12 Dec 2002
Category: Mild angst, humor, very mild citrus
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Dorothy + 6
Warnings: Plays with events of episode 42 (kind of). Dorothy on the prowl.
Feedback: C&C
Notes: A snog fic for Psyche & Dracostella's 101 ways to snog en route to a colony. Which can be found here: http://happyfangirl.org/snogs/index.htm
This fic has 799 words.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belongs to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non profit entertainment purposes.
Milliardo Peacecraft sighed. Libra had just fired its beam cannon at the Earth. His sister would be arriving at any moment. "Quinze you're in charge." The tall blond walked away from the bridge, Quinze's distracting babble falling on deaf ears.
He made it to his quarters, sliding off his long coat and laying it on a chair before sitting down to collect himself. The door chimed. He groaned. 'What part of you're in charge was impossible to understand?' he wondered, before saying, "Enter."
Dorothy walked in, holding a teacup. "Milliardo, that was magnificent. You are going to give us a wonderful war," she said with a smile, offering the tea to Milliardo.
"Anyone ever tell you that you are quite the bloodthirsty thing?" Milliardo asked bitterly amused.
"What will you be telling Relena-sama, when she gets here?" Dorothy asked, sitting down on the bed.
"I won't know until I find out what she wants."
"You know what she wants, I know you're not that daft," Dorothy huffed. "How can you be so masterful one and almost wimpy the next?"
"Must you always be tiresome Dorothy?" Milliardo sighed. "Thank you for the tea, but I think I need to think about my upcoming meeting with Relena."
"Does it really bear that much thinking?" Dorothy said.
"What did you really want Dorothy?" Milliardo stared at the young woman.
Dorothy smiled. "I just wanted to celebrate your victory. Our victory."
"Do I look like I'm ready to celebrate? That was just a challenge to Treize, nothing more," he said. "As it is, I think we need to get to a colony for some supplies. Libra's not completely battle ready but close."
"Celebrate may not be the correct word," Dorothy said as she rose from the bed and stalked over to Milliardo. "But didn't you feel it? That tingle down your spine as you gave the command? Didn't your heart race? You can't tell me you didn't feel a bit of a thrill!" She said, until she perch herself on Milliardo's lap.
"Dorothy? What are you doing?" Pale blue eyes looked confused.
"What does it look like?" Dorothy said with a smile before pulling Milliardo close for a demanding kiss. Her tongue flicking over Milliardo's closed lips seeking entrance. He wouldn't accept the teasing flicker, so she jabbed her tongue forcing his lips to open.
Milliardo pulled away, shocked. "What was that?" he said stupefied.
"If you don't know, you really need to get out more," Dorothy laughed before giving him another searing kiss.
"You're the same age as Relena," Milliardo said trying to pry the vivacious teenager off his lap. He wasn't succeeding.
"So?" Dorothy replied, while nibbling on his neck.
"I'm an adult, this isn't right Dorothy," Milliardo managed to say trying to will his body to not react to her attentions.
"You're only four years older," Dorothy huffed. "Dammit man, this is war! Live a little!" She stated turning her attention to his ear.
"Doorothy," Milliardo moaned, slightly succumbing to the caresses. "Call me Zechs," he said before he remembered where he was. He tried to get Dorothy to let go by pulling her long blonde hair.
Dorothy moaned, her lips leaving Zechs ear. "Hmmm, I like that," she purred. "Pull it some more."
Milliardo looked closely at Dorothy. Her eyes were hazy with passion, her face blushing. Her hips were grinding into him. He didn't know what to do with her. He was at a crossroads, he wanted to both kiss her and kill her. He pulled her hair again, tilting her head then diving in for a more forceful kiss.
Dorothy whimpered slightly. Her hands looking to unbutton his vest and shirt, while Milliardo continue his barrage of rough, deep kisses.. Her hands began to roam over his muscular chest, when the intercom chimed.
"NO," Dorothy groaned. "Don't answer that!"
It took a minute for Milliardo to figure out what she was talking about. The second chime registered in his mind. He pushed Dorothy off him to answer it.
"Yes?" he managed to say in a calm voice even though he had been breathless mere seconds earlier.
"Miss Relena Peacecraft wishes to speak with you," Quinze said, pissed that he was playing secretary.
"I'll be down shortly. Thank you," Milliardo said cutting the connection. He turned to Dorothy. "I've got to go."
Dorothy sighed. "I know. I guess I'll just have to amuse myself for a while."
Milliardo stared at her for a moment. "I've been working on a program that will probably amuse you greatly. But for now I must talk to my sister," he said as he buttoned his shirt and vest.
"I'll look forward to it. Good luck with your talk with Miss Relena."
Milliardo nodded, then left his quarters thinking, 'This better be good.'
Owari
(:./babaca/libra)
