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"25 Days of Gundam Wing"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: R Warnings: Fluff, Slight humor, kissing, ladies
being ladies. Pairings: Dorothy/Relena, implied Heero/Relena. Summary: Relena is feeling blue. Dorothy takes matters into her own hands. Prompt: Ornaments. "25 Days of Gundam Wing " Chapter 10: Ornaments “Honestly, Miss Relena, would you quit moping?” “I’m not moping!” “Yes, you are. You’re over there mooning over that Gundam pilot instead of helping me with this stupid tree that you made me get, I might add.” “I didn’t make you do anything. I asked and you agreed.” “Because I thought it’d cheer you up and instead of it cheering you up, I’m decorating it myself, and you’re sitting in the corner feeling sorry for yourself.” “I’m not - ugh! I’m sorry, Dorothy. You’re right. Okay, let’s get this tree decorated.” “At'ta girl.” Relena pulled herself up off the Queen Anne sofa where she’d draped herself for most of the afternoon and walked over to the box filled to the brim with hundreds of glass and crystal Christmas tree ornaments. She carefully picked one out and scouted the tree for an empty spot. She found one near the top and hooked the wire over the branch. “There,” she chirped triumphantly and glanced at the other girl whose face was decidedly not impressed. “What?” "That’s it?” Relena scowled and stepped over to the box again, grabbing the lip and dragging it closer. She grabbed four more ornaments, hooking two on each middle finger and turned so Dorothy could see. “Are you trying to tell me something?” Dorothy drawled, her forked eyebrow raised. “I - no. I’m being a bitch, aren’t I?” She sidled closer, the gait of a woman who was well-versed in the art of seduction. “Who says that’s a bad thing?” Relena hesitated. “Well, I - I just…” “Honey, a bitch is just a lady speaking her mind. Wear it like a badge of honor.” Relena laughed in sheer delight, the sound tinkling through the room like a dozen silver bells. “Really, Miss Relena. You’re too good to be mo - fretting over that hoodlum. You could do so much better.” Relena sighed, knowing where this was going. “Can we not talk about him, please?” “As you wish,” she agreed, more than happy to drop the subject. They hung more ornaments in silence before Relena asked, “What about you? Anyone you have your eye on?” “Mmm…perhaps…” “You’re not going to tell me?” She eyed the other woman for a moment, debating on whether, or not to go for it. But Dorothy was not a gal who wavered on the uncertain line of indecision. Mind made up, she stepped closer, hips swaying from side to side beneath her slinky red dress. She leaned forward and brushed her painted lips against Relena’s ear. “There might a certain someone I have my eye on,” she whispered, tongue slipping out and dancing along the shell of her mistress’ ear. Relena gasped and pulled back, scandalized. “Dorothy!” She held her gaze, challenging. “Yes?” Relena took a step back, then seemed to think better of it. Without giving it too much thought, she dropped the ornaments into the box, reached out and grabbed the blonde woman’s face, pressing their lips together. Dorothy kissed back after her initial surprise wore off, reaching for her mistress with hands itching to touch. She grazed her long red nails up the other girl’s sides and down across her hips, moaning appreciatively into the moist heat of Relena’s mouth. Relena pulled away finally, looking a little stunned at her own behavior. She licked her swollen lips, deep in thought. “How long have you liked women?” She shrugged. “Always? Does it matter?” Relena shook her head and smiled. “No, it doesn’t. Just so long as you kiss me again.”
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