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- Chimera of Life -
Story
Four: Uneasy Alliances
by
Heartfire
***
A couple of her girls
grabbed both her arms and started to drag her away.
“Let me go! Dammit! I want
to slit his throat!” She had enough of his glares from the other side of the
stream. Had enough of his sneers, his high eyebrows, degrading look, holier
than thou attitude! They’re the ones who’d been hiking through tropical mountains
in East, West, Southeast Asia for the past months, facing all dangers his boys
hadn’t met and they came out of each of those dangers alive and successful!
“Ping! Get a hold of
yourself! It won’t do if you bite on him now. He’d just sneer at you some more.”
Ping tried her best to get
out of her friends’ grasp. Her heels were making a trail, and her buttocks kept
on hitting protruding rocks!
“You have to beat him in his
own game.”
“Besides, we know we’re
good. That’s all we need to know. We don’t need his opinion.”
“And we’re going to show it
to them. We’ll be given a chance.”
“Just be patient. I think
he’s the only one in that group with that attitude anyway.”
Ping closed her eyes. ‘Be
patient. Be patient.’ She took a deep breath and let it out while at the same
time, tried to think of the time when she had left Wufei high and dry for
words. Yes… that helped. “I’m okay. Let go.”
Her troop looked at her.
“I said I’m okay! Let me go-
Now!” She suddenly found herself staring at the blue skies above, the
back of her head aching. “Gee. Thanks. You could have let me down gently.” She
started rubbing her head as she glared at the grinning faces of her friends.
“You know… If he wasn’t such
an ass, I’d say he was cute.”
Ping stared at one of her
girls. “You’ve got weird tastes, Miondy.”
Miondy winked. “Yes. I know.”
Everyone rolled their eyes.
“Come on… it’s getting dark.
We have to get back to the camp.” Ping pushed herself up, brushed away some of
the soil and leaves on her body then started walking while the others followed.
“Christine, I want you to
contact headquarters tonight and tell them of our progress.”
“Of course, Ping. I’m on
it.”
“And I want to have a talk
with McGregor.”
…
Ping ran inside the tent,
right behind Dawn and saw the whole communications equipment in pieces. “Okay,
what’s the problem?”
Christine and Erica looked
at her.
“That’s what we’re trying
to-”
“Figure out, and it’s
getting on my nerves!”
Ping bit her lower lip to
stop the sigh that wanted to escape from her lips as she walked towards the
table. She was no mech genius but she does know some stuff… though there hadn’t
been anything Erica couldn’t fix before.
“I wash my hands off it. I’m
going to go out and punch the bag. Anyone going with me?!” Erica’s fiery brown
eyes made everyone shake their head. “Fine. You know where to find me. Maybe by
the time I cool off, I’ll see the prob.”
“Yeah… In a week or so.”
Helen sighed as she dropped on the ground as soon as Erica was out of earshot.
“She’s the one who holds the longest grudge, how’d you expect her to fix that?”
Ping shook her head. “Don’t
worry, she knows her duties. I would advice that you all be nice to her though.
You know that she’s one of the best.”
A grumble of agreements
came. It wasn’t surprising since all of them were tired already.
“We still have our radio.
Use that later Christine.” Ping looked at the parts once again then shook her
head. “Anyone have any ideas?”
They looked at each other
then shook their heads.
“Uhm… the boys?”
Ping’s suddenly flaring eyes
darted to Samantha who flinched instantly. “Sam, if you’re joking, I advise you
to shut up.”
Dawn took a step towards the
cringing Samantha while Christine moved to Ping. Always the mediators in the
group, the two gave a meaningful look to each other, one not lost to Ping.
“Dawn, Christine… You both
know me well enough…” The warning was there, but the two didn’t heed it.
“And you know both of us
well enough, too.” Dawn said as she placed a hand on Sam’s shoulder.
“Well enough to know that we
will say what’s on our mind.” Christine added as Ping looked at her. They know
that they were playing with fire right now, completely disobeying an indirect
order from their commanding officer. Ping just hates that.
Dawn nodded. “Ping, Sam is
right. We might need to ask for outside help. Erica wasn’t able to do it… the
other camp might have ideas.”
She knew she was being
bullheaded but- “In your dreams.”
“Ping.” Christine’s voice
was the tone of reason as she moved in front of Ping and stood there. “You’ve
always done the best for our team. I know that deep down, in that sensible,
realistic mind of yours, you know that it’s much better to go and ask. Your
pride is being a hindrance right now and that’s not at all like you…”
Ping tried her best to act
as if she didn’t understand, but her expressive sea green eyes showed too much,
and her sense of duty bound her. “I will not go there…” She walked to the
nearest chair and sat. “But if anybody wants to ask for their help, I won’t
stop her.”
She kept her eyes settled on
the transmitter while around her, the girls looked at each other until
Christine tapped her right hand to her chest and the others nodded. Christine
flipped her straight, long black hair, walked in front of Ping then saluted.
“Permission to be excused,
ma’am.”
Ping nodded half-heartedly,
still staring at the table. She heard the light flutter of the tent as
Christine left then silence encompassed them. Her heart thudded against her
chest, painfully reminding her that she was being unreasonable… that she was
letting her friend take the bull by its horns… that what Christine was doing
was supposed to be her duty. With that last thought, a frustrated growl left
her and she stood up.
“Clean up.” Then she left
the tent and checked Christine’s position. Her friend was walking quite slowly.
“Christy!” Her friend didn’t turn… Either she was too deep in her thoughts, or
she needs to talk louder. Ping decided to call her code. “Kuriko!”
Christine stopped and
turned, delighted to see Ping walking towards her. She waited until the
grimacing blonde reached her and nodded. “Hey, Minxie Lady.”
Ping just wrinkled her pert
nose. “You know what? Just be happy I’m your commanding officer, or you’d be
back at the base, demoted.”
Christine’s Asian eyes
smiled. “I know.”
With one last sigh, Ping
combed her finger through her thick mass of curly, blonde hair that glinted
with the moonbeams and moved ahead. “Let’s go.”
“Right behind you, Colonel.”
Hackett was not the first to
see them walking towards their camp, but he was the only one ready to face a
slightly angry commander, disappointed that they still hadn’t found what they
have looking for.
Wufei heard the soft swish
as someone walked inside his tent.
“Permission to speak, sir!”
He nodded absently as he
stared at the map on his table. They’ve covered the whole sector north east of
their camp. But it was small compared to the whole, separated Southern India.
“Colonel Rossi is moving to
the front, sir.”
At the sound of her name, he
nearly broke the pencil in half. Why that reaction? He wasn’t sure… And why was
it that he could feel… excitement? For his answer, Wufei just grunted as he
straightened and turned to his second. “Announce them inside when they get
here.”
“Yes sir.” Hacket saluted
and walked out, leaving Wufei staring at his pencil.
He wasn’t sure why he took
his hair out of its band, combed it quickly with his hands and re-tied it then
straightened some of his things on the makeshift table he was using, but he was
sitting on a chair by the time Hackett came in and announced their visitor’s
arrival.
“Colonel Rossi, sir!”
“Send her in.” Wufei felt
the urge to act bored, and he did.
From outside, Ping motioned
for Christine to stay then she walked inside just as Rene held the tent open
for her then dropped the flap and stood on guard, forcing his eyes not to look
at Christine who was busy trying to look uninterested.
Inside, Wufei stood just as
Ping came in. “Colonel Rossi.”
The high and mighty air she
had seen before hit her once again, and she tilted her chin higher in response.
“Commander Chang.”
“This is an unexpected
visit.” The light from the portable glow sent soft glints springing from her
golden curls and Wufei found himself staring at her hair.
“I came to ask you…” Ping’s
jaw locked as she battled whether or not to ask him. When his right eyebrow
arrogantly rose in question, she nearly wounded herself with the way her
fingernails dug into her palm. She must do this… She will take this on just as
she had done previously, with grace and good manners. Slowly, a painful smile
appeared on her lips though her eyes were as cold as outer space.
“You came to ask me, what,
Colonel Rossi?” Wufei prompted. Here it was… He knew they couldn’t do anything
by themselves.
‘Don’t
force me!’ Her
mind screamed as she tried her best to work her jaw. “I came… to ask… for your…
help.”
The last words were said
through gritted teeth but Wufei heard it and the supercilious smirk that he
gave her made Ping want to murder him right there and then.
He knew it. He just knew
they couldn’t survive! “Where do you need help with, Colonel Rossi?” Wufei
crossed his arms over his chest, proud that they finally succumbed. He’s gonna
use this until the mission is over, just like the way they wear their clothes.
Ping was the epitome of
anger. “The WARC malfunctioned. My technicians were not able to locate the
source, and since you would probably need the machine for visual contacts, I
wish to extend the responsibilities to you.”
Wufei nodded that arrogant
nod of his as he grabbed his cap off a chair and walked to the entrance. He
must admit, knowing how much she disliked his camp but still having the nerve
to ask for help, well… it was, a bit admirable. With his face in its usual
scornful mask, he flipped open the tent flap. “Let’s go and find out what the
problem is.”
Ping walked out of the tent
as proudly as she could. She didn’t even meet Christine’s questioning eyes as
she stared straight ahead.
“Hackett.” He nodded as Rene
stood in full attention. “Get Blaksher.”
“Yes sir!” Rene turned and
jogged to Josh’s tent to jar the man out of his break. “Josh! The Commander
wants you.”
At those words, Josh was out
of his bed and was running out of his tent in his camouflage pants, plain white
shirt, and untied boots.
“Blaksher, sir!”
Ping watched as Wufei barely
gave the new man a glance and motioned with his hand.
“Come with me.”
“Yes sir!”
Wufei turned to Ping and
gave her an inquiring look. With her chin held high, she led the way.
A few minutes later, Erica
and Josh could only stare over the dismantled machine.
“Are you sure you modified
the use for the relay diodes’ negative polarity switching?” Josh asked as he
tapped the transistor.
“Yes. I’ve already done
that.” Erica muttered as she curled her hands around the table edge. Does this
guy actually think that she doesn’t know what she’s doing?
“Let’s try to put this
together again.” Josh whispered as he glanced at Erica.
She shrugged. “Fine.”
Wufei stood on the other
side of the table while Ping stood at the opposite end. The whole table was
between them as Josh and Erica worked diligently to put the radio together
again.
“Don’t forget. Headphone
audio controls are on the left side and the transmitter selection controls are
on the right.” Erica muttered as she pointed at the parts.
“Got it.” Josh grinned. Girl
knows her radios well. “The red and green LEDs are located on the left and
right sides of the DX right? Just like the classic convention for visuals?”
Erica nodded as she smiled
at Josh, rather sweetly. Wufei glared at his man while Ping mentally goaded
Erica to flirt.
“Where’s the keyer and
footswitch plug?” Josh asked as he tried to look for the parts. When he felt a
tap on his shoulder, the things he was looking for were on Erica’s palm.
“I’ll plug them into the
jacks at the rear panel.”
Josh almost laughed but he
accidentally looked behind him and Wufei made him swallow his smile. “Er… good…
How about the digital voice keyer?”
“Already configured and done
with.”
“Okay. Great!”
In no time at all, the two
had the radio the way it was before… and still not working.
“Well… and I thought two
heads were better than one.” Ping grumbled as she stood behind Erica.
Erica just sighed while Josh
gave a helpless look towards his commanding officer.
Wufei pressed his fists
against his hips. They should find out what’s wrong… They should! “Let me see
that.” He knew some things about radios… but other than the needed facts, he’s
not into them.
Ping raised her eyebrow
while the two subordinates got out of his way. She wished with all her might
that he wouldn’t find the solution.
Wufei looked at the radio as
if he knew what he was doing when, at that moment, his mind was drawing a
blank! “Have you… checked the batteries?”
Ping nearly fell down on the
ground at the suggestion. What? Did he think them that stupid?!
“Batteries?” The two
subordinates quipped from the other side.
“I didn’t check it.” Josh
said as he rubbed his head while Erica frowned in deep thought.
“Uh… considering that there
isn’t anything wrong with the hardware…”
She couldn’t believe her
ears! Ping shifted her inquiring green eyes to Erica, who wouldn’t look at her.
Wufei couldn’t be right… He couldn’t be! “Erica, bring a new battery for the
radio and let’s try Commander Chang’s simple suggestion.”
The way she said ‘simple’
made him churn. He just hoped that he was right… Then she’s going to eat her
words.
They waited until Erica came
back. Josh installed the new battery and Wufei turned it on.
The screen flickered green.
Ping grabbed the table.
‘No!’
Wufei’s lips tilted to one
side victoriously. ‘Yes!’
Josh and Erica looked at
each other and shook their heads. All the technicalities understood and the
only thing missing were batteries!?
The two commandants’ eyes
met and sizzled with a deadly promise-
“Ping! The bentos are…” The
two women who came inside the tent from the other end, stopped. A stick fell
from the bundle in their arms as they felt the unmistakable tension in the air.
‘Lydia! Miondy! Why now?!’
She scolded them in her mind. All right… it’s not their fault that they had
been out the whole day to finish the bentos so they really do not know what was
happening… but damn! What perfect timing!
“Uh… Colonel Rossi…” Lydia
started as she slowly bent down to retrieve the sticks, only to have the others
slip from her arms.
Ping grimaced inwardly while
Erica and Miondy helped Lydia. Wufei, on the other hand, was wondering how
Rossi acquired the name Ping… He never really noticed it before, though he was
aware of her full name.
“I know, Whitten. You
finished the bentos.” How she was able to say that without screaming, she had
no clue. Her team finally had everything in order and faced her once again
while Wufei crossed his arms over his chest.
“We… we just wanted to see
if you think that these were good enough… Colonel Rossi.” Miondy walked a few
steps forward and stopped between Ping and Wufei.
“Why don’t you let Commander
Chang take a look at it?” The sarcastic comment left her lips before she could
stop it. Her eyes widened but Miondy had already taken heed her suggestion and
was now facing Wufei.
Wufei stopped his train of
thoughts then looked at the sticks and picked one out. He knew that she didn’t
really mean for anyone to hear what she had said, but everyone did hear. Her
sarcastic tone couldn’t make his victory wan, though. “Coarse…” He noticed the
different width and sizes to accommodate everyone before he picked one up then
held it out in front of him, critically eyeing it. “Light and balanced.” He
placed the stick back on Miondy’s bundle. “It’s useable.”
Ping was sure she saw a hint
of interest in those bleak, black eyes when the bento sticks came in… And she’s
usually not wrong when it comes to reading people… So, why not invite him
along?
The sweet taste of revenge
sent her careening back to life and Wufei, who happened to glance at her
direction for no reason, saw a dangerously wide smile… Her green eyes held a
look of… hidden mischief? But ever competitive, as his nature was, he placed it
aside. ‘Bring it on…’
“Commander Chang…” Ping
started as she tilted her head just an inch to give a haughty look. “I’m sure
you will honor us with a quick demonstration at our monthly practice,
tomorrow.”
Wufei frowned and was about to counterattack with some witty reply that he has yet to come up with, but she spoke again.
“We will provide your bento,
and just so you wouldn’t feel embarrassed in front of so many people, I will
pair with you.” She looked at Josh. “The whole Preventer’s platoon are invited.
Refreshments and entertainment are on the house.” Ping gave a cursory glance at
Wufei’s direction and saw him steaming. ‘Oh… yes…’
Wufei’s eyes were like thin
arcs… One could almost not see them with the way they were dangerously
narrowed. She was asking for it… bad. Fine… He’ll play her childish game. “When
and where, Colonel Rossi?”
…
He could feel the excitement
emitting from his men as they stood in front of him. The sparkle in their eyes
and the different straightness of their backs, not to mention that he could
smell the distinct scent of aftershave colognes…
“The usual rules will be
followed. Understood?!”
Wufei saw a slight droop from
his men and he nearly smiled. The anticipation was still there… and he’s got to
be on his guard… “Move out!”
…
“Is everything ready?”
Ping’s voice shouted as she clapped her hands. She looked around the teams and
waited until each one gave their ok signal.
Food was easy to find. Right
now, the fruits and games they acquired, plus the provisions in their supply
tent, was beautifully arranged on top of overlapped, gigantic banana leaves on
the ground. It looked like a picnic.
Entertainment was also easy
to do so her troops weren’t really mad at her sudden decision… they were
actually excited! For the first time since they left the IA compound in Central
Asia, they looked as if in uniform. Everyone was wearing camouflage, makeshift
shorts and white shirts, attractively decorated with a knot just slightly above
their navel, and exotic flowers adorned their hair. The thick green grass was
like the finest carpet, so they didn’t bother to wear their boots. Besides,
they’ve already checked for sharp objects around the area three days before.
The sun was well overhead
when Ping glanced westward, where the Preventer’s camp was. And sure enough-
“Here comes the cavalry…” A
slow smile lighted her face while her troops filed in.
…
His lips pursed and a dark
scowl appeared on his face as he caught sight of the place. It looked like…
Trouble.
“This is going be a long…
day…” Wufei muttered to himself as he forced his feet not to falter when the
lines of women appeared in view… and right in the middle- Ping Galeana Rossi.
He stopped just a meter away
from Rossi, the humid weather causing him to sweat profusely.
“Commander Chang…
Preventers. Welcome.”
Wufei just grunted. What
could he say?! He doesn’t want to be here?
Ping smiled wider. “My team
started a tradition, a year ago, to leave one day of the month to something
akin to the Alliance Goodwill Games. It was a day to relieve our frustrations,
stress, and to show one’s skills through physical workouts.”
Wufei’s eyebrow shot up. Not
once had he seen these girls get up early and jog around their compound… Not
once did he ever see them do exercise… How do they expect to do this?
“We usually have two teams,
but through unanimous consent, my troop wished to change the rules today.”
Wufei frowned. He just
walked into a trap… He could feel it.
Ping’s smile shone like the
blinding sun. “They would like to have an Intelligence Alliance versus
Preventers game.”
A trap. ‘I knew it! I knew
it! I knew it!’ And yet, he still went ahead to get caught… His men heard the
challenge. He could already feel their surprised looks. Too bad- “We don’t
fight women.”
Ping’s smile nearly
disappeared, but she caught herself. “This is not a challenge or a fight. There
are no winners or losers. This is just a… demonstration…”
Wufei gritted his teeth… ‘Demonstration
my ass.’
Ping walked closer to Wufei,
and in a low voice, just for them to hear, she gave her delivering blow.
“Unless of course if… you’re afraid your men might lose…” She pushed the right
button… She knew it the moment his charcoal eyes glinted.
He was so used to doing
things his way… alone. If he were alone, he’d just leave her. Sure, he has a
team with him every now and then for Relena’s sake, but not like this… not a
platoon under his command until a mission is over. This was different from solo
missions or one-day surveillance… and he wasn’t sure what to do… For the first
time in his life, he turned around and faced his men to ask… their opinion.
“Well?”
For a moment nobody moved,
too surprised with their commander’s question, then, one by one, they nodded.
Wufei felt a surge of excitement. He turned, and a smirk played on his lips as
he met Rossi’s proud smile, then he nodded.
She let the warm feeling of
satisfaction course through her veins. “We will start with food, then
entertainment, and finally, the demonstrations.”
…
‘It was wrong for those
women to dance like that in front of the men.’ The thought left Wufei grimacing
as he stared at the ‘demonstration’ in front. It was just plain wrong. The
dance was a cross between a hula, interpretative dance, and… well… whatever. He
couldn’t blame his men for drooling… and then after they offered and seduced,
Rossi announced the game. Now, an hour later, they were down to the last
subordinates.
Fine. So his men lost the
first two battles because they were a bit… dare he say it? Overconfident and
they misjudged the women’s strengths- not to mention that they were still in
their fantasies somewhere… But they also won here and there… Right now they
were tied and Hackett was in the circle with that Asian looking girl.
He had her pinned and Wufei
found himself mentally rooting for the man.
Inside the circle, Rene was
half glad that his commander couldn’t see his face. “I’m sorry.”
Christine smiled sweetly as
she brought her knee up, shifted her weight and had Rene pinned on his back
before he knew it. “Nah… I don’t hurt easily.” She noticed another white flag
on her side. “Another point for me.”
Ping clapped her hands and
half the crowd groaned while the other half cheered.
“Time’s up!”
Christine and Rene slowly
moved away from each other, shook hands then went back to their sides of the
table. She was given a winner’s welcome while Rene was given pats on the back
and silent, but cheerful consolation.
Wufei checked his troop once
again, then Rossi’s. Nobody had been hurt throughout the five minute
‘demonstrations.’ Probably some bruises by tomorrow, but other than that, no
broken bones and no actual physical contact. They stopped their blows before it
touched the bodies… The rules were that simple. Also, not stopping anytime,
except when down, within the allotted five minutes for the kids, and ten
minutes for the commanding officers. Now, it’s time for-
Anticipating charcoal eyes
met headstrong green and then she nodded. The signal.
“Do you wish to use the
bento, Commander Chang?”
The chatter died down at
Ping’s question.
Wufei just grunted as he
nodded. It seemed that she wouldn’t
give him any other choice.
The same girl who had
dropped the sticks the previous night walked between them and Ping quickly
chose her bento. Wufei eyed them carefully, took his time before he selected
and by the time he looked up, Ping was already inside the circle with an
impatient look on her face.
‘Why the heck am I doing
this?!’ The thought occurred as he stepped within the stone lining. Something
flashed in front of his eyes. Memories… Merian with a broomstick and doing her
forms under the soft glow of moonlight…
“Commander Chang? Shall we
begin?” Patience, she tried to tell herself, but she couldn’t wait!
He doesn’t know how well she
thought herself skilled with this weaponry, nor did she know how confident he
was of his expertise. He wouldn’t hurt her… No. He’ll just bruise her ego… Yes…
They bowed then began.
Ping’s hands clutched the wood that fit in her palm, with her arms bent and
eyes narrowed. Wufei only brought the
wood in front of his face, perpendicular to the ground. Simple, but his feet
were already in position for attack, defense, or retreat- that he will not do.
She knew, somehow, that he
would not be the first to strike, probably because of what he said about not
fighting women? So, even before he chose his bento, she had already decided to
start it off… Funny. She’s unusually calm.
“HA!” She attacked him and
he stopped her, just as she knew he would. So they played.
Wufei’s eyebrow rose. She
was certainly aggressive. Mentally, he checked his distance from the stones and
found himself too close for comfort. Without thinking, he stopped one more of
her attack, brought her stick down, then the next thing everyone knew, he had
gracefully jumped over Ping’s head.
Confused and surprised, Ping
suddenly felt her feet swept from under her and she found herself facing the
clear blue sky.
Mischievously, he leaned
down and gave her an innocent look. “Already down, Colonel Rossi?”
Anger fueled her as she
quickly jumped up and faced the smirking Wufei. She’ll make this up to him.
Their bentos clunked with
each encounter. Wufei found an opening and he couldn’t stop himself as he went
for it. He didn’t even see Ping’s smile as she anticipated his move,
sidestepped just as he was near and then closed her arm and hand over his bento
to secure it against her hip while her own swung and stopped just a breath away
from the nape of his neck.
“Aren’t you happy that these
are sticks instead of swords, Commander Chang?”
Wufei mentally cursed as he
tried to move his bento… but he knew her move well enough. It was one of the
oldest tricks… and he fell for it. Damn her.
With a low chuckle, just for
him to hear, she let his stick go.
He assessed her stance
quickly, expertly. Judged the stormy green eyes and clamped small chin, and saw
that she was ready for him… Ready that was unlike… any he had ever seen in a
woman. She had the aura of someone to be reckoned with… of a fighter, like himself.
Merian, too, was a fighter… but she had always thought and teased him to be
soft and feeble. The woman in front of him knew his strength, age, and skill
but was ready to face it. The thought left him inspired. Excited.
When their bentos locked,
Ping frowned at the interest in his eyes. Something had changed, and the
realization that he finally accepted her as- at least- near to his equal,
seeped through her anger. She smiled, not at all like the previous, calculated
smile full of hate and ice, but this time, that of appeal. “Shall we give them
something to talk about, Commander?”
Wufei nearly grinned like an
idiot. Oh he’d like that. “If you’re up to it, Colonel.”
They fought now, as warriors
should. With grace, skill, and passion. With interest at how each other would
block, defend, and attack… coupled with the desire to win.
He was on the attack and she
was ready to block when the well-walked upon grass, already mushy and gooey,
made her slip. A gasp left her lips. Wufei himself was surprised at the sudden
fall.
A bit groggy, Ping scissored
her legs and caught him unawares. Wufei tried to catch his balance. Instead, he
fell on top of her.
Ping’s breath was snuffed
from her lungs in a swoosh. “Geeze! You’re heavy!”
Wufei glared down at her.
“This is your fault.” He hates it when he loses his balance!
With a grunt, Ping surprised
him and Wufei found himself under her, bento against his neck. “There. That’s
better.” She likes this position.
Her inner thigh was against
his cheek. His upper torso, secured under her legs… and if he looked down from
her face, he would be in direct contact with her… uh… Something bubbled in him… a thrill that made him angry and…
afraid at the same time.
He moved quickly and she
found herself under him, once again. This time, slightly ready for his weight,
she found it… nice…
How come he never noticed
that she had a sprinkle of freckles over the bridge of her little nose?
His bento was in the same
position she had on him a little while ago- against her neck. Thinking quickly,
she lifted her free hand, and then pushed her weight. This time, they rolled on
the grass, their bentos in an aggressive x between each other while their legs
tangled suggestively. It was starting to be like… playing-
“CHANG!”
“PING GALEANA ROSSI!”
The two stopped in mid-roll
at the all too familiar voices of… Lady Une and William McGregor…