A Matter of Heart: Heirs to the Legacy
By: Andrea Readwolf
Email: andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com
Rating: YA/Mature
Families: YMC Fam (Yuy-Maxwell-Chang Family: Trinity, Mara Jade, and Dylan);
Winner Fam (Quatre + Trowa, Triton&Tristan, and little sis Calista)
Peacecraft Family (Zechs Marquise/Milliard + Lucrezia/Noin Peacecraft, Kit/Katarynna, Adrian, and Nicolette/Nicole)
Mazzolla Family (Mariemeia + Jake Mazzolla {OC}, Julien)
Catalonia-Dorian Family (Dorothy Catalonia + Relena Dorian, Regina)
Une-Po Family (Lady Une + Sally Po, Marie Une*, Michael Braddocks, Mark Braddocks, Matthew Braddocks)
Archive: Yes-- www.gwaddiction.com
Warnings: The following story contains scenes that are humorous, sappy,
fluff, with Incoherence, random PoV switching, and Sexual innuendos abound.
Original Characters are presented; all characters are IC according to the
author's interpretation of them. Mainly heterosexual situations, with hints
of YAOI and YURI.
Spoilers: Previous Matter of Heart Series Arc stories: "Dance of the Heart"
Arc and "Oh Baby, Baby" Arc. Built off of "Traditions".
Feedback: C&C is always welcomed and adored.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belong to Bandai, Sunrise
and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non-profit entertainment
purposes. References to printed texts, films, sitcoms, musical
pieces, and/or other fanfictions don't belong to the author either.
Original Characters, including but not limited too, the Berh
Siblings, Jake Mazzolla and "the chibis", are original and hence, the
author's own creation.
Notes: This is the story of the children, the nine children of the 6
gundam pilots (Heero--Zechs) plus the grandchild of Treize
Khushrenada. This story will not focus primarily on the characters
from the series, but rather, the generation after them. This story is
not for all die-hard fans, but runs along the lines of a more
original piece.
***These stories and the ideas contained within are copyright of the author. No reprinting or posting without permission of said author.***
~Late June ~
Midterms were approaching, and Mara Jade found herself devising new and believable excuses for going into town regularly or over to Emerald Gardens for the evening. As Tristan worked with study groups in the study rooms of the main library, Mara Jade would curl up with a good book in one of the couches near the glass walls looking out over the campus. Afterwards, she would join the group, grabbing a burger and sometimes a movie with them before heading back home. When Tristan chose to study alone at home, she'd come over and curl up next to him.
He never said anything about her being there-except the one time she didn't show. He'd asked her where she'd been and told her that he'd missed her. She didn't miss another study session. For some strange reason, however, on the nights when they stayed at home, curled up together on the sofa with their books, his study sessions never seemed to last very long-both young bodies turning into each other, straining against the other as they made out.
The first time he'd touched her *there*, she'd been a little shocked, surprised, and terribly turned on. She'd touched herself a few times before-mostly, though, when she was cleaning herself. Those few touches never ignited the same fire Tristan seemed to flame inside her.
His body's weight on hers felt good, and his thigh rubbing between hers felt even better. As his kissed her lips, his hands smoothed over her shoulders and down her sides, up her flat stomach and over one breast. It stopped there, one arm steadying him as the other gently squeezed the fleshy mound. Instinctively, her body moved against his, pressing into his palm. A thumb brushed over her nipple and the nubile puckered obediently. His tongue swept her gasp away; his lips drank the moan that pulled from her gut.
Before she was conscious of what he was doing, the cool air-conditioned air was breezing over her chest as Tristan's deft fingers unbuttoned and parted the material of her blouse. His warm breath, chasing goosebumps over her flesh, followed the cool air. Then Tristan kissed the valley between her breasts, and a startled cry gasped through the air. He kissed a trail up the gentle slope of one full breast, before drawing the rosy nipple between his lips and suckling.
Her small hands found purchase in his thick blond hair, at once pulling him closer while arching her back towards him. So intent was she on the pleasurable feelings resonating from her chest, she didn't notice the warm presence that snaked down over her stomach, flicking open the fastening of her shorts, and slide in under her panties and over her sex. Mara Jade's hips snapped up off the sofa, right into Tristan's palm, and her eyes flew wide opened.
"Tell me to stop," Tristan breathed heavily, "And I will."
Sea-blue-green eyes sought out and held to dark indigo blue. His hand continued to work her body, squeezing and pressing, massaging her sex, and with a tiny moan of pleasure, Mara Jade's eyes fell closed and her head fell back onto the cushions. His own moan answered hers as he switched breasts and slipped a finger between her wet, silky folds. Tristan stroked her, back and forth, letting the warm, slippery flesh intoxicate his senses-and then he directed focus to the tiny bundle of nerves in the front.
It was electricity-pure energy, pumping through her body, radiating out in a directions. His fingers coax feelings she'd never dreamed could have existed and had no comparison to describe. It felt so good, so incredibly good. Mara Jade felt greedy for more. Tristan's thumb rolled over her clit and she'd thought she would die. One finger pressed against her. She felt it slip, and suddenly, he was stroking her from the inside.
"Gods, you're so beautiful," Tristan whispered, levering over her and just watching her face as he worked her sex. The way her dark, silky hair fell all over the cushions, framing her face washed with passion and pleasure. She looked like a goddess. He couldn't resist kissing her lips again, capturing the protesting moan when he pulled his hand from her shorts. "I want to give you pleasure," he told her, kissing her again and again while he worked to remove her shorts.
Her legs were like silk beneath his fingertips as he slid the material down and off her body. He moved her until she was sitting up again and pulled her all the way to the edge, repositioning himself on the floor between her spread legs. Blue on blue meet, held, stared-one face holding disbelief, the other assured knowing. He watched her watch him as he pressed his face to the center of her sex and languidly lapped up her sweet juices.
The cries he wrought from her were completely silent, but they screamed out in his mind. He could have happily gone on for hours, never tiring of the way she looked in the throes of passion and orgasm. Could have. if he hadn' t noticed the telltale signs that his fathers and sister had returned home earlier that expected.
Tristan pulled back, watching indulgently as the last climax pulled at Mara Jade's nervous system, the tiny spasms leaving her body shaking like a leaf in a high wind. Gorgeous. He kissed her bare thigh, her stomach, her breast, her throat, her lips. "We should get dressed," he whispered. "My parents are home."
"Oh."
He smiled, pulling her shorts back on and fastening them and her blouse before pulling her against his side, his arms wrapped around her shoulders, his fingers playing idly over her side. If her body was still shivering, it was hardly noticeable on the outside, though the book in her hands trembled.
The quick light rap on the door cause Mara Jade to jump, but Tristan was expecting it.
Trowa peeked his head in, seeing the two on the sofa, he walked in. "Daddy and Callie are fighting," he informed his son, green eyes scrutinizing the scene before him. "Mara J? Are you staying for supper?"
"Um, ah, no," the girl jumped up, closing her book with a snap and reaching for her bag. "It's late, actually. I should probably get home. 'Night, Uncle Trowa," she fumbled, darting quickly over to give the older man a brief hug and kiss before darting for the door. "Tristan," she added before making the exit.
Inwardly, the blond young man sighed. Outside though, he flashed a devil-may-care smile to his father. "I think you scared her, Dad," he teased, getting up also to leave.
"Indeed," Trowa murmured, following his son's exit.
"What's wrong with the security system?" Heero Yuy asked, following Trowa into Emerald Gardens' security observation room.
"Nothing, as far as I'm aware of," the cinnamon haired man replied, flipping a light on in the normally dark room. "It's been running great ever since the last upgrades you installed."
"Then what's the problem?" Heero asked, frowning as the door shut behind them, locking Trowa and him alone in the room together.
"I wanted to show you this," Trowa answered, holding up a tape before sliding it into a VCR. "I didn't tell Quatre because, frankly, he's getting too stressed out lately and would probably blow this all out of proportion, but I thought one of you should know, too."
Heero grunted, staring at the images on the screen for only a fraction of a second before looking away. "Well, it could be worse," he said. "It could be Merquise's boy."
Trowa frowned and shook his head. "You like Adrian just fine, admit it."
"He had some redeeming qualities," Heero allowed, heading towards the door. He stopped, looked back at the screen and then turned away, shaking his head again. "He'll be good for her," he said to Trowa. "She's too much like Wufei before we-before Duo came along."
Trowa thought about that and silently agreed. "At least we don't have to worry about her being after his money and connections."
Heero shot a look back at his husband, holding the door open for him.
"A lot of the people he's brought home have been interested in his net worth," Trowa said. "I worry about them finding someone who can look beyond their ties to WEI and love them for who they are."
"All good parents worry about that, Trowa," Heero replied, walking with the other back to the game room. "But I think our kids are pretty smart not to get pulled in by anything less than the real thing."
"Yeah," Trowa smiled. "I think you're right. So. do you think this means you'll be planning for a second wedding party soon?"
"Hn. Just because they're fooling around together doesn't mean it's anything serious," Heero groused, pouting at the thought of losing another daughter so soon. Trowa just laughed, causing Heero to glare at him. "Just wait till it's Calista's turn," he growled.
"Oh, please!" Trowa grinned, wrapping an arm around Heero's waist. "I'm dreading the twins' first!"
"What's so funny?" Quatre asked, looking up from his hand of rummy to his two returning husbands.
Heero offered a smile for the blond as he resumed his seat between Duo and Wufei, picking up his hand. "Weddings and empty nests."
Wufei humpfed, but Duo and Quatre shared a smile.
"I told Trowa to wait until his turn came," Heero added, picking up and discarding a card.
"We have quite a while to go before that happens, I think," Quatre laughed. "None of mine are even dating anyone."
"Yeah, funny thing that," Duo quipped, making his own play. "Neither was Trini. Gotta keep a close eye on these things. They sneak up on ya."
"Yes, they do," Trowa agreed, smirking over towards Heero. It would be a shared secret between the two for a while. Time would see whether the relationship would pan out or not.
End Part 11
MARA JADE: oh, my....
TRISTAN: {shit-eat faced grin}
TRITON: {sulking} unfair.
ADRIAN: {sulking} I agree.
KIT & TRINITY: <
MARA JADE: {whimpering} did you *have* to show my father that?!?!?
TRISTAN: {sit-eat faced grin still in place}
MARA JADE: Will you SAY something!!
TRISTAN: *Thank you* gods.
MARA JADE: ~__~ did I *have* to be paired up with him? Was it really
necessary?
Andrea Readwolf
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