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Disclaimer: I still don't own GW. Nor do I own the song Lovely Rita,
Meter Maid by the Beatles *worships said band *
Pairing:
1+2+1
Warnings: Shonen-ai, a few risqué moments, songfic -
AU!
Notes: A few weeks ago now Shi-chan mentioned, on gwls, how fun
it might be to have a songfic of Lovely Rita, Meter Maid - I agreed, and
here it is! You see how productive I get when I should be writing essays
and revising and so on... Anyway - here you go, Shi-chan! Hope it's OK for
you!! Sorry it's not lemon, and sorry I'm not Jade... but I thought it
might be fun... ^_^;; Sorry as well, even I with my cross-dressing prowess
could not think of one single excuse to get Duo in a skirt here. So, I'm
afraid you'll all have to wait till I get round to finishing Lucky Day for
your next dose of Elyndys cross-dressing madness... But yeah... Umm...
Comments, as ever, are loved dearly! Oh, and I know nothing about traffic
wardens and the like. Hey, it's only a fic... ^^;
//...// denotes
song lyrics - this is the first songfic I've written that actually has
them in!
Lovely Rita
//Lovely Rita meter maid
Nothing can come between us
When it
gets dark I tow your heart away
Standing by a parking meter//
I
was just lounging around in my usual way, man of leisure that I am.
Watching people go past; silently mocking them, or seeing how many I could
frighten with a glare - my normal pastime.
//When I caught a
glimpse of Rita
Filling in a ticket in her little white book//
Across the road, a movement caught my eye. A traffic warden! They
always make me laugh, especially when their victims turn up and start
yelling. They always lose, though: no-one can defeat the determined glare
of the traffic warden. Except maybe me; but I don't have a car. If I need
one, I... borrow it.
I crossed the road to maybe get a look at who
was going to cop it this time. I hid a smirk as I watched the terror of
the streets scribble in her notebook.
//In a cap, she looked much
older
And the bag across her shoulder
Made her look a little like a
military man//
Who could fail to find the amusement value here?
And those uniforms they're made to wear... Still, I bet the love the
feeling of power they get, looking so official and important. I'm amazed
any woman agrees to wear one - so unfeminine. This one had obviously given
up entirely and resorted to wearing trousers. Probably some middle-aged
spinster given up hope of ever finding a man. Bitter about it too, I'd
bet. I couldn't stifle a chuckle as I watched her long plait of hair
twitch slightly as she continued to write vigorously. Probably the only
thrill she gets, I thought, is writing these tickets, bringing a little of
the misery and frustration she feels into the lives of others. Although
her back was to me, I could imagine the look of satisfaction on her face
as she leaned over the errant car to triumphantly slap the ticket under
the windscreen wiper.
I was a little startled to find myself
admiring the view: she'd obviously kept herself in shape. Maybe it was the
cut of those somewhat masculine trousers she was wearing. That might
explain it; because since when have I been interested in women?
The answer to my puzzlement was swift in coming though, as she
span round to face me.
"Sorry darlin', if you're going to give me
some excuse about just leaving it for five minutes to take back your
library book or somethin' then I'm not buying today. This thing should've
been shifted twenty minutes ago."
//Lovely Rita meter maid//
I blinked in surprise: this meter maid was a man! And a young,
pretty one at that. I switched on all the charm I could muster, fully
intending to get this beauty to agree to my polite and gentlemanly
suggestion that we meet for a drink sometime...
//When are you
free to take some tea with me?//
"You gonna take the ticket, cuss
me out or what? Come on, I haven't got all afternoon."
Taken
aback, I only just managed to get my brain in gear. "It's not my car."
He grinned. "Good. I'd hate to think I was being ogled by a
violator of traffic laws."
I could only stare.
"So, you
gonna ask me out or what? Like I say, I'm a busy man. Unlike some, I dare
say." He raised an eyebrow at me.
I nodded dumbly.
He
rolled his eyes. "Well I'm glad that's settled. Seven o'clock sound okay?
There's a French restaurant opposite the Town Hall. See you!" He brushed
past my shoulder, and I jumped a little as I felt him pat my rear on his
way past. Suddenly I realised something, and span round to ask him. "Hey
-"
He turned at the sound of my voice. "Duo. My name's Duo. See ya
later!"
I watched him walk down the pavement in search of the next
ticketee, and finally realised I should stop staring. I had a date to
prepare for.
//Took her out, and tried to win her
Had a laugh,
and over dinner
Told her I would really like to see her again//
"...so I said, If that's the state of your parking, I don't want
to know, thank you very much!"
I laughed. Again. I'd been doing it
a lot whilst we ate; I realised I'd been having a great time - the most
enjoyable evening I'd had in ages. I found myself, in all sincerity,
leaning over the table to take one of his hands in mine.
"You
know... I've really had a good time tonight."
He looked back at
me, a beautiful smile lighting his features. "So have I."
I put on
my best smile, and found that I meant it wholeheartedly. "I'd like to do
this again sometime."
He kept his lovely smile. "I would as well."
I felt inexplicably happy, more so than I could ever remember.
//Got the bill, and Rita paid it//
He gave me a 'so you
thought you were in charge?' look as he handed over a number of notes. The
parking ticket business must pay well. It was a small gesture, but it
struck me. He gave the waiter a wide, winning smile and I felt a spark of
jealousy inside.
It almost made me laugh.
I'd never had
dinner bought for me before.
//Took her home//
I walked
Duo home, just to be with him a little longer. I couldn't believe how much
this person, who I'd only met this afternoon, had got to me!
We
got to his front door, and he looked so gorgeous in the moonlight that I
didn't even try to resist. I leaned in slowly and kissed him, simply. His
lips were smooth, soft, and soon wet from our exchange: we separated after
a few delicious minutes, breathing a little more heavily. But, looking
into each other's eyes, we couldn't stay apart for more than a few
seconds; our mouths met again, tongues teasing and tasting. He was gentle,
tender, yes, but underneath was something hot... a promise of more...
//I nearly made it//
"Nnnn... Duo..." I moaned against his
neck, kissing the flushed skin there as he found his house key. My mouth
found his again and we stumbled into his porch.
I put more urgency
into my kisses, trying to draw out what I knew he wanted too: I groaned
into his mouth as I ran my hands down to cup his rear, the ache between my
thighs becoming desperate...
"Mmm..." I heard him murmur as well,
but... I realised with a sinking feeling it was a sound of contentment,
not anticipation. Even though he was complimenting my kissing skills, I
still got the distinct impression he wasn't nearly so eager to find out
what else my mouth was good at as I was to show him.
He broke the
kiss and gave me another lovely smile. Although the erection pulsing
against the zip of my jeans was making me think otherwise, I realised I
couldn't protest to that sweet expression. I gave him a weak smile.
"Why don't you come in and meet my family?"
//Sitting on
the sofa with a sister or two//
"This is my sister Helen, and this
one is Hilde."
I nodded and smiled at the two young women who eyed
me curiously. They both broke out into smiles to rival Duo's, even though
none could outshine his in my mind. I kept my jacket firmly clutched to my
lap as I was hustled into place between the two young women on the settee:
Duo sat in a chair directly opposite me and I couldn't help but watch his
every move. It was not helping my condition. The smirk he gave me told me
he knew this: I felt like killing him, except I knew then I'd never get to
taste his beauty, feel his amazing body, experience his touch... I
mentally groaned.
"Oh, isn't he lovely?" The one with the dark
hair, Hilde, pinched my cheek!
"How come you always find the
sexiest ones, Duo?" The other, Helen, mock-pouted. I nearly choked on the
cup of tea she had just handed to me.
Finally we were alone: I
pounced on him, hungrily kissing his willing mouth. He responded and
matched me stroke for stroke: the heat in my blood and the throbbing in my
groin were approaching fever pitch! I ran my hands over his delectable
body, unable to stop my touching.
Until...
"Mm!" Duo made
a muffled noise of surprise against my lips. I opened my eyes and saw him
looking over my shoulder: I followed his gaze to... the clock on the wall.
"Is that really the time? Man, I'd better get some sleep. Early
start tomorrow and all. This" he gestured at that lovely braid "doesn't
wash itself y'know."
He stood up; dislodging me from my sprawled
position between his mouth-watering thighs and aborting my attempts to
keep his lips next to mine.
I groaned from my position leaning
against the chair he'd just vacated; I didn't think I was going to be able
to stand up any time soon, but I managed it, if a little shakily.
He showed me to the door, giving me another luscious kiss that
would haunt my dreams, then showed me a wicked smile just before he shut
the door behind me.
I sighed.
//Oh, lovely Rita, meter
maid//
"Hello?"
"Hi Heero, it's me."
Strange how
we'd only met yesterday, but it felt like we'd spoken like this so many
times before - I recognised his voice straight away from those few words.
I was pleased he'd rung, but a little puzzled.
"How'd you get my
number?"
He laughed a little. "I knew your name, I looked it up.
[1] So, did ya dream about me?"
"Hm." Although I'd tried to
relieve some of my frustration last night by hand, as it were, with images
of Duo flitting across the insides of my eyelids, I still managed to wake
up with sticky sheets due to some all-too interesting dreams involving Duo
in his traffic warden's uniform and some strategically parked vehicles.
"He chuckled. "Because, I dreamt about you."
I had to bite
back a little whimper; last night's situation coming back to haunt me at
the images Duo's words conjured up. As if guessing my thoughts, he
continued. "Sorry about last night, by the way. I really did have to get
my beauty sleep." He laughed. "And besides, my sisters would never have
let me forget it if I slept with someone on a first date. Not after all
the nagging I give them."
"They're that protective of you?"
"Well, they liked *you *. You should see how they act with the
guys they don't like."
I swallowed. The prospect didn't seem
pretty.
"But I was wondering if you fancied something tonight?"
"What did you have in mind?"
"Well, I thought I could
maybe show you some of those things I was dreaming about."
I found
myself suddenly feeling a lot warmer. "What do your sisters think about
second dates?"
"I have no idea. But I know what *I * think about
them."
"And what's that?"
"I like them."
//Where
would I be without her,
Give us a wink and make me think of you//
I can't wipe the smile off my face as I walk down the street where
I know I can find my gorgeous lover today. I'm feeling a little sore; but
in a good way. A *very * good way. The events of last night more than make
up for any temporary discomfort I might be feeling. Who would have thought
my supposed conquest would be so... forward.
Actually, seeing him
slap a ticket on some unsuspecting motorist's windscreen with obvious
relish, I realise I'm not surprised at all. He even waits, looking around,
for a few minutes to see if said motorist will return and try to get
argumentative. He looks a little disappointed when no-one appears.
Across the road, I catch his eye. I smile, in as sultry a way as I
can manage: the saucy wink he gives me tells me he's thinking exactly the
same thoughts as me.
I've finally found someone who can match me,
glare for glare. I grin at the sheer satisfaction and happiness that
thought gives me.
I jog across the road to catch him up, following
the cute braid and even cuter rear. As I look, unwilling to move my gaze
away, I wonder whether he could be persuaded... to keep the uniform on
tonight?
[1] A reference to a little-known
fun Beatles track called, unsurprisingly, "You know my name (look up the
number)". It can be found on the Beatles Anthology volume 2!
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