Binding Honeymoon
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Gundam Wing/AC › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
893
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Binding Honeymoon
Disclaimers: I do not own GW, or anything having to do with them. This storyline is mine, as are all original characters (Alexander/Xander Rush, Mesi, Niut), if they happen to show up, and the Binding. AU, and my first.... adult story.
Warnings: AU, very kind of.................................out of the blue. That’s what I was trying to say. First time out, as well. Peacecraft is Peacecroft instead-I seem to like it better. And if you see any misspellings of names, let me know. (Please, don’t tell me about Niut, and Mesi-those are Egyptian names, and are spelled right)
Also: While reading this story, you may come across some things that do *not* make any sense. These things (and I won’t say what right now; it will be reveled later) do make sense within the confines of my story. Suffice to say, they are...side effects of a chemical released during the war.
Also: DID is the same thing as MPD; just a different name is all. (MPD-Multiple personality disorder; DID-dissociate identity disorder)
Other: AU, F+/M+ (Lots of women and Lots of Men at once), some Yaoi, some Yuri, lime (at first), lemon (later...possibly), Inc, N/C? (you decide; this is based on *your* perception),OC, Minor, Solo, Voy, *some* MC, Humil, BDSM, Anal, suggestive dialogue, toys
Most of these are in the story; if you don’t see it; let me know, and I’ll adjust as needed.
*********************=Scene/perspective change.
~words~ =thoughts
Parings: 0_0.....I don’t really think I believe what I wrote, so go and see.
Rating: NC-17 & all that it implies (slowly builds up to that point)
To the story:
Everything went perfectly. Everything. Literally. The wedding decorations, were spaced tactfully, and discretely apart, the flowers were all fresh; none of the bridesmaids lost anything they couldn’t do without, the bride and groom were both on time, and neither one had any intension of standing the other up, although it had been speculated several times by the groomsmen and the bridesmaids several times. The wedding march itself was the crowning achievement in the bride’s mind- slow and steady in her floor-length, ivory dress with lavender trim that matched the decorations, with her stepping in tune march itself, seeing the faces of friends, co-workers, family, and ex-schoolmates past by, all shining of theices ces shining with the hope that this wedding would be her last.
She did marry the man of her dreams, after all.
Brought out from her reminiscing of the past two hours, Lucretztia Noin-Rush-Peacecroft looked up to see her ex-husband, Alexander Rush, holding his hand out to her. Blushing, she looked around for her husband; and saw him dancing with his younger sister, Relena. Not a bit worried about her husband in his sister’s arms, Lucretztia accepted Alexander’s hand.
“Thank you for walking me down the isle.”
Alexander grinned, although his face looked more like a
grimace. “Don’t thank me yet.”
Lucretztia looked at Alexander, and sighed. Just like Alexander to say something that would arouse her curiosity. Still…Lucretztia wondered why Alexander wouldn’t want thanks; she had certainly tried hard enough to get away from him when they were married-maybe it just seemed odd to want to be near him now, especially after he tried requesting…many things she hadn’t felt comfortable with.
“Don’t you want to know why?” Alexander’s voice was soft, and he had somehow, managed to bring Lucretztia close to him. He looked down at her face, touched that she would consent to dance with him.
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Millardo shook his head. Not for the first time did he wonder how Lucretztia-beautiful, wiry, strong, Lucretztia was holding up. These conditions simply must horrible for her! To never really been able to get any kind of release since before her marriage to Alexander; a pity in that because the entire point of a political match up was to have it make sense; nor since it was not something he would have wished on this beautiful woman he cared for more than he’d ever admit. She could die if she wasn’t brought in soon; already Milliardo had read classified reports of men and women who had died because they didn’t take any part in the Binding, despite multiple opportunities during and after the war. Put simply, Milliardo could not envision his life without her, and once he heard that Alexander couldn’t take part in the Binding with his own wife...well, he was the only one that Lucretztia trusted enough to do as he asked without question, no matter how strange it was. He would make sure she survived.
A look to where she was dancing with her ex showed him that she wasn’t holding up at all. She wasn’t even dancing; her face was pale and she shook with shock as Alexander ran his hands down her thighs and up her back, his face looking over her shoulder, a dreamy expression on it.
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To be allowed to touch her arm, to guide her, her waist to wrap his arms about her, to be close enough to smell her perfume…Alexander stifled an urge to bend down, and kiss her. Already, he cofeelfeel her too much; if he didn’t stop soon, he would have an irrepressible urge to run his hands along her smooth, arched back, through her stomach area just to hear her giggle at first, then gasp in surprise later when his hands moved, and surrounded her breasts. Or perhaps he’d run his hands down her legs, and pin her to him with the marble-white floor underneath them, while moans of passion filled the air.
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Milliardo nodded his head toward them as he and Relena danced; they began slowing down, and just as they broke apart, Lucretzita’s shout could be heard halfway around the room. Relena hid a wince, and Millardo watched carefully.
~I’m not letting this interrupt my plans; if this ruins my-no, our-wedding night, I’ll gut him. DID or DID not, we’ll see how well Alexander or Xander exist then. Hmmmm, I wonder if Heero‘s twins would keep him company.~
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“YOU JACKASS!”
All around the reception hall, everyone turned to look. Relena and Milliardo had stopped dancing, while Catharine and Sally exchanged odd looks. At a sign from Quatre, the former Gundam pilots all positioned themselves by the exits. They knew trouble would coming; it always did around Alexander. Dorothy however was the only one seemingly unaffected by it; she stayed at her table, looking as if she was paying close attention to her food. Yet, her sharp eyes carefully observed Mesi and her sister, Niut, stand along one wall, carefully keeping their eyes on Alexander.
“What?” Alexander stopped, broken from his train of thought as Lucretztia stood before him, her dark eyes flashing wildly, as she gave him a gaze of hardened steel.
“You started to *touch* me.” Lucretzita’s voice was low, and dangerous. Somehow, she was now much closer to him, and he could feel his skin burning with an all-too familiar desire.
“Lu, we were dancing.” His voice was almost a plea, but Lucretztia didn’t hear it.
“YOUR POINT?”
Alexander groaned, and looked to Milliardo. “Tell her we where dancing; I didn’t do anything other than to hold her! I swear!”
Milliardo looked from his wife, who was clearly angry, to Alexander, who was near a panic. He sighed, and looked over Alexander’s shoulder to see the twins leaning against the wall. Shooting a glance at them, and to Heero as well, Milliardo took Lucretzita’s hand. Heero nodded back slowly, and so did one of the twins; Milliardo didn’t let his relief show. One thing was taken care of for tonight, at least.
“Perhaps you should leave.” It was unclear to whom he was speaking to; his gaze shifted between Lucretztia and Alexander.
Lucretztia nodded, and turned to him. “I would like to relax; besides, it is getting late.”
Alexander shook his head as he felt someone tug on his arm. He turned around, angry that no one seemed to be listening to him. His face was burning red, distorted as is began shooting dark looks-some might even say possessive-towards his ex-wife.
“I’m surprised she let you walk her down the isle.” A smooth voice interrupted his thoughts, as the girl’s hand moved back toward her side.
“Niut…what are you doing here?” Alexander all but growled, letting Niut lead him to her where her sister was standing.
“We are here as guests of Zechs's.” Replied Mesi in a bland tone.
“Don’t you mean ‘Milliardo’?”
Mesi and Niut exchanged a look; Niut shook her head, and Mesi shrugged her shoulders. “Whatever he chooses to call himself, we *all* know of whom I speak.”
“Besides, we need you to help us with his gift to her.”
“Wedding gift? To Lu-and you want me to help you?” Alexander shook his head, and chuckled. “She won’t like that.”
“Yes, she will.”
“Mesi, I know you believe that, but trust me, okay? I know Lucretztia. She won’t like me helping you. Nor will she like her ‘gift‘. She‘s spent the past several years *suppressing* that part of her.”
Niut shrugged her shoulders. “You are worried about nothing, Alexander. Let me do that; I am meant to.”
“Help us, please. I’m sure Lucretztia will be begging for you soon enough.”
Alexander shrugged carelessly, and narrowed his eyes at the twins,carfully thinking this through, although, in the end, it was a thirst for revegne that won.
~Lu, begging for my touch? After how she refused me so many times when I was *begging* her? This I would like.~
“Just what does…Zechs have in mind for his bride?”
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Hilde shook her head. “Are we doing the right thing, you think?” She asked as the board was attached to the turning wall.
Lady Une gave Hilde a withering look. “Do you really think Milliardo would have this set up if Lucretztia *didn’t* want to do this?”
“No, but this *IS* meant to be a surprise; what if Millardo doesn't know Lu as well as he says?” Hilde made sure the buckles were tightly secure-after all they had to hold at least one Gundam pilot as well as whatever tricks they had up their sleeves.was was a good thing the other one on the opposite wall was done; these took a long time to do.
“Did you see those two kiss when they were on the alter?”
“Yes.”
“Did you time how long is lasted?” Lady Une brushed back her hair as she adjusted the canopy curtains around the bed.
“No.” Hilde began to feel a little lost. “I don’t understand.”
“They lasted *five* minutes-tongue and all. Trust me; if Lucretztia doesn’t want to do this at the start, Milliardo will soon solve that. Lucretztia *will* want to finish this.”
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Warnings: AU, very kind of.................................out of the blue. That’s what I was trying to say. First time out, as well. Peacecraft is Peacecroft instead-I seem to like it better. And if you see any misspellings of names, let me know. (Please, don’t tell me about Niut, and Mesi-those are Egyptian names, and are spelled right)
Also: While reading this story, you may come across some things that do *not* make any sense. These things (and I won’t say what right now; it will be reveled later) do make sense within the confines of my story. Suffice to say, they are...side effects of a chemical released during the war.
Also: DID is the same thing as MPD; just a different name is all. (MPD-Multiple personality disorder; DID-dissociate identity disorder)
Other: AU, F+/M+ (Lots of women and Lots of Men at once), some Yaoi, some Yuri, lime (at first), lemon (later...possibly), Inc, N/C? (you decide; this is based on *your* perception),OC, Minor, Solo, Voy, *some* MC, Humil, BDSM, Anal, suggestive dialogue, toys
Most of these are in the story; if you don’t see it; let me know, and I’ll adjust as needed.
*********************=Scene/perspective change.
~words~ =thoughts
Parings: 0_0.....I don’t really think I believe what I wrote, so go and see.
Rating: NC-17 & all that it implies (slowly builds up to that point)
To the story:
Everything went perfectly. Everything. Literally. The wedding decorations, were spaced tactfully, and discretely apart, the flowers were all fresh; none of the bridesmaids lost anything they couldn’t do without, the bride and groom were both on time, and neither one had any intension of standing the other up, although it had been speculated several times by the groomsmen and the bridesmaids several times. The wedding march itself was the crowning achievement in the bride’s mind- slow and steady in her floor-length, ivory dress with lavender trim that matched the decorations, with her stepping in tune march itself, seeing the faces of friends, co-workers, family, and ex-schoolmates past by, all shining of theices ces shining with the hope that this wedding would be her last.
She did marry the man of her dreams, after all.
Brought out from her reminiscing of the past two hours, Lucretztia Noin-Rush-Peacecroft looked up to see her ex-husband, Alexander Rush, holding his hand out to her. Blushing, she looked around for her husband; and saw him dancing with his younger sister, Relena. Not a bit worried about her husband in his sister’s arms, Lucretztia accepted Alexander’s hand.
“Thank you for walking me down the isle.”
Alexander grinned, although his face looked more like a
grimace. “Don’t thank me yet.”
Lucretztia looked at Alexander, and sighed. Just like Alexander to say something that would arouse her curiosity. Still…Lucretztia wondered why Alexander wouldn’t want thanks; she had certainly tried hard enough to get away from him when they were married-maybe it just seemed odd to want to be near him now, especially after he tried requesting…many things she hadn’t felt comfortable with.
“Don’t you want to know why?” Alexander’s voice was soft, and he had somehow, managed to bring Lucretztia close to him. He looked down at her face, touched that she would consent to dance with him.
********************
Millardo shook his head. Not for the first time did he wonder how Lucretztia-beautiful, wiry, strong, Lucretztia was holding up. These conditions simply must horrible for her! To never really been able to get any kind of release since before her marriage to Alexander; a pity in that because the entire point of a political match up was to have it make sense; nor since it was not something he would have wished on this beautiful woman he cared for more than he’d ever admit. She could die if she wasn’t brought in soon; already Milliardo had read classified reports of men and women who had died because they didn’t take any part in the Binding, despite multiple opportunities during and after the war. Put simply, Milliardo could not envision his life without her, and once he heard that Alexander couldn’t take part in the Binding with his own wife...well, he was the only one that Lucretztia trusted enough to do as he asked without question, no matter how strange it was. He would make sure she survived.
A look to where she was dancing with her ex showed him that she wasn’t holding up at all. She wasn’t even dancing; her face was pale and she shook with shock as Alexander ran his hands down her thighs and up her back, his face looking over her shoulder, a dreamy expression on it.
*************
To be allowed to touch her arm, to guide her, her waist to wrap his arms about her, to be close enough to smell her perfume…Alexander stifled an urge to bend down, and kiss her. Already, he cofeelfeel her too much; if he didn’t stop soon, he would have an irrepressible urge to run his hands along her smooth, arched back, through her stomach area just to hear her giggle at first, then gasp in surprise later when his hands moved, and surrounded her breasts. Or perhaps he’d run his hands down her legs, and pin her to him with the marble-white floor underneath them, while moans of passion filled the air.
*********
Milliardo nodded his head toward them as he and Relena danced; they began slowing down, and just as they broke apart, Lucretzita’s shout could be heard halfway around the room. Relena hid a wince, and Millardo watched carefully.
~I’m not letting this interrupt my plans; if this ruins my-no, our-wedding night, I’ll gut him. DID or DID not, we’ll see how well Alexander or Xander exist then. Hmmmm, I wonder if Heero‘s twins would keep him company.~
***************
“YOU JACKASS!”
All around the reception hall, everyone turned to look. Relena and Milliardo had stopped dancing, while Catharine and Sally exchanged odd looks. At a sign from Quatre, the former Gundam pilots all positioned themselves by the exits. They knew trouble would coming; it always did around Alexander. Dorothy however was the only one seemingly unaffected by it; she stayed at her table, looking as if she was paying close attention to her food. Yet, her sharp eyes carefully observed Mesi and her sister, Niut, stand along one wall, carefully keeping their eyes on Alexander.
“What?” Alexander stopped, broken from his train of thought as Lucretztia stood before him, her dark eyes flashing wildly, as she gave him a gaze of hardened steel.
“You started to *touch* me.” Lucretzita’s voice was low, and dangerous. Somehow, she was now much closer to him, and he could feel his skin burning with an all-too familiar desire.
“Lu, we were dancing.” His voice was almost a plea, but Lucretztia didn’t hear it.
“YOUR POINT?”
Alexander groaned, and looked to Milliardo. “Tell her we where dancing; I didn’t do anything other than to hold her! I swear!”
Milliardo looked from his wife, who was clearly angry, to Alexander, who was near a panic. He sighed, and looked over Alexander’s shoulder to see the twins leaning against the wall. Shooting a glance at them, and to Heero as well, Milliardo took Lucretzita’s hand. Heero nodded back slowly, and so did one of the twins; Milliardo didn’t let his relief show. One thing was taken care of for tonight, at least.
“Perhaps you should leave.” It was unclear to whom he was speaking to; his gaze shifted between Lucretztia and Alexander.
Lucretztia nodded, and turned to him. “I would like to relax; besides, it is getting late.”
Alexander shook his head as he felt someone tug on his arm. He turned around, angry that no one seemed to be listening to him. His face was burning red, distorted as is began shooting dark looks-some might even say possessive-towards his ex-wife.
“I’m surprised she let you walk her down the isle.” A smooth voice interrupted his thoughts, as the girl’s hand moved back toward her side.
“Niut…what are you doing here?” Alexander all but growled, letting Niut lead him to her where her sister was standing.
“We are here as guests of Zechs's.” Replied Mesi in a bland tone.
“Don’t you mean ‘Milliardo’?”
Mesi and Niut exchanged a look; Niut shook her head, and Mesi shrugged her shoulders. “Whatever he chooses to call himself, we *all* know of whom I speak.”
“Besides, we need you to help us with his gift to her.”
“Wedding gift? To Lu-and you want me to help you?” Alexander shook his head, and chuckled. “She won’t like that.”
“Yes, she will.”
“Mesi, I know you believe that, but trust me, okay? I know Lucretztia. She won’t like me helping you. Nor will she like her ‘gift‘. She‘s spent the past several years *suppressing* that part of her.”
Niut shrugged her shoulders. “You are worried about nothing, Alexander. Let me do that; I am meant to.”
“Help us, please. I’m sure Lucretztia will be begging for you soon enough.”
Alexander shrugged carelessly, and narrowed his eyes at the twins,carfully thinking this through, although, in the end, it was a thirst for revegne that won.
~Lu, begging for my touch? After how she refused me so many times when I was *begging* her? This I would like.~
“Just what does…Zechs have in mind for his bride?”
*****************
Hilde shook her head. “Are we doing the right thing, you think?” She asked as the board was attached to the turning wall.
Lady Une gave Hilde a withering look. “Do you really think Milliardo would have this set up if Lucretztia *didn’t* want to do this?”
“No, but this *IS* meant to be a surprise; what if Millardo doesn't know Lu as well as he says?” Hilde made sure the buckles were tightly secure-after all they had to hold at least one Gundam pilot as well as whatever tricks they had up their sleeves.was was a good thing the other one on the opposite wall was done; these took a long time to do.
“Did you see those two kiss when they were on the alter?”
“Yes.”
“Did you time how long is lasted?” Lady Une brushed back her hair as she adjusted the canopy curtains around the bed.
“No.” Hilde began to feel a little lost. “I don’t understand.”
“They lasted *five* minutes-tongue and all. Trust me; if Lucretztia doesn’t want to do this at the start, Milliardo will soon solve that. Lucretztia *will* want to finish this.”
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