoulder and whispered
back in her ear. "You have the tightest cunt I've ever fucked."

She laughed a little and tugged at my hair. "I love it when you talk to me
like that."

I finally had the energy to pull myself up off of her a little and looked her
in the eye teasingly. "The language of vulgarity is a lost art these days
isn't it?"

She chuckled at me again. "It will never disappear while you're still
around, Mr. Maxwell."

//We never even kissed orked ked into each other's eyes//

//Our lips just trespassed on those inner labyrinths hidden deep within our
ears//

//Filled them with the private music of wicked words//

//Hers in many languages//

//Mine in the off color of my only tongue//

//Too bad dark languages rarely survive//

We got out of the car and gathered our clothes, speaking little as we dressed
ourselves. My lover used her scarf to tie up her hair in a high ponytail. I
pulled my own hair back and bound it casually with my hair tie at the nape of
my neck, to tired to even contemplate braiding it. I watched her slip her
glasses back on and then she turned to me, tossing me the keys. "Feel like
driving? After all, I got this car for you." She smiled wide as she hopped
into the passenger seat, leaving me once again, for the day momentarily
stunned. She looked up after drying the driver seat with a handkerchief. ot;Wot;Well get in birthday boy and let's get moving."

I let out a loud whoop and slid into the driver seat but before even putting
the keys in the ignition I grabbed my girl and kissed her soundly. "Babe,
you shouldn't have, but thank you so much, Relena, or should I say
Carrie."

She smiled shyly and bit her lip. "Nope. Carrie's gone, there's no fear of
paparazzi out here, it's just little old me, Relena Dorlian."

This time I did chuckle. "You said you'd surprise me on my birthday, well,
you certainly have."

"If you don't like this, we can get youiffeifferent kind of car."

I shook my head and grinned at her. "No way. This car's perfect.
Besides," I added with a wink, "it's already been christened." I
laughed along with her and after a minute, when our amusement died down I
looked seriously into her eyes and smoothed her cheek. "I love you, ya
know."

She gave me yet again, another heartwarming smile and kissed my hand. "And
I love you, karesta (3). Now let's get going shall we?"

"Whatever my princess commands." I pulled out of the woods slowly,
though soon I was driving as quick as greased lightening down the road.
"You think you had some moves Relena? Well sit back, hold on and watch a
pro!" I yelled at the top of my lungs a good old American yee haw and took
off towards the sunset, my lady by my side and the radio blaring the song that
would always remind me of this most perfect day.

//Hey pretty, my pretty baby//

//Don't you wanna take a ride with me?//

//Don't you wanna take a ride with me?//

//My baby, my pretty baby//

//Rock it through my world//

//Do you get the gist of the song now//

(1)nek ni-fuck me in Arabic

(2)cette putain de machine-this fuck machine in French

(3)karesta-darling sweetheart in Swedish
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