[Ficlet ~ PG-13] Noise Barrage

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Title: Noise Barrage
Length: Ficlet
Pairing: 1xR
Prompt: Sadomasochism
Teaser: "Oh yes. Dominance. You like it when I put you in your place, don't you,
dear?" Dear? She was definitely out of it. Nobody called Heero Yuy 'dear' and
lived. "Dear?" she repeated. Except her.
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5141105/5/N ... al_Nuances

Disclaimer: GW = not mine

Author's Note: Prompt 5 is "sadomasochistic."

Nonsensical Nuances
by mistress amethyst une

Noise Barrage

"Actually, Heero enjoys being dominated," declared Relena, taking another vigorous swig of white wine to relieve the stresses of the day.

"Relena, I doubt your brother is interested in those details of our relationship," snapped Heero, trying to pry the wine glass from his girlfriend's grasp. "Someone's had too much chardonnay."

"Stay out of it, Heero," sneered Dorothy.

The heiress was absentmindedly making her half-full crystal goblet sing as her fingers danced circles on the glass's rim. She was bored out of her mind, and sipping alcohol wasn't half as entertaining as watching how fast blood left the perfect soldier's face as opposed to how fast it flowed and reddened Milliardo's look of suppressed rage. Who said formal dinners had to be boring? There they were, seated at the round table of doom, trying to act like decent members of society when they were all anything but. She had suffered the entire meal in silence for her husband's sake but the wine was making her bold.

Heero ignored her, focusing and failing miserably at his mission to part Relena and her wine. He obviously didn't want to spill it on her or break the crystal. Her grip alone might very well have been enough to shatter the goblet. Where was his agility and dexterity? Grabbing something from a tipsy diplomat should have been effortless. By the time he's gotten a hold of the glass, she'd emptied it of its contents. Perhaps he would have had better luck if he wasn't constantly distracted by the damned scooping neckline on her devilish red dress.

"Finally, something to liven this meal up a bit," interjected Dorothy, trying to revive the conversation. "Heaven knows, Quatre's always sober and dull."

Quatre coughed something that sounded a lot like "wasn't what you were moaning last night," before he found his foot unceremoniously crushed beneath his wife's stiletto under the table.

"Miss Relena, do go on," she prodded, effectively masking her husband's yelp. "Nobody else is willing to take a stab at good conversation. Don't we want to end this meal on a happy note?"

"Where was I?" asked Relena, amazingly coherent despite her blood alcohol level. She could definitely hold her liquor. Keeping her mouth shut when wine had thoroughly loosened her lips was another matter entirely...

"Dominance?" chimed Dorothy.

"Oh yes. Dominance. You like it when I put you in your place, don't you, dear?"

Dear? She was definitely out of it. Nobody called Heero Yuy 'dear' and lived.

"Dear?" she repeated.

Except her.

"You love it when I tie you up. Don't you remember?"

Quatre choked on his sparkling cider. Zechs looked about ready to throttle Heero.

"We take turns," she went on nonchalantly. "He gives a good spanking. I give a good whipping. Nothing too kinky..."

Zechs's eyes were about ready to pop out of their sockets. She spoke as if she were discussing matters as inconsequential as the weather. How could Milliardo Peacecraft's little sister be so...crude was an understatement.

Noticing her brother's distress, Relena turned to him, grinning ever so slightly. "Not to worry, Milliardo. It's always my idea. And we have safe words... Heero's never in any danger."

Not knowing what else to do, Zechs rose from the table. Making a graceful exit was better than potentially striking a woman, his own sister at that.

"I think I need to go back to Mars to do some thinking," he choked out. "I'll be spending the rest of my time on Earth in Italy with Lucrezia. Relena, when I come back, and you're sober, we're going to have a serious talk about your- this-"

"Sexual deviance?" offered Dorothy.

"Whatever you call it!"

And with that, Milliardo Peacecraft stormed out.

"Think he bought it?" piped Relena, breaking the silence.

"Hook, line and sinker," grinned Heero. "Your skills for improvisation are..."

"Top-notch?"

"Scary."

"I scare you?" she laughed, enjoying the buzz from both the alcohol and a job well-done. "Maybe you do need to be tied up. He wasn't going to come after you, Heero. Not with me here. Besides, I took full responsibility for our kinks."

"Fictional kinks, I presume?" inquired Quatre.

"Wouldn't say that," smirked Heero.

Dorothy cleared her throat. "Well, while Quatre and I were happy to be willing accomplices, we need our compensation."

"The newly-renovated castle is being prepped for your next gala as we speak," smiled Relena. "Small price to pay for peace. I love Milliardo but he can get suffocating. Besides, Miss Noin misses him."

"To a mission accomplished?" asked Quatre, raising his glass to propose a toast.

Three other glasses immediately clinked against his. "Mission accomplished!"

[Elyn Yuy]

Too funny! That's a perfect way to get family away from you when you're needing space...