Checkmate (2/3)

[Calla Lily]

A/N: Featured Song: Mouth,(1996) performed by Merril Bainbridge.

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Checkmate
?Would it be my fault if I could turn you on? Would I be so bad if I could turn you on?
When I kiss your mouth, I want to taste it. Turn you upside down, don?t want to waste it.?
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Part Two


People were going to pay for her embarassment, she was sure of it. Noin set out in her task of rearranging her partner?s bathroom to her taste, a small something to occupy her mind and as an escape route to blow off some steam. At this moment, she knew nothing of what lay beyond the closed bedroom door for all she could think of was how she was woken up. The bottles of shampoo and conditioner slipped from her hands and thudded against the ceramic tile of the bathtub.

How foolish could she have been? She woke up beside him like some harlot, a scarlet lady, and goodness knows what other synonoms were out there in the Webster's English Dictionary. But there was a comforting thought to all of this - if she couldn't say it, perhaps this wasn't her attempt to seduce him in the first place, she couldn't be at fault. This morning had to be on her top ten list of most embarrassing moments, if not the top five moments of utter humiliation known to mankind. Did he know how she felt? Had he planned this? Did someone else plan this extravaganza? More questions ran through her mind and Noin felt very claustrophobic inside the bathroom, almost to the point of illness.

The woman hastily turned to the sink and splashed some lukewarm water onto her face again; her temples throbbed in pain from the bright glare of the flickering electrical bulbs. She put a hand to her forehead to make sure she wasn?t suffering from a fever but from a hangover. She chuckled, she hadn't done that for a while.

The bathroom lights flickered irratibly.

Remind him to fix that.

Dragging her feet along the floor to the master bedroom, Noin lay on the mattress and closed her eyes, comforting herself in the cool sheets. She was so tired, the previous panic attack had already given her the daily amount of stress, more than what was necessary to keep her awake, and she had barely been up for fifteen minutes. Her eyelids began to droop slowly, her vision blending together into a white, calm fog that offered tranquil sleep. Just five minutes?

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Milliardo lay slumped in his chair as he took in his surroundings for the upteenth time, the abrupt awakening plus the shock of the morning was taking a toll on his body, he was feeling quite exhausted and melancholy at the moment. With all his adrenaline gone, he didn't have much energy to tackle the living room just yet and face the lace frills that awaited him there. They weren't his, they were hers, and he'd be damned if he touched those without her permission. He'd checked the other spare bedrooms and wasn't that all surprised when he saw hangers of clothing laying atop the mattresses and his office was left relatively untouched. Overall, it was areas where company could be safely brought in that suffered the most damage.

He just wanted to sleep.

Perhaps it was his lack of judgement, or his severe case of exhaustion that dulled his mind, but Milliardo Peacecraft sought out his spare keys and unlocked the door of his bedroom with the metal clinking noisily. If he was to have any regrets about his next set of actions, now was not the time to think about it.

Hence, he crawled into bed, pushed the white snow monster that was hogging his pillow away from him, and closed his eyes.

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She couldn?t remember very much, it was all a blur. But she did recall looking into the eyes of someone over a board game.

"Lieutenant, it looks like I?m going to win after all.?

But as her last brilliant move, she moved her knight one space to the left and three up. She sat back in her chair, as calm as ever but smirking like there was no tomorrow.

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In her hypnotic state, Lucrezia's fingers moved involuntary before she swung her hand over the sheets and smacked into something.

Someone grunted at the impact and turned over, his brow furrowed in concentration.

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?Would it be my fault if I could turn you on? Would I be so bad if I could turn you on?
When I kiss your mouth, I want to taste it. Turn you upside down, don?t want to waste it.?
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?Checkmate.?

?What did you say??

?Checkmate.? She repeated with a bit more oomph in her voice, still smiling at her victory. As expected, Zechs scrutinized every inch of the board, referred back to their data tables, and check the timers for who knows what else. Finally, he succumbed to the reality of it all.

He banged his hands into the table.

"It's not fair!"

?What?s wrong??

?You?re not going to win, Lucrezia Noin. You've never been able to beat me at chess. At charades - yes, history trivia - yes, but not chess!? He stood up in frustration, his visage both worrysome and amusing that a man of his stature should become so unnerved by a silly game. Noin put her finger on his king, tilting the black piece to and fro as her opponent's eyes watched in disdain.

?But I already did. See for yourself, it's true.?

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Milliardo grunted and readjusted his hold on the pillow, but someone was taking it away from him. He was losing his game.

"Back off, Noin..." he murmured.

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"Excuse me, did you just tell me to 'get lost?'" she repeated.

"That's what I said, chess is my territory. Yours is in boring memorization."

"Just because you're a sore loser doesn't give you the right to insult me, Zechs! I was the one who had to tutor you in class, remember?"

"Chess is an evolving skill!"

"History is important!"

"Strategy is what wins the game!"

"Learning from the past is what propels you towards the future!"

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Back and forth, back and forth, the tug-of-war between the sheets and the pillows continued between the white queen and the black king, neither of them willing to give an inch but to take control of the situation. Unbeknowst to them, the struggle of material possessions only made them face towards each other, and their clawing hands and desperate grasping fingers caught more and more of the thin fabric that separated them until they were almost in a position of serious intimate contact.

Someone had to remove that pillow, and fast.

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The tension was too much to bear.

"Mark my words, Lieutenant Noin, before this night is over, you will be at my knees begging for mercy."

"You first, baron," she spat out.

"Such a pity that everyone else left before they could see my victory over you."

"They didn't want to see you lose so pathetically."

"I propose we start a new game."

"Fine by me, you be white this time and we'll see just how smart you are..."

But something in his eyes gave her a hint that he was referring to something else.

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Now will it be my fault if I, take your love and throw it wide,
You might restrain me, but could you really blame me?
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?Forget the game, you know what I?m talking about.? There was a steel edge to his voice that wasn?t there before, she started to get anxious.

?Zechs, it?s just a stupid board game. Listen, if you really want?? but the words left her mouth. For reasons unknown, Milliardo stood in front of her, bent down, and lifted her over his shoulder, hauling her away from the table.

?Wha- what are you doing??

?You?re not going to win, Noin.? Was all he said before he kicked the door to the bedroom open.

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And you will feel you're blown apart. All the pieces there will fit to make you whole.
And I know where they go...
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A slender finger crept up the side of his face and touched his lips, which he gratefully took into his mouth and started to nibble on the salty flesh. He could hear whispered murmurs very close to him and yet they seemed too muffled to be right next to him. Reaching out with out hand, he sought out what he was looking for and held on to it. Someone moaned and turned around, his hand rolling over different textures and sensations.

Suddenly, he was hot.

The coolness of the downy covers was no longer upon him but the contact of real flesh pressed up to his semi-naked body was somewhat new to him, he didn't remember ever feeling like this before.

"Noin..."

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?Would it be my fault if I could turn you on? Would I be so bad if I could turn you on?
When I kiss your mouth, I want to taste it. Turn you upside down, don?t want to waste it.?
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"Oh, Zechs...."

"Oh, Noin...."

He opened his eyes and evaluated their situation once again.

"Oh shit."

This was going to be a problem.

How fun.

And yet he lightly stroked the hair from her face, feeling at peace.

"You're touching me again," she murmured.

"And so I am."

"Did you dream the same thing too?"

"So I did."

"Bizarre."

"So it was."

"Will you please stop doing that?"

"Okay."

She yawned and finally opened her eyes, Milliardo was relieved to see them smiling at him. Their relative closeness to each other was anything but relative; however, they didn't feel the need to move away so suddenly.

"So, what do we do now?" she asked.

"I have several ideas."

"I bet you do," she chided him lightly.

"Don't know about you, but I'm feeling hungry."

"And tired, and sleepy, and downright groggy."

"Still?"

She nodded before nuggling up against his chin.

"Maybe... you should take a shower."

"I'll do that."

"Can I come?"

"Don't push you luck, boy. I'm going in there by myself."

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End of Chapter Two, I hope that the update met your expectations. One more to go!

~Calla.

[kmblue]

Yay Yay Yay!!!

You finally updated!! I love this fic, too bad there wasn't a lemon in it (hint, hint). More soon please


*waves the 6x9 =OTP banner*

Kendra

[Calla Lily]

Lol! Thanks Kendra, it's good to see more 6x9 fans out there. I'm not entirely sure when the last chapter will be done, but at least the worst is over for the two characters.

Lemon? Never written one tht's been posted, honestly. Will consider, but the probability of that happening is low.

However, if someone writes a lemon for me, that's a whole new story.

[kmblue]

Lol! Thanks Kendra, it's good to see more 6x9 fans out there. I'm not entirely sure when the last chapter will be done, but at least the worst is over for the two characters.

Lemon? Never written one tht's been posted, honestly. Will consider, but the probability of that happening is low.

However, if someone writes a lemon for me, that's a whole new story.

Is that an invite for me to write a lemon? Hmmm, maybe

[Calla Lily]

It's not an invite, it's a frickin' order!
Dang, I'm in the mood for some 6x9 lemon meringue pie.