06-Dec-2004
Title: Howl 3/?
Aauthor: Sol 1056
Rating: NC-17 for sex, violence, and dirty mouths
Warning: Subplots deal with religion, establishment, and child-bearing... oh, and werepervs. Yes. That's right. Werepervs. And there's yuri in this chapter, and masturbation. Weeee.
pairings: Various, but predominantly 2x1, 1xR, 2xR, 4x3, 5x3, 1x3, 4xC, 3xH, RxD, 5xM, and a few others that may come and go.
Disclaimer: No, don't own 'em... Hey! Could that be a sigh of relief from Bandai?
Archived: sweetlysour and gwaddiction
Critiques: always welcome, natch!
Note: This was written as bribery for Asuka K., in hopes she'd WRITE SOMETHING. I'm still hoping. *sulks*
"the shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sitdown vision"
---Allen Ginsburg
Dorothy opened the meeting room door, surprise etched only briefly on her face before her inscrutable mask once again settled over her features. She stepped inside to greet her two o'clock appointment.
"This is unexpected, Ms. Relena," she said, in that cultured voice of hers that implied nothing but carried so much meaning. Dorothy closed the door and locked it, then strolled to the bed, slender hips swaying: the shift of her weight was a promise.
"It's not working," Relena replied. She was dressed in the soft blue robe Heero had given her a year or two before; a faux silk that whispered across her skin. The cuff was fraying; she pulled at a thread, and swallowed hard. Everything would unravel in the dirt and the noise, the city's pressing weight on her shoulders. "When we... " She shook her head.
"Please," Dorothy said, mildly exasperated. The bedsprings creaked; she settled next to Relena, and her slim fingers - manicured with glistening red on short square nails - plucked at the edges of the robe to reveal Relena's pale thighs. "You've told me in explicit language what you want, and now you lose your voice?"
"I wasn't that explicit." Relena frowned.
"Want me to quote you?" Dorothy leaned over, whispering in Relena's ear, and one finger trailed the line between Relena's thighs, up to her hips to brush over the soft coppery-golden curls. "Please, fuck me, deep, fuck me, don't stop, please don't stop, for the love of god... fuck me... "
Relena squirmed, partly from the teasing tone, and partly because Dorothy's finger had slid down to press against her clit. Dorothy's palm settled against her mound, cupping her, but her fingers didn't move. Relena had to fight the urge to buck her hips into Dorothy's hand.
"That's right," Dorothy said, and chuckled. Her finger twitched, and Relena gasped. "So tell me. What isn't working?"
"Heero... and me," Relena said, letting her eyes drift closed. Dorothy's free arm snaked around her to pull the robe open; a disembodied hand cupped her breast, thumb across her nipple. "It's like... it's not like I expected. I only come once, if at all, and then he just climbs on top and... " She shrugged, shivering when the movement made her breast rub against Dorothy's hand. Hot breath on her neck, fingers slipping down farther, pushing her legs apart. "It's good! It is, but it's just not... "
"As good as it can be," Dorothy observed. She withdrew her hands, sucking delicately on her finger. Relena opened her eyes to see Dorothy's wicked smile, and Dorothy smacked her lips. "I love the way you taste. Does Heero?"
"I... I don't know." Relena sighed. "He's not very good at it. I know he tries, but I just get frustrated and--"
"You're not faking it, are you?" Dorothy's gaze was sharp. "That's the kiss of death. How will he get better if you're lying to him?"
"I'm not lying to him!" Relena crossed her arms; her clit was throbbing from Dorothy's touch, and her stomach flip-flopped at the deprivation. Her skin crawled when the robe brushed her skin with her movements. "It's just that it's... I don't know."
"You need to tell him what you want." Dorothy moved away, and was suddenly back, straddling Relena and pressing her into the mattress. Dorothy's long hair fell around them, a curtain blocking out the water-stained ceiling, the bland sheets, the reproduction print in a plastic faux-gold frame screwed to the wall over the bed. "You've been lazy, Ms. Relena," she chided. "I can make you scream, but you've never done it yourself. You can't expect him to be an expert in your body if you bloody well won't bother to be one yourself."
She grabbed Relena's hand, digging her short fingernails cruelly into the tender underside of the wrist, ignoring Relena's whimper. Dorothy shifted, falling sideways. She forced Relena's hand down between thighs. Dorothy let go, and leaned on her elbow, resting her head on her fist.
"Don't remove your hand," Dorothy said, "or I'll tie you up again and this time it won't be fun for you. Maybe me, but not you."
Relena knew her eyes had just widened; Dorothy's low chuckle was both pleased and excited.
"Or maybe you should," Dorothy purred. "Now... " She drew circles around Relena's nearest nipple, crimson fingernail barely scratching at the white skin. "Make yourself come. Do it, Relena... fuck yourself."
"You're watching," Relena breathed, not sure why she was suddenly so embarrassed.
"Imagine I'm Heero," came the suggestion.
Relena snorted. "Yeah, fat chance of that." She got a sharp look for the comment, and dutifully began to press her fingers between her labia, wiggling fingertips in the way that Dorothy often did. It felt good, if warm, and a bit sticky, but within a few seconds of pushing her fingers against her crotch, her arm was starting to ache, muscles cramping. She sighed, letting her arm rest across her body. Dorothy responded by pinching her nipple, and Relena yelped.
"Don't stop," Dorothy urged. "You're using fingers, but it's your entire body. I'd think you know this. Rock your hips up to your fingers." She rolled her eyes. "Why do I get the feeling you've expected Heero to do all the work?"
Relena flushed; her face was hot, an unbelievable thing, given that she could feel the prickles across her face, chest, stomach that indicated a full-body blush. Dorothy shook her head and ran a finger down Relena's arm to pat Relena's hand.
"Keep going," Dorothy said. "We're going to stay here until you do it yourself. And then you're going to go home and do it in front of Heero."
"What the--" Relena started to sit up, shocked. "I couldn't--"
"You can, and you will," Dorothy barked, and shoved Relena back onto the mattress with one hand. The springs creaked at Relena's bounce, and the next thing Relena knew, her hand was shoved between her legs, her fingers guided down further, then pushed up into her. "Wet," Dorothy said, satisfied. "Use it. If you don't, you'll just be dry. Chafing is bad, Ms. Relena."
"You're enjoying this too much," Relena grumbled.
Obediently she began moving her hand back and forth across her clit, experimenting. Little shivers ran across her stomach, up her legs, and she rocked her hips up to meet her hand. Her eyes closed, blocking the image of the cracked plaster on the ceiling, and Dorothy's satisfied, heavy-lidded stare. The shivers were building into shudders, her arm jerking wildly. Relena pressed all four fingers against her crotch, bearing down as her hips thrust upwards, and tensed her entire body. Throwing her head back, she gasped for air, hips moving of their own accord and fire licked up her spine. In its wake she felt dizzy and startled; her skin was hot, clammy, sensitive.
"I enjoy all pleasure," Dorothy said. "That's why I'm good at what I do. But I suspect you still enjoyed that more." She put a hand on Relena's wrist, holding it in place. "Now, you're going to do it again."
"Again? But I--"
"I'm perfectly aware you're capable of coming twenty times in an hour." Dorothy's tone was dry. "Consider it practice for when you get home, and show that handsome man of yours."
"But I don't want him... " Relena frowned, not sure how to put it. Dorothy arched an eyebrow, and Relena could only sigh. "I don't want him thinking he's not doing it right."
"Good God, woman," Dorothy groaned. "Four years and where the fuck did this shit come from? The last thing he'll be thinking is whether you're passing judgment on him. In fact, you'll be lucky if he's capable of thinking. Tell you what. You come... five more times, and we'll figure out a plan."
"Five more... " Relena made a face. "You want me to write out a hundred times, I promise to fuck myself daily, while I'm at it?"
"Don't tempt me," Dorothy said, and chuckled. "Now... let's hear you make those lovely little squeaking sounds again."
Relena smoothed down her hair, took a deep breath, and pushed through the double doors to the waiting room. Crayton was waiting with her bag.
"Where's Jackson?" Relena gave Crayton a quick smile. She slung her purse over her shoulder and looked around.
"Family emergency, ma'am." Crayton had a gravely voice that sounded like he'd drunk too much cheap whiskey as a youth; his face was lined and worn but he could fight like nobody's business. He gave Relena an abashed look and beckoned her to a chair. "I've already spoken to Mr. Yuy. The security planning on next month's conference is running over, and he's sending Wong as a replacement. It will probably be another twenty minutes, however. Traffic's bad on the city circular. Train wreck, I hear."
"Oh, that's horrible," Relena said, automatically. She checked her watch, and made a face. "I needed to do grocery shopping on the way home. If we wait, we will probably get there right at the evening rush. Could you please call Mr. Wong and tell him not to bother?"
"Ma'am," Crayton said, in a disapproving tone. "Mr. Yuy said--"
"I'm sure I can quote chapter and verse on what Mr. Yuy said," Relena retorted airily, already striding towards the exit. "But I'm Mrs. Yuy, and I say I want to leave now. We'll catch a taxi, instead. Is that safe enough?"
Crayton sighed heavily and pulled out his phone as they stepped into the city's mid-day heat. Within seconds Relena could feel her conservative tank-top drooping, and her hair felt heavy and damp on the back of her neck. Crayton towered over her, waving down the passing taxis. When one stopped, he opened the door and helped her inside. The seats were pressed plastic; a ripped seam scratched her calf. The interior smelled like sweat and sex and cigarette smoke; Relena had to stifle a cough. Crayton gave direction to the Yuy's apartment building, twenty blocks away, and the taxi driver nodded with a bored expression before pulling away from the curb.
Not more than ten feet down the road, the taxi slammed on its brakes with a loud screech. The driver cursed, jumping from the car. Instinctively Relena got out as well, ignoring Crayton's command to stay in the car.
"Holy Mother Mita of Zhensa," the driver was saying. He backed into Relena, and twisted in place, his swarthy skin pale and sweating. "Sorry, ma'am, I mean, it's okay, just get back in the cab--"
"What is it?" Relena peered past the man. On the ground in front of the cab was what looked like a man covered completely by a fur coat. Relena gasped and sidestepped the cabdriver's attempt to hold her back. Coming around the nose of the taxi, she stared down in shock. "It's... it's a dog," she whispered.
Crayton appeared on the other side, his hands out. "Ma'am, back away. If it's been injured, it might attack."
The dog chose that moment to look up at Relena, and its tail wagged. It struggled to its feet, and Relena fell back several steps with a startled cry.
The damn thing was taller than the cab's hood, a great beast of a dog, with thick black fur all over but for a white spot at the chest. A streak of coppery-brown fur ran from between its ears, down its spine, and into a massive curling tail that was waving slightly. The dog whined softly, and held up its left paw, then limped forward.
"It's hurt," Relena said, and looked at the cab driver. "You hit the dog!"
"It came out of nowhere!" The cabdriver had his door open, and was keeping it between him and the dog. "Ma'am, you really need to step away, and slowly. Don't make any sudden moves. It could be--"
The dog limped forward again, and placed its head against Relena's stomach. It didn't bite, but simply leaned, and she found herself putting a hand on its head. Its fur was softer than she'd expected, strands almost as long as her fingers, and she absently stroked its ears while she stared down the driver.
"It doesn't look dangerous to me," she informed the driver. "But it's clearly hurt. We'll need to--"
"No way!" The driver shook his head, belligerence setting in. "That thing is not going in my cab!"
"But we need to get it to a--"
The driver slid behind the wheel and slammed his door shut. Backing up with a scowl, he pulled out around her and tore off into mid-day traffic. She watched, stunned, then turned to stare at Crayton.
"Ma'am," he finally said, "we should get out of the street."
Relena nodded, dumbfounded, and followed Crayton to the curb. The dog turned, following, and she was startled by its grace despite its size. It had an awkward look about it, as though the front legs were a bit shorter than expected; it bounced slightly with each step, its large jaws opening to reveal a long pink tongue that lolled out of the corner of its mouth.
"I bet it's thirsty," she mused.
"Ma'am, you can't be serious." Crayton put his hands on his hips. "Mr. Yuy--"
"I don't want to hear it," Relena snapped. "Mr. Yuy can go put his head in a bucket of ice water for all I care right now. The dog is injured and the least I can do is make sure it's okay. What if someone is looking for it? What if it ran away?"
"It's not wearing a collar," Crayton pointed out. "And there's no way a dog that size meets the City statutes."
"Well, maybe it's a visitor's dog," she said, eyeing the dog doubtfully. It cocked its head at her, and waved its tail again. When she didn't move, it held its left paw up a little higher. She sighed. "Okay. I'm going to take it home and figure out what to do then. One night isn't a problem, and then in the morning I can talk to Central and find out who's in charge of lost dogs."
"Take it home?" Crayton looked like he'd swallowed a spider. "Ma'am, no cab in this city will give you a ride. It'll need a cab just for itself. Look at the size of it!"
"My eyes work just fine," Relena said, crisply. "Now, come on."
"It's not your eyes I'm worried about." Crayton's worried expression made the lines around his mouth even deeper. "Ma'am, it's twenty blocks."
"I know where I live." She straightened her purse on her shoulder and began walking. She wasn't surprised, somehow, when the dog fell into step - if limping slightly - at her left hip. The top of its head was just under her elbow, and its rough panting was in time with her shoes on the sidewalk. "Come on, Crayton," she called over her shoulder. "Unless you want to stay there and explain to Mr. Yuy--"
"Ma'am!" Crayton caught up to walk on her other side.
"Didn't think so," Relena murmured under her breath.
Ten blocks, and the government and office buildings gave way as they entered the business district. Relena chose to skirt the main thoroughfare and take a side street; already several people had seen them coming with the huge dog and crossed to the other side of the street. She was almost amused at the sight of people trying to run without being too obvious, if it weren't for the fact that her heart was pounding fast enough to make her dizzy. At a bus stop, Crayton caught her by the elbow and guided her to the bench.
"Ma'am, you need to sit down. Ten minutes, and then we'll go." He looked around, spying a convenience store across the street. "I'm going to get you some water. Do you need sugar, too? Let me check your pulse."
Relena considered arguing, but he'd more than patient with her so far. She waited while Crayton measured her pulse, then pressed a small sensor to her wrist. He sighed, and stood up.
"Don't you move, Mrs. Yuy, or I won't wait until Mr. Yuy skins you alive, because I'll do it myself," he informed her sternly. "That's the highest you've been in six months. Stay in this shade, and we're going to keep walking only if your rating has dropped to half. Clear?"
"Clear, Crayton." Relena watched Crayton cross the street, weaving through traffic, to disappear into the store. She turned to the big dog with a sigh, and slumped over. Almost instantly the dog was under her, and she was halfway across the dog's shoulders. She buried her face in its neck; it smelled of something sweet, like her new perfume, she mused. Digging her fingers into its fur, she sighed.
The dog whined, shifting under her.
"Sorry," she said, and scratched it on the white spot, on its chest. "Don't mind Crayton. He gets protective. I'll be fine. We just need to walk slower, but... I've never had a dog."
She felt a little silly talking to the dog, but it wasn't like the dog was going to laugh, and everyone else on the sidewalk was too busy keeping as far away as possible. No one was close enough to overhear. Relena sat up, feeling her heart slowly calm, and petted the dog's head. It had a short snout, with a square-shaped head and long-furred ears that flopped over.
"Hey, maybe you can be practice for when I have a kid. Something to take care of... " The dog sat down on the pavement, then stretched out before her, right across her feet. She giggled. "Get off my feet," she ordered the dog. "I'm not going to go anywhere." The dog chuffed, and she tried to move her right foot. "Hey, you're heavy."
"Ma'am?"
Relena looked up to see a police officer standing in front of her. He was carrying a small box tucked under one arm, and pulling out a touch-screen from his breast pocket.
"That your dog?" He glanced down at the black dog, and back at Relena.
"Not really," she said, pushing her sweaty bangs out of her face. "I'm just... well, I think he's a runaway. I figured I'd keep him for the night until I can find out where to take him in the morning."
"He should be wearing a collar and city tags," the officer replied. He leaned over the dog, holding the box above its head. A thin red line appeared on the dog's fur, moving down the dog's spine. The officer swept the box down the length of the dog's spine and stood with a frown. "At least it's not one of them illegal dogs," he noted, and put the box away. "However, it doesn't have a collar or tags. Your ID, please."
"Yes, sir. But it's not my dog, officer." She sat up straight and handed him the card from around her neck, trying to look like a contributing member of society, someone worth taking seriously. "I'm Mrs. Yuy, of the Peacecraft Organization. I was just--"
"Peacecraft, yeah, heard of them," the officer said, and it didn't sound like he was listening; too busy jotting something on the touch-pad in his hand. He slid the card into the reader, then handed it back to her. "Buncha peace-nik busybodies." The touch-pad churned out a slip of paper, and the officer handed it over. "That's your citation. Should you choose to pay, you can mail it in, or you can appeal at Central Domestic Processing on the date indicated."
"Pay... for what?" Relena blinked up at him, the printout limp in her hand.
"Mrs. Yuy?" Crayton appeared behind the officer. "Here's your water. Is there something wrong, officer?"
"Dog's got no tags."
"Ah, yes, we're taking him to--"
"And no leash, either." The officer tucked the touch-pad away and fixed his gaze on Crayton. "You must be Mr. Yuy. You've got three choices." He continued in a flat, bored voice before Crayton could correct him, "you get the dog's tags and collar. Send the receipt for those in with the ticket, and your citation is reduced to walking a dog without proper identification. Or you just pay the fine straight up."
"What's the third option?" Crayton noticed Relena struggling with the bottle. He took it back, opened it, and handed it back to her.
"Take the dog to Central Animal Control, and they'll give you a receipt for the dog's destruction. Send that in with the print out and your fee is waived." The officer's beady eyes stared down at the dog, which ignored him. "Putting it down'll cost a hundred credits, by the way. Have a good day."
Relena stared down at the printout, and blinked several times. "The fine's five hundred and twenty credits." She felt ill. "He's not even my dog."
"I'm guessing destroying it is out of the question," Crayton said.
"I'm not killing a living animal," she retorted, and tucked the ticket in her purse. "I'll just have to talk to Heero." She finished off the last of the water and dropped it into the nearest recycling bin. "Come on, dog, we're halfway home."
Crayton sighed and fell in place beside her.
Five blocks from the apartment, and dusk was falling. Heero hadn't called; Relena figured he was still stuck in the meeting. Technically they both had familial leave for another six months, but neither wanted to leave the organization for so long. It wasn't like corporate, where someone else would simply fill in and they'd never be missed. Relena's assistant directors were making all appearances, and she'd heard promising things about the young woman she'd hired just before going on leave. Relena sometimes wished she'd had time to get a Master's degree, too, but failing that, she'd been looking forward to lunches with Meiran, and the vicarious thrill of hearing about school from someone else who'd been there.
"Ma'am," Crayton whispered, catching her on the elbow.
Relena came out of her heat-induced daze to blink at the sidewalk before them. Three young men had stepped from the dusky shadows, and were ranged on the sidewalk in front of them, loose grins on their faces. One of them stared at Relena, and put his hand on his crotch, gripping himself tightly before letting go with a leer. Relena blinked, and immediately her hand fell to the dog's shoulders, holding on as though the dog could lend her strength.
"Hand over your cards," one of the young men said. He held up his hand, and a blade shot from his wrist, burying itself in Relena's purse. She jumped sideways, bumping into the dog.
"That's enough--" Crayton started to say.
He stepped forward, hands out, but almost immediately the dog was in the way. It growled low in its throat, teeth bared, ears back flat on its head. Its tail was down between its legs, and it crouched slightly. Relena blinked at the sight of the coppery-brown strip of fur coming up; hackles, she thought, so that's what hackles are.
"Ho... leee... fuck," one of the men breathed. "That's not a dog, that's a fucking cow!"
"Like you'd know a fucking cow if you saw one," the third man said. He backed up a step, and took a second step backwards when the dog's head swung to stare at him. "Call off your dog, lady."
"Call it off or we'll kill it," the first man said - he was the one who'd grabbed his crotch - and he tilted his wrist, pointing it at the dog.
In a flash, the dog moved, a blur of black and brown in the city's hot twilight. There was a high-pitched scream, and two of the men turned, bolting down the sidewalk. The third man was on the ground, and the dog was growling deeply. The sound reverberated in the dog's massive chest, echoing off the empty sidewalk and blank-faced apartment buildings.
"Dog! Dog!" Relena leapt forward, tugging at the dog's fur. She couldn't get a grip, and settled for pulling on its ear. "Stop! Don't get me in any more trouble!"
"Relena!" Crayton hauled her backwards. He stepped forward and caught the dog by the neck, lifting it away as well.
The man on the ground promptly curled up in a ball, his hands clutching his groin. Crayton caught the man by the shirt collar, hauled him to his feet, and punched him once in the jaw. He dropped the man, a disgusted look on his face when the high-pitched keening became sniffling sounds.
"Come on, you," Crayton said, taking her by the elbow and jerking her forward. "Let's move, before they bring reinforcements." The dog caught up with them, its ears still back and its tail lowered, and Crayton spared it a quick glance. "Good boy," he said. "You take rear guard, and I'll take advance."
Relena noted the dog fell into line behind them. She wanted to say something, but it was too much trouble to walk forward without tripping, let alone while trying to look over her shoulder at the same time. Crayton was dragging her at a quick pace, and she focused on breathing evenly and not panicking. Two blocks farther, and she had to call a halt.
"Please, I can't breathe," she said, prying herself from Crayton's hand. "Too hot." She stumbled, and instantly the dog was at her side, breaking her fall. Crayton caught her, and lifted her up.
"Ma'am," he whispered. "You've pushed yourself too far today. When Mr. Yuy finds out--"
"Really, Crayton, Mr. Yuy isn't... " Whatever Mr. Yuy wasn't would have to wait. She could barely grasp at her intended words before they were fading and she was slipping into darkness.
"Thank you again, Crayton," Heero said, nodding at the man's apologetic expression before shutting the door. He leaned against it for a moment, his forehead hot on the cold metal.
Sighing, he pushed away from the door and walked into the bedroom. The dog was lying across the threshold, but stood up at Heero's approach. Heero frowned at that; as he passed, the dog lay back down in the doorway, but it had turned to watch him. Heero shook his head and sat down on the edge of the bed, smoothing Relena's hair away from her neck. She stirred, and he lifted the damp compress from her forehead, dipped it into the bowl of water and squeezed it out before laying it across her forehead again.
"Heero," Relena sighed, her eyelashes fluttering. "Don't be mad at Crayton."
"I'm not," Heero said.
He wasn't sure whether he wanted to sit Relena up and yell at her, slap some sense into her, or kiss her until she couldn't breathe. The phone call from Crayton had had him nearly pummeling the first taxi driver he could find, anything to get him home as soon as possible. He'd managed to arrive only minutes after Crayton, but fortunately Relena's rating wasn't too high; she was probably just in shock and exhausted.
"You met the dog," Relena said. She turned to stare at the dog, then gave Heero a smile. The compress tilted crookedly over one eye, and Heero straightened it. "He saved us."
"I heard." Heero ran a hand through his hair. He was dripping in sweat from the furious rush home. "I should take a shower. You rest, and I'll make us some dinner."
"I can do that."
"No, rest." Heero pushed her back down on to the bed.
Relena pouted and pulled the compress from her forehead. "Everyone's been pushing me today. I'm not an invalid."
"An attitude like that will turn you into one," Heero chided. "You have to take it easy." He stood up, and fixed her with a stern glare. "Just rest. Don't make me worry."
"I'm not," she protested, and started to get up.
In desperation, Heero turned to the dog. "Don't let her out of bed," he ordered, pointing to Relena, who laughed in surprise. Heero gave her an abashed grin. "Well, I figured it was worth a try." He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss, extricating himself when she tried to turn it into something more. "Let go, Rel, I'm dirty and I stink. I want to take a shower."
"You're no fun," she fussed, but let go.
Heero snorted, stripping off his clothes and throwing them into the dirty hamper. Five minutes later he was done with the shower; he opened the bathroom door, rubbing at his head with a towel and came to a stop at the foot of the bed, stunned. Relena was glaring daggers at him, while the dog lay across her lap. The dog appeared to be asleep, but one ear twitched when Relena wriggled under it.
"The dog won't get off me," Relena announced. "It got up on the bed, and laid down, and now it won't get off!" She swatted at the dog. "You're heavy!"
Heero chuckled and cocked his head, coming around to stand by the head of the bed; he couldn't help but be amused by the sight of his wife, pinned to the bed by a dog who possibly weighed as much - if not more - than she. Even with its legs tucked under it, the dog took up the width of the bed; its forelegs were across Relena's stomach, its head hanging off the side of the bed. When Heero crossed his arms and grinned down at Relena, the dog suddenly raised its head. Heero leapt backwards, startled at a cold, wet touch against his dick.
"What's wrong?" Relena gave Heero a wide-eyed look, then stared down at the dog. The dog's ears perked, and its tail thumped several times against the bedcovers.
"Cold nose," Heero choked out, and scratched his balls before removing his hand. The dog's tongue lolled out, and Heero scowled. "Stupid dog." He'd heard jokes about dogs sniffing crotches to say hello. "Consider us introduced, dog, and don't do that again."
"And get used to not sleeping on the bed," Relena added.
She poked the dog, which scrambled off her and jumped down to the floor. It came to stand by Heero, and its hot breath hit him in the stomach; panting over his groin, stirring his pubic hairs gently. Heero glared at the dog; it laid down across Heero's feet. He had to hop out of the way to keep his bare feet from getting crushed.
"I'm going to make dinner," Heero announced, and grabbed a pair of sweatpants from the closet. Pulling them on in jerky motions, he pointed at the dog. "Stay off the bed, and out of my crotch."
The dog's tail thumped twice, and Relena giggled.
"You're not helping," Heero told her, and he had to struggle to retain his annoyed expression. "Just wait until he sticks his nose in your crotch. Dogs do that, y'know."
"Really?" Relena leaned back on the bed, and spread her knees a little. "Can I take you to bed and call you Fido?"
Heero blinked, opened his mouth, closed it, and glared. Relena only giggled, and Heero stomped from the bedroom, not at all sure what had gotten into his wife.
End Part 3
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