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"Reach the Sky"Written By: Dentelle_noir Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing AC or the
characters. GW belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. This
is a work of fiction and written for fun, not profit Rating: PG 13 Warnings: Fluff, sap Pairings: 1x4 Summary: Heero meets someone different at a ball " Reach the Sky" The ballroom was enormous; no spared expense for the illustrious Dr. J. Everyone who mattered was there-- even those who didn’t want to matter and were forced to come because the party was thrown by their own guardian. The party was in full swing and had been for almost an hour. Drinks flowed freely, people laughed and chatted about politics and pets, and people twirled around the dance floor to the orchestral set playing from the speakers set strategically around the room. Heero chaffed against the tight collared shirt and ignored the handful of debutants desperate to get him to spin them around the dance floor just to say that the Heero Yuy had danced with them. Heero had long decided that if he danced with one, he would have to dance with every one of them. He couldn’t very well expect to find someone interesting enough to captivate him all evening. The only place he could loose himself was in the strobe lighted hideouts, bouncing and throbbing with a crowd of a thousand faces and bodies packed underground to scream to the beat. There was nothing here for him. Two general’s parted with a disgruntled sneer and brought Heero’s attention to the middle of the dance floor. Elbows high but hands tight to his blonde head, a man moved, gyrating to the under-pulse of the song Heero had synthesized into the prerecorded music to give himself a kick. No one was supposed to be able to hear it; Heero had integrated it so well into the music that J had played the CD almost a dozen times before tonight and no one had noticed. No one except this man on the dance floor, familiar enough to mouth the edited-out words in perfect sync with the beat. Golden hair flew around his angelic face as he tranced to the beat; eyes closed to shut out the world while he unfurled against the champagne and small talk. His dinner jacket was gone and his tie hung limp and heavy like a glowstick around his neck as he twisted and rolled his hips. Those eyes opened, and Heero was trapped in blue as deep as the ocean and as seductive as the strobe light and beat. He had seen those eyes before, watching him with four inch heeled boots, a body hugged in brilliant white pants, and an obviously male chest displayed in nothing but a shimmering cloudy-white sheath. Recognition clicked in both their eyes. The next song played, another beat pulsing deep under the orchestral selection. The blonde kept dancing, flowing seamlessly into the next song and moving solo on the dance floor. J discreetly called security. Heero walked out to the dance floor and grabbed his hips hard, moving himself up to the blue-eyed blonde and locking eyes with him. The blonde smiled and let his eyes flutter closed, grasping Heero’s sweating palms within his own and lifted them. Together they reached for the sky.
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