Challenge 225 stand
Title: One Night Stand
Author: ingvild
Characters: Dorothy/Sylvia, Duo, Quatre, Trowa, Hilde, Sally, Relena/Heero (eventually), and...Wufei/Catherine!?
Rating/Word Count: PG-15, 1 144 words (sorry!)
Notes: I’m not going to ask for a Dorothy/Sylvia tag, but maybe a rare pairings tag? Oh, and if omnicat wants this for the rare pairings challenge, link away.
It was Relena’s fault that they met.
When she went off to rebuild Sanc during the war, Relena had felt somewhat guilty about just leaving her mother, so she’d introduced her to Mrs. Noventa. This had turned out to be a smashing success. In fact, the two women got along so well that now, two years after the war, they’d decided to go to a tropical island for New Years.
For Sylvia, this posed a problem. All her friends at school had gone home, she had no other family, and had rather lost contact with her other friends, and felt it would be rude to just invite herself somewhere. Mrs. Darlian mentioned this to Relena, who called Quatre and asked if he would mind one more person at his New Year’s party.
Dorothy had received an invitation from Quatre personally, but was going to refuse. That plan went down the drain when Relena called and said in her “I once ruled the world, don’t argue with me”-voice: “Everyone’s trying to lead new lives now, Dorothy. Are you going to avoid them forever?”
So now they were there in Quatre’s colony mansion, feeling like outcasts, both of them. The former Gundam pilots were one group, surprisingly loose-knit but they still all had history. Relena and the Preventer Sally Po seemed to be almost part of the group (it was only later that they realised that Relena had never met either Trowa Barton or Wufei Chang before). Duo Maxwell’s best friend/business partner/sidekick/moral support/person he flirted with, Hilde Schbeiker, only knew Duo and Relena, but she was so naturally positive, friendly and, well, perky that it didn’t seem to bother her. Catherine Bloom had her brother and seemed to know all the other pilots, although, from the suspicious glances she gave Duo and Quatre and the outright glare she levelled at Heero, that wasn’t altogether a good thing.
Maybe it didn’t matter so much that while Dorothy had history with several of them, it was mostly bad.
She was still glad that Maxwell and Schbeiker had somehow managed to get hold of alcohol, even though Sally and Catherine were the only ones old enough to drink.
Sylvia was debating whether or not to go over to Heero and Relena. After all, Relena could make anyone feel welcome, and she had developed an odd sort of friendship with Heero (which mostly consisted of her telling him about medical school, and him asking vital questions like “what does cold turkey have to do with intoxication” and “if people don’t want to hear the truth, why do they ask?”). However, she was curiously unwilling to interrupt the high-pressure, mildly psychotic courting ritual they seemed to have going. As far as she could tell, it consisted of painfully polite (Relena) and bluntly honest (Heero) conversation about everything EXCEPT the possibility of future couple-hood, lightening glances and tiny, shy smiles.
“If those two ever get over themselves I don’t want to be there,” said a low voice next to her. Sylvia turned to look at Dorothy, who gave her a sardonic smile. “I expect the released sexual tension might actually blow up something fairly large, like the house they’re in.”
Sylvia smothered a giggle, before she struck out her hand. “I’m glad to finally make your acquaintance, Lady Catalonia.”
Somewhere, Dorothy mused, their respective grandfathers were howling in the afterlife. Well, hers, anyway. Sylvia’s had been keen on reconciliation after all, though maybe not with Romafeller. Blowing a mental raspberry at the two dead old men, she took Sylvia’s hand. Her grip was firm and warm.
“Dorothy, please, and the pleasure is all mine, Miss Noventa.”
“Sylvia, please.” The shorter girl gave her a considering look. “Would you like to find a quiet corner and talk?”
“It would be my pleasure.”
**********
The night went on.
Trowa was deep in conversation with Duo, Quatre and Hilde - well, he was listening, anyway - and so didn’t notice Wufei trying rather frantically to get his attention without actually moving.
Moving was surprisingly difficult with a more-than-slightly-tipsy Catherine hanging on his shoulders.
“I LIKE you. You’re NICE. You’re the only one who didn’t try to take my brother away. And you smell like sandalwood. And you’re CUTE with your mouth open like that.”
Wufei shut his mouth with an almost audible snap and threw a rather desperate glance at his partner.
Sally, however, was no help. She was biting her lips harshly and her shoulders were shaking with silent laughter.
The bell struck and the light display - flickering over the colony shell because actual fireworks were forbidden in the enclosed atmosphere - began.
“Awright! Midnight! Babes of either gender, the line for braided wonder kissage starts here!”
“Duo!”
“You can be first!”
Hilde and Quatre both rolled their eyes before they glanced at each other. Identical evil smirks spread over their faces. As one they jumped on Duo and tackled him to the ground.
“Hey, one at a time...Ack! No tickling! Stoppit!”
Relena giggled and Heero snorted. Then they both looked at each other and blushed. However, before they could do anything as bold as actually touch each other, Wufei gave a strangled scream. Strangled, because Catherine’s tongue was down his throat.
Trowa finally looked at his sister and blanched. Sally swallowed her laughter and went to save her partner from asphyxiation.
“Behold, the heroes of the Earth Sphere,” Dorothy muttered so softly that only Sylvia heard her. Sylvia giggled, but then she sobered up and gave Dorothy a slightly predatory glance.
“Tradition?” she asked softly.
“Why not?” Dorothy responded. Their lips met. The kiss was only polite and chaste and soft for a few seconds.
**********
Dorothy was pretty sure that tradition did not say that one should end up in bed with the person one kissed and have wild, steamy sex with them.
Not that she was complaining.
Kissing wasn’t the only thing Sylvia could do with her mouth.
“Having second thoughts?” came the sleepy question from beside her.
“I’m a bit unsure of what this was, exactly,” Dorothy admitted.
“I must be loosing my touch,” Sylvia murmured, and Dorothy blushed. Sylvia grinned at her. “Need a reminder?”
“No, but I’d like one anyway,” Dorothy said. “I’m just not...oh...not sure where we - AH! - go from here?”
Sylvia lifted her mouth from the nipple she had been suckling. “I’m not sure, and I don’t know you well enough to take a guess at where you want us to go. I have my studies, you have a fortune to manage, and I’m not sure how much we’d see of each other.”
“A one night stand then?”
“I guess.”
“Alright. But if you just keep...doing...that...with your fingers, I think I might just come look you up if I’m in the neighbourhood.”
“I think you might just come as well,” Sylvia murmured, and smothered Dorothy’s laugh with her mouth.
Author: ingvild
Characters: Dorothy/Sylvia, Duo, Quatre, Trowa, Hilde, Sally, Relena/Heero (eventually), and...Wufei/Catherine!?
Rating/Word Count: PG-15, 1 144 words (sorry!)
Notes: I’m not going to ask for a Dorothy/Sylvia tag, but maybe a rare pairings tag? Oh, and if omnicat wants this for the rare pairings challenge, link away.
It was Relena’s fault that they met.
When she went off to rebuild Sanc during the war, Relena had felt somewhat guilty about just leaving her mother, so she’d introduced her to Mrs. Noventa. This had turned out to be a smashing success. In fact, the two women got along so well that now, two years after the war, they’d decided to go to a tropical island for New Years.
For Sylvia, this posed a problem. All her friends at school had gone home, she had no other family, and had rather lost contact with her other friends, and felt it would be rude to just invite herself somewhere. Mrs. Darlian mentioned this to Relena, who called Quatre and asked if he would mind one more person at his New Year’s party.
Dorothy had received an invitation from Quatre personally, but was going to refuse. That plan went down the drain when Relena called and said in her “I once ruled the world, don’t argue with me”-voice: “Everyone’s trying to lead new lives now, Dorothy. Are you going to avoid them forever?”
So now they were there in Quatre’s colony mansion, feeling like outcasts, both of them. The former Gundam pilots were one group, surprisingly loose-knit but they still all had history. Relena and the Preventer Sally Po seemed to be almost part of the group (it was only later that they realised that Relena had never met either Trowa Barton or Wufei Chang before). Duo Maxwell’s best friend/business partner/sidekick/moral support/person he flirted with, Hilde Schbeiker, only knew Duo and Relena, but she was so naturally positive, friendly and, well, perky that it didn’t seem to bother her. Catherine Bloom had her brother and seemed to know all the other pilots, although, from the suspicious glances she gave Duo and Quatre and the outright glare she levelled at Heero, that wasn’t altogether a good thing.
Maybe it didn’t matter so much that while Dorothy had history with several of them, it was mostly bad.
She was still glad that Maxwell and Schbeiker had somehow managed to get hold of alcohol, even though Sally and Catherine were the only ones old enough to drink.
Sylvia was debating whether or not to go over to Heero and Relena. After all, Relena could make anyone feel welcome, and she had developed an odd sort of friendship with Heero (which mostly consisted of her telling him about medical school, and him asking vital questions like “what does cold turkey have to do with intoxication” and “if people don’t want to hear the truth, why do they ask?”). However, she was curiously unwilling to interrupt the high-pressure, mildly psychotic courting ritual they seemed to have going. As far as she could tell, it consisted of painfully polite (Relena) and bluntly honest (Heero) conversation about everything EXCEPT the possibility of future couple-hood, lightening glances and tiny, shy smiles.
“If those two ever get over themselves I don’t want to be there,” said a low voice next to her. Sylvia turned to look at Dorothy, who gave her a sardonic smile. “I expect the released sexual tension might actually blow up something fairly large, like the house they’re in.”
Sylvia smothered a giggle, before she struck out her hand. “I’m glad to finally make your acquaintance, Lady Catalonia.”
Somewhere, Dorothy mused, their respective grandfathers were howling in the afterlife. Well, hers, anyway. Sylvia’s had been keen on reconciliation after all, though maybe not with Romafeller. Blowing a mental raspberry at the two dead old men, she took Sylvia’s hand. Her grip was firm and warm.
“Dorothy, please, and the pleasure is all mine, Miss Noventa.”
“Sylvia, please.” The shorter girl gave her a considering look. “Would you like to find a quiet corner and talk?”
“It would be my pleasure.”
**********
The night went on.
Trowa was deep in conversation with Duo, Quatre and Hilde - well, he was listening, anyway - and so didn’t notice Wufei trying rather frantically to get his attention without actually moving.
Moving was surprisingly difficult with a more-than-slightly-tipsy Catherine hanging on his shoulders.
“I LIKE you. You’re NICE. You’re the only one who didn’t try to take my brother away. And you smell like sandalwood. And you’re CUTE with your mouth open like that.”
Wufei shut his mouth with an almost audible snap and threw a rather desperate glance at his partner.
Sally, however, was no help. She was biting her lips harshly and her shoulders were shaking with silent laughter.
The bell struck and the light display - flickering over the colony shell because actual fireworks were forbidden in the enclosed atmosphere - began.
“Awright! Midnight! Babes of either gender, the line for braided wonder kissage starts here!”
“Duo!”
“You can be first!”
Hilde and Quatre both rolled their eyes before they glanced at each other. Identical evil smirks spread over their faces. As one they jumped on Duo and tackled him to the ground.
“Hey, one at a time...Ack! No tickling! Stoppit!”
Relena giggled and Heero snorted. Then they both looked at each other and blushed. However, before they could do anything as bold as actually touch each other, Wufei gave a strangled scream. Strangled, because Catherine’s tongue was down his throat.
Trowa finally looked at his sister and blanched. Sally swallowed her laughter and went to save her partner from asphyxiation.
“Behold, the heroes of the Earth Sphere,” Dorothy muttered so softly that only Sylvia heard her. Sylvia giggled, but then she sobered up and gave Dorothy a slightly predatory glance.
“Tradition?” she asked softly.
“Why not?” Dorothy responded. Their lips met. The kiss was only polite and chaste and soft for a few seconds.
**********
Dorothy was pretty sure that tradition did not say that one should end up in bed with the person one kissed and have wild, steamy sex with them.
Not that she was complaining.
Kissing wasn’t the only thing Sylvia could do with her mouth.
“Having second thoughts?” came the sleepy question from beside her.
“I’m a bit unsure of what this was, exactly,” Dorothy admitted.
“I must be loosing my touch,” Sylvia murmured, and Dorothy blushed. Sylvia grinned at her. “Need a reminder?”
“No, but I’d like one anyway,” Dorothy said. “I’m just not...oh...not sure where we - AH! - go from here?”
Sylvia lifted her mouth from the nipple she had been suckling. “I’m not sure, and I don’t know you well enough to take a guess at where you want us to go. I have my studies, you have a fortune to manage, and I’m not sure how much we’d see of each other.”
“A one night stand then?”
“I guess.”
“Alright. But if you just keep...doing...that...with your fingers, I think I might just come look you up if I’m in the neighbourhood.”
“I think you might just come as well,” Sylvia murmured, and smothered Dorothy’s laugh with her mouth.