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"Drabbles"Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: R A/N:
For Morbidbirdy who requested 1x2 for #7: "We're assigned to
the mission in which we have to pretend to be a married couple, but
I'm actually really in love with you." Warnings: angst,
language, sexy times Pairings: 1x2x1
Lucky Number Seven Vegas. I remembered hearing about it, the first time I came to Earth. Remembered the mythical way people talked about it - the city where you can make your fortune. Where anything is possible. Where you can eat food at any hour of the day. Where you can get your hands on beautiful naked people at any hour of the day. Where drugs flow freer than creds from poor saps fingers into slot machines. Land of gamblers and lost souls. It sounded to me like it was just a fancier version of the L2 slums I had grown up in. Sounded like a bunch of bullshit vapor dreams that only an idiot - or someone desperate - would believe in. So I had made it a point of not going to Vegas, ever. Because I had been told repeatedly that I was an idiot, and I knew, from personal experience, that I was desperate. Funny how becoming a child soldier and then winning a war only to find out that I was one of the losers and stuck working for the ESUN government for - probably - the rest of my life made me feel desperate. Space, it was decided, was not a safe place to unleash Duo Maxwell. Something about me being likely to foment rebellion. Likely. Hell, I was definitely going to foment rebellion and I resented being underestimated. Of course, trapped as I was living in the most hideous barracks ever devised and commuting all of seventy meters from my bunk to my office in the even more hideous Preventers HQ, my options for rebellion were pretty limited. I got the mess hall workers to strike for better wages - which earned me a month of probation. Convinced Chang to agitate for fair trade coffee - another month. And of course, I flat out refused to cut my hair - if female Prevs didn't have to cut theirs, there was no fucking way I was cutting mine. Another month for that - extended when, not able to help myself, I told Une that I would be happy to give her a trim. So yeah, I was desperate. And an idiot. But more about the desperate thing - when I overheard that there was a sting operation going down in Vegas, heard they needed someone to go in undercover as my buddy Heero's wingman since his usual partner, Trowa, was laid up after having the poor judgement to get himself shot, I threw myself on Une's non-existent mercy and begged. I was convinced - two hundred percent positive - that if I didn't get out of this place I was going to start making explosive devices and renovating the buildings to include a helluva lot more windows. Une had looked, very briefly, amused before she turned down my request. So I'd started to barter - I'd be good, oh so very very good and I would scrap my plans to have the motor-pool guys strike until all of the cars were replaced with electric models. I'd leave off convincing the janitors that they needed to be considered active agents and receive the same benefits that anyone else did. It was at that point that I realized I was actually making things worse - Une's eyes narrowing dangerously and I shut up before I could incriminate myself any further. It was only the timely intervention of Heero, lurking just outside of Une's office in an effort to entertain himself with yet another display of my idiocy, that saved me from a lifetime of probation. "Duo would be perfect," he told Une. She had barked out a laugh that was probably a reflection of her opinion of using perfect as an adjective to describe me. Even I was a little taken aback. "I'm serious," Heero, who was never anything but, continued. "This is going to be a dangerous mission and he is uniquely qualified." Une pursed her lips and glared at each of us. "If anything goes wrong, you will be held responsible." I wasn't sure who she was talking about and I gestured to myself with the thumb of my right hand. "Obviously not you. Yuy." "Oh." I had to look over and grin at him. "Just like old times, then, eh?" He managed to look at me with an expression somewhere between a scowl and a smirk. "Except we're not going undercover as high school students," he said. I rubbed my hands together. "Awesome. Cuz that's too easy - plus I don't really want to hang out with kids seven years younger than me. So what's the set-up?" "You two," Une said with what was very clearly glee, "will be a newly married couple honeymooning in Las Vegas - very rich, very gullible. The perfect targets for a criminal organization that is kidnapping Terran citizens and shipping them off to deep space mining facilities to be used as slave labor." "Oh. Uh. Wait. Did you say married?" "Yes. I'm so very glad your hearing and comprehension are in excellent order." I refrained from glaring at her - even I wasn't that much of an idiot. Besides, I was too busy staring at Heero. At the guy I had been in love with ever since he'd rescued me from OZ. The guy who, I was pretty sure, thought I was the most colossal waste of time of oxygen and carbon he had ever encountered. The guy who was about to be my fake husband. -o- Things started off rough and went worse faster than Heero plummeting to the ground because the asshole didn't believe in parachutes. Our hotel room had a king sized bed - cool - and a chair. Heero refused to sleep on the floor and I refused to as well - I hadn't escaped from the barracks just to kip on a floor for a week. So we ended up sharing an enormous bed that I was pretty sure, with some precision work, I could have parked Deathscythe in. I hugged one side of the bed and Heero hugged the other and there could have been a field of landmines between us for all the care we gave that empty space. It didn't matter. In the morning I woke up with a boner, as per usual. The unusual thing was the fact that it was pressed against Heero Yuy's sculpted ass. That was dangerous enough. Even more dangerous was the fact that my hand had decided it really wanted to be cut off - it was wrapped around Heero's equally sculpted torso and curled against his skin. I laid there for a moment, frozen in equal parts terror and ecstasy - trying to memorize the feel and smell of Heero because I knew I would never get this close again - because I was probably going to be murdered as soon as Heero woke up. I shifted away as calmly and smoothly as possible, retreating back to my side of the bed and then getting out of it and creeping around to lock myself into the bathroom. Just before I closed the door, I glanced in the mirror and saw Heero's reflection, saw his perfect body nestled in the sheets, saw his breathtaking eyes, his tousled hair, his - Holy shit. His eyes were open and he was looking at me. Looking right at me. I decided that retreat was the better part of valor and slammed the door shut and locked it. The day continued to go downhill. We weren't sure when we would be approached by the would be slavers - we just knew that, at some point, we would be invited to a high stakes poker game that was stacked against us, designed to clean us out, and result in us being smuggled on the next flight out to a mining colony for the honeymoon of our nightmares. So the gameplan was to act like lovesick, gullible idiots with money to burn every time we stepped foot outside of our rooms. Which meant feeding each other breakfast - his idea. Walking down around the casino hand in hand - my idea. Kissing for good luck when we gambled at the roulette tables - his idea. Drinking too much at dinner and giggling at our inability to win even a single hand of Blackjack - my idea, but I was pretty sure Heero actually was drunk enough to find it funny and I knew that I was sober enough to want to laugh my ass off at the idea of flushing the Preventers operating budget down the drain. By the time we stumbled back to our hotel room, I was actually feeling fairly confident that Heero wouldn't murder me in my sleep for the whole my dick saying good morning to his ass incident. Of course, as soon as he stripped down to his boxers for bed that night, all I could think about was that ass. Well, that ass and the quick press of his lips against mine - for luck he had said - before I lost two hundred dollars at roulette. And the feel of his callous-roughened hand against mine. And his laugh - a laugh that I'd heard before but way too rarely. Even just thinking about his laugh had me smiling again and when I joined him in the bed, I was pretty sure he wasn't hanging onto his edge for dear life. Pretty sure, in fact, that he had moved several inches closer to the center of the bed. So I allowed myself the luxury of stretching out on my side, spreading my arms and legs as wide as I dared, and sighed happily. This was so much better than my shitty twin mattress in the barracks. "Night, Duo," Heero whispered and I smiled into my pillow. "Night, Ro." -o- I woke up the next day in the same exact same position as the day before only this time… this time Heero's arm rested against mine, holding me against him, holding me in place and I… I had no idea what to do. I didn't know if he was awake, didn't know if he was holding me in place because maybe my hand had started to drift somewhere he didn't want it going, didn't know if he was holding me in place and waiting for me to wake up so he could break my arm and I - I drew a deep breath and told my overactive imagination to chill out. "Ro?" I called his name softly. When he didn't answer I gently tried to pull my arm free. His grip tightened on me. "Ro?" "This wasn't part of the plan." His voice was soft, a little gravelly with sleep, and I could not help but think he had never sounded sexier. I had to clear my own throat before I spoke again. "What?" "This," he said and tugged on my arm, using it to pull the rest of my body flush with his back, which had the - probably - unintended consequence of my morning erection sliding between his legs and it took all of my pretty non-existent self-control to lay still and not try to move. "Uh, I'm sorry? I've never shared a bed with anyone and I didn't… it's not like I'm trying to, you know, grope you in your sleep." "I wish you were." "You - what?" He moved against me, pushing his ass down and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Ro, can you not -" "Sorry." He was instantly shifting away, and now it was my turn to pull him back. "No, I'm not - Ro, what do you mean you wish I was trying to grope you in your sleep?" "I wish you were trying to grope me - I wish it was intentional. Not necessarily in my sleep. I would prefer to be conscious for it." "I, uh… you're not fucking with me?" He moved away from me enough to roll over and glare at me. Despite the glare, though, his lips were curved into a smirk. "I'd rather fuck you then fuck with you." My brain was struggling to come to grips with what he was saying, and I couldn't help but wonder if I was still asleep. I reached out and pinched him. "Ow!" He scowled and shoved my fingers away. "Sorry, just… trying to see if this was a dream." "I think you're supposed to pinch yourself," he said with an arched eyebrow. "Right." I repeated it on myself, hard enough that I winced. "Awake?" he asked. "Apparently. I, uh, Ro, you… you're not just…" I licked my lips, afraid to even ask. "You're not just doing this for the sake of the mission?" "I checked for security cameras when we arrived, there aren't any." "So…" "So anything that happens in this room has nothing to do with our mission." I noticed, then, that he looked a little unsure and it might have been the first time I had ever seen him less than overconfident. "Ro, you - you gotta know how I feel about you." He looked expectant. "You really - you have no clue? Ro, I'm crazy about you. I -" I didn't get to say anything else. He more or less - more - tackled me, wrapping his arms around me and pressing his lips to mine. That went on for a while, until breathing became critical and we pulled apart. He looked down at me, I looked up at him, and I swear, I've never seen him look happier. Or cockier. I used a little maneuver Wufei had taught me and flipped us so that Heero was trapped under me and I held his hands stretched above his head, body secured by my ass firmly seated on his groin. My ass wasn't the only firm thing in that region, and I let myself shift around a bit, trying to find the best position. Heero's eyes narrowed dangerously and I had to smirk. "So," I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his bare chest, just above his heart, "what was that about fucking me?" -o- I'd like to say that we then had a marathon week of sex in our hotel room - I'd love to say that we had sex on every surface, from the bed to the floor to that chair to the huge bathtub to the bathroom mirror to the vanity to the door - but the reality is that almost as soon as we hit the casino floor that afternoon we were approached by a gorgeous man who asked us if we wanted to join in an exclusive poker game that night. I was a little irritated - after all, I had already more or less planned out our non-mission activities for the foreseeable future - but I also recognized the man as someone who had been lurking around yesterday when Heero and I got drunk and lost so much money. I wanted, really really wanted to say to hell with the mission and just drag Heero back to our room, but that bastard had other plans. "We'd love to," Heero said and put an arm around my shoulders in a smooth move that I was sure looked like a gesture of his affection but that I knew was a warning. The guy moved off after telling us when and where the game was - and casually letting us know that the buy-in for the game was more than my pathetic Preventers annual salary - by a lot. We had lunch, visited a few more BlackJack tables and I had a very good time losing a lot of money, but then Heero let me drag him back to the hotel room and I made sure to put the few hours we had before the big game to good use. We didn't get to christen every surface - but we got to more than a few. Not enough, but, well, enough. And then we dressed up in fancy suits that I was pretty sure came from the same tailor that Quatre used. Only, unlike Quatre, Heero and I were packing enough heat to support a small revolution. Also unlike Quatre, we were facing the very real threat of getting our asses shipped off to a mining colony if we fucked this up. The poker game was in the back room of a back room of a back alley casino - the kind of place that, if Wufei had been in charge of mission planning, would have been hit with a few strafing runs before we even attempted to enter. We were led to a table that was already occupied by people who looked richer than they were smart, and I had a moment of absolute glee as I sat down and thought back to the other day when I'd stood in Une's office and begged to go on this mission. When Heero had said that I would be perfect for this mission - when he'd gone so far as to say that I was uniquely qualified. The look of surprise on Une's face was, without a doubt, the highlight of my Preventers career thus far. Hearing Heero freely compliment me like that, in public, had been more than a little shocking for me. But then, he was right. I was perfect for this mission and I was uniquely qualified. Because, despite the charade I'd been playing over the past two days, I was a damn good gambler - just ask any poor sap with Preventers who had ever had the misfortune of sitting down at my table during the Friday night poker games we ran in the mess hall. So, I settled into my seat beside Heero, leaned over and gave him a kiss just because I could, and prepared to take down some bad guys. And win a hell of a lot of money.
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