A Matter of Heart: Heirs to the Legacy
By: Andrea Readwolf
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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}, Julian)
Catalonia-Dorian Family (Dorothy Catalonia + Relena Dorian,
Regina)
Une-Po Family (Lady Une + Sally Po, Marie Une*, Michael Braddocks,
Mark Braddocks, Matthew Braddocks)
Pairings: Trinity + Adrian, Mara Jade + Tristan, Kit + Triton (hoped
for), Calista + Dylan (hinted at)
plus: 1+2+3+4+5
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.
Acknowledgements: There have been some wonderful people who have
made my sojourn in GW-fanfiction more than just enjoyable and have
inspired me to write, write, and write some more. Thank you.
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.
Additional Note: 1, 2, 3, 4, & 5 often times refer to each other as
"husband"; please refer back to "Promise of the Rings" Part 15 if this
causes confusion.
Additional Note 2: The chibis often times refer to their parents'
friends and partners as "Uncle" or "Aunt"--in this case, the
term is used simply as one of respect since, with the exception
of Kit & Adrian's relation to Relena and all of Quatre's sisters,
none of the parents have siblings.
***These stories and the ideas contained within are copyright of the author. No reprinting or posting without permission of said author. ***
~ October AC 227, Evening~
Tristan settled himself into the pillows laid out around the stage, smiling at all the pretty young people who brought him drink and food. Inside his gut was twisting anxiously. A couple hours ago they'd come, like he knew they would, swarming around Mara Jade and him as the couple strolled through the stands in the bazaar, admiring all the fine craftsmanship. He knew they would cause a stir. There was always excitement when he or his family showed up, but this was the first time any of them had brought someone else with them. He wasn't even sure if his father had ever brought his dad here. Quatre rarely came back to the Sands. Tristan and Calista were the more frequent visitors, and he knew his sister hadn't brought any special friends with her.
Bringing Mara Jade here was like setting off a chain reaction in the minds of his people. It had only been a matter of time before the young representatives would confront them. The women had, fortunately or unfortunately depending on your point of view, dragged Mara Jade off with them to gods knew where. They men had corralled Tristan into the meeting hall with back slaps and leering grins before grilling him for details. He knew she was all right, but he was still anxious to see her again, knowing she was close but not being able to look or touch her was annoying.
But then again, seeing as how she looked when she did finally come into view, it was well worth the wait.
A smile bloomed on the young prince's face, eyes shining as he took in the scene before him. Women filed onto the stage before him, clad in gauzy little garments--straight out of an Arabian wet dream, in Tristan's opinion--and the most gorgeous of them was clad in a bright scarlet that outlined her legs and hung low on her shapely hips. Her stomach was a long stretch of smooth perfect skin until the material resumed, cupping her breasts in a manner that made them look larger than he knew they were. The material gathered into a halter and disappeared behind her throat. Her long, dark hair, so often pulled back into a bun or braid, was loose--dark waves freely flowing over shoulders and back. He remembered her mentioning something about cutting it; he was glad he'd talked her out of it. Her face was painted, dark blue eyes outlined heavily with kohl, lips full and reddened, eyes shadowed, cheeks blushed. Mara Jade outshined all the women around her.
Of course, Tristan was biased, but let no one hold that against him.
The heady perfume of flowers twirled around him, entrancing him as the low thrum of drums began thumping. Tristan didn't notice as his senses were assaulted on all ends, too snared by the sight before him. Hips swayed, wrists twisted, arms spread, bells twinkled, Tristan hardened.
His body stayed still--except for a certain member that quickened. He ate her up with his eyes, too busy watch her to notice the other woman. It helped that she looked directly back at him, a small smile teasing her lips. His thoughts ran wild. What he would do to those lips... his hands spanning that waist, squeezing her hips, pulling her closer. Soft breasts pressed against him, hands splayed over his back, lips gasping, body clenching, crying, begging... always for more, never enough. He would never get enough of her.
Tristan wanted to grab her now, drag her into his lap and make love to her right now. He probably would have if there weren't at least a hundred other people around them. And then his anger that anyone else should see her like this rippled forth, spreading out from him. Anger at any other man who should lay eyes as she whirled around in front of him, dancing sex for anyone to see. He watched as her face flushed with more than the blush applied to her cheeks, watched as her chest swelled with each breath.
{{{fantasy...or is it?}}}
~Look only at me.~ She cupped his chin, tilting it to stare into his face as her body continued to sway into the dance.
~Don't look away.~ She taunted him, smiling as her eyes hooded, arms raising over her head, and her hips swiveled.
~Don't leave me.~ He pleaded, burying his face into her chest.
~Do you like what you see?~ she breathed, fingers threading through his hair.
~Would you like to see how much I like?~ He took her hand and placed his over his lap.
Her finger curled around his swollen penis. ~You want me. ~
~Very much.~ he breathed, nuzzling her collar bone, wanting her lips again.
~I want you, too.~ She murmured, her thighs pressing against his waist.
He entered her. ~Good.~
~I feel...~ she moaned.
~Wonderful. You feel wonderful.~ he answered, coming and pulling her with him.
~Tristan!~
{{{/fantasy}}}
He watch in fear and then surprise as Mara Jade's eyes widened, she gasped, and then her body fell into the kneeling back position of the end of the dance. She was panting heavily when she sat up. Around her, other women finished with the dance were accepting the applause ravished on them before joining their intendeds, now husbands. Shaking, Mara Jade joined Tristan, her hand slipping easily into his as he helped her down from the stage and settled her into the pillows spread beside his. A quick glance Mara Jade shot downwards noted the front of his pants was stained wet. She hadn't been the only one so affected by the dance.
"Really?" Kit asked, disbelievingly, staring at Triton over her raised fork full of linguini alfredo.
"Really," Triton replied, grinning as he popped another piece of eggplant parmesan in his mouth.
"Well, damn! Why am I always the last one to know?" the dark haired girl quipped before finishing shoveling the fork into her mouth.
"There's talk of wedding bells, of course, but nothing's definite yet." Triton went on. "Namely, my dad wants them to get married right away, but Mara Jade and Tris want to wait a bit."
"I don't blame 'em," Kit replied. "I mean, it would sort of be like stealing the scene from her sister, you know? Plus," and her she giggled a bit-- "Can you imagine a pregnant Mara Jade getting fitted for her wedding dress?"
Despite his best intentions, Triton found himself laughing at the aspect. He'd heard the horror stories from Adrian and Tristan over a simple maid-of-honor's dress.
"Well, at least that bet makes sense now," Kit said, spearing a shrimp.
"Bet?"
Kit smirked. "I over heard Dylan and Julian the other night, betting over whether or not your brother and Mara Jade would get married before April 8th."
"Aah, the baby's due date," Triton nodded, grinning at the thought of the two younger boys betting over Dylan's sister. "Who took which side?"
"Julian said they would; Dylan informed him he didn't know his sister." Kit paused. "I think I'd take Dylan's side."
Triton pasted an offended look on his face. "Auh! You'd bet against my brother?" he asked, laughing.
Kit laughed, too. "No, but you said yourself, Tristan's taking Mara Jade's side on things, and if you ask me, she's going to put off getting married as long as possible. The only way I could see them getting married before the baby is if they do it in the delivery room."
"Now, wouldn't *that* make for an interesting story for the media?" Triton mused.
End Part 28
Andrea Readwolf
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