[GW] Checkmate, 3/3
WRITTEN: March 10, 2005 (2:21pm)
CATEGORY: Gundam Wing
PAIRING: Zechs/Noin
RATING: pg-13
GENRE: romance/humour
A/N: Alas, it is the end of the story. If any of you are interested in listening to the song used, e-mail me and I'll get it to you. I thank you for all your comments and encouragements with this fanfic, and for you to remember that a combination of sporks, liquor, and lingerie is bad. Very very bad for the virtuous mind, but oh so fine when it comes to writing crack. Enjoy.
Warnings for sexual overtones, language, and an Aladdin reference.
CHECKMATE
PART 3
[where we left off in part two]
Lucrezia Noin opened her mouth wide and yawned, not caring whether her bed partner was bothered by her lack of etiquette or not. As she sat up and arched her back, she could see his lips pressed tight and although he was trying so very hard to ignore it, he was watching her out of the corner of his eyes. So she had turned down his offer of showering with him, what of it? Her legs were dangling off the edge of the bed, hands at the ready to push herself off when he asked,
"Noin, did you rearrange my bathroom?"
With perfect calmness she replied,
"Nope."
Without moving any other part of his body, Zechs followed her with his eyes and asked her again whether she had done anything to his belongings. Running her hands over her face to stifle another yawn, she turned her head his way and replied,
"Nope."
His chest rose and fell as he exhaled, he seemed sedated by her answer.
Or he was just sedated period.
As Noin walked barefoot towards the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom, she hesitated. With a touch of colour on her face, she questioned whether it'd be okay for her to use this one, or if she should use the other ones inside the house.
"After all, it's your place."
Sighing, he sat up on the bed and made eye contact with her. It was hard not to notice the way his platinum-white hair fell over his broad back, nor the well-toned muscles of his arms. Noin made a memo to herself as she leaned against the door to never cut his hair, it was just too beautiful that it could make Duo weep.
"It's our place now."
And so he smiled at her, and she smiled back at him before she disappeared behind the door. Maybe things won't be so awkward between them anymore, maybe the worst shock of the day was over.
Zechs abandoned the bed and scratched his head, his smile grew wider as he placed the pillows near the headboard and tucked the edges of the flannel sheets under the mattress. When the duvet and other accessories were fluffed up and put away nicely, he decided to pick up some of the toys that were lying on the carpet. He could hear her footsteps echoing and from the sounds of it, she was searching for something.
"Zechs!"
Moving various articles into one pile of the room, he hollered back at her through the walls.
"What?"
"There's only one towel in here, and it's not big enough!" Noin yelled in exasperation as she stared at the half-size cloth and looked at herself in the mirror. When his reply was "did you bring any of yours?" she hung the mini-washcloth back on the ring and told him,
"Don't you have any clean ones?"
"They're all dirty."
It figured, even this one was starting to smell a little. With the word "eww" coming to mind, she opened the door partially and slipped out, she didn't want him to see anything that he shouldn't. Noin was greeted with the sight of her Milliardo's ass in full view as he continued his quest in gathering all of their fun toys and discarded clothes. Just glorious, and she had to look away as a fit of giggles threatened to override her sensibility.
"What is it Lieutenant?" She picked up a magazine and tried to frown to hide her smile.
"Nothing, maybe I'll take a shower a little later." With both of them cooperating, the bedroom was cleaned up and organized in what really did seem like the blink of an eye. They knew that they made a great team in most things, they were just too stubborn regarding anything else. Well, maybe this project was a bit of a competition for them. For when it was all said and done, they faced each other and tried not to admit that they had been trying to one-up each other during the process, complete with secretive looks of longing.
"Hungry?" Incidently, he had to hold the can of whipped cream in his hand. Really, this was not helping either of them in their secret desire.
"A little." He opened the door and let her pass through first, an act which she knew was obviously intentional. That was fine by her, if bumping into each other constantly in half-undressed bodies didn't bother him at all, she wouldn't be either. Oh, and that can belonged to him, he had admitted it. But there was still much more to do around the house.
Oh, they were both being stupid, all this was a ploy to avoid the awkwardness which would certainly lead to un-idleness and un-dressing. Was is so wrong to acknowledge that you wanted your friend to be more than a friend? Sure, they had both joked around with the idea but when push came to shove, they were chickens about holding each other's hands.
So last night's ploy to get these two to sleep together didn't exactly fail, but it didn't exactly work either. Sure, they slept together in the same bed, but if they couldn't remember anything physically significant that happened within the past 24 hours, damned be their badges. Most likely it didn't happen. More than one person would be greatly disappointed.
But when Zechs woke up to find Noin monopolizing his pillow and her knee gutting him in the stomach, he realized that all he wanted was her. Perhaps it had only been her.
"How do you like your eggs?" he inquired nonchalent.
Unfertilized honey, unfertilized.
"Fried to a crisp."
As he beat the yolks into a smushy liquidy pulp, Noin continued the cleaning spree where he had left of earlier in the day. The clock read 7:45 am, still relatively early in the morning, especially if it was your day off. Tossing things here and there, Lucrezia found a blue terrycloth robe that fitted her nicely. She rolled up the sleeves and tied the sash around waist as sounds from the kitchen echoed out into the living room.
Inwardly, Milliardo was glad that his best friend had moved in with him, although he was quick to argue with her about it. There was a lot to be done around the place anyway, such as cleaning and organizing and dusting and cooperating and fucking and -
Milliardo realized that cover of the salt shaker had popped off and was now forming a mountain of salt on the eggs. He sighed. He should've known.
"Noin, you're not allergic to sodium chloride are you?" he called out.
"No, why?"
"Just make sure that you don't eat these eggs by themselves, I think there's extra ketchup in the fridge. I'm making toast after. Fruits are on the table."
As they sat down at the now-clean table and helped themselves to the food, did Lucrezia finally notice a change in Zechs's mannerisms. Maybe it was the way he was eating - well picking at his food, or the way that he looked at her when she was eating hers, or maybe it was just him being strange. At least he had the decency to put on a shirt, albeit unbuttoned.
Oh god, please don't make him take up the mask again.
"Aren't you hungry?"
"Not so much," he admitted, "I'm not much of a chef so leftovers and quick meals are my usual." At least he still talked sensibly, she thought. Being a preventer and his partner in work, she could relate to the stress and lack of time they had for the culinary arts. However, she was a little more fortunate than he was.
"You know, I could teach you." His eyes widened and his face lit up, making Noin feel funny in the stomach. She choked on her smushy yellow food, "but you do the dishes when I cook,"
"And you do the dishes when I cook. Got it." It was an agreement.
True to their words, Lucrezia Noin took up the dishes as it was his turn to purge the refridgerator of all things strange, foreign, and expired. It amazed both of them just how many bottles of Drink Me were crammed into his fridge, although they were left untouched since the first one he had opened had smelled of something definitely unholy. The artichoke dip was chucked out mercifully as well. It was time well spent within each other's company, as long as they stayed out of sight from each other, Milliardo didn't keep trying to peak down the front of her robe and Noin didn't have to keep biting her lip whenever his shirt flared open as he walked.
"Noin," she turned her head his way when he called her hesitantly. "I just found a note." Nodding her head, it's was a confirmation for him to continue. "It's a memo in your writing, Sally's coming by today."
The bottom of her stomach fell out as they faced each other, faced their surroundings, then back to themselves.
"What time?"
"20 minutes."
That was simply not enough time to get everything done.
"ZECHS!” she screamed at him as he stood behind her not knowing where to place his hands, "THEY'RE JUST PIECES OF CLOTH GODDAMN IT!" The formalities of civilized conversation were all but thrown out the window as they rushed out the house, going from room to room, grabbing boxes of Noin's belongings and dumping them into the spare bedroom. Anything else was thrown into the den, although things had gotten desperate when Noin suggested they suck up the individual chess pieces with a vacuum. That was a no-no.
But now, right now, all Noin wanted to do was get undressed as fast as he could. It really was a shame that some men didn't know how to multitask, she told him heatedly as he stood beside her stupidly, watching her fumble with the knot of the bathrobe that turned out to be his. She didn't ask why he didn't change into more proper clothing in preparation for Sally's visit but maybe he had something else on his mind. So far she had managed to pull the neck of the robe down as it hung off her shoulders.
"The tie's frayed," she muttered, the robe slipped down even more. And then there was cleavage.
"You want me to help?" Milliardo interjected, taking a step backwards when all he wanted to do was tear those clothes from her body and have his wicked, wicked way with her, but he wasn't going to say that, not even if that was what exactly what she was thinking as well.
To him, it was just pure unadulterated torture. This was revenge.
Oh sweet mother of earth, what had he done to evoke such wrath?! All he wanted was her, was that too much to ask?
"ZECHS!"
He frowned.
"Oh stop it, we need to get changed before they get here."
They?
Looking at him straight in the eyes, Noin whispered rather nervously,
"Where Sally goes, Wufei goes." Milliardo immediately conjured up an unpleasant image of the young man inspecting their home for any inciminating evidence. If he opened that door, if he stepped inside the house, if he saw them copulating and screaming within the throes of passion...
Okay! So it was off with the robes!
A silver car pulled up into the driveway and inside it, two people were arguing heatedly.
Zechs had quickly pinned Noin between the bed and his body, and his fingers were frantically scraping the pitiful cord that tightened around her waist everytime he pulled on a thread. Her hands were clenced, as was her jaw, and Zechs constantly had to tell her to stop bouncing on her toes if she wanted to be free of the cursed robe. She kept whispering for him to keep going as he worked frantically. With a giant rip the robe was torn in two and it was back to the corset.
*DING*
"NO!" Milliardo yelled in her face and their eyes locked. It was far too early.
*DING DING*
Lucrezia put a hand over her mouth to curb her swearing as Milliardo's profanity increased. Just when things were looking good, it was conveniently taken away from him. Sally Po of all people, that woman had a bad habit of showing up early for work, for last night's party, and now this. He ground his teeth as he grabbed Noin by the hand, sans robe, and dragged her to the window where they could see the car. They must be waiting.
He left Noin and ran to the door and unlocked it. There were voices on the other side already, he could hear them whispering
Anytime now.
He sprinted back and pulled her near one of the couches as he looked deep into her eyes and he asked her a question of utmost importance.
*DINGDINGDINGDINGDING*
There was a rap on the door and more talking.
Looking absolutely harried and wild, Zechs grabbed held her by the shoulders, a whirlwind forming in his eyes as he ushered her towards one of the couches. It was now or never.
"Do you trust me?"
"What?"
"Noin, do you trust me?"
"Yes..." came the uneasy reply.
That was the signal. Without preamble, Zechs pounced on her and brought them crashing down on the couch. Noin screamed bloody murder as all the air from her lungs were squeezed out. Sally screamed heresy when she heard her best friend's cries from inside of the house. Wufei screamed abuse when Sally used him as a batting ram and continued to spew out numerous unrelated words the door gave way and they both stumbled inside. Milliardo screamed nothing, or rather, was unable to scream at all as he kissed Noin full on the lips and wrapped his hands around her body.
And she was kissing him back. She was kissing him back. Oh, but that wasn't all that she was doing. Oh no.
Stunned, Sally screamed at the top of her lungs at the scene before her.
"MY EYES!" she yelled as she turned her head away, utterly scarred that she actually caught her two friends doing something. She always wanted them to get together, but not in her presence! Wufei just stood by the door, blinking furiously, attempting to process what had happenned. When Noin's leg suddenly appeared and wrapped its incredibly lacy self around Milliardo's neck, they knew that it was time to get out of there fast.
And that was how it became to be, the beginning of the end, meaning the end of all clothing and inhibitions and reservations that Zechs and Noin had before the moment he had kissed her. Granted, it was the beginning of many kisses, in many places and positions, but that's beside the point.
Deliberately, Noin rolled onto her back and yawned, stretching out her arms and legs in the most seductive of ways. She lay upside down on the downy covers of their bed, her toes touching the headboard and her arms moving up and down on the mattress as if she was making a snow angel.
“So, what are we going to do?” She bit on the end of a nail and smiled at Milliardo, who was right beside her. Crawling towards him, she craned her neck upwards and sideways, he was propped up on one elbow, a single white sheet covering him. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, she knew that he was still peeking at her.
“Did you say something?”
Biting her lip, she took mischievous pleasure in her position. Flat on her stomach and naked like a newborn babe, Noin swung her legs high in the air and smiled. Milliardo fell back on the pillows and stared at her.
“Noin!”
She burst out in laughter.
That was the mistake. Before she knew it, Milliardo had dive-bombed towards her and tried to grab her leg. She batted his hand away smoothly, only to meet with something soft and warm. She was attacked with kisses and pillows as he brought himself closer to her, pinning her down to the bed with their combined weight.
“I win,” he grinned.
“Not quite.”
- - -
THANK YOU'S:
White Witch for the initial idea, Maeko for her suggestions on the teaser, and to those who reviewed on FFN and BI
CATEGORY: Gundam Wing
PAIRING: Zechs/Noin
RATING: pg-13
GENRE: romance/humour
A/N: Alas, it is the end of the story. If any of you are interested in listening to the song used, e-mail me and I'll get it to you. I thank you for all your comments and encouragements with this fanfic, and for you to remember that a combination of sporks, liquor, and lingerie is bad. Very very bad for the virtuous mind, but oh so fine when it comes to writing crack. Enjoy.
Warnings for sexual overtones, language, and an Aladdin reference.
CHECKMATE
PART 3
[where we left off in part two]
Lucrezia Noin opened her mouth wide and yawned, not caring whether her bed partner was bothered by her lack of etiquette or not. As she sat up and arched her back, she could see his lips pressed tight and although he was trying so very hard to ignore it, he was watching her out of the corner of his eyes. So she had turned down his offer of showering with him, what of it? Her legs were dangling off the edge of the bed, hands at the ready to push herself off when he asked,
"Noin, did you rearrange my bathroom?"
With perfect calmness she replied,
"Nope."
Without moving any other part of his body, Zechs followed her with his eyes and asked her again whether she had done anything to his belongings. Running her hands over her face to stifle another yawn, she turned her head his way and replied,
"Nope."
His chest rose and fell as he exhaled, he seemed sedated by her answer.
Or he was just sedated period.
As Noin walked barefoot towards the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom, she hesitated. With a touch of colour on her face, she questioned whether it'd be okay for her to use this one, or if she should use the other ones inside the house.
"After all, it's your place."
Sighing, he sat up on the bed and made eye contact with her. It was hard not to notice the way his platinum-white hair fell over his broad back, nor the well-toned muscles of his arms. Noin made a memo to herself as she leaned against the door to never cut his hair, it was just too beautiful that it could make Duo weep.
"It's our place now."
And so he smiled at her, and she smiled back at him before she disappeared behind the door. Maybe things won't be so awkward between them anymore, maybe the worst shock of the day was over.
Zechs abandoned the bed and scratched his head, his smile grew wider as he placed the pillows near the headboard and tucked the edges of the flannel sheets under the mattress. When the duvet and other accessories were fluffed up and put away nicely, he decided to pick up some of the toys that were lying on the carpet. He could hear her footsteps echoing and from the sounds of it, she was searching for something.
"Zechs!"
Moving various articles into one pile of the room, he hollered back at her through the walls.
"What?"
"There's only one towel in here, and it's not big enough!" Noin yelled in exasperation as she stared at the half-size cloth and looked at herself in the mirror. When his reply was "did you bring any of yours?" she hung the mini-washcloth back on the ring and told him,
"Don't you have any clean ones?"
"They're all dirty."
It figured, even this one was starting to smell a little. With the word "eww" coming to mind, she opened the door partially and slipped out, she didn't want him to see anything that he shouldn't. Noin was greeted with the sight of her Milliardo's ass in full view as he continued his quest in gathering all of their fun toys and discarded clothes. Just glorious, and she had to look away as a fit of giggles threatened to override her sensibility.
"What is it Lieutenant?" She picked up a magazine and tried to frown to hide her smile.
"Nothing, maybe I'll take a shower a little later." With both of them cooperating, the bedroom was cleaned up and organized in what really did seem like the blink of an eye. They knew that they made a great team in most things, they were just too stubborn regarding anything else. Well, maybe this project was a bit of a competition for them. For when it was all said and done, they faced each other and tried not to admit that they had been trying to one-up each other during the process, complete with secretive looks of longing.
"Hungry?" Incidently, he had to hold the can of whipped cream in his hand. Really, this was not helping either of them in their secret desire.
"A little." He opened the door and let her pass through first, an act which she knew was obviously intentional. That was fine by her, if bumping into each other constantly in half-undressed bodies didn't bother him at all, she wouldn't be either. Oh, and that can belonged to him, he had admitted it. But there was still much more to do around the house.
Oh, they were both being stupid, all this was a ploy to avoid the awkwardness which would certainly lead to un-idleness and un-dressing. Was is so wrong to acknowledge that you wanted your friend to be more than a friend? Sure, they had both joked around with the idea but when push came to shove, they were chickens about holding each other's hands.
So last night's ploy to get these two to sleep together didn't exactly fail, but it didn't exactly work either. Sure, they slept together in the same bed, but if they couldn't remember anything physically significant that happened within the past 24 hours, damned be their badges. Most likely it didn't happen. More than one person would be greatly disappointed.
But when Zechs woke up to find Noin monopolizing his pillow and her knee gutting him in the stomach, he realized that all he wanted was her. Perhaps it had only been her.
"How do you like your eggs?" he inquired nonchalent.
Unfertilized honey, unfertilized.
"Fried to a crisp."
As he beat the yolks into a smushy liquidy pulp, Noin continued the cleaning spree where he had left of earlier in the day. The clock read 7:45 am, still relatively early in the morning, especially if it was your day off. Tossing things here and there, Lucrezia found a blue terrycloth robe that fitted her nicely. She rolled up the sleeves and tied the sash around waist as sounds from the kitchen echoed out into the living room.
Inwardly, Milliardo was glad that his best friend had moved in with him, although he was quick to argue with her about it. There was a lot to be done around the place anyway, such as cleaning and organizing and dusting and cooperating and fucking and -
Milliardo realized that cover of the salt shaker had popped off and was now forming a mountain of salt on the eggs. He sighed. He should've known.
"Noin, you're not allergic to sodium chloride are you?" he called out.
"No, why?"
"Just make sure that you don't eat these eggs by themselves, I think there's extra ketchup in the fridge. I'm making toast after. Fruits are on the table."
As they sat down at the now-clean table and helped themselves to the food, did Lucrezia finally notice a change in Zechs's mannerisms. Maybe it was the way he was eating - well picking at his food, or the way that he looked at her when she was eating hers, or maybe it was just him being strange. At least he had the decency to put on a shirt, albeit unbuttoned.
Oh god, please don't make him take up the mask again.
"Aren't you hungry?"
"Not so much," he admitted, "I'm not much of a chef so leftovers and quick meals are my usual." At least he still talked sensibly, she thought. Being a preventer and his partner in work, she could relate to the stress and lack of time they had for the culinary arts. However, she was a little more fortunate than he was.
"You know, I could teach you." His eyes widened and his face lit up, making Noin feel funny in the stomach. She choked on her smushy yellow food, "but you do the dishes when I cook,"
"And you do the dishes when I cook. Got it." It was an agreement.
True to their words, Lucrezia Noin took up the dishes as it was his turn to purge the refridgerator of all things strange, foreign, and expired. It amazed both of them just how many bottles of Drink Me were crammed into his fridge, although they were left untouched since the first one he had opened had smelled of something definitely unholy. The artichoke dip was chucked out mercifully as well. It was time well spent within each other's company, as long as they stayed out of sight from each other, Milliardo didn't keep trying to peak down the front of her robe and Noin didn't have to keep biting her lip whenever his shirt flared open as he walked.
"Noin," she turned her head his way when he called her hesitantly. "I just found a note." Nodding her head, it's was a confirmation for him to continue. "It's a memo in your writing, Sally's coming by today."
The bottom of her stomach fell out as they faced each other, faced their surroundings, then back to themselves.
"What time?"
"20 minutes."
That was simply not enough time to get everything done.
"ZECHS!” she screamed at him as he stood behind her not knowing where to place his hands, "THEY'RE JUST PIECES OF CLOTH GODDAMN IT!" The formalities of civilized conversation were all but thrown out the window as they rushed out the house, going from room to room, grabbing boxes of Noin's belongings and dumping them into the spare bedroom. Anything else was thrown into the den, although things had gotten desperate when Noin suggested they suck up the individual chess pieces with a vacuum. That was a no-no.
But now, right now, all Noin wanted to do was get undressed as fast as he could. It really was a shame that some men didn't know how to multitask, she told him heatedly as he stood beside her stupidly, watching her fumble with the knot of the bathrobe that turned out to be his. She didn't ask why he didn't change into more proper clothing in preparation for Sally's visit but maybe he had something else on his mind. So far she had managed to pull the neck of the robe down as it hung off her shoulders.
"The tie's frayed," she muttered, the robe slipped down even more. And then there was cleavage.
"You want me to help?" Milliardo interjected, taking a step backwards when all he wanted to do was tear those clothes from her body and have his wicked, wicked way with her, but he wasn't going to say that, not even if that was what exactly what she was thinking as well.
To him, it was just pure unadulterated torture. This was revenge.
Oh sweet mother of earth, what had he done to evoke such wrath?! All he wanted was her, was that too much to ask?
"ZECHS!"
He frowned.
"Oh stop it, we need to get changed before they get here."
They?
Looking at him straight in the eyes, Noin whispered rather nervously,
"Where Sally goes, Wufei goes." Milliardo immediately conjured up an unpleasant image of the young man inspecting their home for any inciminating evidence. If he opened that door, if he stepped inside the house, if he saw them copulating and screaming within the throes of passion...
Okay! So it was off with the robes!
A silver car pulled up into the driveway and inside it, two people were arguing heatedly.
Zechs had quickly pinned Noin between the bed and his body, and his fingers were frantically scraping the pitiful cord that tightened around her waist everytime he pulled on a thread. Her hands were clenced, as was her jaw, and Zechs constantly had to tell her to stop bouncing on her toes if she wanted to be free of the cursed robe. She kept whispering for him to keep going as he worked frantically. With a giant rip the robe was torn in two and it was back to the corset.
*DING*
"NO!" Milliardo yelled in her face and their eyes locked. It was far too early.
*DING DING*
Lucrezia put a hand over her mouth to curb her swearing as Milliardo's profanity increased. Just when things were looking good, it was conveniently taken away from him. Sally Po of all people, that woman had a bad habit of showing up early for work, for last night's party, and now this. He ground his teeth as he grabbed Noin by the hand, sans robe, and dragged her to the window where they could see the car. They must be waiting.
He left Noin and ran to the door and unlocked it. There were voices on the other side already, he could hear them whispering
Anytime now.
He sprinted back and pulled her near one of the couches as he looked deep into her eyes and he asked her a question of utmost importance.
*DINGDINGDINGDINGDING*
There was a rap on the door and more talking.
Looking absolutely harried and wild, Zechs grabbed held her by the shoulders, a whirlwind forming in his eyes as he ushered her towards one of the couches. It was now or never.
"Do you trust me?"
"What?"
"Noin, do you trust me?"
"Yes..." came the uneasy reply.
That was the signal. Without preamble, Zechs pounced on her and brought them crashing down on the couch. Noin screamed bloody murder as all the air from her lungs were squeezed out. Sally screamed heresy when she heard her best friend's cries from inside of the house. Wufei screamed abuse when Sally used him as a batting ram and continued to spew out numerous unrelated words the door gave way and they both stumbled inside. Milliardo screamed nothing, or rather, was unable to scream at all as he kissed Noin full on the lips and wrapped his hands around her body.
And she was kissing him back. She was kissing him back. Oh, but that wasn't all that she was doing. Oh no.
Stunned, Sally screamed at the top of her lungs at the scene before her.
"MY EYES!" she yelled as she turned her head away, utterly scarred that she actually caught her two friends doing something. She always wanted them to get together, but not in her presence! Wufei just stood by the door, blinking furiously, attempting to process what had happenned. When Noin's leg suddenly appeared and wrapped its incredibly lacy self around Milliardo's neck, they knew that it was time to get out of there fast.
And that was how it became to be, the beginning of the end, meaning the end of all clothing and inhibitions and reservations that Zechs and Noin had before the moment he had kissed her. Granted, it was the beginning of many kisses, in many places and positions, but that's beside the point.
Deliberately, Noin rolled onto her back and yawned, stretching out her arms and legs in the most seductive of ways. She lay upside down on the downy covers of their bed, her toes touching the headboard and her arms moving up and down on the mattress as if she was making a snow angel.
“So, what are we going to do?” She bit on the end of a nail and smiled at Milliardo, who was right beside her. Crawling towards him, she craned her neck upwards and sideways, he was propped up on one elbow, a single white sheet covering him. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, she knew that he was still peeking at her.
“Did you say something?”
Biting her lip, she took mischievous pleasure in her position. Flat on her stomach and naked like a newborn babe, Noin swung her legs high in the air and smiled. Milliardo fell back on the pillows and stared at her.
“Noin!”
She burst out in laughter.
That was the mistake. Before she knew it, Milliardo had dive-bombed towards her and tried to grab her leg. She batted his hand away smoothly, only to meet with something soft and warm. She was attacked with kisses and pillows as he brought himself closer to her, pinning her down to the bed with their combined weight.
“I win,” he grinned.
“Not quite.”
- - -
THANK YOU'S:
White Witch for the initial idea, Maeko for her suggestions on the teaser, and to those who reviewed on FFN and BI