Restless Knights

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"I want to dance."

It wasn't just an arbitrary declaration, or even an invitation. It was an understood demand, yet Heero –for the first time in his life—did not immediately leap to complete a mission objective. Dorothy arched a forked eyebrow at his hesitation, but he just smirked. He enjoyed toying with her. Their interactions were like a war game trivialized into sexual politics. Relationships were an unfamiliar territory for Heero, but war games he understood. Perhaps that was what drew him to Dorothy. She was not throwing herself at him. She did not seem to view him as something he was not. Dorothy just presented herself. The witty, mischievously sensual creature that she was, and dared him to… Heero wasn't even sure what she was daring him to do, but he felt the need to rise to the occasion.

Dorothy disregarded Heero's hesitation and grabbed his hand. She led him to crowded dance floor, and he just watched the sway of her hips as she walked. He was constantly amazed at the powerful statement she made with just her walk. A lesser man might've been intimidated, he was simply intrigued. A vaguely familiar dance beat pulsed from the speakers. It was an old artist, he couldn't remember her name. But for some reason he found it fitting that Dorothy knew every word of the song. Heero smirked as his hands found her waist, twirling her towards him to the music. Dorothy sung the song to him, her sensual lips savoring each syllable.

"I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas Plays

Fold em' let em' hit me raise it baby stay with me
Luck and intuition play the cards with Spades to start
And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart," She sang. At the word "hooked" she grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him closer. Their faces were so close; he could feel her body heat. Her full, soft lips were less than an inch from his. They tugged into a small, smug smile. It was as if she tasted something sweet on her lips, that she had no intention of sharing. He continued to dance, but fought the impulse to try and taste that sweetness. She continued to tease him with her suggestive movements as the song went on; she drew nearer and threw one long leg around his solid waist. The movement surprised him, but Heero didn't miss a beat. She brought her lips close to him, brushing his ear. The contact sent a tingle down his spine.

"I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be
A little gambling is fun when you're with me
Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun

And baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun."

The last line was part of the song, but she didn't sing it. She spoke it in rhythm. She spoke in a sexually charged whisper as she gyrated against him. Heero felt sweat form on his brow, and knew it wasn't from exertion. The song ended, and Dorothy released her grip on him. She winked and strode purposefully away. Heero just stood dumbly in the center of the floor, watching her go.

"Delete any pictures you took," Heero ordered as he sat down next to an entirely too amused Duo Maxwell. He was scrolling through the pictures with a contended smirk on his cherub lips.

"Actually, there's nothin' embarrassing. No matter how hard I tried, each shot somehow came out like classy magazine shots."

Heero arched an eyebrow in disbelief as he recalled his dance with Dorothy, "Classy?"

"Well it not like Time magazine, but definitely not Juggs either."

"Juggs?"

"Yes, Juggs. All those books in your apartment and you are unfamiliar with the classics."

"Classics?"

"You're so inquisitive today. Haven't you ever read any porn?"

"I didn't realize one was supposed to read porn," Heero responded with a smirk.
Duo rolled his eyes, "Some of the magazines actually have very interesting articles. It's not all about the pictures, ya know."

Heero continued to smirk. "Actually I don't. I don't look at the pictures either," He said smoothly.

"Oh, really?" Duo inquired.

"I prefer video."

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Wufei was glad he listened to Catherine. He was in an amazing mood after their escapade in the VIP room. He didn't even care that Trowa might be tap dancing on his face sometime in the near future. Despite Wufei's magnificent mood, the limo ride back to Relena's chateaux was proving to be a bigger headache than before. It was only a matter of time before he'd seriously consider driving that limo off of the nearest cliff.

"Wufeiiiiiiiiii" Noin called, tapping on the divider glass. Begrudgingly, Wufei rolled down the glass. The powerful aroma of alcohol immediately assaulted his nostrils. He wrinkled his nose.

"Yes?"

"We're hungry," She announced, as if she had been named spokesperson of the group. Wufei glanced in the review mirror and saw a limo-full of drunk, disheveled women. The floor was littered with abandoned high heels and empty bottles from the minibar. It was nearly three in the morning. What respectable food establishment was open at this hour? Where could he possibly take these women with minimum risk?

"Well, it's late. Nothings open," Wufei stated, hoping to assuage their wants until their reached Relena's estate, and it was no longer his problem.

"McDonalds!" A slurring voice suggested excitedly. The rest of the girls voiced their approval and excitement. It was nearly three, only the drive through would be open. Did they really expect him to drive a limousine through the drive through? Of course they did. He was going to rectify that.

"I'm not taking a limousine through a freaking drive through, are you out of your minds?!"

Wufei clearly forgot that they were all out of their minds. A dangerously sharp, high-heeled shoe sailed through the partition, narrowly missing the back of Wufei's head. The heel embedded in the leather head rest.

"I never miss a target, Wufei." Catherine said. Her voice was cheery and sing-song. It was more disconcerting than if she were to speak threateningly. Wufei opened his mouth to respond viciously when suddenly, one of the inebriated women burst in to very audible sobs.

"Why do we keep with this senseless fighting?"

It was Relena. Noin crawled clumsily over Catherine and Sally to comfort the sobbing girl. She sounded like the incarnation of a tea kettle. Dorothy was suppressing laughter.

"I don't know why we have to fight. I just wanted to have some god damned fucking chicken nuggets!That's all! Is that too much to ask?"

"Yeah, Wufei, just some god damned fucking chicken nuggets," Dorothy repeated, unable to disguise her mirth.

The next thing he knew, Wufei was standing in the driving through lane shouting into the speaker.

"Can I get five 20 piece McNugget Meals?"

The crackling voice in the speaker asked flatly, "Sir, are you walking through the drive-thru lane?"

Wufei glowered at the box. "Yes," He spoke through clenched teeth, "I'm driving a limousine, and it is easier to--"

The indifferent, eternally unhelpful employee interrupted him rudely, "Sir, I am unable to serve customers unless they are inside a vehicle. It is company policy, Sir."

Wufei found himself maneuvering the stretch limo through the drive thru with some difficulty. When he rolled up to the speaker again, he had to lean out of the window to be heard.

"I would like five large 20 piece nugget meals."

"What kind of drinks with those meals?"

"Sweet tea, Sprite, Lemonade, and an Orange Soda" Wufei rattled off from memory.

"That'll be 47.45, second window please."

There was a rowdy cheer from the hungry ladies as they finally retrieved their food. Relena was still sobbing quietly as she nibbled her nuggets.

"You okay Relena?" Catherine asked with a wry smile on her face. The blonde woman nodded and sniffled, "They're just so good." She spoke with a full mouth. Wufei finally closed the partition, and shut their idle chatter out of his mind. He now focused on how he was going to get a stretch limo around a 90 degree turn without scraping the car. Physically impossible.

"Fuck it. Relena can buy another limo."

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Yay! Another chapter! FINALLY! Sorry about the wait. I guess I was waiting for Lady Gaga to gain popularity. I hope I didn't lose to many readers. Tell me what you think. There might be a couple errors; I wanted to get this chapter up as quickly as possible.

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~ Syl