by Hex
"I have to wonder what that was all about," Dorothy said and eyed Relena. "I don't seem to recall giving Duo any sort of birthday gift."
"Anniversary gift. You know Duo doesn't have a birthday." Relena shut the door to their hotel room behind her and kicked off her shoes.
"Everyone has a birthday, regardless of whether or not they know it. Calling it an anniversary is a moronic attempt at political correctness, Relena. It's his birthday, he just simply chose it rather than having it assigned to him by fate. My feelings on the matter are that it makes the date far more his own than anyone who simply celebrates the day they could no longer be sustained in a uterus," Dorothy pursed her lips at Relena. "And do stop trying to steer the conversation away from the issue at hand, I did not give Duo any gift, birthday, anniversary or otherwise."
"Well, I sent it from both of us. I thought that was reasonable," Relena said, pointedly.
"We're giving gifts together now?" Dorothy paused for a minute, a feigned expression of horror on her face. "It makes me feel as if we're attached, even married. How dirty."
Dorothy pretended to brush dirt from her hands in an exaggerated, lady-like fashion. She could see Relena rolling her eyes at the display in her peripheral vision. She turned around to face Relena, who had a smile hovering at the corner of her lips.
"So what exactly was this gift?"
Relena smiled fully. It was devious and smug, an unusual expression for the usually demure woman. It delighted Dorothy. Relena sat at the vanity and undid the clasp of her necklace before speaking.
"Well, you know that Duo's favourite past time when we're together is trying to guess the colour of my underwear?" The smile twitched with evil glee. The necklace was laid aside. Dorothy felt her blood warm a touch.
"His first guess is always pink, a jab at me of course. If he thinks he's guessed the colour correctly, more than likely he judges by the shade of red I turn, he'll start guessing the cut and style. He always insists on asking if they're crotch-less first."
"I'm fully aware of his hobby," Dorothy snapped. "He's far too interested in what lays between your thighs."
Relena turned to look up at her. The smug smile was still in play, flickering and twitching in anticipation on Relena's face. Dorothy felt a frown crease her brow. She arched an eyebrow at Relena and waited.
"You sound jealous, Doro."
Dorothy huffed at the nickname.
"Well, if the little troll wasn't so interested in using you as part of his sexual fantasies I wouldn't feel so irritated. I might even be kind to the letch."
"He's harmless."
"Relena, his greatest sexual goal is to have you under him and Heero in him at the same time." Dorothy retorted.
"The boys were drinking and joking." Relena gave Dorothy a look that declared she was being a fool.
Dorothy wondered for a moment if she looked as irritated as she felt.
"Hardly, Maxwell was serious. Even Chang agrees with me, and heaven knows that requires events of biblical proportions and significance."
"Dorothy, really, no matter what Duo's feelings or opinions are, I'm not sleeping in his bed, now am I?" Relena asked. She wiggled shedding the coat that went with her suit and popped the first few buttons on her shirt. She tugged it away from her chest, flashing the tops of her breasts and showing peaks of the cream white of her bra. The sheen of sweat on Relena's forehead made Dorothy unsure if the action was a distraction tactic or actually an attempt to cool a too hot body. She decided she didn't care.
Dorothy leaned over Relena from behind the chair. She smirked at Relena's reflection in the vanity's mirror and slipped a hand into Relena's shirt. She cupped then began kneading a breast. Relena's eyelids flickered; her tongue slipped out and wet her lips. Dorothy breathed hot in Relena's ear, rubbing her nose slowly against the lobe before taking it between her teeth. Relena tilted her head slightly towards the attention. Dorothy released the earlobe with a smile.
"Now Relena, tell me about this gift you gave to the man who spends every moment that you are within his presence trying to convince you to show him your underwear." Dorothy kept fondling Relena's breasts. She would get so breathless when Dorothy toyed with her nipples. Dorothy was hard pressed to resist coaxing Relena to talk when she couldn't quite catch her breath.
"Well, I thought it was only fair, since it was his birthday-"
"I thought it was his 'anniversary', Relena darling." Relena gave her a sharp glare before continuing as if the interruption had never happened, pausing only to gasp when Dorothy tweaked a nipple.
"To make all of his fantasies come true." Dorothy gave Relena a dry look. "I sent him a pair of pink crotch-less underwear." Relena shifted into Dorothy's hand. Arching her back and offering up her breasts. Begging to be touched with her body. "In his size."
"Oh, well thank you for that horrifying mental image." Dorothy pulled her hand away abruptly. Relena turned around sharply in her chair, glaring. "I was going to use my mouth to play you like an instrument, but the idea of Duo in a pair of pink crotch-less underwear has completely way-laid my enthusiasm." Dorothy paused for a moment to shudder. "Men's bodies are so inelegant."
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