Sixteen

Shit Happens
Part Two

      Why was her voice so dark?
      “I got you off...and you liked it.”
      She wasn’t serious. She couldn’t be serious...
      “You liked it and want me to do it again...don’t ya, Heero?”
      I turned and looked at her.
      “What do ya say, Heero, want another go?” she stepped close again and started for my pants, bending her knees slightly.
      “Want some help?” I asked, hoping she would stop if she thought I thought she was serious. I started to undo my pants...if she were serious...
      “We might want to find a room.” she muttered.
      I stopped.
      She laughed, not stopping...of course. She was on her knees now.
      “Stop!” I grabbed her wrists and pulled her up, wishing I’d called her bluff...but something was different tonight...
      She continued smiling, then leaned up and kissed me, pulling my face to hers and ignoring my hands on her wrists.
      Oh that kiss...
      It was easier to pull off this time than last time, because last time she had been trying to...seduce...me, so to speak...being convincing...
      I let go of her wrists and avoided her eyes as I re-buttoned my pants, then turned my back to her and started down the hall.
      What was with her?
      She followed behind me touching me at every chance she got...in ways...if it hadn’t been her, it would have been with intent...she was really into it tonight...she commented on how jumpy I was the entire way up...leaning close, whispering in my ear...touching me...in this tone...by the time we got to the hall that led to our rooms, she had my shirt completely unbuttoned...her smugness returned as we stepped into the room. “So what did Relena have to say?” she asked as she shut the door and I pulled the shirt off.
      “Shut-up.” I threw it into the laundry basket with more violence than necessary.
      “That wasn’t very nice of her...”
      I turned on her, “Shut-up.”
      If she continued in that tone, I’d slap her.
      “Don’t try to tell me what the fuck to do, chikushoume.”
      I smiled coldly, that wasn’t the first time she’d called me a son of a bitch, and she knew I was indifferent to that particular name, “Don’t put us in a situation where I have to, Kisama.”
      “Kiss my ass.” she had lost some of her cool.
      “I’d rather not...but maybe if you’re offer down in the hall still stands we might be able to work something out.” I moved closer to her.
      “You’re fuckin’ stupid. Shut the fuck up...”
      She had a way with comebacks when she talked to me. I always found the maturity level of such things amusing.
      “Only if you do, Nik, only if you do.”
      “Fat chance, Asshole. It’s not every day I get you so jumpy...what’s the matter...” she touched my stomach and I jumped back, losing the amusement.
      “Stop it.”
      She seemed different somehow...
      She laughed, “Poor, Heero...” she reached again, “Can’t fuck Relena...” I smacked her hand away, “...and I’m not cutting you any slack...” I started to turn to the bathroom, “That was fun, by the way...” I stopped, “But you were getting a little loud...”
      I turned on her, managing to catch myself in time miss her face, then used my other hand to punch the wall beside her head, leaving a dent...I leaned my weight against my arm, feeling a little relieved for two reasons. One, I hadn’t hit her and God did I ever want to...and two, that was some stress relief...not so much from what she was saying, but from the tone of it all...that maddening tone...
      She actually flinched, then slowly looked back up to me, completely shocked for an instant, obviously shaken, “I dare your ass.” she said coldly, recovering, “I fucking dare your ass to slap me, see how that goes...”
      I met her eyes and we stared at each other, I shook my head, “What the fuck is going on, Nicole? Why the hell did you give me a hand job, why won’t you stop touching me...” I avoided the near chest stroke, “And why are you so pissed?” I moved forward again, putting my arms on the either side of her head, leaning against them so my face was within an inch of hers...ignoring...trying to ignore...her running her hand down my side, meeting her eyes.
      I really needed to get her to stop that...It felt too good...all I needed to do was...
      She leaned up to kiss me and I barely managed to avoid it, then moved a bit closer.
      “If you need to ask, then you are the one in trouble.” she replied, leaning against the door, crossing her arms...she had this look...if I hadn’t known how pissed she was...I knew how to win...just hadn’t let myself succeed...yet...sex with her meant more than that...more than winning a game. I closed my eyes a second...then opened them to look at her again...that look...it was hard not to make my move...It would be so easy...just kiss her...just lean in and down...
      I stepped back, breathing deeply, not sure what to make of what she’d said, knowing better than to stay that close.
      She walked away to the bathroom and slammed the door shut, locking it.
      I took more deep calming breaths looking at where she had been. When I’d caught myself, I had let my annoyance come through...but it would have probably ruined the door so I’d aimed just to the side, to the wall...
      That was a large dent.
      I felt a brief flash of guilt...I’d had every intention of slapping her...at first. I got annoyed again as I thought over what she’d been saying...doing...she was the only person who pissed me off by doing me favors...of course...she wasn’t doing them as favors, she was doing them for other reasons...most of the time...once in a while she’d do an authentic favor...more times than not, actually...but the ones she did for other reasons seemed to stick in the mind more...
      “You gave me a fucking hickey!” Her voice was a bit upset...
      I had to grin at that, “Oops...sorry, dear....guess I got carried away...and you know how far a moment can carry me...”
      There was a long silence.
      “I’ll make it bigger, if you’d like...”
      The shower turned on and it occurred to me that now I couldn’t go back to the party...that now I’d have to wait...and my grand plan of kissing her when no one was around had pretty much been shot to hell and back three times over...I should have taken that chance...shoulda...coulda...woulda....dammit.
      She was still pissed when she came out, wearing a robe, untied as usual, and her hair in a towel. She ignored me, going to the dresser, grabbing some clothes and going back into the bathroom, somehow managing to ignore my watching her.
      I got pissed...the least she could do was fucking glance at me...flick her hair... something...I hated it when she just ignored me...‘specially when I was trying to antagonize her...
      The phone rang and she paused as I picked it up, “Hello?” she slammed the bathroom door.
      “Heero?” Quatre’s voice was slightly muffled and I could hear people, “Where are you?” his voice was surprised.
      I snorted, “Did you just call my room?”
      I did not want to talk to him.
      He laughed slightly, “Sorry, I meant to call your cell phone...where’s Nikki?”
      He had looked so smug earlier...that was the wrong question to ask.
      “I didn’t interrupt anything did I?” he asked without giving me the chance to reply...which was probably a good thing... “You two looked pretty...”
      I could hear Duo laughing in the background in a knowing way, making a comment that had something to do with ‘games’...
      I snorted again, “Yeah right. She’s pissed at me.”
      “What’s she doing?”
      “She took a shower, she’s getting dressed.”
      “Oh, why did you guys leave?”
      “She pissed me off.”
      “So you chase off her...friend with sexual innuendoes...and leave...together...because you’re pissed at each other? That makes sense.”
      I could hear some commentary from Duo along the lines of, ‘Actually, it does...’ but he was hushed.
      I snorted again, “She did me a favor I didn’t need and decided to have some fun with it...”
      “She did not!” he was amused and slightly shocked...I didn’t hear any aggravation though...I wasn’t sure what to make of that...
      “Yeah, she did.”
      He muttered that to the guys.
      “I told ya...” I could hear Duo in the background again, meaning he’d told me I’d hear about it...along with a chuckle from Wufei...great...
      He shushed them.
      “And you’re pissed? She’s the one...”
      “She had a little too much fun with it.” I told him in a biting tone, he was not going to try to get details...and I just wanted to move on.
      “Yeah...She’s the one you always...”
      “Yeah.” he knew how I felt about Nikki...so how could he...I pushed that away. I would have done it too probably, if our situations had been reversed...
      I hoped none of them would hear the details of tonight...that had been bad...my playing hadn’t been noted by her...so was more for her own success...early success...
      He was confused a moment and I could hear Wufei saying something, “Oh my God...then Relena went...” he started laughing. “Oh man...poor Heero...can’t get layed tonight...” he laughed harder. “Did you thank her for the favor? Seems to be all you’ll get for a while...”
      Hmm....they’d all had a bit too much to drink...
      More laughter from my ‘Friends’...I was almost disappointed to hear Trowa with them too...
      I rolled my eyes, not getting as annoyed as I had when Nikki’d said it...must be the tone... “I could if I wanted to...”
      He snorted, “I doubt Nikki would give you the time a day...”
      “I’m not so sure of that.”
      He went silent.
      They were prompting him.
      “Apologize...kiss her...move on from there...it’s possible.”
      I wouldn’t actually do it, so I was just being full of shit...but then...he had known my feelings for her and...
      “I don’t know...”
      “Want me to prove it? Keep in mind that she’s been toying with me for a while now...you think I don’t know what she likes? That I can’t make her shiver at a touch?”
      She opened the bathroom door and came out in her jamas, “Who is it?” her hand was at her throat, covering the hickey, and her voice was a bit...quavering?
      She’d heard me...why wasn’t she going ballistic?
      “Don’t worry, if it were for you I would have fuckin’ told your ass.”
      “Good thing I didn’t think it was for me then, Asshole.” she said, grabbing the brush and sitting on the bed, regaining her composure.
      I’d forgotten how fond of that term she was when she was pissed at me.
      “Holy shit, you’re both pissed, aren’t you?”
      More laughter.
      Quatre seemed to have realized I was full of shit...couldn’t be from her tone, now could it...not that I couldn’t do it...
      I snorted again, “To say the least.”
      “Let me talk to her.”
      I quelled my urge to hang up on him.
      “Here.” I offered her the phone, “He wants to talk to you.”
      She grabbed it from me, flicking her hair, trying to hit me with it.
      “Took you long enough in the fucking shower...” I muttered darkly, avoiding the wet flying strands.
      “Hello?” she asked almost too sweetly, ignoring me.
      “...And save your shit. He heard your ass.”
      She looked up to me, “Wait.” her tone went dark, “You can make me shiver later.”
      I nodded, “Don’t think I won’t.”
      “You really want to argue tonight, don’t you...”
      “No. I want to fuck.” I slammed the door, too, causing the wall to shake.
      “Yeah, Heero, real fucking impressive...”
      “Just shut-up!”
      “Go fuck your princess...”
      I cracked the door to look at her, “I would if I could, but I can’t leave your ass here unprotected...tell Duo to come up...he’s down there with Quatre...and who knows, with you being as touchy-feely as you are...he might get layed...”
      I slammed the door again and started the shower, hearing something hit the door.
      “Oh my God...you son of a bitch...” she was pissed. Quatre had heard her, that was a given...he was also probably asking her about it... “Heero’s an asshole.” she informed him quite clearly after a pause...for me more than him.
      She continued to talk to him quieter after that. Her tone too low for me to hear...but it sounded like she was reassuring him...
      What an asshole...
      I could only think of one thing she’d be reassuring him about, and it gave me the feeling she wouldn’t be sleeping in here all night...
      When I came out, the room was dark and quiet.
      “You could have at least left a fucking light on.”
      Not that I needed any...the windows let in more than enough light for my eyes to adjust...but she was normally that considerate...no matter how pissed she was at me.
      I glanced around, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, glaring at me.
      I had decided it best not to go through with the Duo thing...as tempting as it was... she would kill me if I asked him to come up now.
      “What?” she said condescendingly, “The poor wittle Gundam pilot afraid of the dark...”
      “Oh my God, shut-up!”
      “Make me, Asshole...” her tone changed to pissed seductive, “Make me shiver, Heero.”
      “You want me to?”
      “I’d like to see you try.”
      She didn’t mean it.
      I stopped in front of her, “Shut-up.”
      She stood on the end of the bed
      “You’re pissing me off...”
      I somehow managed to catch her hand before it met my cheek and I met her eyes through the darkness, breathing shakily and trying to control my anger...
      “Don’t fucking tell me to shut-up...” she flexed her hand as if debating weather or not to try and yank it away, “Where the fuck do you get off saying shit like that to people?” she was pissed...that couldn’t be hurt in her eyes...
      “You don’t think I can?”
      She shook her head, an unbelieving look on her face.
      I pulled her closer with the hand, nearly pulling her off the bed, and wrapped my other hand around her, kissing the small of her neck lingeringly as I steadied her, then ran my hand gently up her spine...letting myself go for that one instant...moving that small bit closer...trailing my lips across her neck...
      She shivered, lifting her chin slightly...and yanked her hand away, pulling completely back as if I’d burned her...or something...it was like nothing she’d ever done before...her eyes were wide and shocked...and locked on mine.
      I fully expected her to slap me.
      We stared at each other through the darkness for what seemed like an eternity... her eyes were completely disbelieving...
      “I told you I could.” I murmured quietly, wishing she hadn’t stopped me.
      “If you don’t knock your shit off, I’m gonna leave.” her voice was also different...
      I nearly laughed at that, “And where would you go?”
      Not that I really needed to ask...she’d set this one up nicely...
      “Quatre’s rooms.”
      “Quatre’s rooms?” I laughed emptily, “Quatre’s rooms...of course...tonight’s... entertainment. That must’ve been a preview when you disappeared with him earlier...”
      Her brow furrowed and she looked about to protest.
      “Does that make you happy, Nikki?” I demanded before she could say anything, “That you have the chance to fuck one of the richest and most influential guys in the colonies?” I shook my head, “Is he gonna buy you some sparklies and more nice dresses? Has he made you any promises yet?” I was surprised at how much that idea bit at me...those couldn’t be tears in her eyes...“I don’t even know why you’re pissed at me.” I hissed, dropping the pretense and pulling her off the end of the bed by her waist to look down at her, leaning close to her face again, holding her there, “It’s something other than dinner, but, for the life of me, I can’t figure it out.” I let her go but didn’t step back.
      She stared at me.
      Were those tears?
      Her eyes were full.
      “Do you know what happened, when I disappeared with him earlier?”
      “You did him a favor, I’m sure.” Why was she that close to crying... “Don’t worry, he appreciated it...”
      “Fuck you!” she shoved me, then wiped her eyes, “Fuck you....” she shoved me twice as hard as she ever had before, falling back onto the bed when I didn’t move.
      She continued to stare at me, shaking her head, then turned and crawled across the bed, “Good night, Heero.” her tone was hard.
      “Good night?” I demanded, nodding as she settled down.
      It figured.
      “Good night.” she repeated firmly.
      “When are we ever going to finish a fucking argument?” I demanded, sitting on the edge of the bed, wishing for something to throw, noticing her hairbrush...it was on my nightstand...
      “When you can not hit a wall...or a door...or a window by my head. How’s that, huh? You think I like seeing you that pissed?”
      “You sure as hell fuckin’ act like it...”
      She ignored me, finishing her sentance, “...That you nearly hit me every fucking time we argue? Do you like scaring me?”

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