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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 + Stephen Notes: Challenge 82. Baby Series 3 #8. Takes place
a approximately 30 minutes after A Handful.
Garnish His hair had looked light yellow, pale gold in the flickering firelight. It had seemed a pity to wake him, but orders were orders and who was he to defy the physician? Better to disturb the man than for him never to wake at all. Head wounds, even minor ones, could lead to unexpected complications. There would come a day when he could do more than carefully wake the man, get him to talk and tell him to go back to sleep. He would be a sight to behold with passion darkening the blue of his eyes; beads of perspiration tracing a seductive line down his face, cascading to follow the line of his throat. It might pool in the little hollow, just below the jugular vein. He could inhale the scent of him, hot with passion; taste the salt of him, flesh warm under his tongue and scoop the little bead into his mouth. It would be such a short stretch to suck on his earlobe. So much potential. He would be passionate in bed. Milliardo did everything with passion and entertaining a lover would be no different. He could see Pagan had the right of it. That was a lot of man to deal with and alone he and Maxwell might fail; combined they would be more than a match for him. He would writhe for them. They would show him what it was to live; what it was to love. It must be more than a need to share sex. The act of lovemaking was not the entirety of what they needed from each other. It was simply the icing on the cake… or perhaps a piece of garnish was closer to the truth. A very sweet, very volatile garnish, exploding into sensation to an eager palate. It was too soon to approach Milliardo as a lover. For the moment they needed to reinforce his awareness of their interest. They wanted something more than a tumble, passionate and wild as that undoubtedly would be. In the fullness of time it would come and when it came it would be well worth the wait. //In forty years time I want to roll over and find him lying beside me, warm and willing. Content.// His fingers caressed the curls of the child sleeping curled on his lap. Almost white curls, barely a touch of the yellow that kissed the sire’s cascading glory. Milliardo was this pale, his hair picking up the hues of what lay around them. Firelight and sunset turned his hair pale gold; moonlight brought out the silver. So many shades could be caught and reflected in those pale tresses. So many shades of colour, much like the multiple shades of the man’s moods. “Fei? I’ll take Stephen to bed if you like. Your legs must be going to sleep like that.” He met blue eyes and thought of the passion which might be reflected there, turning them intensely violet. They would do well together. ~ * ~ |
