25-May-2003
Title: A Moment Of Sanctuary
Author: Windsor Blue
Disclaimers - I don't own Gundam Wing. If you do, then
be happy and well in the knowledge that you make more
money in a week than I have in my entire working life,
and that you have much better, bigger and more
important things to do with your time than hassle me.
Written especially for the Snog Archive Go there now and tell
'em Walt sent ya!
Warnings - snogging!
Rating - PG-13
Pairings - 4x2xR...*evil grin* - Okaasan's a bad
influence!
Feedback to - windsorblue17@yahoo.com
Notes: Hey gang -
Just posting this to make sure there are enough
entries for the bisexual threesome contest...I thought
I only counted two. (I did read that it was still
running, right? If not, sorry for spamming...)
Anyway, it's short, it's sweet, it's old...enjoy!
As nice as it was to have a private, government-sponsored shuttle, the arrangement did have some disadvantages. Chief among them, Relena thought to herself, was the entourage. The press corps could take a flying leap, too, as far as she was concerned. She was fairly sure that if one more person asked herif they could -
"Miss Darlian-Peacecraft, may I get you anything?"
She bit back the urge to snap at the flight attendant and took a deep breath. "No, thank you, I'm fine."
She sat patiently while the attendant moved off, waited one moment more, and then stood up and moved toward the back of the craft as quietly as she could. If her memory was correct, there was a small office in the back with a door that locked. Maybe if she could hide in there for a few minutes, the urge to scream at everyone and everything that crossed her path would pass.
She found the door with little effort and slipped inside, thanking whatever god there was for a moment of sanctuary, however brief. She leaned on the door as it closed behind her, her eyes on her feet, and breathing deeply, she looked up.
And promptly gasped in surprise.
There, on the other side of the desk, were Quatre and Duo - and they were... they were... well, they were quite obviously engaged in more interesting activity than ditching the press corps.
Their arms were wrapped around each other's waists, and their mouths were pressed so closely together that Relena thought they had to be breathing from each other's lungs. Small sounds were coming from their throats - an irregular rhythm as natural as the rain. At her surprised sound, their kiss broke and they both turned to look her dead in the eye.
"I - I'm sorry!" she stammered, feeling her cheeks burn from within. "I didn't mean to - I didn't realize anyone was in here! I was just trying to get a moment to myself, and I - I'm sorry...I'll just go. Please excuse me." Her hand fumbled for the doorknob, but it was stilled by a soft, strong voice.
"Wait," Quatre said, breaking out of his clinch with Duo to move in her direction. "Don't go."
She blinked. "What?"
"Don't go," Quatre repeated, reaching her side and taking her by the elbow. He pulled her ever-so-slightly away from the door and took her chin in his other hand, lifting it so their eyes met. They stood there for eternal seconds before he smiled gently. "You hate it too, don't you?"
"Hate what?" How had she never noticed his eyes were so blue?
"The attention. The demands. The people fawning over you, falling all over themselves to wait on you hand and foot. Yet, for all their efforts, they can never give you what you really want - what your heart truly desires, can they?" His hand moved from her chin to stroke her cheek. "They can't give you the freedom, be it for a moment, an hour, an afternoon - the freedom you need to be who your heart wants you to be. They can't give you the freedom to let your persona go and just be yourself." Relena nodded slowly, almost numbly. He drew inexorably closer, his breath warming her cheek as his lips brushed her ear. "We can, Relena. Will you stay, and let us?"
She found herself nodding, and his lips claimed hers. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened to his will and his tongue, and as her heart thumped in her chest she felt a second set of arms wrap around her waist, and a second mouth nuzzled her ear.
"No demands, Lena. No commitments, no shame, and no regrets."
Her knees nearly buckled at the combined assault, and the second Quatre released her from his kiss, Duo caught her up in another - just as forceful, as sweeping, and yet so very different.
"Let us," Quatre whispered into her hair, and she heard herself say "Yes".
As Quatre's strong hands pulled her down to the floor, Duo locked the door before turning with a smirk and dropping to his knees before her. "Ever been felt up by two horny guys in the back of a shuttle, Princess?"
She grinned as Quatre's hands trailed up her sides. "No, but I guess there's a first time for everything."
Pargan was there to greet her as she disembarked. She slid gratefully into the back seat of the car and closed her eyes, letting her head loll against the top of the seat.
"How was your flight, Miss Relena?"
She smiled slowly. "It was - relaxing, Pargan - very, very relaxing."
*end*
Windsor Blue
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