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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 + Duo Notes: Challenge 90. Baby Series 3 #35. Takes
place at the same time as He Could Wish. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
A Taste For The Exotic //He really is dancing with me.// He had thought, when it came to the moment, Chang would find some excuse and avoid both him and the dance. He was sure something would come up and there would be no waltz, no chance for him to hold and feel that lithe body pressed close. Chang Wu Fei felt very different to a woman. The body pressed close was not curved and soft, though it was certainly warm and he smelt wonderful. There was nothing flowery about the scent, nothing soft and alluring. His cologne was subtle and strong, spicy, like Wu Fei. It was a man’s cologne. There was nothing feminine about the body pressed to his. //This waltz had better last. I don’t want it to end.// An endless waltz would allow him to savour the feel of the male form pressed to him. He could imprint the scent of cologne and the underlying scent which was solely Chang Wu Fei on his consciousness. It would allow him to get up the courage to advance their relationship another step. He knew what he wanted to be the ultimate goal, but he was uncertain what to do to get there. He said he did not make plans and he did not. He took opportunity when it was presented, jumping in feet first and praying he could swim or tread water and keep his head above the surface. He was an opportunist and though he knew what he wanted, his nature was to run from confrontation. //I may run and hide but I never tell a lie.// How many times had he said it? //No more running and hiding. I’ve decided to stand my ground and fight. Not for the world, not for others, but for me.// The street kid from L2 had grown up and acquired a taste for the exotic. //The exotic and the unreachable, but hey, no one said the best things in life were easy to attain.// Chang was as exotic as you could get. Raised to a different culture and with an attitude on occasion that could sour milk. Yet look at them now, in each others arms, dancing to the waltz which hopefully was endless. He was making inroads into Chang’s defences and it was not just this dark haired firebrand who aroused him. He had a taste for the exotic. Chang was dark mystery and fire; midnight and dragons came to mind when he thought of him. The other wore a crown, so above a street urchin’s status. A phoenix burning bright, dying only to be reborn. Silver and gold as was moonlight, the perfect compliment to Chang’s midnight mystery. That was his ultimate goal, to hold the pair; to wallow in their warmth, passion and fire. What made him think he could hold them both? What was it that drove him to court them, to win them and to savour them? //Damned if I know, but I sure as hell intend to succeed.// ~ * ~ |
