by Bronze Tigress
Sherbet + Chapter 11
Dorothy wakes up early the next morning to find herself spooned up around
Trowa, who seems to be still sleeping. When she carefully sits up to get
out of bed, however, he stirs and catches her hand back around his chest.
"Going somewhere?" he asks, voice still sleepy but almost playfully amused.
"Bathroom; I'll be right back," she replies, before slipping her fingers
free. True to her word, five minutes later Dorothy is shedding her robe
again and slipping back under the blankets. "I think they're still sleeping,"
she murmurs, "and I think I could use some more sleep myself." One strong
arm wraps around her waist then, pulling her in close against Trowa's
broad chest and then lifting briefly to flip her hair out of the way.
He nuzzles her hair, then, sighing contentedly, before placing a small
kiss on her ear and falling asleep again.
The next time she wakes, it is to find Trowa leaning over her, brushing
her bangs out of her face with gentle, calloused fingertips. "Awake yet,
my lady? I think our hosts are finally up," he says, smiling lightly.
He tugs the covers down, then, and then slides one hand softly up her
arm and over her shoulder. It isn't until he slides the hand back down
to take hers that she realizes he was fixing the strap of her gown, which
had slipped off while she was sleeping. He turns, bends, and turns back
to hold her robe for her to slip into, then wraps his arms around her,
bringing the pale seafoam satin with him to snuggle gently around her
waist. She cinches the belt into place, turns to lean into his embrace
for a moment, nose tucked into the juncture of his neck and shoulder as
she breathes in the scent of him, and then tips her chin up to kiss him.
"I suppose we shouldn't keep them waiting then," she smiles.
Breakfast is a strangely comfortable affair, once the initial oddness
of it all wears off. Wufei is in the kitchen, still in pajamas and with
his loose hair tucked behind his ears, chopping something - peppers for
omelettes, as it turns out - when Dorothy and Trowa emerge, somewhat shyly,
from the room they had shared. "Good morning, gorgeous, beautiful as always
I see," Duo's voice sounds, startlingly loud, right behind them. Duo slips
up between the two, dropping a kiss on Trowa's cheek before wrapping an
arm around each of their waists in a tiny hug and then turning to Dorothy
with an approving, "You're looking very well, too, this morning. Nice
new style, by the way." He gives the lightest tug on the end of her braid
before he slips right between them and over to the counter where he attempts
to make off with some of the peppers, getting a playful swat from the
cook for his trouble.
"I do believe you have it backwards, Duo," Wufei comments, scooping the
peppers into the pan and putting the knife down. "However," he turns,
and pins Duo up against the counter in one swift, smooth movement, "I
could be persuaded to overlook that." His voice lilts lightly with amusement
as he presses just a little closer, then nuzzles into the back of Duo's
still-damp and very loosely braided hair.
Duo eeps, and then wriggles, and then squirms around to face Wufei. "Ah!
Of course," he says. "But I have to get you a cup first, if you want me
to fix your coffee for you."
"Coffee sounds good to me," Trowa puts in, then, "and I think Doro would
like some as well." He pulls a chair out from the table for her, then
casts about for another chair.
"Nah, Tro, just take one of the ones there; I'll bring in the desk chair
once I'm done pouring," Duo says, and turns towards the cupboard to pull
out cups. Wufei is already back to stirring the pan, but stops long enough
to open the fridge to pull out a carton of eggs, which he sets near the
stove top, and one of milk, which he hands to Duo. "What do you take,
"Ah, both please, Duo, thank you," she replies, settling into the chair
and adjusting the folds of her robe carefully over her knees, a little
Trowa leans in to whisper in Dorothy's ear, "Wufei's right; you are the
beautiful one this morning," before placing a small kiss on her cheek
and straightening to pull one of the other two chairs around to put next
to hers. He still manages to catch a glimpse of the light blush that colours
her fair skin, but Duo gets a much better look, as he is setting a cup
down before each of them.
"One with both, one with neither," he announces, setting the cups on the
table, then winks at Trowa and turns back to slide a cup onto the counter
next to the stove top, "and one sweet for my sweetheart, and... one for
me. Who wants toast?" And so the conversation drops into an easy mundanity,
as if it were not at all unusual for the four to be gathered around a
breakfast table and indeed, have been doing just that every morning for
years on end.
By the time all four are awake, fed, dressed, and ready to face the outside
world, a new sense of harmony has descended on them. Strangely, again,
it really wasn't as uncomfortable to be there as Dorothy had feared it
might be. The atmosphere of family is nearly tangible, and Dorothy, who
really hasn't had much of that growing up, finds it soothing, and oddly
peaceful. She isn't quite sure why or how, but somehow it doesn't matter
anyway. All that matters is that this place has become a haven, and she
is happy to know that there is such a thing for her now.
Dorothy and Trowa take their leave halfway through the morning, Dorothy's
bag slung casually over one of Trowa's shoulders and his other arm around
hers, and Dorothy winding an arm around Trowa's waist. They are both smiling
contentedly as they look back from the bend of the hallway to wave to
their hosts, who - both - smile, and Duo waves after them, then grins
when they move out of sight. He turns to Wufei and asks, "Wonder if she's
going to leave it that way?"
Wufei merely shakes his head, and wraps his arm a little tighter around
Duo's waist, turning him back into the apartment. "I do not know, sweetling,
and at the moment, I am uninterested. I do believe I am feeling... unwell?
Perhaps a bit hot, even. I think I need to be put to bed..."
The words themselves, for once, do not register as being as important
as the tone, which practically oozes heated, breathless desire and sheer
molten need. Nevertheless, Duo is surprised. It's not that Wufei is requesting
his presence in the bedroom -that certainly happens often enough
- but that he is using circuitous - and flirtatious - words to do it.
That, and the oddly... passive note of his suggestions. Duo pulls
Wufei the rest of the way into the apartment, shutting and locking the
door behind himself. Then he looks Wufei up and down, and then past him
to sweep over the apartment. "Wufei," he asks, "where'd you put the pod,
Wufei laughs, and kisses him. "Fine, then, Brightness," he says, voice
regaining its normal serious tone. "You have seen, now, what you wished
to see?" Duo nods. Wufei smiles. "Good. So there is no reason you cannot
take me back there," he says, tipping his head towards their bedroom,
"and take me?"
Duo blinks. "Baby? Are you sure?" Wufei nods. "Because you never said
anything about it before. I mean, I guessed, but..."
Wufei shrugs. "I am now."
"So you are. Shall we, then?" Duo holds his hand out, and takes Wufei's,
and leads him back to their bedroom. Once there, Duo turns to very softly
kiss Wufei. He raises gentle hands to slowly peel Wufei's shirt off, then
to undo the soft pants and slide them down, kneeling to help Wufei step
out of them. His own clothing he removes much more quickly, efficiently
pulling off the shirt and stripping off the jeans. Almost as an afterthought,
he tugs the elastic from his hair and drops it on the dresser. With both
of them naked, he leads Wufei to sit on the bed, and helps him lie down.
Then, he checks to be sure the lube is where he remembers it being, easily
in reach on the bedside table, and that there are towels available. //I
do not want to find out part way through that I have to go looking
Satisfied that everything is where it should be, Duo crawls up onto the
bed, until his hands and knees straddle Wufei's prone form. He lifts his
hands to unravel the few twists of the braid that he had put in that morning,
and shakes his head to settle his hair. Then he bends down to whisper
in one golden ear, "Would you like to know how it feels when you love
me, Chang Wufei? Will you let me show you?" He pauses to nip at Wufei's
earlobe, before he breathes, "Let me love you, Dragon mine..."
Wufei gathers his breath and answers, "I know you do, Duo, and I put myself
in your hands." There are twin notes of pleading and command in Wufei's
voice as he says, "Show me, Duo."
Duo nods, takes Wufei's hand in his, and moves to begin doing just that.
"Let go, then, Wufei, and just feel it." Light touches become firmer caresses,
soft breaths become feather-light kisses, which become little licks and
then harder suckling. Wufei's breaths gradually shorten until he is gasping
and panting. Duo works his way up one arm, and then the other, and then
down Wufei's body, taking care to touch every available bit of skin, but
stopping short, just below Wufei's navel - much to Wufei's obvious dismay.
Instead, he trails his fingers down one smooth leg, so that he can press
licks and nibbling kisses all the way back up -almost. And then he pulls
that knee up and spreads it wide, the heel flat on the bed, and strokes
the back of that thigh lightly, teasingly. Done with that side for the
moment, he moves back down the other leg and back up it the same way,
drawing the first voiced moan when he flickers his tongue out to lick
at the inside of Wufei's knee, and then on up the inner plane of his thigh,
before tugging that knee into a matching position. Pleasing, Duo is, but
he is teasing as well, slowly but surely driving Wufei's arousal higher
with each touch.
Duo takes the moan as an encouraging sign, and continues teasing his way
over every available inch of Wufei's body (except for a certain good handful
and some), until Wufei grinds out, "Duo! Are you trying to drive
Duo grins at that, and reaches for the lube. "Nope, just a little crazy!"
He uncaps the tube, squeezes some out, and then goes back to kissing his
way up the inside of a golden thigh. This time, however, he doesn't stop
a handsbreadth shy of the top, but keeps going, pressing Wufei's knees
further up so that he has to tilt his hips forward, and then open. Duo's
tongue flickers out, licking up, up, all the way up that thigh and then
over, across the back side of Wufei's balls and then downwards. His hands
stroke down the insides of both Wufei's thighs, stopping at the bottom
and pressing lightly apart, thumbs massaging at the tendons, silently
encouraging Wufei to relax, to open before his ministrations.
Wufei moans louder, and can't resist squirming closer to that tantalizing
touch. And then, Duo flicks his tongue out again, running it down, slowly,
pressing firmly, until he reaches the small, puckered opening, circling
it wetly and then pushing against it without pressing in. Wufei gasps,
and moans again, and shifts, squirming closer to that questing wetness,
and Duo smiles and obliges his lover. Moving his head back, he brings
a lubed finger down to follow the same path his tongue had taken, circling,
pressing, and then, when Wufei once again whines and shifts, slowly penetrating
to a depth of perhaps the second knuckle, and then stroking in, and out,
in and out.
Wufei tosses his head against the sheets, fingers clutching at them. "Nnng!
"Yes, dear?" Duo slips a second finger in to join the first just then,
and Wufei tosses his head again.
"You are an evil man, Duo," he grits out, even as his hands tighten on
the sheets and he squirms again, trying to get more.
Duo chuckles just the tiniest bit. "Oh, 'Fei," he shakes his head. "Evil
would be if I stopped now and left you like this, but I won't.
All in good time, though. I need to be really, really sure you want it,
first. I want to see you writhe and moan and lose control. I
want you," he says in a voice gone husky with desire, "to feel
what you do to me," as he slips a third finger in, "to feel how you make
me feel. You drive me wild, mad with passion, over the edge. You make
me feel things I never could have imagined and certainly would never have
believed possible. But I believe it, now, because you loved me enough
to show me, and now..." he says, withdrawing his hand even as he shifts
his weight - and knees - out to one side, to begin kissing his way up
Wufei's abdomen, alternating words and kisses. "It's my turn,"
a kiss to the navel, "to show you," a kiss to the solar plexus, "just,"
the notch of Wufei's ribs, "what heaven," his sternum, "can be," the yoke
of his collarbones, "because," the base of his throat, "I love
you, Chang Wufei." Duo pauses the barest instant before he brings his
mouth down again, this time kissing his love deeply, letting him feel
the depth of the emotion that words cannot tell alone.
Duo shifts his weight, then, slowly letting himself down to lie on his
side, pulling Wufei to roll with him. He breaks the kiss to roll further,
onto his back. One hand on Wufei's hip and another on his shoulder lift
and pull and guide Wufei to his knees, where he stops astride one of Duo's
outstretched legs. "Now, Dragon mine," Duo says, looking up into Wufei's
eyes. He leaves the hand on Wufei's hip where it is, but slides the other
down to take Wufei's hand, meshing their fingers together as he asks,
"What do you want?"
Wufei's eyes blaze, and he slips the knee outside Duo's hips forwards
to stop at waist level, and leans forwards, pressing their joined hands
to the bed above Duo's head. Duo tugs gently on the smooth golden hip
under his hand, helping Wufei balance there as he moves his other leg
forwards, to kneel straddling his lover's hips. "You, Duo," Wufei says,
voice a bit rough, "I want you, beloved." Wufei leans slowly
backwards, wriggling a little to align things, and then slides backwards
some more, slowly impaling himself. Duo's hand on his hip anchors him,
as his own on the bed keeps him steady. Black eyes lock with brilliant
blue as their bodies meet, merging, until, a bit less than half way down,
Wufei's eyes shut, his head drops back, and his jaw falls open, an expression
of utter, wanton abandonment on his perfect features. A small cry of surprise
and delight works its way from his throat.
Duo nearly loses his own fragile control then, at the sight of Wufei so
close to the edge of his, so before he can sink any further, Duo catches
him, the hand on his hip gently contracting, signalling him to stop, and
wait a moment. "Look at me, Wufei," Duo says, voice soft but commanding.
"Let me see you." Only when Wufei nods, and opens his eyes again, and
once more locks their gazes, does Duo let him continue. A small nudge
urges Wufei to raise up a bare centimetre before sliding further down
again, one step up for every two down, rocking slowly deeper into their
union until their hips meet and Wufei's movements even out into a torturously
slow wave, rising and falling like the swell of ripples on deep water.
Duo slides his hand slowly up Wufei's back, to stop behind his neck, drawing
him down for another kiss. Wufei's mouth is pliant and yielding against
his, and despite himself, Duo smiles, recognizing the blissfully heady
condition in which action is reaction and thought blurs with sensation.
He moves, shifting and tilting, to flip them over, laying Wufei down against
the sheets and taking over once more, rocking his hips faster than Wufei
had been. Hands still joined, Wufei's legs gripping Duo's sides, arms
wrapping around each others' shoulders, they move, waves rolling together
towards the shore. Wufei writhes against the bed, head tossing, small
mewls coming with every thrust he meets, and Duo responds, driving them
harder, surf pounding now, clinging tightly to his love. At last, neither
can hold on any further, and with a sobbing cry, Wufei breaks, seed spilling
like foam over golden sands, and Duo tumbles helplessly after him, calling
Wufei's name to the sky even as he himself falls, shuddering, back into
the cradle of Wufei's embrace, burying his head in one tan shoulder.
A long moment later, Duo lifts his head, and kisses Wufei as softly as
sunrise in the springtime, then raises up enough to look into his face
and quietly asks him, "Did you see it?" Slowly, Wufei opens his eyes,
and brings them to focus on Duo's face. Wonder dances hand in hand with
fulfilment and exhaustion in the onyx gaze, and a smile hides in the peaceful
features as he nods, and the arm around Duo's shoulders moves languidly
to pull them back together for another soft kiss.
This time, when Duo breaks the kiss, he is a little more composed than
before, and regretfully moves to unlock their hands and push himself up,
out of their close embrace. "Need to get you cleaned up, baby..." Wufei
blinks, flushes a little as he realizes why, then just nods and smiles
as it occurs to him that he really doesn't want to get up to
do that himself, right now, and Duo is probably quite right. Duo drops
a small kiss on Wufei's forehead, then gathers long limbs beneath himself
to crawl across the bed just far enough to reach out for one of the towels
set by on the nightstand, and moves back to clean them both up. Wufei
shudders a little under the delicate touch on sensitized skin, prompting
Duo to ask, with some concern, "Are you okay, hon?"
"I am well, love. Quite, quite well. But you could press a little harder,"
Wufei replies, voice rasping lazily. He smiles again, and then experimentally
tries to stretch his legs out, wincing a little as taxed muscles twinge
lightly. "Just a little tight," he answers the concern on Duo's face,
even before the question is formed.
Duo nods, hiding a smile at Wufei's choice of wording, as he finishes
his cleaning, then tosses the towel neatly into the hamper. He turns back
to rub soothingly at Wufei's hip joints, fingers unerringly finding the
right spot, as Wufei's surprised gasp attests. "Remember, I know what
you were tensing there?" Wufei chuckles softly at that, and lies back
again, letting his eyes drop closed. In a moment, Duo can hear his quiet,
It is a few more minutes before Duo stops and gently presses Wufei's knee
to let him know he is done. Then, he lays himself back down, stretching
out along the length of Wufei's body and turning into his embrace just
as Wufei rolls over as well, and gathers Duo into his arms. "Love you."
Wufei presses a kiss into Duo's hair before replying, "And I you, _qidi_.
And I you."
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