Love Beyond All Fear 2/?

[Gundam Girl]

Gundam Girl: Yes, well, I?m back. I took a brief absence after updating ?Behind Darkness? Mask? but only because I?m reading Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix. It has nothing to do with you guys, I swear. . .

AnimeChick: Drop the book, wench! You?re supposed to be WRITING!

GG: -_- It?s not fair. *whimpers* Ah well, I have my excuses out. My complete ideal for this fic WILL contain a lemon later on, but this lemon will be posted elsewhere, at Blissful Ignorance. However, this has been moved up to ?R? for lime. As soon as the chapter that contains the lemon comes out, I will post a link to the actual thing on my bio at Fanfiction.Net. Thanks for reading, all, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: You know the drill. *siren whoops across ML, Blissful Ignorance and FFNet* Ah, bad joke!

Warnings: Adult situations, emotional issues, some swearing, and Trowa shooting women down. I fear I?ve not done a great job of in-character-dom, but I?m trying. This IS Alternate Universe, people.

*~Love Beyond All Fear~* Chapter Two

Hilde was panting a little by the time she and Mr. Maxwell had reached the room Howard had assigned her. Who?s fucking idea was it to have the girls wear stockings, garter belts, and ridiculously tall shoes when climbing the stairs?

Howard?s, she thought with a sigh. She needed to suggest a change in uniform. Regaining her composure before turning, she spun on her heel and shot her client a positively cat-like smirk.

?Are you thirsty, Mr. Maxwell??

Duo grinned. Kind of an odd question to ask, really, when he?d just drank two beers. ?Not really, thanks.? His eyes bulged as soon as the words were out. Goddamn it, Maxwell! he thought furiously. That is NOT what she meant.

Hilde?s smile had flickered with doubt before returning full force with amusement. Not the cleverest one, was he? Well, she had had men stupider than this one, and twice as worse looking. If she could take men like that to bed, this one would be a cinch. He, at least, acted manly in the situation.

?Don?t think, Mr. Maxwell,? she advised. She took her time in stepping closer, allowing her long legs to stretch to their fullest. ?When you try to think while you are occupied,? her lips were centimeters from his, and a gaze practiced in front of a mirror darkened, ?things tend to get. . .unfocused.?

He nodded slightly as her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them slowly.

?And forgotten.?

Duo couldn?t well remember his own name while her nails raked along the coarse flesh of his chest.

?And, most all, when you struggle to think once more. . .? Hilde let his shirt drop. Strands of her own short hair brushed his cheek as she kissed him with the barest touching of lips. Her hands moved to his belt buckle. Her lips curved.

?You feel achingly hot.?

Something in Duo snapped, and his arms went about her waist as his lips pressed to her neck, taking in some of the skin there and suckling. Hilde threw her head back to let him have better access to her neck while she reached for the strings holding that strip of cloth to her bosom.

?So do not think, Mr. Maxwell.?

The cloth fell to the floor.

***

The room Relena was to bring Heero to was on the same floor as Hilde?s, but this room was worse than hers.

Heero peered inside, his gaze stony, his hand still in the bargirl?s. It looked like something of a castle dungeon. Though it appeared to have been hastily neatened, with the sheets of the queen bed in the middle of the floor cleaned and the room dusted, the flickering glow of candlelight cast shadows and a general feeling of unease throughout the room. And ladled over the smells of mind-hazing perfumes, the scent of sin and sex was strong.

Feeling slightly intoxicated, Heero let Relena lead him inside and shut the door. She seemed to be taking in the sights of this ?bedroom? as well. It occurred to him that she may have never seen it before, if she hadn?t taken up a customer yet.

There was a cobweb in a ceiling corner. He spotted it as the light passed to the right. Why was it so filthy in here?

?Call girls don?t have much need for extravagance,? she said as though in explanation. ?Don?t be stunned by a bit of dirt.?

His head was starting to swim as he watched her pulled down the covers of the bed. She was moving fast, she wanted to get it over with. Heero felt a pull at his pants and decided that it was his physical self and not his mental self controlling his actions.

Although that slip of leather fit nicely over her bottom. . .

Heero shook his head. ?Are you certain?? he blurted stonily, no uncertainty carried in his voice.

Relena looked over her shoulder, blonde hair cascading down her back. ?What I am certain of, Mr. Yuy, is that when I make love to you, you will not know your name.?

It was a line she had borrowed from a girl named Sylvia Noventa, and it seemed to have worked. Heero?s gaze had gone expressionless and he might?ve been easily manipulated with an empty head.

Now if her damn hands would stop trembling. . .

Relena let an extra sway grace her hips as she approached him. ?Are you. . .worried, Mr. Yuy? Of what you will feel after this??

Heero fists went rock hard. He was struggling for breath, as the world seemed to have replaced oxygen with Relena?s perfume.

One stocking-clad leg wound its way around his annoyingly clothed calf and she propped her body neatly against his.

?You are at Fair View,? the ?virgin? said, a smirk tipping her lips. ?You?ve come for this, have you not??

He wanted to tell her no, he wanted to say that his friend?s insistence was the only reason he was looking at her now. But with her small body wrapped around his, she looking only semi-willing to give him whatever he wanted, he couldn?t say anything.

When her cool fingers went to his neck, eyes that he hadn?t realized he?d closed opened to meet aquamarine. Semi-consciously, he felt his lips meet the warmth of hers.

The storm Relena had seen in his eyes earlier was raging now. She?d seen a streak of lightning cross his irises just before he?d shut them in his thoughts. When he?d opened them again to look at her, a hurricane swirled.

Now she knew what Dorothy had meant when she?d said to ?ride the storm.? Relena thanked the poor lighting as a pink hue tinted her cheeks. But his entire body was completely taught, and he had yet to lay a finger on her.

She couldn?t help being a little frustrated. How was she to know if she was doing her job right? Was she the cold fish, or was it him? She let her eyelids droop half-shut. If she kissed him. . .

Success, she thought when he seemed to return the lip-lock with equal force. A second thought struck her just as hard.

It was possible he didn?t want her. And that would mean no money. But then why had he called out during the fashion show?

?Mr. Yuy,? she began but in a flash, his arms came around her, encircling her and lifting her completely off the ground. She managed to unbutton his shirt and shove it off his shoulders before he laid her down on the bed.

Heero?s lips brushed over Relena?s throat, and the girl felt her heart rate increase, keeping time with the confusion in her head.

?Mr. Yuy,? she said breathlessly. Her chest was heaving against his mouth. ?What are you doing??

A trickle of hesitance dripped down Heero?s spine. ?Do you want to be here??

Relena closed her eyes; for a moment, a shocking moment, she saw things she had hoped she?d buried. She tensed. Those things would not be resurrected.

When her eyes reopened, Heero was frowning at her, but she smiled coyly. ?I think the question is ?do you want to be here?.?

Heero seemed to lose all control when she uttered those words, and with no hesitance, he let her take him wherever she wanted him to be.

***

?Will you be wanting some coffee, sir??

Trowa, who had replaced his crossword with a Japanese newspaper, glanced up at a French woman holding a pitcher of what was probably the steaming coffee. After a brief scrutinize, he looked back to the newspaper. ?That would be fine, thank you.?

?I?m Ginger, by the way. You?re still waiting for your friends?? The redheaded Frenchwoman laughed. ?Sweetheart, I can make the time FLY for you, if you wish to pay for it.?

?Not right now at the moment. Perhaps later.?

Ginger frowned; the fashion girls only had thirty minutes left. ?Never put things off, I say.?

?Unless I have no money.?

?But how are you paying for your drinks??

Trowa looked up again. Though she couldn?t see it through his expressionless gaze, Ginger was beginning to annoy him. ?Though it is not your business, you may put all charges on Duo Maxwell?s bill.?

Ginger huffed, offended, and drew up to her full height. ?Very well, sir.? She slammed the pitcher on the table. ?Certainly have a good evening.?

Trowa shot her a quiet half-smile. ?I certainly will, thank you.? And he went back to the paper once more.

Boiling, Ginger stomped away, cursing her stockings. Damn him anyway, she thought to herself. No-good American.

She allowed her eyes to roam back to the brown-haired man, now gracefully sipping from a coffee cup.

Damn him for being so handsome.

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Gundam Girl: I do apologize for this chapter being shorter than one, but I?m afraid it was necessary, and I decided to cut it down for a sooner update. I trust that something small is better than nothing. To make up for it, however, I promise chapter three will be extremely worthwhile. Please review!

[AngelOfDeath]

::sigh:: dapper Trowa. Good for him, I say.

It has been a while since this got updated, but I remembered immediately what had happened in the last chapter. Just goes to show how it stuck in my mind.

[Gundam Girl]

Hey, cool! I made an impression.

AoD: No, I just was really bored and this happened to spark a flame.

GG: *sigh* I'm so not loved.

Thanks! Glad you liked it!

-GG