15-May-2001
Author: Dan
Archive: GWA
Title: Need Some Distraction
Timeline: A few years after EW, after "Prices Paid"
Pairings: 5+R, 2+1+H
Warnings: Sap. ;p
Notes: Any and all formating errors I blame on the #%$# computer >.<
I watched the ambulance drive off with a highly sedated Madeliena Albright and a very irate Hilde, but the EMTs had both Duo and Heero to protect them from the diminutive German. Wufei leaned against one of the fire trucks and closed his eyes.
"Is there any evidence?" I asked him.
"Usable evidence, you mean?" he replied without opening his eyes.
"That's what I mean." I leaned against the truck next to him, and he very carefully wrapped an arm around my shoulders like it hurt to move.
"I don't know. I'm not trained to pick up the pieces." He opened one eye and shot me a sardonic look. "And I doubt they would have much tolerance for a civilian mucking around in their affairs."
"I suppose not," I said in the same self-mocking tone.
"Besides, we've created a department to handle such matters," Wufei said, and smiled like he was sharing a private joke.
I looked at him steadily for a long time before laughing. I laughed longer than I should have, and sighed gustily at the end of it. I was still tired, sweaty, and aching, but no longer quite so heartsick. The problems that had been weighing on my mind didn't seem so heavy anymore, because I knew that I didn't have to deal with them alone anymore. I've always known that, but this was the first time that I realized it. Wufei was watching me with an expression that made my breath catch in my throat.
"Wufei?" My voice sounded a little breathy. It made me wince inside, but there was an intensity to his gaze that made his eyes seem darker.
He blinked, and I could see him start to pull away from whatever it was he'd been about to say. He looked away from me. "I have things I should attend to."
"At seven in the evening on a Friday?" I asked incredulously. He shrugged imperially and started to turn away. I caught his arm and made him look at me. "Oh no you don't."
"'Oh no I don't' what?" he asked. His voice sounded amused, like I'd done something cute and girly, but he didn't meet my eyes.
"You explain to me what that look was all about, Chang Wufei." I made him face me. We were playing a little came of cat-and-mouse with our gazes.
"What look?" I made a small huffy sound and he smirked at me, which was his mistake because it made him look me full in the eyes. The look I saw in them made my toes curl and my stomach tighten. I smiled like a cat with cream, which made his eyes widen.
"That look," I said softly. I had an impulse that was so sudden and unexpected that it made me shudder. I wanted to kiss him, just to see what he would do, just to make sure I was right. Looking up at him in the dusky light, I couldn't think of a reason why not.
I know that there were other people moving around us, but for that moment there was just him. I watched the small lines form between his eyes, but before he could form a question I kissed him, just a chaste brush of lips. It felt like an electric shock ran down my body. This was what I'd been waiting for, my heart told me, this was what I'd been hoping for. Just the touch of our lips made little fireworks go off in blood. I pulled back from him, feeling breathless and giddy. Wufei was watching me with narrowed eyes, like he was concentrating fiercely on something. Concentrating on me; the thought made me shiver.
Wufei was not satisfied with a mere whispering kiss. He slid his arms around my waist and deepened the kiss slowly, so that pressure built inside me and melted my knees. I didn't close my eyes, but watched him as he watched me; never had I felt anything quite so right. I was dimly aware that my hands had slipped up to clutch at his back. I moaned before I could stop myself when he pulled back reluctantly.
"Doing this in public is not a wise idea," he whispered, his voice deeper than normal. There was a little sigh from the people watching us, and I suddenly became aware that we were the center of everyone's attention. I blushed before the anger came. I did not want to share this moment of revelation with anyone. This was between us, and us alone. They had no right to be openly staring at us as if we existed for their entertainment. The one thing that I despise about my life is my utter lack of privacy. Well, now I was going to insist that this one small moment be private.
"I'm sure all of you have better things to be doing," I stated coldly. Wufei glowered at them with the full force of his disapproval and scorn to emphasize my words. No one would meet my eyes as they hurried to be anywhere else. Wufei gave me a pleased smile. I didn't smile at him when I turned to him. I took his hand in mine. "This is between us and no one else. They have no right to watch us as if we were here for their entertainment."
He simply nodded.
"It's not fair that we have to be the center of everyone's attention all the time," I said, trying to find the words that I wanted. "This moment is ours alone, even if it did have to take place in public."
He nodded again.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" I asked.
"Sometimes silence is a virtue," he said sententiously.
I swatted at his arm irritably. "Stop smirking at me."
That made him grin unrepentantly. He pulled me into the circle of his arms, and lowered his lips to my ear so his next words seemed like a caress. "Tell me you don't have anything planned for this evening."
I stared up into his eyes. One kiss and we were both more than ready and willing to jump in the sack. It made me wonder about my self-control. There was something else in his eyes that stopped that train of thought. There was lust in those dark eyes, but there was also this need. A need so deep and overwhelming that it threatened to eat away his heart. He had been alone for so long, and it gnawed at him. I realized then that I wanted to take away that loneliness, that aching regret. I wanted to hold him until it eased. I put what I felt into my eyes when I answered him. "For you, I will always be free."
He traced the curve of my cheek with his thumb as he pulled back from me. "You humble me."
"It's a tough job," I told him with grave seriousness. "But someone has to do it."
He laughed quietly, but it ended in a sigh. It was late, and we were both exhausted. I supposed that could be the reason for our odd behavior, but somehow I didn't think so. A dam had broken, and there was no taking back the emotions that had finally surfaced. I think he knew that too. He looked at me, and shrugged slightly. A simple gesture, but unbelievably communicative coming from him.
"Where do we go from here?" I asked him.
"I don't know," he replied thoughtfully.
I smiled softly. "Well, I guess a good start would be a date."
"A date?"
"You know. You pick me up, we go out to dinner, maybe a movie. A date." I gave him my best wide-eyed and innocent look. He regarded me with deep suspicion. I guess he really did know me a little too well. "Normal people do it all the time."
"Since when has either of us ever been normal?" he asked dryly.
"Then we'll have a not-normal date," I replied crisply. Then I grinned; I couldn't help it, we were being cute and the irony was finally dawning on me. "Come on, it'll be fun."
"You're wheedling," he said with more suspicion than amusement.
"I'm quite good at wheedling; it's my job, after all," I informed him with mock seriousness. I smiled at him adorably. "Don't you want to go on a date with me?"
He was giving me a look that said he wasn't sure where the trap was, but he was positive there was one. "All right."
"That's enthusiastic," I huffed in a tone that said I was only pretending to be offended. I crossed my arms over my chest, and gave him a fair imitation of his glower. "Stupid male, you can't even see a perfect opportunity when it comes and knocks on that thick skull of yours."
Wufei gave me a sideways glance, and then laughed. "Determined, aren't you?"
"You should have learned by now that I rarely give up when I truly want something." I took his hands in mine and looked down at them to cover my blush. His hands weren't all that much bigger than mine, and long-fingered. There were calluses on his palms and the tops of his first two knuckles. "I want to be with you. I want to figure out this with you."
"8 o' clock then," he said quietly. His hand felt comfortable in mine. "Dinner, and maybe a movie."
I smiled at him. "Sure."
Score one for the blonde.
End of Part 12
(:./dan/distraction12)
