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"Baby Series 3"Written By: Karina Rating: PG Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Pairing: Wu Fei Notes: Challenge 163. Baby Series 3 #263. Takes place a few minutes following A Simple Word. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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The Shining Strand He had not realised at first but now… His fingers could not help playing with it, winding it around and around a finger until it formed a thin ring. A single strand of shining chestnut hair. A memento of his passionate, soul burning kiss with Maxwell. He was acting like some love sick female with no brain. It simply would not do. But he could not quite bring himself to pluck the wound strand from his finger and cast it aside. It was a long strand and how it had escaped that luxurious braid he could not say, but he had been supremely embarrassed by the comments of the matron who had noticed it. "Ah! Which of the lovely young ladies in attendance this evening has succeeded in leaving her mark upon you, Mr. Chang? Such a rich colour." He had been mortified as her scarlet painted nails had plucked the shining strand from the dark material and he had not been able to help himself. He had grasped it from her fingers and spun her around in the waltz with a little more enthusiasm than was necessary. Anything to get her mind off the source of that betraying strand. Thank whatever God existed that it was not a shining strand of platinum blonde. There was not a single female at the affair with hair so pale as Milliardo's. Had he snared the King for a fiercely passionate moment in private and evidence such as this single strand had been left on him… scandal! Instead of shining platinum it was glowing chestnut, a colour three or four of the young women in attendance could hold some claim to, though in his opinion none of them had just that particular shade of spectacular warm colour. They needed to exercise more care. Duo was on the dance floor, swinging a bright young thing… oh well, her. No, not so bright nor young a socialite, and certainly not a prime candidate for a world leaders partner. She was pleasant enough, he supposed, but she was certainly too air headed to be a contender for anyone with high ambitions or with a prominent inherited position to fulfil. Duo dealt with her without difficulty, his smile charming, eyes glowing and that incredibly sexy braid following his every movement. Damn. He had to stop that. He was staring like a love struck twit and he would not give away the game, nor would he have Milliardo think he was giving up on the idea of something more than friendship between them. It was a complex game they played, the three of them involved in an intricate dance. To his advantage, and Duo's, they had Pagan on side, but so many things could go wrong. Like stray mementos of private, intimate moments left in evidence for the astute observer to find. They had to have more care. ~ * ~ |
