Author's Note: This fits with chapter forty six, forty seven and forty eight of Witness.
Diary of a Protected Witness Part 36
Wakeup Calls
Ugh--if you don't think it was pure Hell waking up the morning after-- Especially with Catherine's too-perky voice calling out in the hallway. Lucky she didn't try sticking her head in the door, or I'd have thrown something at her.
Heero, on the other hand, actually got up and started getting ready to face another day.
I swear, I was beginning to think he was superhuman. How he could roll out of bed after our all-night fucking, I had no idea. But I was grateful he let me sleep in.
He even brought me breakfast in bed. And we very nearly ended up repeating the previous night's performance when he hand fed me and I started nibbling and sucking at his fingers.
Food can be such fun!
But Yuy was back in cop mode with his partner gone, and insisted on getting back to his security while I showered--all alone.
I was thinking I should make a list of all the things I wanted to do with Heero in the future. Food sex...showering together...shower sex, of course...sex on the beach, assuming we brought blankets and found a warmer beach than the one we'd so recently played on...more of the bondage play maybe, only with me on the receiving end...the possibilities were pretty limitless. Kinda like Heero's libido.
Have I mentioned how fuckin' lucky I was?
Anyhow, I showed my appreciation by busting my ass in the kitchen, making one of my best dinner recipes for both my protectors and the sweet little lady who'd provided us with shelter.
Yeah, Catherine deserved something special--I mean, aside from Wufei. I wanted to make her cast removal into a little bit of a party, to make up for all the extra work we'd created by coming to the farm house.
I could tell by the way Wufei snuck around getting the ingredients for the cake and delivering them to me on the sly that he was really keen on impressing Catherine as well. And he earned big points for that.
As I'd said before, she was almost like family. Considering how much she'd hated me at the start of my relationship with Trowa, it was pretty amazing that we'd ended up friends. It just proved what an open mind and big heart she had, underneath the sometimes scolding and sharp exterior.
I guess that was another thing she and Chang had in common.
Oh sure, it'd taken him awhile to open up that mind of his--but once he did, it was pretty obvious he had more compassion inside him than he readily displayed by his words and tone.
Maybe it was 'cause they'd both lost a loved one so tragically. Maybe that was why they kept a shell of reserve around them when you first got close. But once you got past it with both of them, you could find a friend worth keeping.
I cared a lot about both of 'em--though I'd probably try not to admit it to Chang except under threat of death.
Anyhow, my cake turned out great--even with Heero and me flirting in the kitchen off and on--and I got to tease the shit out of him about a little nightmare he admitted to having where 'Fei jumped out of it.
Although, the leopard print thong made me wonder if Heero wasn't hiding some subliminal attraction to Trowa I should know about...
I'd totally understand if he did--after all, I'd been attracted to that hot body and strong personality myself--at least until I had a taste of Heero.
When they got back from the doctor's, Wufei babied the hell out of Catherine, taking care of her ankle and just fuckin' doting on her like a nursemaid. It was cute as could be, and reassured me that his feelings for her were founded in genuine emotion, rather than just a superficial physical attraction.
Then he babied me, too, making me soak my injured foot--and I got the feeling maybe there was some real concern there for me as well. And it made me feel pretty good that I'd won over a stuffy, reserved guy like 'Fei. Just went to show the Maxwell Charm knew no bounds, right?
Ah, right.
I guess along with my charm goes a really big mouth and a tendency to joke around when I shouldn't, too; because after dinner and cake, I got a little carried away with my new, relaxed attitude around Chang and started teasing him about wearing a thong.
Funny thing is, it seemed to upset Heero more than it did Wufei. At least, that's the impression I got when he pushed away from the table and stomped out of the house.
I looked at Chang in surprise, and he just sort of sighed and shook his head, jerking a thumb in the direction his partner had gone. "Go after him, Maxwell."
He didn't have to tell me twice. I knew that something I'd said had been taken the wrong way. So I beat feet after Heero, catching up to him before he'd passed the barn.
I found myself staring down the barrel of his gun for my trouble, and resisted the urge to stick a finger in the end of it teasingly. The expression on his face told me plainly enough he wasn't in the mood for jokes.
"What'd I do?" I asked simply.
He hesitated, and then made a gesture of resignation. "You didn't do anything. It was all me."
"You?"
"I--got jealous."
Jealous? What the fuck did Heero have to be jealous of? There was no one who could hold a candle to the guy! And all I'd been doing was teasing Wufei--not flirting.
"Of Chang?" I asked in frank disbelief.
"Chang...Barton...Merquise...take your pick."
Ya coulda bowled me over with a feather at that little revelation. I could not believe that a man as gorgeous and smart as Heero Yuy would be that insecure. Had no one ever told him how incredible he was? Had I not adequately conveyed that message to him?
Well, it was high time I fixed that little oversight.
"Jesus, 'Ro--do you even know how hot you are?" I asked, walking up behind him and sliding my arms around his waist. "God--there's no one but you! There could never be." Yup, it was time to just throw all my cards on the table and make him see that he was everything I'd ever wanted, or ever would.
"I told you I fell for you the first time I saw you. And when I couldn't have you, I looked everywhere for someone who even came close. Trowa was great--but he wasn't you. And Zechs--as breathtaking as he was--he was still just a shadow of what I wanted. His eyes were never as blue as yours. And he never took my breath away like you do."
"And Chang?" he asked.
I hadda laugh at that. "He's not even on the radar. For fuck's sake, he's straight, 'Ro. And even if he weren't--he still wouldn't be you." I tightened my grip on him. "Do you get it now?"
"Yeah, I do," he sighed, leaning back against me.
I felt a rush of relief--both at telling him plainly how much he meant to me, and at his acceptance of my confession. I made myself a solemn promise then, that I'd never let anything come between us--no silly misunderstandings, no bad attitudes, and no other person on the face of the Earth. I'd do whatever it took to keep proving to Heero that my feelings for him were real, and exclusive, and permanent. I was his, heart and soul, and I never wanted him to doubt that again.
So I reassured him the best way I knew how--by taking him to bed and worshiping his body with mine.
Even though we were in a precarious situation, where the shit could hit the fan just about any time--or maybe because of the situation--it felt like we had to grab any moment of respite and intimacy we could. So I spent every chance I got, from then on, demonstrating how much I loved my hot, blue-eyed detective, in every way possible.
It was a short-lived interlude, because a couple of days later the aforementioned shit hit the aforementioned fan with a great big splat!
First, Chang brought home a tabloid that was liberally plastered with not only pictures of me, but with his and 'Ro's as well. So anyone who'd seen them would know for sure that I was nearby. And they'd been the ones with all the public exposure lately--the ones going off to fetch groceries and supplies, taking Catherine to doctors' appointments¡ª
Shit--we were so fucked!
I wasn't worried about Howard ratting us out; I knew he was true blue. But there was that farmer who'd given us a ride...the clerks at places we'd stopped for gas...waitresses where we'd had meals...the fuckin' cashier at the Dunkin' Donuts where I'd dressed up like a whore, for fuck's sake!
So damned many people who might've overlooked one of us at a time were now sure to recall at least my two escorts, if not my telltale braid.
It meant our time at the circus property was at an end. Once again, we'd have to move on. It was a pattern I was learning to despise.
I wouldn't have told Heero and Wufei for the world; they didn't need to be burdened with my worries on top of their own. But I was mortally tired of finding a safe haven only to lose it within a matter of days or a week or two. I wanted the whole ordeal to be over with.
How fucked up was that? I was terrified of facing Khushrenada in the courtroom; but at the same time, I couldn't wait for the running to end. And there were only two ways it could end--with my death, or with my appearance at the trial.
Damned if ya do--damned if ya don't, hm?
OWARI
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