'Lo!  'Tis me again!

Don't ask me why this story turned into a LEMON... the others aren't going to be, this one just went that way and I followed.  I lost control of my story somewhere and the direction it turned was naughty.  >__<

WARNINGS:  As I said before, this fic does have one main made up character (Nola), Trowa and Catherine are from Gundam Wing.

Part 4 will be a LEMON.  Wait, this IS part 4...  Whoo hoo!  LEMON time!

I don't go into sizes or anything, my lemons are pretty tame...

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Nola 4

Part Four:  Trowa

The next afternoon, Nola and Darius sat on her bunk, his arm draped around her waist.  She’d finished her last show and was feeling a little depressed.

“Um… Darius, what’s going to happen to me after we’re married?”

“What a question!  You’ll be my wife and you’ll be happy.”

Nola had to smile at him simple response, “I meant what kind of job do you see me having?”

“Job?  For what, I have a wonderful job; we won’t need any money…”

“You expect me to sit at home and clean house all the time?”  Nola wasn’t smiling anymore.

“Of course not, we’ll have a maid for that.”

“Then how will I fill my time while you’re at work?”

Darius shrugged, “Do what Mother does; shop, women’s clubs, kids.”

“Kids!  I’m eighteen today, I am not having kids any time soon.”

“Don’t get so angry, I don’t want kids right now anyway.  You’re the one going through the birth, if you don’t want them; you just had to say so.”

“Okay…” she calmed down considerably, “But I want a job, and I mean a real job, not some secretarial job at your office.”

Darius shrugged, “What can you do?”

Nola considered it, “Nothing, all I know is circus performing.”

“And that’s out of the question.”

Nola nearly choked on his response, “Excuse me?  The circus has been a big part of my life, why couldn’t it be a possibility?”

Darius smiled at her like she was a child who had asked if the moon was really made of green cheese, “I thought we had an understanding.  Mother accepted us as long as you quit the circus.  How could we be married if you stayed?  It travels all over and we’d never see each other.”

“We hardly will anyway with you traveling for business and sent away for trials.”

“My work is very important.”

“Well, the circus is important to me,” Nola pressed.

“We can discuss this later, can’t we?” Darius said, kissing her.

“We better.”

He smiled, “In that case, I have your birthday present.”  He opened his briefcase and handed her a white package.

She looked at it; it wasn’t wrapped, so she turned it over, “Darius!”

“What?” he asked innocently, “You said you didn’t want kids.”

“Condoms!” Nola blurted out, “You think this is a proper present?”

“I thought you’d laugh…” he said, taking the box from her and tossing it by her pillow.

“Well you sorely mistook my sense of humor for yours.”

He sighed, “Are you still mad about the circus thing?”

“Not until you mentioned it.”

“Honey… there’s no nice way to say this.  Your friends… they’re nobodies.  They always will be.  After we’re married, you’ll be a somebody, they aren’t like you anymore.”

Nola sat in silence for a moment, thinking.  That was three big no’s in her face, about things she truly cared about.

“I don’t think I want to be Mrs. Somebody anymore.”

She slipped the ridiculously large diamond off her finger and held it out to him.

He stared at it like he’d never seen it before and took it between two fingers, “Of course you want to be Mrs. Somebody… er… my wife.”

She shook her head slowly and he stood, tucking the ring in his pocket, “Yes you do.  You’ll be begging me to take you with me tomorrow.”

Nola sat staring up at him.

He snatched up is briefcase and straitened his back, “I will be back in the morning to collect you.  I hope by then you’ll have gotten over your foolishness.”  He turned on his heel and walked briskly from the trailer.

Nola didn’t cry though she was sure she would, but no tears came.  She sat on her bunk for hours, thinking.  Dusk was falling when she emerged from her trailer and made her way toward the campfires.

Catherine and Trowa were already there, speaking in low voices, Catherine sitting on a stump and Trowa lounging on the ground.

“…and this morning he caught me before the show and said he’d save Nola the awkwardness of telling me that there just isn’t room at the wedding for me.  Nor at the reception, but I am welcome to send them a card when they’re on their honeymoon.”

Trowa said nothing, simply nodded, and his eyes darted up to meet Nola’s as she joined them.

“Don’t feel bad, Catherine.  Turns out, there isn’t enough room for me at the wedding either.”

Catherine leaned forward, “Your engagement ring is gone!”

“I gave it back when he told me to give up the circus and my ‘nobody’ friends.”

The older girl nodded, “Well, I’m sorry Nola.  But you still have me… and Trowa, right?”

Trowa pillowed his head on his arms and stared across the fire at Nola, “Who, me?  I’m nobody.”

Nola shifted uncomfortably, “I was thinking, since I’m not getting married, we could…”

“Pick up where we left off?”

“Well, no, I… maybe.”

“No, I don’t think so.” Trowa climbed to his feet, “I’m a clown, not stupid.”

He walked away and Nola sighed, “I really handled that wrong.”

“He just needs some time,” Catherine said gently, “You can’t just push him away and then expect him to come back.”

“I know it won’t be easy to get things back to the way they were, but I miss his friendship.  I felt it leave me the moment Darius showed up… and I haven’t felt right since.”

“Then tell him, not me.”

“I will,” she said determinedly.

There was a light on in Trowa’s trailer so Nola rapped her knuckles on the door.

It swung inward immediately and Trowa stood wearing only in his red and white pajama bottoms.

‘Why do I always catch him half dressed?’ she thought silently as she blushed.

“Are you doing that on purpose?”

He raised an eyebrow, “I was about to ask you the same.”

“I want you—to!—I want to talk to you.”

His eyes narrowed, “I don’t want to talk.”

“Trowa!”

Nola whirled around at the sound of the Ringmaster’s voice as the little man in his red coat strode up, “The bearded lady saw a mouse and fainted.  I’ve got the Laurell Brothers, but I need a few more guys to help get her into her trailer.”

“I’ll come.”

The Ringmaster nodded and was gone again.

Trowa doused the lantern inside and closed the door before walking past Nola without a word.

She stared after him in disbelief.  Fine, if he wanted to make it hard for her, she’d make it difficult for him.  She nodded to herself and ran back to her trailer.

It was almost twenty minutes later before Trowa was walking up the steps to his trailer.  The bearded lady was no feather and even with Trowa’s unusual arm strength, it hadn’t been easy to get the woman into her caravan.  Of course, he’d also been angry at Nola.  He found it easier to lift heavy things when he was angry.  Perhaps Heavy Arms would have been easier to pilot at first if he’d been angry.  Trowa shook his head as he searched around for his pajama shirt in the dark, he might have killed way more people if he’d been angry in the cockpit.

Trowa stopped riffling as he recalled Nola’s expression whenever she saw him without his shirt… even before shows… shock, amazement, and… something else.

He shook his head again; at least she’d given up on talking to him.  If he’d found her waiting on the steps for him when he got back… he thought it was best that he calmed down before talking to her.

“Are you looking for your shirt?”  Nola’s voice came out of the darkness behind him.

Trowa froze.  He couldn’t be losing his touch that bad.  Someone was in his presence, in his trailer, and he hadn’t known it.  Being angry clouded his senses.  Damn it.

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Well,” Nola said carefully, “You’re not getting your shirt back until you talk to me.”

“Are you holding it for ransom,” Trowa asked sarcastically, turning around.

The moon peeked through the clouds and illuminated Nola sitting on his bunk, wearing his blue pajama shirt and nothing else.

The middle button was done, holding it closed over her chest, and the tails were long enough that they hit her mid-thigh.

They stared at each other for several heartbeats.

“Give me my shirt and get out.”

His voice came out angry and disgusted, the way he’d wanted it to, good.

“No,” she said, glaring at him defiantly.

He almost took a step toward the bed but forced himself not to move, “What do you want?”  His voice came out surprisingly hoarse, damn it, he was losing his control.

“I want tonight,” she said evenly, gesturing to a box resting against her knee.

Trowa’s gaze shifted, staring at it before is dawned on him exactly what it contained, “No.”

“Why not?”  For the first time she looked uncertain, was she right to do this?

Trowa saw her shields fall and knew a way to win, “You don’t want me, remember?”

“Yes I do,” she said, confused, “You want me the same way.”

“I don’t want you.”

She seemed to consider this before her face fell into grim lines, “I don’t care if you want me or not.”

He snatched both her wrists up in one hand and hauled her onto her knees on the bed, tilting her chin up with his other hand and glared at her from inches away, “Leave.”

“No.”

He crushed his mouth to hers, nearly bruising her lips.  She gave a startled yelp as he pushed her onto her back but he ignored it, feeding furiously at her lips.

All of Trowa’s self-control was dangling by a thread as he frightened Nola by nipping unrelenting at the base of her throat.  ‘Tell me to stop,’ he thought, ‘tell me to stop and run away from here.’

Nola bit her lip to keep from crying when his hands crept up her thighs and encircled her waist, exposing her to the air.

Trowa froze, “You’re… not wearing… anything?”

She shook her head, tears spilling down her cheeks.

He moved away from her slowly and she covered her legs again and curled them to her, hugging them to her chest.

‘His pants are still on, it’s not to late to just apologize and leave,’ she thought as he studied her from the other side of the bed, ‘I can apologize to Darius in the morning and be on that train heading back toward a normal life.’

“You don’t want me, Nola.”

Nola stared at him, her fear and vengeful lust were gone, and she was just left looking at Trowa, who was sitting back against the wall, looking at everything but her.

She moved to kneel before him and he closed his eyes to keep from looking at her, “Trowa?”

He shook his head.

Nola slipped her arms around his waist and rested her cheek against his chest, his heartbeat thudding against her ear, “What do you want?”

“For you to leave.”

She lifted her head and stared at him, “I hurt you?”

He opened his eyes and looked back at her, “No one ever has before you.”

She scooted away from him, biting back tears, and stood, “I’m sorry, I’ll go.”

His hand latched onto her arm, “Wait…  Don’t go.”

Nola looked down at him, searching.  His green irises were lost behind his pupils as he dug his fingers into the fabric of his shirt and pulled her gently to him and she complied.

He hugged her around the waist and his lips brushed hers lightly, the exact opposite of the virile attack from before.  Nola felt his desire, he was holding back… for her.  She laced her fingers behind his neck and deepened the kiss considerably. 

He made a small noise in his throat and moved her onto her back but resisted when she tried to pull him down to her.

Trowa popped the button holding the shirt closed and gently traced his fingers over her ribs and stomach, causing her to writhe under his ministrations.

He moved to look into her eyes which had gone black with her awakened desire and she parted her lips temptingly.

Pulled away and searching the bunk, he finally found what he was looking for on the floor, where it had been bumped during the initial attack.

Trowa stood and eased out of his pants, opened the box of condoms and (to Nola’s amusement) read the directions on the back of the little plastic wrapped piece of latex.  He fitted it over himself and knelt between her legs, “You’re sure?”

She sat up, tossing the shirt away, “Absolutely.”

He studied her face, “Have you ever—”

“No,” she said quickly, looking away embarrassed.

He cupped her face with his hand, “I’ll try not to hurt you then.”

At the mention of pain, Nola tensed, but she accepted his kiss lovingly, “I trust you.”

He kissed her gently, his tongue teasing her lips but not going past them.  She arched her back, and he responded, pressing against the small of her back as he slid upward.

Nola gasped into his mouth at the first shock of penetration.

Trowa froze, he didn’t want to hurt her, and began pulling away.

Nola’s legs locked around his hips and her arms clung to his shoulders, pushing him down until he was fully sheathed.

She buried her face against his neck, trembling at the stretched sensation that was shooting through her.

“Nola,” Trowa whispered.

Afraid he’d try to pull away again, she tensed her legs causing him to catch his breathe.  “Nola,” he rasped again, “are you all right?”

She nodded, loosening her arms so he could hold himself up in a pushup stance.

“Wish me happy birthday.”

Trowa’s eyes widened a little and he bent down to breathe against her ear, “Happy birthday.”

He kissed gently at her neck and began to move, his body undulating above her.  She caught the rhythm and began to move as well, her arms moving to his back as she lifted herself to kiss him deeply.

Trowa’s hands curled under her shoulder blades, taking most of his weight on his arms, her breasts flattening against his chest.

He didn’t realize how close to the edge they were until they were sent spinning downward, her body tightening and spasming around him.  His body went rigid and she cried out his name, her nails raking down his back as she came.

Then he was over it, gasping and collapsed languidly on top of her.

“I love you,” she whispered hoarsely.

He nodded, he was a Gundam pilot after all… the lions had been the only way he knew to say it and if she didn’t accept it…

But she did, kissing his face lightly all over.

When he could finally move, he rolled onto his side and curled around her on the narrow bed, spooned against her side.  She shivered and he curled one arm under her, pulling the blanket over both of them with the other.

Nola lay staring at the ceiling as Trowa’s breathing slowed and evened out as he fell asleep, each breath a warm puff against her neck.

Cradling his arm around her waist, she kissed his naturally parted lips before dozing off.

At some time, Nola wasn’t sure when, Trowa had lifted her into his arms in the soft light before dawn.  He was already prepared for her and she turned to him.

Their lovemaking was frantic and brief before they both collapsed, exhausted.

Nola woke up again later, after the sun had fully risen and rolled onto her side away from Trowa.  His arm tightened around her, pressing the length of his body against hers, and buried his face against her back.

Neither moved when someone tapped on the door.

“That’s Catherine coming to tell you that Darius is here and he said you can stay in the circus even after you’re married,” Trowa murmured against her skin.

Nola yawned, pulling the blanket around her bare breasts, “Oh, hush.”

Catherine opened the door and stepped inside.  She wasn’t at all surprised or shocked to see them both there, not that they weren’t dressed.  At least Trowa had put his pajama pants back on after their second lovemaking session, because he would have been exposed.  Nola appeared to be hogging the blanket.

Neither of them moved and Catherine smiled, “Nola, Darius is out by the campfire.  He said he’s sorry and you can be in the circus even after you’re married.”

Trowa’s lips curved into a smile against Nola’s shoulder, “Don’t say it, Trowa.”

She sat up, holding the blanket against her chest, “Tell him I’ll talk to him in a minute.  I have to get dressed.”

Catherine’s eyebrow quirked and she smiled, “Obviously.”

Once she was gone, Trowa rose up on his elbows, “Called it.”

“I told you not to say anything,” Nola laughed, moving to crawl over him.

His arms encircled her, gently but effectively trapping her on top of him, straddling his legs.

“What?”

Trowa’s face held its usual blank expression, but his eyes held a burning intensity that made Nola’s breath catch in her throat.

“I’m not going back to him.”

Trowa blinked in surprise and she laughed.

“What,” he teased, “you spend one night with me and know everything I’m thinking?”

“Imagine what I’d know if I spent every night with you,” she murmured, kissing him softly.

She wriggled out of his arms, “Get up and get dressed, if you’re coming.”

“If I’m coming?  You’re not leaving without me.”

Nola smiled and slipped on her jeans and t-shirt from the day before.  Trowa looked around for his clothes but found only his jeans, “Damn it.”

“Not without you, huh?  That depends on how fast you find your shirt,” she said laughing, and ran from the trailer.

“Nola!”

Catherine was waiting outside the trailer, “You needn’t bother, he’s gone already.”

Nola stopped, “What?”

Catherine’s face was Trowa quality blank, “He left.”

Frowning, Nola studied her, “Didn’t you tell him I’d be right out to talk to him?  I just had to get dressed.”

The corner of Catherine’s mouth twitched, “Oh, I’m sorry; I gave him the wrong message.”

Nola sighed, exasperated, “What did you tell him?”

“I told him that you’d be out to talk to him as soon as you and Trowa got dressed.  He left in a huff, vowing never to return, I made him promise he wouldn’t,” she smiled mischievously.

Nola stared at her in disbelief before laughing, “Well, you saved me the trouble, I guess.”

Trowa joined them, pulling his turtleneck down over his stomach.

“What’s so funny?”

Nola shook her head, “Don’t worry about it.”

He looked to Catherine and she smiled at him.

“Fine, I’m going to e-mail Heero, anything you want me to relay?”

Catherine shook her head, “Nope, just say hi to Lily for me.”

He nodded and walked away leaving Nola to jog after him, “Who are Heero and Lily?”

Trowa gave her an amused look, “Friends.”

She tugged at his arm, “Seriously.”

He stopped walking.  “Heero is the pilot for Winged Gundam and Lily is his girlfriend,” he said before turning on his heel and continuing on his way.

Nola’s mouth fell open, “You’re joking.”

Trowa walked toward a large truck Nola had never noticed before.  The Ringmaster helped Trowa hide his Gundam from everyone else.  The truck was heavily locked up and was said to hold a back up main tent.  Which of course was a lie, but they’d never needed one, so the story held.

Trowa opened the back and climbed up inside.

“Trowa?”  Nola peered into the darkness, “Trowa, how can you be friends with a Gundam pilot?  You’re supposed to be dead if you even see one’s face.  Unless you’re a…”

She climbed in and closed the door behind her, “Trowa?”

Silence was her only answer.

“Hello?  I can’t see anything.”

The overhead lights on the inside of the truck flickered on and Nola gasped at the large Gundam that lay next to her.

“Trowa?”

He sat on the Gundam’s chest, typing away on a laptop.  He looked down at her, “Yes?”

She stared at him in disbelief, his expression softened and he beckoned her to join him.

Nola climbed up the slick side and grabbed Trowa’s outstretched hand so he could draw her up beside him.

She settled next to him and rested her head on his shoulder as he continued to type.

“Does Catherine know?”

“Yes.”

She sighed and he stopped typing with his left hand to give her a one armed hug.

Nola ran her hand down his arm, “I don’t want to sound cliché or anything… but you are very strong.”

“My Gundam is aptly named Heavy Arms.”

“I think you were holding out on me last night.”

He withdrew his arm and continued to type, “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

She got on her knees and began kissing his neck.

Trowa groaned softly, “You’re making it very difficult to type.”

She blew against his ear, “That is the point.”

He clicked the send e-mail button and set the laptop aside.  She straddled his lap and grabbed fistfuls of his shirt.

“Are you trying to distract a Gundam pilot?”

“Trying?”  Nola shifted over his lap causing him to groan again, “I think I’m succeeding in distracting a… Gundam pilot.”

“You’ll get used to him.”

“Him?”

He rapped his knuckles against the chest plate they were sitting on.

“Oh.  What did you tell Lily and Heero about me?”

“Nothing.”

“Fine,” she said, moving off of his legs and opening his laptop.

“What are you doing?” Trowa asked.

“Reading the last e-mail you sent to… Death2Relena?  Here it is… from KillerKarny?  There’s something very wrong with all of you.”

Trowa shrugged without comment.

“Did you have to tell him that I just showed up in your bed?  You make it sound like I seduced you against your will,” she said laughing.

“You did seduce me; just not against my will… that’s three of us.”

“Pilots?”

He nodded, “Heero is with Lily, Duo… well, he isn’t with his, but he’s chasing her.  Now me.”

“And there are other pilots?”

Yes, Quatre and… and Wufei,” he gave a short laugh and shook his head.

“What?”

“I just can’t picture Wufei putting up with a girl just showing up in his bed, he’d probably go into a lecture about sex before marriage and love without honor.”

Nola looked confused so he just pulled her to him and kissed her.

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