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.***
~July 5, 227 ~
Triton greeted them at the door before they'd made the top step. "Happy Birthday, Uncle," he said, holding the door open for the entourage.
"Hmphf. You're home an awful lot this summer," Wufei replied, returning the young man's hug. "What happened to your internship?"
Quatre's and Trowa's oldest son laughed. "Oh, it's still going. I guess I' ve just been homesick this summer-finding any excuse to come home. Uncle Heero, Duo," the boy greeting before turning to his "cousins". "Adrian just called a couple of minutes ago, said he'd try back later. Come on in. Everyone's gathering out back. Anne and Sally are already here."
"And look who finally decided to show," a familiar voice.
Wufei smiled. "Like you're one to talk, woman." Marie Mazzolla's, formerly known as Mariemeia Khushrena.da, broad smile flashed moments before she engulfed the Chinese man in a grand bear hug. "We missed you at Adrian's coronation. Tell me, how is Mars?"
"Oh, same old, same old," the red-head replied, wrapping an arm around his waist as they walked towards the back. "I wish I could have made it, really I do. But I did catch the news feeds and got a full report from Julian."
"And that man you decided to marry? Where is he?"
"Right here," Jake Mazzolla called out, handing a glass of punch to his wife. "Happy Birthday, Wufei," the dark-haired man said, pumping Wufei's hand. "Many happy returns."
"Hn."
"Wufei!" Quatre pushed up and enveloped him in a hug. "I was beginning to worry you weren't going to come!" the blond smiled teasingly at his husband.
"I wasn't aware I had a choice," the other replied, resigned in letting the other man lead him around, greeting old friends and new family members, eating cake and fruit salad, and hot dogs and hamburgers while the little ones splashed around in the pool.
"No! NO! AHH!" <<SPLASH>>
Well, maybe not so little, anymore, Wufei mused.
She really did think this year would be different. After all, just because every year previous Tristan had tossed her into the pool at her father's birthday party, didn't mean he would this year. After all, they were. well, seeing each other this year, or something. Right? Right? Right?!
She was talking to Aunt Sally's daughter-in-law, Mark's wife, Robyn, when a glance to the left told her otherwise. It was the look in his eyes. That same mischievous glint he got whenever he was about to do something he knew would upset her. That same look he got every year when he was about to throw her in the pool.
"No," she told him, giving him a warning look, but already hands were grabbing her wrist and lifting her up. "No! AHH--!" Her shout was cut off by the water.
She broke the surface a moment later, gasping and glaring. Tristan was laughing but holding a hand out to her to help her out of the water. Unlike previous years, however, she accepted his aid.
There was only a second flash, after Mara Jade's hand had closed around his and he was leaning back to pull her up, and he realized his mistake. He was laughing as he fell face first into the water. Mara Jade had already pulled herself up onto the side ledge when he came back up.
"Thank you very much, Tristan," she said, sarcasm weighing the words down. "This was a brand new dress."
He pushed up out of the water right next to her, pausing half-in/half-out of the pool. "It looks good on you," he whispered low enough so that only she could hear. "Especially all wet and plastered to your skin like that." He finished climbing out of the pool before adding, "But I bet it would look better off of you."
"That was completely unnecessary," she snapped, stalking into Tristan's room dripping wet.
"Was it now?" the blond young man grinned back, stripping his equally wet shirt off. The shirt plopped to the floor with a loud smack. Mentally he groaned, feeling himself harden just at the sight of her. Dark hair clinging to her face and neck and shoulders; cheeks all rosy red with righteous anger; lips full and pouty; eyes large and soulful; smoky eyeliner all smudged; and that damn dress of hers that had been teasing him all afternoon, plastered to her body, outlining every curve.
"Damn, you're beautiful."
Likewise, she thought, staring at that golden skin covering his chest and shoulders. Her heart sped up in her chest, her breathing quickened, and she realized she wanted to see him, all of him.
He'd only let her see him naked once-and she'd really been too wrong. She couldn't help it, though. She'd never really seen a penis before and couldn 't help laughing and thinking it looked funny. Well, it did!
"Come here," he said now, staring at her, lips twitching in precursor to one of his customary smirks. She did, because she wanted to, she told herself, not because he'd ordered her to-and leaned into him, feeling his hard body against hers and tilting her chin up to reach his lips. His arms went around her, bunching the wet material of her dress up against her back and squeezing her backside.
"Tell me what you want," he whispered against her lips. "I'll do it. I'll give you whatever you want."
"I want." She caught his lower lip between her teeth, worrying it before laving her tongue across it. "To touch you."
He pulled her back with him, falling onto the bed with her over him, still kissing her, holding her against him. "Whatever you want," he promised, hands skimming up over her back before raising them over his head against the bed. He looked at her. "I'm yours."
She sat up and looked down at him, laid out before her like one of Maria's grand dinner spreads. She reached out and laid a palm on his chest, watching him watch her as she dragged it lower, down over his stomach, to the button on his pants. "May I.?"
"You don't even have to ask," he replied, lifted his hips so she could pull the stubborn wet material off him.
Her small hands ghosted up his calves and thighs, around his hips and sides, exploring the way his warm stretched out body felt under her palms. He fought desperately not to move, not to make a sound, to stay still and not scare her with the force of emotions she invoked within him. He failed to hold back the hiss that slipped past his teeth when one hand passed over his small dusky nipple, puckering from the contact. A cold clump of wet silk fell against his chest-a prelude to her delicate lips brushing over the puckered nub.
He groaned then, his hands coming away from their death grip on the sheets to settle over her back-no pressure, no force, just resting against her back to feel her, touch her that little bit. Her tiny pink tongue darted out to tease him, his skin on fire from her small touches, and his chest swelled from the huge intake of breath he dragged into screaming lungs, offering himself to her.
She pulled back, startled, looking up into his face for some kind of reassurance, but Tristan's face was upturned, facing away from her, his blue eyes shut tight as he concentrated on remembering to breathe. His hands never left her back, though; a comforting presence in her insecurity, though they didn't pressure her into any movement, just danced over her bare skin in a waltz of fingers, knuckles, and nails. She leaned forward again, tasting his chest. Unassuredly, she reached one dusky nipple with her lips and seized hold of it, sucking the tender puckered flesh into her mouth and rolling it around her tongue.
This was different from other times they'd touched-like her whole being was focused at her fingertips, where her skin met his, tracing the outline of muscles and bones and even that bit of pudge at his sides. But the piece that attracted her interest the most was that bit standing up against his stomach, jutting out from between his thighs.
Her hand skimmed down his side, carefully avoiding Tristan's naked penis as she continued to suckle his chest, and then she pulled away, running her fingertips up along the underside of the heavy shaft, watching as it quivered and leaked a bead of clear fluid from the tip. His body stiffened when she touched him there, but she was too focused on the flesh at her fingertips to noticed. A thought overtook her and she acted on it before she could think otherwise.
He tried to sit up and stop her, grabbing her shoulders, but already her lips closed around the tip of his penis and her tongue teased him. The groan tore from him as she began to suckle. "Oh, gods, MarJ!"
She pulled back, her face darting up to look at his as his fingers dug painfully into her shoulders. "What's wrong?" she asked, licking her lips and trying to curb the desire to try and taste him again. "Don't you like-" She bit her lip, suddenly struck by the thought that maybe only gay guys liked something like that, and her stomach fluttered nervously.
Tristan groaned again, his hand crawling up into her hair and pulling her up along his body until he could take her lips with his, stealing her breath and doubts away. "I love you," he growled against her lips. "But not yet. I don't want us to go that far yet." He groaned, burying his face into her throat. "I don't think I could stop myself. Not yet," he repeated.
End Part 12
ANDREA: {happy, contented sigh}
MARA JADE: !___! I'm a wanton slut {sob}
TRISTAN: {happy, contented sigh}
TRINITY: No one cares that *I* have a *wedding* to plan, do they?
ADRIAN: ^__^;; There, there. I'm sure everything will be fine.
CALLIE: Hey! What happened to the cake?!
DYLAN: ^____^;;; Oops?
MINNA: WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'OOPS'?!?!
Andrea Readwolf
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