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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: Humor, Fluff, Wufei being adorably awkward. Pairings: 5xS Summary: Wufei and Sally ring in the New Year at the Preventers. Prompt: Working "25 Days of Gundam Wing " Chapter 23: Working Sally Po hurried to the lobby of Preventers' Headquarters after she'd heard a loud pop followed by a long string of colorful and inventive curses from her co-worker, Agent Chang. Worried that some lone wolf had attempted a terrorist attack on the organization, she pulled her Glock from her holster, released the safety, and silently scaled the wall, cautiously peeking around the corner to ascertain the situation. She spotted Agent Chang standing in the middle of the lobby with an open box in his hands, completely covered in gold paint. Confetti stuck to the sticky mess all over his clothes, face, and hair. Sally clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle her bark of laughter, but too little too late. Wufei's head turned sharply in her direction, his expression murderous. "Laugh it up, Po," he growled, dropping the box onto the tile floor and picking a long string of crinkled confetti paper off the bridge of his nose. "Stupid Maxwell..." he muttered. "Paint and confetti bomb, huh?" Sally was valiantly trying to suppress her giggles, but her shaking shoulders gave her away. Wufei kicked the box across the room. "I don't know why he can't just make a phone call wishing me a Happy New Year like a normal person." "Agent Maxwell is far from a normal person." "No shit." Having mercy on the younger agent, she offered, "Go hit the showers. I'll clean this up." He glanced up at her, his dark eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you." "Not a problem. You can get a spare uniform from storage. Just leave the dirties in the locker room." He nodded and hurried off to clean up while she gathered a broom, mop, bucket, and cleaning solution out of the custodial closet. She swept up the confetti, but the paint was proving difficult to remove. The mop didn't do much more than push the gold pigment around the tile. She ended up having to change the water bucket six times before the floor began to resemble its former spotlessness. What she really wanted to do was leave it for Agent Maxwell, but Une would be arriving to work first thing in the morning and she'd have an absolute coronary if she found the lobby in its current state. Wufei came out a short time later and to her surprise, helped her finish cleaning up. They were the only two agents on duty for New Year's Eve with the exception of the security guards patrolling the outside the building. Once the lobby was presentable again, they headed back up to the offices to finish the droning paperwork they were assigned for the night. Around fifteen minutes to midnight, Sally flicked on the vid screen that was mounted in the corner of the large, cubicle’d room. A New Year's Eve special was airing with a festive conglomerate of music and fashionably bundled celebrities. Giant crowds had gathered in the center of Tokyo to ring in the New Year. Excited party goers donned silly hats and blew into funny sounding horns, bouncing around in jubilation with cheeks pinked from the cold. Confetti and balloons floated and swirled around above their heads and mushy couples snuggled together, sharing coats and blankets, thrilled to greet the New Year with a kiss. Sally huffed, feeling a bit let down. She'd wanted to be there tonight, but Une insisted she needed her at work. Wufei stood next to her, watching the celebrations with a twisted look of distaste, but when he glanced at Sally, his expression softened with sympathy. "Maybe you can go next year," he said by way of comfort. "Yeah. I hope so," she said and lifted her shoulders in a resigned shrug.. "I didn't have a date anyway." "Who says you need a date?" "Well, part of the big deal about New Year's is having someone to kiss when the ball drops." Wufei paused in silent contemplation, appearing suddenly nervous. He reached up and awkwardly scratched at his nose with a mumbled, "Well, I could - I mean, if you want - we could..." She stared at him, one side of her mouth curling up. "Agent Chang. Are you offering to kiss me?" "No! No - I - well, yes,” he confessed, his blush rising to the tops of his ears. More charmed than she could ever remember being by the show of humility from a man who rarely showed any, she smiled warmly at him. "I would love that." His eyes widened in surprise. "You would?" "Of course I would.” She reached for his hand and together they counted down the final seconds, watching with increasing anticipation as the giant, lighted sphere lowered from the top of the pole. When it reached the bottom, the two agents turned to face each other, but hesitated, giving the other a chance to back out. Sally’s expectant expression never wavered and Wufei decided that was good enough. He lifted his hand and gently grasped a lock of blonde hair between thumb and forefinger, tucking it behind her ear with heart-melting tenderness. She returned the gesture, brushing a sharp cheek bone with the backs of her fingers and tipped her head forward. Encouraged, Wufei swallowed his trepidation and went for broke. Their lips touched in a tentative caress, both of them taking a moment to get the feel of it. Then, they pressed harder together, mouths parting with sighs and soft groans as nervousness fell by the wayside in favor of sensation. Sally swiped her tongue against his, tasting traces of his favorite lemon tea on his tongue. For several minutes, time was suspended and the world around them disappeared. Arms held each other close, fingertips stroking up and down backs and clutching desperately to hips as their passion rose to the frightening point where Sally began to entertain thoughts of taking things a step further. She pulled back when the logical part of her mind butted in and reminded her that she was still at work. She grinned at the glazed look in Wufei’s eyes and pressed her thumb against his kiss swollen bottom lip. "That was the best kiss I've ever had," she said breathlessly. His eyes widened, not anticipating such a compliment. He'd only kissed two people in his entire life and assumed he probably wasn't that great at it. And a girl like Sally, he surmised, had probably been kissed many times. He blushed and looked away, shuffling his feet. "You don't have to tell me that. I know I’m - " "I'm not in the habit of lying, Agent Chang. I was serious,” she said firmly and grasped his chin, turning his head back. "I would love to do it again." And God, how cute was he when he was adorably flushed and flattered? He smiled, a little shyly and admitted, "I would like that, too. Happy New Year, Agent Po." She closed the distance between them again and murmured the same against his mouth before capturing his lips for another kiss.
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When Une arrived in the morning, she took great pleasure in forcing them to explain why they hadn’t gotten their work done even though she knew the answer. The awkward shuffles, stuttering excuses, and flaming cheeks were both damning and sadistically entertaining.
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