I gestured into it with my head, we needed to talk.
Her grin turned malicious and she shook her head.
I didn’t change my look and nodded to it again, more demanding this time.
We were going to talk.
She laughed as Duo turned her with a flourish and I rolled my eyes; he didn’t realize...I took a sip from my nearly full glass...for some reason it didn’t taste as good as it normally would...Wufei’d made it...so it must just be me...
When she was again facing me she leaned up and whispered something in his ear. He pulled back and looked down at her, asking her something.
She nodded to me and he started to turn and glance, but she caught his mouth in a kiss...a very long and lingering kiss that was for show.
He knew she was up to something, so didn’t pull back...if he even wanted to...
She smiled at him and detached herself, starting for me.
Duo watched her a second then glanced up at me and I could see the ‘Oops...’ look in his eyes as he realized what she’d been doing.
I sighed as she got closer...finally...I turned and went into the small room.
I really didn’t know why I had even bothered to go to this damned party...It wasn’t like I was enjoying myself...getting pissed at my friends was more like it.
Nikki had been a bitch to me all night...and yeah, it was my fault, I didn’t need to ignore her...but she was over-reacting to it.
They thought it was funny and used every chance to do little things like dance with her...disappear with her into an alcove and come out looking satisfied...and shit like that...she was even being nice to Wufei...
Nikki looked fake as she dropped the curtain and turned to face me. Her bearing was one of purpose, and I knew all too well...what to expect. She was pissed at me, to say the least, and she wasn’t going to hesitate to let me know about it...in a very Nicole fashion.
“What the hell is your problem, Omaesan?”
She tilted her head slightly, losing the pretense, “I’m annoyed. I’m sure you haven’t noticed.”
I didn’t feel like playing this game.
“Yeah...I’ve been noticing...all night. From when I tried to get you to dance with me to when I just wanted to sit and talk ten seconds later...and you went and danced with that over-dressed, high-glossed, asshole, peacock.” the stupid son of a bitch had thought he was better than me...he’d heard her refusal to dance with me...he’d kept up the attitude until she’d went and danced with Wufei...
Wufei...
That had bit...but had been funny...he’d noticed her acting the bitch to me and him acting the ass to me, and cut in like five seconds after the music started...after asking me if he should... “And I couldn’t help but notice when you disappeared with Quatre...”
She was giving me a level look.
I didn’t want to know what they’d done...but he’d looked satisfied when they’d returned...and she’d kept allowing herself to be distracted when I finally did get her to sit still...by basically cornering her beside him and the bar...he had given me this grin...I had just wanted to jump his ass...
“Oh, and then when you danced with Wufei...what the fuck was that? How does he act to you all the time? How does he treat...” I was about to go on, but she cut me off with ice in her voice.
“It was a dance, Heero. I was having fun...and that’s the only reason I danced with you. You know how to...just like Duo...and guess who else...Wufei.”
I took a breath, that wasn’t working.
“Why were you avoiding me?”
That had started after we danced...but it had nothing to do with eye contact. She’d met my eyes every chance she got and pointedly turned her back to me with a flick of her hair...
“Reasons beyond you, Omaesan.”
“You can really be a bitch sometimes.”
She rolled her eyes, “At least I don’t forget that my friends exist until someone points them out to me.”
“I’m sorry.” I offered, my voice flat, “I didn’t mean to ignore you, I was just re-establishing a friendship...”
“With someone who’d do just about anything to fuck you.”
That was surprising. I had forgotten how easily she could read people sometimes.
“That’s not exactly a bad thing...don’t you normally help me fuck people?”
“Everything is situational.”
“Why won’t you just give me a straight fucking answer?”
She had stepped close...too close...even for her normal games...
Decision.
I was going to do this...she deserved it tonight...
I stared down at her as she leaned against me...in order for this to work...I had to make her think I really didn’t know what she was about...that I was falling for it...
Which wasn’t hard to do...‘specially with her looking at me like that...
“Well?” I demanded falteringly.
She kissed me lightly and pulled back, I opened my eyes wider in mock surprise... she was leaning up again...this kiss was so familiar...nothing like when she was sincere... it was the game kiss. I wrapped my arm around her and allowed myself to be pulled into it...glad I’d talked her into the backless...holding my cup back so it wouldn’t get spilled, wondering why I hadn’t set it down...
Not to mention why she didn’t realize I’d know she was playing...
I had to keep my mind about me now...I couldn’t...
She pulled back again and I could see the searching look that I wasn’t supposed to notice...that she should have realized I’d see...I ran my hand down her side and settled it on her waist, wrapping my other arm around her instead using my hand as I pulled her in for another kiss, hoping not to spill the drink on her...I almost felt bad for playing her...
Almost.
I ran my fingers lightly up her back to her hair...causing her to shiver...that was always fun...I ran my fingers through her hair breaking the kiss for a breath of air and searching look before re-doubling my efforts as she ran her hands through my hair and settled them on my neck...
I was slightly disappointed, she was wearing her hair down so she wouldn’t look mussed...
She was keeping herself back...not letting herself fall completely for it...even though she didn’t realize I was playing...my mind raced over her preferences...she shivered again and I tried to pin down what that had been from...shit...
The guy only won the games when he got layed. That was a fact we’d established long ago...and I had only won a few times...losing by choice now and then... She’d told me why...she probably shouldn’t have done that...it was the little things that I liked to do that got her...the little things I’d do without thinking about it...I couldn’t help but smile slightly...hoping she didn’t feel it...I could win tonight...
I walked backwards to the wall, intensifying the kiss three-fold...her hands hadn’t been idle...she’d already won in the more normal sense...but this wasn’t a ‘normal’ game by any standards...I could tell that, now...I’d thought she’d over-play a bit, but she wasn’t stopping...and this was way past a mere ‘over-play’...this was too serious to even be play...
I tried to figure out what else it could be...
She would allow her games to go further with me...she’d admitted to that...that if it were getting serious then she’d still go a bit more...this had to be one of our more serious rounds...if it were any form of a game...which I couldn’t figure out now...
This would work better if she were against the wall...and if I could set the damned glass down...but the table was too far away. Moving now would ruin it...this sort of thing built up momentum...very needed momentum...
Suddenly, she stopped. I stared at her as she walked across the room and pumped some lotion into her hand and started rubbing it in...Quatre’s staff had bottles of lotion in every alcove... I didn’t realize the signifigance of her getting some while I set my cup down.
She was really annoyed with me, though...she wasn’t even letting down her guard...she didn’t hesitate to start where we’d left off...my pants were already unzipped... I would have a time tonight...this could get fun...damn...now I couldn’t turn...her...
Her hand had slid down my pants and I took in a sharp breath as I tried to clear my head...useless, of course...but...this would pass soon...it would...she’d stop...she...I...I didn’t want her to...but she would...she always...now she was kissing my throat...my thoughts scattered...
“Shh...” her voice was quiet...I tried to...to...listen...but...but...
I couldn’t play now. She’d won...I couldn’t be mad at her either...
But she wasn’t...she wasn’t...stopping...she hadn’t...hadn’t...oh man...it felt good...so good...my thought process stopped again...a bit longer this time...how could she...
“Shh...” she was still focused on my throat...
Why...why wasn’t she...she...stopping...was she going to...to...oh shit...
“Shh...” it was a bit firmer this time...then her mouth was over mine...
Holy shit...
A second passed and I returned the kiss as I remembered where we were...how many people were here...and a number of other things that had slipped my mind...like the closed curtain being the only thing between us and the party...she broke off the kiss.
Wait...she hadn’t been against the wall...
“Mmm...” she licked her lips, shifting...and seeing as I was leaning fully against her...she was shifting in very interesting ways... “Sweet...tastes good...can I have some more...” she leaned up and kissed me again, then pulled back before it could get serious...
What the fuck...I blinked as I looked down at her...why had she stopped? I moved to kiss her again, then the thought from the back of my mind worked it’s way up...with dreadful clarity.
She was playing.
Shit.
She stood perfectly still for a moment, watching me. “That was fun...” she murmured, instantly noticing my change.
I let her go quickly, wondering when I’d grabbed her...pinned her...how long she’d throw this one in my face...I had completely lost it...I couldn’t quite make myself step back yet...
She smiled, “What are you drinking? That does taste good...” she looked a little too smug as she licked her lips again...she’d stopped playing now.
“Purple Passion...” I muttered without really thinking about it...I was only a little annoyed with her...and trying to figure out what her problem was...among other things.
She watched me as I took another sip, then smiled, shifted interestingly again, and kissed me...I couldn’t help but return it...then she chuckled darkly.
Shit...I met her eyes, taking a large drink...fine...
She likes my drink? Well then, I may as well share it...
I was tempted to just spit it from my mouth to hers, but that would ruin the effect...and probably cause me some pain...we were a little too close for me to get away with something like that.
I leaned down and kissed her fully again...doing things she liked...She returned the kiss, surprised and starting to get into it...doing things I liked...
I stepped away...slightly pacified...I had ended that one...
“Here,” I offered her the drink, “You can have it. It tastes better from the cup.” I hid the edge in my voice rather well...in my opinion.... “If you want more you’ll just have to ask Wufei.”
I saw a slight flicker of disappointment as she accepted the cup, but she replaced it with a slight smile as she shook her hair back and laughed...almost convincingly...
Disappointment?
“I’ve got to go, I’ll talk to you later, Omaesan...” she stepped around me, trailing a hand across my side.
It occurred to me what she had done before all those words registered...the ‘why’ she had done it, actually...
Now I needed to change...which meant coming up with a reason to leave, and a reason to come back in different clothes...and she would probably do something else to me later...Which wasn’t exactly a bad thing...but...
I got annoyed with her again.
I took a deep breath, calming myself, “Nicole...” I called, turning to face her and she paused near the door, looking at me, I shook my head, “What the fuck?” I had no reason to fight my aggravation...somewhere in the back of my mind I found it amusing that I was annoyed that she’d done that...I had wanted her to, after all...
It was the reason she did it though...that’s what bothered me...because I couldn’t figure it out...
What was the matter? There was something more than me ignoring her at dinner...though that was a large part of it...
She looked me over, her eyes somehow masked, “I thought you’d enjoy it.” she took a drink from the cup.
She knew I knew she understood what I meant.
“Bull shit...” I muttered under my breath, trying to remember exactly what had happened...I hadn’t lost it like that since...
She shrugged slightly, “Cow’s shit too...”
“Shut-up.” I snapped. I didn’t need this.
I expected her to be very pissed at me for that, but she didn’t say anything.
She opened the curtain, tying it back up.
I looked up to her again, her eyes didn’t seem as pleased as they should be and there was a new smugness in her manner, “Zip your pants. Relena’s coming.”
Then she was walking off, still in sight of the door.
I did as she said, quickly.
As Relena passed her, she didn’t even notice her...damn...that was bad...for me... Nikki watched her pass, then met my eyes, sipping on the drink in a complacent sort of way.
She was too smug...amused...she didn’t seem to realize that she had still been moving interestingly...well, I had been leaning against her...she probably had...
This wasn’t making sense.
“Heero, what are you doing back here by yourself?” Relena asked me happily.
I looked her over, she looked really good, her dress was backless and her hair was fixed nicely...she had a suggestiveness to her manner...if Nikki were right...which seemed to be the case...then...what was her problem? She never acted like this...she would befriend my interests and help me...
I tried to smile, not succeeding.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, concerned, stepping close.
I shook my head, closing my eyes, “Nothing...Nikki’s mad at me...”
I could feel Relena tense, “Why ever is she mad at you?” she moved closer, running her hand through my hair and behind my ear, “What could you do to anger anyone?” she dropped her hand, watching me.
I managed a wry smile at that...the words and the action...
“And why does it bother you?” she moved even closer, her hands resting on the fly of my jeans, “I haven’t seen you in so long...” she trailed off, looking hurt as I didn’t respond to her obvious advance.
I wasn’t actually paying much attention to her, I was annoyed as something occurred to me...she and Nikki did not like each other at all.
I finally gave up, focusing on Relena. It was Nicole. I’d find out as soon as we were alone again...hopefully that wouldn’t be ‘til sometime tomorrow...
But it was too late. Relena had pulled away, “I’ve got to go...”
Then she was also gone.
Well...Fuck...that was really annoying. Nikki was pissed and Relena...well, I doubted she wanted to see me anymore tonight...
If no one was around, then I could leave without question and make something up...but first...
Nikki was near the door, she was talking to one of the peacocks as I approached her...
She glanced over her shoulder at me and re-focused on him, ignoring me.
I smiled slightly at him, wrapping my arms around her waist and leaning close to her ear, “What shall I do?” I whispered.
She glanced at me as the man blanched.
I kissed her neck, eyeing him darkly. If she said anything to me, it would reflect bad on her...I’d see to it...and she knew it. She was annoyed to the point that she wouldn’t be able to murmur a loving ‘stop’ and make it sound convincing...
The funny thing was, we had agreed to do this if something happened and we were pissed...this exact situation...I doubted she’d see the logic of it though...
He looked around, uncomfortable.
“Get off me, Asshole.” she whispered too low for him to hear, shifting her chin so I had a better shot.
She was too funny.
He cleared his throat, “Uh...” he was still looking around.
I moved up to her ear, “Make me...”
She flicked her hair slightly, “I will if you want me to...”
I chuckled darkly, “Oh, I do...”
“I’ve got to go...” he turned and walked off.
She was utterly pissed. I didn’t let her turn on me, holding her waist so she couldn’t. “Let’s go.” I said, taking the cup and setting it on a table, then pushing her to one of the doors, keeping up the charade...she didn’t seem to mind me kissing her neck...or the slight hickey...that was sort of annoying...but of course, it wasn’t very noticeable...I was disappointed there...but she was still thoroughly pissed.
After exiting the party, I switched so I was pulling her by the arm so it looked like she was walking with me.
I was really glad she hated being watched, or she may have made a scene.
She tried to jerk away when we were safely out of view of everyone, “What the fuck are you doing?” she demanded.
“I could ask you the same thing. What the hell was that?” I loosened my hold.
She rose her eyebrows at me as she jerked away, “That, Dear-one, was a hand job, and if you need to ask...”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Then what did you mean?” her tone was dark.
I looked her over, “You know, sometimes you piss me off.”
She smiled in mock sweetness, running a hand down my chest, “Funny, you piss me off, too.”
“How?” I demanded, shifting back.
“How? How?” she was shaking her head, “You’re almost funny.”
“Let’s go. I need to change.”
She chuckled evilly, “I certainly hope so...I didn’t go through all that trouble for...”
“Tcch...shut-up. You don’t even know...”
“Oh I do...I do.”
Why was her voice so dark?
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