The Paddle Team Vs. Green Thumb Duo Part 21
By Bad Momma
A Round Robin of the CS Insanity Central ML
Trowa thoughtfully chewed the unwelcome intrusion and was surprised. He'd expected it to be overly greasy, but it was crisp and light, the potato taste accentuated and the saltiness just right. He was considering having another when GT Duo leaned over him and plucked the fry from his fingers.
He shivered slightly as he chewed. "Eeeeww, that chick gives me the willies!" Swallowing the fry, he lightly patted his exposed belly, "Man! I hadn't realized how hungry I was until I saw you guys eating these things. You don't think the Colonel over there will mind do you?"
Both men turned to see said Colonel, slowing chewing his own fry, eyes closed in seeming appreciation of the starchy fare.
"Geez, these are great, mind if we split 'em Tro?" Duo, who settled himself on the ground next to Trowa, was just reaching for another handful of the delectable potato treats - and unabashedly rubbing up against the other man, a guy's gotta try you know! - when an intense moan was heard from the writhing bundle of vines and men just a few feet away. "Oh, I guess he's not concentrating on eating that fry is he?" he chuckled. The slightly loosened vines gave them a fairly good picture of what was happening. Both men made themselves comfy with the plate of food to closely watch the goings on.
In the midst of the bundle, Heero was still testing his grip on the 'handle' in his possession, and based on the sounds that Zechs was making, it definitely wasn't the brush. While observing his victim, he noticed that a flying fry had landed on the vines just under Zech's neck and Heero's eye was drawn to the adam's apple just past it. He formulated a plan. He could pretend to be going for the French fry and 'accidentally' miss it, thereby placing his mouth right on that ever so enticing stretch of throat. He crunched his stomach muscles in an effort to raise his head- just another inch and-.
Noin stood and quickly assessed the situation, it occurred to her that perhaps the potato was working. Surely, it must be an incredibly powerful aphrodisiac to be affecting the Colonel before he'd even finished swallowing, but hey, who was she to complain. Now she just needed to position herself to be in his line of sight when he opened his eyes. To her utter shock, she saw his eyelashes flutter. Damn, if she didn't act quickly, all their plans would be for naught. If Zechs opened his eyes and saw that strange blue-eyed, leather clad boy and not her first, then the months of experimentation would be down the drain. Not to mention that Une would have a major cow. 'I've only got one month left. Just one more month to go! We need to test the product!' the voice in her head mimicked the psychotic Lt. Colonel.
Her mind made up, she advanced on the bundle of vines again, just as she was getting there the blue-eyed boy appeared to be reaching open-mouthed towards her silvery knight. She dove between them and the force of the impact rolled the pair (now a trio) onto their sides, her head landing conveniently between the other two. Unfortunately-
Zechs opened his eyes to a rather disheartening sight. Hair. Dark hair. Blue-black, short, wavy hair. Nicely groomed and styled, but still- damn that woman, he thought, and here I thought I could finally get something going with 'young, dark and surly'. So distracted was he by the hair in his face that he momentarily forgot about the hand very firmly wrapped around him. Only just momentarily. That hand was now squeezing the very life out of him, and what an iron grip indeed! He surmised that the sudden appearance of what could only be his slightly annoying, though adoring, junior officer was the cause of the death grip. 'Hmm, if I wiggle just a little this way- ooh yeah- I think the merits of such a grip definitely deserve more observation- very soon.' His libidinous thoughts were rather rudely interrupted by the aforementioned junior officer, who had now turned to face him.
"Colonel Zechs, sir! Look at me! Sir!"
"Noin" he coolly replied, "do you think you could remove your person from it's current po (oh) sition." Damn that hand was good! Leaning briefly to one side and shifting hips - to accommodate the move of course, he eyed the owner of the hand who was smirking back at him. He dreamily addressed the other, "Good sir, if you could (mmh) cease that activity for just a mmm-moment, I'll be with you again shortly."
"JUST a moment." Was the sly reply that accompanied a parting squeeze. The hand, however, did not wander far as it innocently began massaging his hip.
Zechs found himself once again staring at Noin, her hands on his face insuring that. "Colonel! Colonel, please sir, look at me! I have to check to see if you've been injured, sir! You could have a slight concussion, you might have some nasty abrasions. Let me see your eyes, sir! Please, look right into my eyes, sir! It's imperative!" She was getting nervous, what if he'd looked at the boy when she wasn't looking, maybe while that long haired freak was distracting her. Oh God! First the General and now leather-boy. What was the world coming to?
The Colonel was mildly confused by his junior's odd behavior. "Noin, I think it's very apparent that I have not experienced any of the previously mentioned afflictions. As you can see I'm quite lucid and quite in control of myself. As a matter of fact, I think it is you who is suffering an unknown affliction, as you have evidently taken it upon yourself to interrupt my rather - delicate - negotiations with this young man. I order you to report to Sickbay immediately and stay there until I come and dismiss you."
She stared at him, looking unsure. "Now, Lieutenant!" he growled. That did it, unable to ignore a direct order, she was off in a blur.
The sudden appearance of the rabid fangirl-officer in their line of sight so startled GT Duo that he jumped and landed right in Trowa's lap. At least that was his story and he was sticking to it. Trowa, never one to turn down such a pleasant surprise, slipped his arms around the shivering plant lover. "Don't worry, Duo" he cooed in the green-eyed one's ear, "I'm right here-" a hand slid lasciviously up the exposed ribcage to pull him closer, "I'll protect you." His other hand was gently removing twigs and leaves from the oh-so-recently washed hair as it hung loosely around the two of them now, then he gently blew a bit of dust from the long haired boy's shoulder.
Wiggling to get a little more action, I mean, comfortable, Duo smiled sweetly as he replied. "Thanks Trowa, you guys have been so good to me. No hard feelings about that thing at the Zoo, right?" Then he batted his eyelashes and turned on the charm. Damn, he really needed to get something going with SOMEONE! Hopefully, he wouldn't be interrupted again.
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Elsewhere in the halls of the Rose Brigade Headquarters, Private Johnson was headed towards Lt. Colonel Une's office. Only slightly distracted by the odd grunts and exclamations coming from the other end of the building, he was contemplating how to survive his current assignment. When he and Private Peters had been caught, literally, out of uniform, he'd thought that working guard duty in the lab was preferable to kitchen duty. But his luck seemed to be getting worse. It wasn't bad enough that he saw psycho-Colonel ten times a day when she went to check on the scientists' progress, but now he had to deliver the most damning message to her. He could already hear her mumbling from half way down the hall.
It seemed to be her mantra nowadays. He wasn't exactly sure what was supposed to happen in a month. He'd even gone online to see if there was some foreign holiday she planned to observe that he was not aware of, but he'd had no luck there either. Maybe the Brigade was planning a strike. He hoped he was back in good graces by then because it would suck to be left behind, unless of course Peters was left behind, too. A few mere feet from her doorway, he stopped and considered his options again.
He couldn't just NOT deliver the message. What if the mutated vegetable played an important role in their upcoming strike? He had to deliver it. But, if he could avoid actually, personally, delivering the message, maybe he'd survive. He could always scribble it on a piece of paper and slip it under her door. Nah, he had nothing to write with. She'd been a bit more psycho than usual on her last few visits. It was only natural that the poor lab assistant had been so nervous that he hadn't double checked which specimen he'd given her earlier in the day. The poor guy! He was only trying to help by getting her out of the lab as quickly as possible. It wasn't his fault that one of the old coots had accidentally placed the 'control' specimen in the spot designated for the 'mutated' specimen.
Oh well, it had only been a couple of hours since they'd taken the wrong potato (a normal, run of the mill, grocery store style potato) surely whatever testing was being performed could be duplicated without much trouble. Oh well, better to get it over with, he approached her door once again and resigned himself to his fate.