-1Disclaimer - Gundam Wing, and the characters definitely do not belong to me. I'm writing purely for fun and maybe some reviews...

Note - 1x2x5. Little sequel to the 'Rainy Day' stories to celebrate the first day of the Irish Summer actually being sunny!

Whole bunches of (peeled) grapes and dried lavender to Kaeru Shisho, who not only did the editing on this one but contributed the last paragraph as a bonus! Merci beaucoup, chérie.

Warning - Pure, unmitigated sap and undoubtedly a certain amount of OOC. You have been warned...

Sunny Day Outside Marseilles:

It was inevitable that Wufei would end up driving once we'd picked up our luggage at Marseilles airport, and we saw the car Quatre had ordered for us; Heero doesn't care what a car looks like once it's fast and reliable and I prefer my motorbike.

The car was brought around to the Arrivals Door by a uniformed valet and I think Wufei thought he'd died and gone to auto-heaven. Quat had arranged a bright red, open-top sports car with luxurious, white leather upholstery.

Heero and I got to try this out first hand, sliding into the back seat while Wufei was still lost in bliss, gazing at the new love of his life like he'd just opened the gate to paradise, and running one hand along the gleaming paintwork.

'When was the last time he looked at either of us like that?' I wondered, as Heero leaned over to buckle my seatbelt, taking his time getting it just so.

'Yesterday morning probably,' Heero considered it. 'When you were eating that choc-ice. I thought he was going to spontaneously combust once you started sucking the last bit of chocolate off the stick.'

'You know I don't like to waste food,' I told him primly, and then grinned. 'And he did drool a bit last night when you came out of the shower.'

Mmm, I'd been drooling myself a bit at that stage. Heero would be irresistible if he were covered head to toe with sackcloth; naked, with his damp hair twisted into all kinds of little swirls and curls, and with that perfect body all warm and fragrant and still gleaming with water, well, he needed some sort of official health warning.

Wufei, who'd finally decided to get into the driver's seat, suddenly remembered our existence, and turned around to beam at us. 'Doesn't one of you want to ride shotgun?'

'We're happy back here,' Heero told him, just a tad smugly. It's weird; given that they're probably the two most possessive guys in the known universe, they're usually quite happy to share. They still occasionally like to score points off each other, though.

'Are we there yet?' I was just asking to tease Wufei; we'd only been driving for about an hour and the seafront villa Quat had insisted on lending us was at least two hours from the airport. The truth was, I couldn't care less if the journey took twice that time; the road wound spectacularly along the coast, with a new prospect of the sea and pine forests at every turn.

Of course, it didn't hurt that I was snuggled up against Heero and we weren't giving the scenery quite the attention it probably deserved.

'At least another hour,' Wufei replied, and then started to say something about the GPS system in the car; it took him a few minutes to realise that he wasn't getting any response and he turned his head to give us a quick glance.

'What are you two up to back there?'

I gave him a faintly apologetic grin; Heero only smirked.

'Sharing is caring, Chang. You get the hot wheels, I get the hot guy.'

Luckily, there was little lay-by overlooking the cliffs just up ahead where he could park the car; otherwise we would probably have ended up stopping for a make-out session in the middle of the road.

'Well, it's my turn now.' He tugged me out of the car, pressed me up against the side and delivered one of those kisses that make my toes curl, my knees crumple and the more sensitive parts of my anatomy clamour for their fair share of attention.

Still holding my hand, he pulled Heero up for similar treatment and I couldn't resist pressing close to both of them and dabbing kisses down the side of Heero's neck while I slid my free arm around Wufei's waist.

'You're getting very adventurous, love,' Heero commented, sounding slightly surprised and definitely approving.

'Must be the company I keep these days,'

'I knew we'd wear you down eventually.' Wufei informed me smugly. 'All those Preventers' courses in interrogation techniques to weaken prisoners' resistance finally paid off, Heero.'

'Oh, very funny. What, I'm your prisoner, now?'

'Just as much as we're yours. You know that.' Heero smiled into my eyes, and I had one of those moments when I thought I'd just liquefy into a pool of goo.

'I think I'm about to die from an excess of sentimentality,' Wufei mocked but he squeezed my fingers gently and reached his other hand up to ruffle Heero's hair.

'I can't believe we're actually here,' I tugged them both over the grass to look out at the sea. It was the most incredible view; dark, purplish-grey cliffs plunging straight down to the cobalt sea, almost the shade of Heero's eyes. 'Look at the colour of the beach down there; it's pure silver. I've never seen anything like that!'

'Mica crystals in the sand,' Wufei informed us; then looked slightly guilty. Hmm. I'd thought I'd convinced them to ditch the portable library of travel guides, all of which had been neatly cross-referenced and colour-coded, but I suspected Wufei had managed to secrete a couple somewhere.

All the way from the airport, he'd been coming out with arcane bits of information; that the flowering shrubs along the roadside were called Mimosas, and that the scent in the air came from lavender and rosemary plants.

'Pity there isn't a cafe or something around here, isn't it? This would be the perfect spot to have breakfast.'

'Your wish is our command, as always,' Wufei smirked. I got another kiss and then he headed back to the car, taking out a couple of blankets and a fancy-schmany wicker picnic hamper.

'I don't believe it! When did you guys organise all this?'

'All successful missions require a modicum of planning.' Heero gave my braid a quick tug and went to join Wufei at the back of the car, taking out a couple of insulated bags and a thermos.

'Wow! What else have you guys got in there? A couple of Mobile Suits?'

'And the dismembered body of that attendant who tried to flirt with you all through the flight.'

Wufei exchanged pained looks with Heero, shaking out a blanket and laying it on the ground.

'He did not! He was just being friendly.'

'Friendly!' Wufei snorted. 'He was being ridiculously familiar. He didn't try to arrange a napkin on any other passengers' laps, from what I saw! Or put their headsets on for them!'

'Well, you didn't have to maim him!'

'I didn't,' Wufei sniffed. 'I merely applied a little pressure to the appropriate nerve ending. He'll be fine in a day or so.'

'A day or so! Seriously, Wu, you can't keep doing that to everyone who looks at me. Remember we talked about the whole possessiveness thing?'

'I remember you talked about it,' he said pedantically. 'But you were naked at the time, so it was hard to concentrate on what you were actually saying.'

'Fine! Next time, I'll wear my leather coat and then maybe you'll actually watch my mouth for a change.'

'We always watch your mouth, love,' Heero grinned, rummaging in the trunk and producing a basket of fruit. 'And that leather coat of yours is very sexy. Especially when you have nothing on underneath it. Now, are you ready for breakfast? I think everything's ready now.'

'I can't believe you guys went to all this trouble,' I marvelled.

They're always coming up with new ways to spoil me; but this was something, even for them. Heero was on his knees, unpacking a gleaming array of crystal, silverware and delicate porcelain from the huge wicker hamper, while Wufei had laid out juices, croissants, baguettes and pastries along with a selection of fresh fruit.

'It's never any trouble to make you happy,' Heero looked up at me, the smile in his eyes shining as brightly as the sun. It still floors me, sometimes, that the Perfect Soldier who'd once used his emotions for target practice could turn into such a sap.

Wufei sniggered, probably thinking the same thing as me. 'Well, obviously, we knew you'd prefer a can of soda and a Snickers bar but we thought you might be willing to slum it, just this once.'

'I suppose I could humour you for now, once you don't make a habit of it,' I sighed, flopping down onto the blanket.

'Of course, if you really wanted to spoil me, one of you would be feeding me hand peeled grapes, and the other would be holding one of those big fans so I don't get too hot and sweaty.'

Maybe not the best choice of words.

Heero popped a strawberry into my mouth and kissed the tip of my nose. ' We like it when you get hot and sweaty. The hand feeding idea might be fun, though.'

'One way to get him to eat his daily intake of fruit,' Wufei agreed solemnly, slicing a ripe peach into segments. Of course, I had to suck the juice off his fingers after I'd eaten the first slice and then Heero had to have a turn.

'We know you need regular meals to keep you happy and satisfied.' Dear Gods, Wufei had actually picked up a bunch of luscious purple grapes and was carefully peeling one.

'Mmm. 'Course, food isn't the only thing I need to keep me happy,' I - purred. I'm not sure if that was quite the correct word; I'd never known I could make a sound like that; low and husky and utterly seductive to judge by the reaction it had on the two of them.

No, purring was the right word on second thought. Both Wufei and Heero pounced on me from opposite sides. I was covered with sexy male scent, smothered in rough kisses, pounded with hard, cut bodies. And I'm certain there was a little tooth and claw in there someplace.

Later, stretched out in the sun, sleeping off the meal and activity, there was a definite contented, animal aura hanging in the air. Yeah, it could have been anywhere under the sun, but it was on a cliff top overlooking the Mediterranean, an hour's drive from Marseilles and on a sunny morning that I got mauled for the first time in France.