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"Help how?" she asked cautiously, stepping closer to the edge but keeping a careful eye on them to stay away from their splashes.
They disappeared underwater again, and she stepped closer again -- she knew it was a bad idea, but she couldn't help it. She needed to see what was going on.
Of course, she wasn't expecting an empty pair of jeans to jump out of the water and almost smack her in the face. She gave a little yelp of surprise and indignation -- it was drenched with water and merrily dripping on her summer dress -- and, still holding it, glared at the boys still mock-fighting loudly in the water.
It appeared that Heero favored white boxers.
It also appeared that when wet, boxers had a tendency to stick to the skin. And turn sort of see-through.
"Nice view, eh princess!!" Duo called merrily as he dived, swimming away from Heero. The Japanese boy growled and looked ready to follow, but then he froze and turned around. Their eyes met and their cheeks caught fire at the same time from realizing she had been watching his butt.
"Uhm-- your jeans," she muttered, reaching out to give them to him.
He accepted them, blushing, looking away. She felt a funny tingle when his wet fingers brushed against her wrist.
They were so busy not-looking at each other that neither noticed Duo had left the pool until two wet arms encircled her waist. She yelped as a trail of cold water made its way along her neck and down her neckline. The back of her summer dress was sticking to her and Duo's skin and she shivered, struggling weakly.
"Duo, what are you doing?!" she demanded, trying to squirm out of his hold without unbalancing them both, not wanting to fall on Heero.
He laughed, low and rough and vaguely threatening just beside her ear. "Guess." And with that, he lifted her up, moving her as if going to throw her in the pool. She shrieked, reaching out for Heero with one hand as she clung to Duo's arm with the other. The Japanese man hurried to climb out, but Duo just took off running around the pool with her under his arm like a package. She kept on shrieking, caught between laughing helplessly and protesting that treatment.
Finally, Heero had Duo cornered between the edge of the pool, a deckchair and the diving board. The American brought Relena up against his chest like a shield, his arms still tight around her waist, and she kicked and called for Heero between two fits of laughter. Heero and Duo were glaring at each other like two cowboys about to duel. Heero kept advancing slowly, Duo kept stepping back just as slowly.
"Duo, put me down now. You're dripping all over my dress," she commented as calmly as she could. The only reply she got was Duo stepping on the springboard. She was getting a bad feeling about the way the situation would end.
"Put her down, Maxwell," Heero threatened, fighting to keep the corner of his mouth from tilting up. "You've got nowhere to go."
"Lemme think about it-- Nope."
And suddenly they were falling back, Duo laughing maniacally, and she had the time for a good, loud scream before they hit the water.
She could hear/feel the surface break once again as Heero dived after them, and she struggled to escape, remorselessly stepping on Duo to push herself toward the air. Heero caught her arm, helping her to keep her head over the water as she coughed and -- very unattractively -- blew chlorinated water out of her nose.
"Duo!! You little--" she growled, looking around for the traitor. Her so carefully washed and combed hair was a tangled mess, her nose burned, and her pretty summer dress-- ack!! She struggled to make Heero let go, to free at least a hand, and tugged desperately on her sleeve, caught under Heero's fingers. The large neckline was now going from the left of her neck to her right elbow, baring her right breast almost entirely. And her plain white bra was just as see-through as Heero's boxers.
"Stop that!!" he ordered, scowling -- but then he looked down to see what she was doing and she saw him stare and start blinking quickly at the plunging view he had of her breasts. Mortified, she pushed away from him and started to swim toward the edge of the pool.
She knew how to swim, but she'd never tried with shoes on, and the large folds of her dress were getting tangled around her legs. It was the only reason she accepted the hand Duo was holding out.
She sat up on the ledge at his side, wringing her hair and wiping her face, and then she gave him her best smile and pushed him headfirst in with both hands. When she left the pool's immediate vicinity for the gravel path back to the house, Heero was still laughing.
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"See. He wants you to eat his love sausage," he told her later in the afternoon as they were resting on the side of the pool, her sunbathing in a deckchair, him having just come to rest his upper body on the tiled edge.
She turned her head toward him and glared, trying to ignore the way her cheeks burned. What was it with Duo and his obnoxious comments? He could smile as charmingly as he wanted, he was not off the hook yet and wouldn't be for a while if he kept on being so childishly annoying.
Heero was swimming laps, his previous ball game with his longhaired lover abandoned for a moment. Relena noticed that he was out of hearing. Of course. Duo was many things but not careless.
"Seriously, he was so thinking dirty thoughts 'bout you. Don't tell me you didn't notice."
"Maybe he was just embarrassed because your innuendos are about as subtle as a kick to the head?"
The American man snorted. "You can keep telling yourself he's not interested, Relly-baby. I'll just have to find other ways to convince you."
"Why don't you go swim laps too?" she asked in a tone that was appropriate if you knew that 'go swim laps' was Relena-code for 'go to hell'.
Chuckling, he obeyed.
She closed her eyes to let the sun warm her, but couldn't help hoping that Duo's next plan to prove to her that Heero was truly interested in her as a woman wouldn't leave them locked in a room together and naked.
She had to admit it; he had -- well, he HAD looked down her dress a second too long. And blushed a lot, which she wasn't aware Heero usually did. And watched her as she left, chin held high... just to realize as she neared the house that the flimsy material would only have been more see-through if it had been white. As it was, pale green and soft pink cotton didn't hide very much wet.
But maybe-- maybe that was just casual. He could find her cute or physically attractive without actually wanting to do anything about it. It didn't mean he thought her anything more than a friend.
But -- but. Duo said Heero loved her. And she had accepted that; she just hadn't accepted that he loved her in a more than platonic way. Except he did watch when he could... but then men were like that. Maybe, she thought, maybe she just would have to check how much physical attraction there was, too.
Yes, Sol, next will be your tidbit. Promise. In the meantime... *goes back to writing Evilness*
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zania*"Help how?" she asked cautiously, stepping closer to the edge but keeping a careful eye on them to stay away from their splashes.
They disappeared underwater again, and she stepped closer again -- she knew it was a bad idea, but she couldn't help it. She needed to see what was going on.
Of course, she wasn't expecting an empty pair of jeans to jump out of the water and almost smack her in the face. She gave a little yelp of surprise and indignation -- it was drenched with water and merrily dripping on her summer dress -- and, still holding it, glared at the boys still mock-fighting loudly in the water.
It appeared that Heero favored white boxers.
It also appeared that when wet, boxers had a tendency to stick to the skin. And turn sort of see-through.
"Nice view, eh princess!!" Duo called merrily as he dived, swimming away from Heero. The Japanese boy growled and looked ready to follow, but then he froze and turned around. Their eyes met and their cheeks caught fire at the same time from realizing she had been watching his butt.
"Uhm-- your jeans," she muttered, reaching out to give them to him.
He accepted them, blushing, looking away. She felt a funny tingle when his wet fingers brushed against her wrist.
They were so busy not-looking at each other that neither noticed Duo had left the pool until two wet arms encircled her waist. She yelped as a trail of cold water made its way along her neck and down her neckline. The back of her summer dress was sticking to her and Duo's skin and she shivered, struggling weakly.
"Duo, what are you doing?!" she demanded, trying to squirm out of his hold without unbalancing them both, not wanting to fall on Heero.
He laughed, low and rough and vaguely threatening just beside her ear. "Guess." And with that, he lifted her up, moving her as if going to throw her in the pool. She shrieked, reaching out for Heero with one hand as she clung to Duo's arm with the other. The Japanese man hurried to climb out, but Duo just took off running around the pool with her under his arm like a package. She kept on shrieking, caught between laughing helplessly and protesting that treatment.
Finally, Heero had Duo cornered between the edge of the pool, a deckchair and the diving board. The American brought Relena up against his chest like a shield, his arms still tight around her waist, and she kicked and called for Heero between two fits of laughter. Heero and Duo were glaring at each other like two cowboys about to duel. Heero kept advancing slowly, Duo kept stepping back just as slowly.
"Duo, put me down now. You're dripping all over my dress," she commented as calmly as she could. The only reply she got was Duo stepping on the springboard. She was getting a bad feeling about the way the situation would end.
"Put her down, Maxwell," Heero threatened, fighting to keep the corner of his mouth from tilting up. "You've got nowhere to go."
"Lemme think about it-- Nope."
And suddenly they were falling back, Duo laughing maniacally, and she had the time for a good, loud scream before they hit the water.
She could hear/feel the surface break once again as Heero dived after them, and she struggled to escape, remorselessly stepping on Duo to push herself toward the air. Heero caught her arm, helping her to keep her head over the water as she coughed and -- very unattractively -- blew chlorinated water out of her nose.
"Duo!! You little--" she growled, looking around for the traitor. Her so carefully washed and combed hair was a tangled mess, her nose burned, and her pretty summer dress-- ack!! She struggled to make Heero let go, to free at least a hand, and tugged desperately on her sleeve, caught under Heero's fingers. The large neckline was now going from the left of her neck to her right elbow, baring her right breast almost entirely. And her plain white bra was just as see-through as Heero's boxers.
"Stop that!!" he ordered, scowling -- but then he looked down to see what she was doing and she saw him stare and start blinking quickly at the plunging view he had of her breasts. Mortified, she pushed away from him and started to swim toward the edge of the pool.
She knew how to swim, but she'd never tried with shoes on, and the large folds of her dress were getting tangled around her legs. It was the only reason she accepted the hand Duo was holding out.
She sat up on the ledge at his side, wringing her hair and wiping her face, and then she gave him her best smile and pushed him headfirst in with both hands. When she left the pool's immediate vicinity for the gravel path back to the house, Heero was still laughing.
+
"See. He wants you to eat his love sausage," he told her later in the afternoon as they were resting on the side of the pool, her sunbathing in a deckchair, him having just come to rest his upper body on the tiled edge.
She turned her head toward him and glared, trying to ignore the way her cheeks burned. What was it with Duo and his obnoxious comments? He could smile as charmingly as he wanted, he was not off the hook yet and wouldn't be for a while if he kept on being so childishly annoying.
Heero was swimming laps, his previous ball game with his longhaired lover abandoned for a moment. Relena noticed that he was out of hearing. Of course. Duo was many things but not careless.
"Seriously, he was so thinking dirty thoughts 'bout you. Don't tell me you didn't notice."
"Maybe he was just embarrassed because your innuendos are about as subtle as a kick to the head?"
The American man snorted. "You can keep telling yourself he's not interested, Relly-baby. I'll just have to find other ways to convince you."
"Why don't you go swim laps too?" she asked in a tone that was appropriate if you knew that 'go swim laps' was Relena-code for 'go to hell'.
Chuckling, he obeyed.
She closed her eyes to let the sun warm her, but couldn't help hoping that Duo's next plan to prove to her that Heero was truly interested in her as a woman wouldn't leave them locked in a room together and naked.
She had to admit it; he had -- well, he HAD looked down her dress a second too long. And blushed a lot, which she wasn't aware Heero usually did. And watched her as she left, chin held high... just to realize as she neared the house that the flimsy material would only have been more see-through if it had been white. As it was, pale green and soft pink cotton didn't hide very much wet.
But maybe-- maybe that was just casual. He could find her cute or physically attractive without actually wanting to do anything about it. It didn't mean he thought her anything more than a friend.
But -- but. Duo said Heero loved her. And she had accepted that; she just hadn't accepted that he loved her in a more than platonic way. Except he did watch when he could... but then men were like that. Maybe, she thought, maybe she just would have to check how much physical attraction there was, too.
Yes, Sol, next will be your tidbit. Promise. In the meantime... *goes back to writing Evilness*
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"Maybe he was just embarrassed because your innuendos are about as subtle as a kick to the head?"
Hehehe... I just love that comment. Duo was asking for it, and deserved what he got... this time.
*bounces* I must see more! Pleeeeeeease? You ended this part just as things were getting interesting. *pout*
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Mais je vais quand même plutôt réclamer un peu de cloneness pasque ça fait longtemps et que je suis en manque, lol
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*snerks* Oh ye of perverse thoughts. ^_____________^ Hehe, I loved, and YAY RELENA GOT THROWN INTO THE POOL! *boogies*
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A have seen this done well only once before and it is rapidly becoming my one true pairing behind H/D. Duo is going to corral Relena and Heero into bed before the week ends.
The boy is fox crazy, shameless, and blessed with a sinner sweet body, those two have no chance on earth but it will be fun to see.