Contains: lemons....err... lemons and more lemons.
Relena peered at her posh office from behind a gleaming mahogany desk. Her quiet time was almost over. It had taken her months of arguing to ask that her mornings remain free of interruptions, whether they took the form of visiting diplomats, incoming phone calls, or reluctant bodyguards. And, she'd won, but with the victory came the conditions. First, her windows were to remain locked and alarmed until a bodyguard was present inside the office. Second, there were no outgoing calls to be made. She could use the intercom to talk with her secretary; that was it. Three, a bodyguard was to be positioned outside her door.
She glanced at the five-inch thick document which contained the year's worth of Colony L3x18999's peace talks and found herself desiring more time, not this empty stretch spent feigning interest over all this official business. She cared about people, not all this cursed red tape. Her fingers tapped the space beside the document and then they fled. They scurried across the desk and collided with her laptop, a laptop perfectly doctored with and configured by a Heero Yuy. Her fingers went around it and met with a white teacup; its only hint off color coming from a shimmery pink lip print on its surface. (Quatre's drinking habits tended to rub off on people.) She drummed her fingers on her desk as she eyed a slightly curved chestnut strand. She guessed it was from Maxwell's bangs. It must have fallen from his head as he leaned over her the day before.
Her gaze ran up the white carpet, spying the distance between her desk and her door. She found herself staring at a straight light brown footprint pointing her way from in front of it. Trowa probably made it this morning as he checked in on her before returning to his station outside. There was a trace of all the pilots in the room. With a sigh, she acknowledged that they'd all woven themselves into her life in some way. And, it was partly because of Zechs and his overbearing need to protect her. Since the Mariemeia incident, which occurred years ago, her brother was besieged by bouts of paranoia. With bit of irritation, she realized that every time he left for a trip he found some excuse to use the Preventers as her personal bodyguard service. But, she would bet her life that the former Gundam pilots found it even more irritating. Perhaps, that was why, for the most part, she gave them their space…For the most part… and perhaps, her sympathy for their plight had allowed them to do a little more than tolerate her. And, with this upgraded tolerance came the signs of this temporary alliance: the perfectly configured laptop, the perfect china teacup (half full of chamomile tea. Once again, a perfectly soothing recommendation by the Winner heir), a perfect lustrous strand of Duo's hair, and a perfect imprint of Trowa's foot on her once entirely white carpet. Her office was a perfect display of how each of the pilots had infiltrated her life. Well, all except one: a certain Chang Wufei. Once again, her eyes drifted to the L3X18999 document. She'd perused it earlier and made a mental note to use it as a night aid. Meaning: “in case of insomnia, please read.”
She propped her head up on an elbow. Now, back to the issue of Wufei. She didn't have a problem with his distance. Nope, it was fine with her. She didn't know him, didn't care to know him, and didn't see herself changing her stance anytime soon. It was his attitude that wormed its way under her cool diplomatic skin and riled her. Whether he spoke to her or not, she felt it: this wave of condescension wafting from him to surround and choke her. Yes, she knew he was descended from Chinese nobility, but it didn't mean he should wear his heritage as a shield to ward off something so harmlessly mundane: common courtesy, civility. He didn't exude anger…no, it was something else, something more humiliating for her. Boredom. That was the best description for his attitude. It was as if he was bored with her, bored with the assignment, bored with anything having to do with one Relena Peacecraft.
She rolled her eyes. She didn't expect the pilots to be elated about their new posts. She understood that relative to slaughter, explosions, and plots to flatten said Earth with said colony, guarding some aristocratic dame fell on the humdrum side. She could comprehend that debauchery on a universal scale tended to be more gratifying than this…She glanced around at the bland office and partly expected to hear elevator music.
She began to nibble on her finger, chipping the French manicure finish on the enamel. Why couldn't Wufei be like the others? Heero treated her with indifference, which she was used to. Duo found the situation of guarding her laughable and told her so, on numerous occasions. Quatre, bless his soul, actually liked her. And, Trowa just did his job. He didn't consider her longer than he had to, but he didn't ignore her either. She appreciated that.
But, Wufei. She groaned. He didn't even talk to her, *yet* he still was a nuisance. It was his dismissive dark stare and his occasional pout that served as memories of him. Relena took her finger away from her mouth and began to stir the cold tea with her gnawed on digit. She made a little noise of resignation and decided that out of all the young women her age, she had the best deal. She was 22 and had five relatively hot young men forced to guard her. She removed her finger from the cup and licked the tea from her finger. Yes, she had five decidedly androgynous males sworn to protect her royal and political body…
She considered her situation. (She did this more often than she'd ever admit, even to herself.) There was Heero. She pictured him the way he was as he first appeared at her school. (She hated the word; it was a bit old womanly but it was fitting) He looked like a “maverick”, deliciously distant with a touch of danger. But, for all his threats, Heero, out of all the pilots, instilled the least amount of fear in her. She'd gotten to him. She knew it. It was in the way he constantly guarded himself away from her. He looked through her, not at her, froze upon hearing any words of kindness from her, and recoiled at the mention of how he'd saved her life…on more than one occasion. But, even in the face of all this enforced detachment, she knew Heero would be a very tender lover. She pictured him the way he was after he tore up her invitation, the gentle touch of his finger on her cheek as he brushed away her tears. Granted, he'd threatened to kill her at the same time. But, what was new about that? She mocked him. She used her pointed hand as a pistol and aimed at some unsuspecting corner of the wall. She pitched for a voice that masqueraded as a throaty monotone. “Omae o korosu.” She saw herself at the other end of the gun. She pictured the cold barrel of the gun pushed into her face. She leered. She wished Heero would press something else that was long and hard of his in her direction. In fact, she wouldn't even mind him using the gun on her, if it helped.
She pictured him charging into the office. His steely eyes would pin her to her seat as he demanded that she end his guard duty. He'd order her out of her chair and to his side so that he could intimidate the desired reply out of her. He'd cock the pistol and stick it about an inch from her nose before asking her how much she valued her life. But, how would he react if she responded the way she'd always wanted to when he pulled his gun on her? Relena lowered her hand and closed her eyes to envision the moment.
She'd step closer to the gun and take the barrel into her mouth. Then she'd swirl her tongue around the cold steel. And, if Heero survived the initial shock and was still capable of standing and holding the gun, she'd reach out and cover his hand with hers to guide the barrel from her mouth, down her neck, and to the space between her breasts. She sighed. Oh, she'd love to see the look on Heero's face then…Oh, she'd risk Zechs's wrath and cut off five inches of his platinum blonde hair just to feel the cold steel run down her hot, smooth flesh guided by the hand of Heero-I-won't-ever-touch-you-unless-I'm threatening-to-kill-you Yuy.
Hmmm… Heero would say her name; murmur it in that mindless-drone way of his. He'd drop the gun and it'd go off, firing a loud frightful blast. And, with the firing of the gun, he'd reach out. His hand would waver in the air before he'd finally give in and stroke her parted lips with his thumb. Then he'd trace the path of the barrel with the same roughshod digit. He'd step closer. Perhaps, he'd look over her shoulder, not wanting to face her as he undid the buttons on her blouse. His hands would be deft but gentle. It would be as if a butterfly had landed on each button he touched. Then she would feel his breath come fast against her chest as he buried his face in the comforting bounty before him. He'd snuggle her breasts, lay his face between them, and kiss them. There would be no words between them. The only noise in the room would be the muffled noises of his kisses against her flesh and her own pleasure-born gasps. She'd feel his wet tongue move over her smooth mounds. She'd feel her strength leave her as he suckled each swollen, tender breast.
Relena reached over and turned up the AC. She'd definitely wilt under such a gentle assault, especially one coming from Heero. But, Duo…hmmmm. Duo would be entirely different. He'd be fun, maybe even kinky. She could see him eager to experiment and they would, one day, if she ever got the nerve up to proposition him. She could actually picture him agreeing to go along with it. It was funny and a bit ironic. Only some years before, her sights were focused solely on Heero. But, because of Zechs and his overprotective nature, she now found herself tempted by all five pilots with Maxwell almost running neck-and-neck with Heero and that distasteful Wufei running a dead last. If it weren't for his God-forsaken attitude, his placing might differ. There was something about Asians that frosted her cupcakes. Every time Heero threatened her in Japanese, she came close to embarrassing herself. She wondered how much Japanese Duo managed to pick up…
Relena reached out and picked up Duo's strand of hair. She twisted it around a finger. She bet Duo already suspected her attraction to him. He was the only one she knew she could risk teasing. Take yesterday, for instance. He was sitting in the corner of the office fiddling with his latest electric doodad. She'd advised the pilots to find some way to busy themselves while on duty. Otherwise, the alternatives were to talk to her, simply stare at her, or pick the fuzz from her carpet. Those were the options she gave them…
Her mind left Duo for a moment and reflected over the habits of the other pilots. Traditionally, Heero stood like a sentinel in a corner of the room, gazing at nothing and everything at the same time. It aggravated her. The behavior was just one more reminder of his stubbornness. So, she would purposely go online hours before his arrival, allowing whatever scumbags access to her computer. Occasionally she'd (of course this was done covertly) entice hackers to break into “Relena Peacrecraft's secret files.” Then she'd hand over said tainted laptop to Heero and plead with him to “stop these delinquents from interfering with the peace processes”. She'd done it six times in the past year. Yet, he hadn't questioned her about the recurring dire state of her comp.
Quatre usually talked to her, sometimes about his sisters or the family business, or some other safe, comforting subject. He'd even go nostalgic on her. She usually interrupted him around the “and then Sandrock opened the hatch so I could escape” part. Quatre meant well, but, in her short existence, she'd heard her fair share of small talk. Her entire life revolved around diplomats running their mouths only to hear their self-important selves speak. Small talk, double-talk, and any sycophantic behavior she could do without. Relena frowned. It was all a part of the illusion of a democratic government in politics. Relena enjoyed her position as Vice Foreign Minister. She enjoyed tying the colonies and Earth together. But, in the end, she knew she was only a figurehead, a symbol; it was her job to sit, listen, and look attentive. When she spoke, people listened, but she doubted they contemplated anything more than staying on her good side. The last thing she needed was another plastic environment. Her office was her haven….She shook heard in an attempt to organize her thoughts. Back to the gundam pilots turned bodyguards… Then there was Trowa. He'd sit and read. Occasionally, she'd question the tall young man and he'd dutifully answer before returning to his literature. And, Wufei…
“Damn it,” Relena swore under her breath. She ended up snapping Duo's strand of hair in two. Her mind always seemed to wander back to the unpleasantness of Wufei.
She sighed. Duo was different from the rest of them. He didn't require a lot of energy like Heero, small talk her to death like Quatre, succumb to the calls of duty like Trowa, or piss her off like Wufei. Duo didn't allow the job to “cramp his style,” as he would say. The day before was a good example of this.
“Yesterday,” she murmured drunkenly.
Yesterday, Duo brought in a fighter pilot game, the type that vibrates and makes sound effects during game play. It was relatively quiet in the office; Duo had the presence of mind to mute the device. But, she could hear him shift in his chair as he played. That was about it. Every once in a while, Relena glanced up to see him utterly focused on the device. But, the quiet was short-lived.
~*(Flashback)*~
He bit his lower lip and was guiding the console as if he were in the cockpit
piloting his own machine. Then out of nowhere, he yelled, “Holy shit,
you cocksucker!” He clamped his hand over his mouth and looked over
at Relena. “I'm *so* sorry. I—I—Oh man.”
Relena's astonishment was evident. Red-faced, she stared at him. “…”
He rubbed the back of his neck. Sheepish, he said, “The batteries died while I was on the final level. I didn't save.”
He expected her to launch into some prissy tirade, or sputter about his 'crass' behavior. He was shocked when she asked him, “What batteries does it use?”
It took him a while to register the question. “Two 7.5 volts...”
Relena pressed the button for the intercom. “Miriam, could you do me a favor?”
“Yes, Ms. Peacecraft,” came her secretary's voice over the intercom.
“Could you possibly bring me four 7.5 volt batteries?”
There was a pause. “Yes, Ms. Peacecraft. Right away.”
Relena turned back to her work. She could feel Maxwell's eyes on her and she was amused by his bewilderment. As she stamped her signature on the last promissory note, she realized she wanted to see more of that brand of reaction.
After a couple minutes of silence, he asked, “Why four?”
By that time, she was writing a draft for her upcoming big speech in the area formally known as Moscow. “I don't want the issue of power to stop our diversions.”
“…”
She knew Duo wasn't stupid. She just hoped he'd read between the lines. Otherwise, her fun for the day had already ended.
“ 'Our,' ” he muttered. He was tempted to remind her the game was a one player, but he decided not to.
There was a soft knock at the door.
“Come in, Miriam.”
A woman with mousy brown hair and a kind smile entered the office. Relena took the batteries from her and thanked the old woman.
Duo watched the secretary leave. His hand idly tapped against his knee.
“Should I bring the batteries over there or will you come for them?”
Duo looked at her as if she just asked him to choose between capital punishment and lifetime imprisonment. With obvious hesitance, he walked over to the desk. He stood beside her. Was he supposed to just take the batteries from her?
She held out her hands for the game. He passed it to her. She flipped the odd shaped device in her hand. She asked Duo to take the batteries out of the package and to hand her them. He did and without any trouble she disposed of the old ones and placed in new ones.
She turned to face him. She could have sworn he jerked back when she insisted more than asked, “Show me how to play.”
“Ok…” He managed to do away with the stupefied expression. He started to explain what all the buttons were for. He used his finger to point each one out and he told her how to hold it.
It was an interesting device. It had two flattened cone-like projections arching downward from the main console. Duo explained they were for gripping. You closed your hand around each. While holding the left cone you used your thumb to maneuver a mini joystick, which controlled the direction of the fighter jet. While holding the right cone you had another mini joystick that controlled speed. How far you pressed it to the left or right determined the mph. Not pressing it put you in a sort of cruise control speed. On the underside of the flattened cones were buttons that allowed you to fire attacks, view different POV's of your jet and the surrounding area, take-off, and land. He explained to her that the buttons were on the underside of the console for two reasons: (1) to save space for the monitor and (2) to make it more challenging.
Relena told him 'challenging' was the wrong word. 'Impossible' was more fitting. “How am I supposed to use two joysticks at the same time…in contrasting directions?”
“You'll get used it. Why don't you try patting your head and rubbing your tummy at the same time? It's good practice.” He was actually serious. The suggestion was met with a scowl. “Wow, Heero's rubbing off on you.” He looked at the device in her hands. “Let me show you. Put your hands on it the way I said. Thumbs there. Don't even try to look at the buttons on the underside. Each one has a different feel. Memorize them. How does the first one feel?”
“Gritty, like sandpaper.”
“Good, that's the landing button. And the second?”
“Pointy…but not sharp enough to cut me.”
“It's the 'fire' button.” Duo showed her the indentation on his middle finger. “Keeps you from going trigger-happy. What about the third?”
“Incredibly smooth, almost like glass.”
“That's the 'POV' button. Each time you tap you get a different angle. And the last one?”
“There are these ridges. It feels wavy.”
“And, there you have the 'take-off' button. Ready to soar?”
He reached over and tapped the “start” button before going through set-up. Despite her inexperience, she was a bit miffed when he set the level to “land-lover.” She always thought the term referred to people who never went sailing, but in this game it was the label given to sub-beginner, the level she assumed was delegated to children and one-armed apes. Relena realized she was overreacting and focused on paying attention to the demo.
She suffered through the opening stage. She lost 2 planes before surviving a take-off. Her arms went wild as she attempted to maneuver. She frowned. She was shot down 5 seconds after take off. Duo acted instinctively. He covered her mouth with his hand. She ended up howling into his palm as the device vibrated terribly. She was amazed he knew her well enough to gage when she'd lose her temper.
Duo, himself, appeared shocked. He took his hand away. “Didn't want Miriam to think I was murdering you in here.”
She nodded silently before turning back to the game. She tried again and again, each time her jet plummeted from the sky as a fiery ball of shrapnel. She shook with the device, vibrating in her chair. It felt like the crash response intensified each time she failed. Duo's snickering didn't help her mood.
“Bet you thought I was being presumptuous when I set it to 'land lover.'” He tried not to laugh and failed. He saw the sour expression on her face and quickly sobered. “Look, it's not that hard. Do you mind?” He made a gesture of moving behind her.
“No.”
He went behind the chair and leaned over her. His arms went around her to grasp the device. “First get a good grip. Don't let the tremors intimidate you. So you got hit, big deal. Keep going.” His hands were over hers. His thumbs pushed hers away. “I'll control the joysticks. You handle the buttons, ok?”
She was barely able to nod. He was draped over her as if it were nothing. Perhaps she'd worn down his defenses. Each time he came to her office she'd find some excuse for him to approach her desk. Sometimes she feigned eyestrain and asked him to read some small print for her, or she'd ask that he fix a button she'd purposely jammed. Now here he was, reaching from behind her with his hands over hers, his face mere inches from her cheek. She could smell him: where he'd been, what he'd been doing before coming to her office. She felt silly. She smelled food: toasted bagels, a hint of oranges, and some sort of coconut shampoo. It was a homey scent. Something comforting and, at the same time, something that inspired hunger on so many different levels.
“Ok, I'll tell you what to press. Got that?” He turned a little to look at her. “Relena?”
She tried not to face him as she said, “Yes.” The last thing she needed was for them to be nose to nose. It was all right for innuendo to be present. But for him to actually *see* what she wanted? She couldn't handle the ramifications.
“I'm taxiing out. I need 'wavy',” he said.
She saw what he was doing: trying to get her to forget about the words, 'take-off', 'land', 'fire', and 'POV'. He wanted her reactions to be automatic, based on instinct and touch. She felt her finger hesitate over the 'take-off' button.
His finger pushed hers onto the button. “Don't think. Just do it.”
She felt the pressure of his finger on top of hers and the ridges of the button pressing into the soft pad of her fingertip. And, with that little amount of pressure, she was taken away. She pictured him suddenly moving over to the desk and sweeping everything off of it with his arm. He'd pick her up and spread her out on the desk. At first, she'd feel shocked. Then, as she'd look at the devilish expression on his face, she'd realize she was game for anything he had in mind. She'd watch as he joined her on the desk to straddle her. She'd feel him on top of her grinding his hips and rigid length against her. Then he'd reach back to place his hands between her thighs. She'd gasp as she felt him place something slightly oblong with jutting surfaces between her thighs. The object pressed against her lace panties.
She lost herself. Fantasy masqueraded as reality.
“What--”
He leaned over and said to her, “Shh,” before capturing her mouth with his own. His tongue dominated. It surged into her mouth and she received it gratefully. It wrapped around hers, wrestling with it. She found herself sucking it, loving it, feeling hungry for it. Then she felt it: the quick tremor against her womanhood. Duo ran his nose against her cheek; his mouth stopped at her ear. “Wavy,” he murmured. His voice was a husky exhalation against her ear. “You're airborne.” She felt her back arch as the game device hummed between her thighs. “Smooth.” His free hand ran up her side to caress the soft curve of her breast. “Look around.” Her breath caught. “Approaching enemy, you're hit.” She felt the device tremble fiercely; one of its projections beat at the lips of her sweet lace covered cavern. “Return fire. Pointy. Pointy. Pointy. Pointy.” The beats came faster. She could feel his mouth sucking at the pulse in her neck. “Ok. Force a landing. Gritty.” She felt his bangs brush across her bare breasts. The sensation wavered between prickly and teasing. She felt him push the device further against her juncture. “You're going down.” She suffered a most delicious gasp as the device shuddered with an unexpected force against her. And, then he was gone.
“It was good while it lasted, right? Relena?”
She blinked.
“See? All you needed was a little guidance. You took over like a natural…well, at least, until you crashed. You lasted an entire two minutes!”
“Only two minutes? I came in 2 min--” Startled, she looked up at him as she realized what she almost said. Dear God, he was talking about the game, the desk was as it was when he first arrived, and in her hands was the device.
“Two minutes isn't bad for a novice. I'm going to start calling you 'Ace'.
There's no need to turn red about it.” He fielded the game device from
her grasp and walked away. He glanced at the clock on her wall. “Looks
like we're through for the day. Time for you to pack up and go home. See
ya. And, thanks for the batteries,” he tossed over his shoulder as
he exited the room.
~*(End of Flashback)*~
Relena sighed. What an incident. It was the first time she ever slipped into a fantasy while anyone was present. No one else had caused her to tread on such dangerous ground. Perhaps, she needed to reconsider her preferential order of the pilots. It seemed like Duo was about to exceed Heero and take his place as #1 in her affections.
She glanced at the Colony L3X18999 document. Its thickness mocked her. She wanted to look anywhere but there. She made a noise of disgust. She hit the button for the intercom. “Miriam?”
“She went to the Ladies room,” came a neutral sounding voice.
“Trowa?”
“Yes. Do you need me-”
“Need you?” Relena flushed. Oh, yes she needed him, on an oriental rug by the fire, with some ice cubes and gin…
“I didn't finish. I meant: Do you need me to take down a message for her?”
“…” Relena shook her head to dispel the thoughts. “No. No, that's all right. Thank you.” She hurriedly pushed the button. “End of connection,” she murmured to herself as she sat back in her chair. It was nice of Trowa to ask. She doubted Wufei could ever drop the holier-than-thou act to consider her needs for a moment.
Thoroughly disgusted with herself for thinking of him once again, she pulled at her hair. “Wait a minute.” A thought came to her. She gathered all her hair in a haphazard ponytail. She pulled it tight so that her hairline receded a bit. Her head hurt. “Perhaps, that's why he's so ornery…no, scalp pain alone can't account for that level of callousness.”
She released her hair and sighed, “Wufei, why couldn't you be more like Trowa? Dutiful, respectful, loyal…” Relena's face changed expression. “My God, I'm making him sound like a Labrador Retriever…”
She leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling. In her heart and mind she knew Trowa was nowhere near as docile as he appeared. He had a dark, wild side; she was sure of it. In fact, given the right situation, she could see him as the type of man to take charge. His arresting Latin physique said so.
She could already picture his entrance.
He came in without knocking.
Relena looked up from her work. “Trowa, what are you doing in here? I specifically asked to have these hours alone.”
He closed the door and stepped into the room. “I don't like it when people fantasize about my friends.”
Relena's mouth was agape. “How…”
“Don't question it.”
“But…” She looked helplessly around.
“You made an unforgivable mistake. You should have thought of me and me alone. The others simply can't compare.”
“What?”
“Stand up and come to me.” His tone was one that refused disagreement.
“…”
“Don't make me repeat myself.”
Shaking, she stood from her chair. She had no idea why she was going along with this. Perhaps, it was shock that made her obey. With halting steps, she walked before him. He was a head taller than she and Relena found herself looking up into cool emerald eyes.
“I didn't say you could look at me.”
Her gaze fell to her feet.
“When I tell you to do something, I want you to respond: 'yes, master.' ” He reached out to touch her hair. “Now, undress yourself, slowly.”
She hesitated.
He pinched the flesh of her neck between his thumb and forefinger. The action was painful enough to remind her of her duties but not enough to truly harm her.
“Yes, master.” With her head ducked low, she began to unbutton her shirt. Her fingers trembled making the task arduous.
“No…that isn't right,” said Relena as she sat up in her chair. The scene was missing something. She shook her head. “Winner…I just can't picture Trowa without Quatre.” Relena frowned. Her usual fantasy with Quatre involved her seducing him. She relished the thought of shocking the Winner heir. She chewed on her finger for moment. With her free hand she turned up the AC another notch. The last thing she needed was someone to find her flushed and unconscious. Who knew what people would think?
“It's my imagination. I can do whatever I want.”
She sat back in her chair and closed her eyes once again. She unbuttoned the first two buttons on her blouse before putting her hands on the armrests. A light smile teased her lips. No one ever said she couldn't have them both.
Trowa was behind her, lifting her arms as they stood together in a bedroom on her Sank Estate. She could feel the heat of his breath on her neck. She wanted to lean against him, rub her length against him, have her buttocks move against his thighs, anything. But, she knew he wouldn't allow it. Her open gossamer nightgown teased her flesh as the light breeze in the room blew it against her, across her, and on her. She could feel Trowa's leg move between hers. His foot tapped at each of her ankles. “Spread them. Nice and wide.” She found herself breathing harder as she widened her stance, spreading her legs farther apart. She felt him kiss the top of her head. She had pleased him with her automatic obedience. Her weak stare fell on her bed and the young blonde gentleman draped naked over it. She heard Trowa say, his voice a melodious rumble behind her, “Quatre, come here and gaze upon her.” With a fluid glide of flawless nude flesh, the blond man acquiesced. He stood before her, his blue-green eyes drifting over her ripe spread-eagled form.
Trowa's honeyed voice came again. “Quatre, touch her like you've always wanted yourself touched.”
The blonde looked startled. His eyes pleaded with Trowa for some other request.
When Trowa's determined green stare failed to waver, he nodded in acceptance. Trowa moved away from Relena. He said to her, “Keep your arms in the air.”
She swallowed. She could feel Quatre's soft hands moving over her face, tracing the contours of her cheekbones and lips. His light touch moved from her face to her neck and then to her shoulders. He unfastened the gown at her shoulders and let it fall to her feet. He dropped to his knees. He remained on the floor, ducking low to first kiss her ankles. His lips were light and warm against her skin. He moved to her calves, kissing them softly. He swirled his tongue in her knee pit and Relena felt herself lose her balance. She managed to regain it quickly. Trowa watched them from the bed, his hand wrapped around his rigid staff as he made slight pumping motions. She couldn't decide what was more weakening: the sight of Trowa deriving pleasure from watching them, Quatre's feverish lips, or the nature of her stance. It was proving more and more difficult to remain with her legs spread and arms out at her sides. The lack of support made Quatre's ministrations almost more than she could bear. She felt scorched everywhere he touched.
She could feel his lips on her buttocks. His hands squeezed her posterior, lifting and kneading the flesh. She felt his wet tongue flicker against her cheek. His teeth grazed her flesh as he nipped at her buttocks. He began to stand behind her. She felt his form snake up against her. She felt the pressure of his cock moving against her bottom. Her arms were two burning, wavering appendages. He dipped low so that his legs were spread at an equal length as hers. She gasped as she felt his rigid length go between her legs. She began to fall forward. He caught her by the waist. With his smooth arm locked around her, he whispered, “Please, if you fall, he'll punish me.” Her eyes widened. Part of her wanted him punished; she wanted him whimpering and shaking as she watched. But, at the same time, she didn't want him to stop what he was doing.
With his arm still wrapped around her waist, Quatre began to pump his hips. His cock moved against her parted buttocks and her damp womanhood. Her breath came faster and harder. She could feel her legs quivering. He kissed her ear and told her he was doing to her what was always denied to him. One hand continued to hold her against him at the waist while the other descended to her inner thigh and then moved up to her moist juncture. The delicate hand fingered her ruthlessly. Her breath caught and all she could hear was the sound of Quatre panting against her ear. His cock continued to taunt her; it rubbed against her exits with wet urgency. “Put it in me,” she begged.
“What did you just say,” asked an impatient voice. It cut through her, startling her back to reality.
Relena's eyes flew open. Her hands gripped the armrests of the chair. She stared back into two slanted, black eyes. “Oh, my God, Wufei??!” She quickly sat up in her chair. She tried to recover. In her flushed state, she couldn't muster up a dignified expression. “What—what are you doing here?”
He continued to fix her with a curious stare. His hand pointed to the clock on the wall.
Her gaze followed it. According to the clock it was noon. She understood. “W-Why isn't Duo here?”
For a moment, a look of embarrassment fleeted across Wufei's features. “He told me not to say.”
“You're his replacement?” Relena tried not to frown. “Why are you staring at me like that?” Relena cringed. She didn't manage to keep the irritation out of her voice.
His eyes did not leave her face as he pointed to her blouse.
She didn't know how it happened. But the blouse was halfway undone. Her pink lace bra was visible. She quickly covered her chest with her arms. “Turn around!”
Even before she shouted, Wufei's back was toward her. He could hear her struggling to secure her blouse. When he believed she'd finished, he walked over the other side of the room and sat in his delegated guard chair, a plush cream armchair.
Relena was so angry she could barely pull together a coherent thought. Of all the people…and of all the times to walk in. She got out of her seat and tried to place some normalcy back into the environment. Usually, when her guards infiltrated her office, whether they were g-boys or the regular bodyguard variety, (according to Zechs Law) she was finally at liberty to open her office to the world. With this freedom she'd open the French windows, boot up her computer (if she hadn't already), and open her phone lines to begin her communicatory duties. But as she stood before the silk curtained windows, she couldn't lift her hand to turn off their alarms. Nor did she feel like fulfilling any other trappings of habit. She couldn't stop thinking about it: how at the climax of her most vivid fantasy, *he* had to disrupt it. In both her thoughts and everyday life, Wufei was always an intervening force. Her face went to a darker shade of red. Dear, God, how long had he been in the office?
She turned around. She was conscious of her heels moving against the lush carpet. She looked across the room at an equally red-faced Wufei. Except he wasn't staring back at her. His eyes were fixed on a wall across the room.
“Wufei, just because you're on duty doesn't mean you can barge in here.”
Dark, incredulous eyes finally stared back at her. “I *knocked*. I don't need to explain myself. I was doing my job.”
“…” Relena squeezed her hands. “Doing your job? You? Never.”
He pursed his lips. “I do as I'm told. I follow my orders.”
Relena narrowed her eyes. He'd been there for two minutes and he was already under her skin. “No, you don't. Your orders are to protect me, to make me feel safe so I can go about my dignitary duties. But, all I feel is--” Relena clamped her mouth shut. She could feel her face burning. Wufei's flush had not diminished either. Why the hell was he so embarrassed? She was sure he'd seen breasts before in his life. Or, was it the fact that they were hers, this selfish brat he was forced to protect? He probably didn't want to think of her as a person. Yes, the sight of breasts would be a rude awakening. Yes, Relena Peacecraft was a woman. She felt it: an impulse so deliciously cruel and fitting to the way he always treated her.
“Wufei, how long were you in my office? What did you see? What did you hear?” She tried to keep her voice steady in that highfaluting tone she knew irked him. She wanted to laugh. If Wufei turned any redder, he would burst.
“I came in because there was no response. What I saw or heard is of little importance.”
Relena felt herself wince. “ 'Of little importance?' God, Wufei.” She steeled herself against anxiety. She would continue. She would succeed in getting under his skin. Even it were only for this one time. Her hands slowly came up to the top of her blouse. She walked from behind her desk and stood before the irate former pilot. “When you say such things, you cut me to the quick…” Wufei's eyes narrowed. Her hand toyed with a pearl button before undoing it. She watched as Wufei froze in his seat. She undid another button, and then a third.
Wufei suddenly stood up. His body was turned toward the door as if to leave. He heard it: her pretentious voice coming from his side. “Unnerved by a woman? Perhaps, a preventer lifestyle has made you timid?”
Oh, he hated her in that moment. He knew what she was doing. Leaving would only satisfy her overbearing sense of superiority. He was having none of that. He frowned. This was the last time he allowed Maxwell to cajole him into a favor. Next time he wanted to shirk his guard duties he could go running to someone more sympathetic, like the blonde.
Relena could see the anger in his rigid form. She watched in certain delight as he perched himself at the edge of the chair. It was as if he was determined to fly away at the next hint of provocation.
She continued undoing the buttons, but he ignored her and stared at the carpet. Her blouse was completely open. She looked down at her lace-cupped bounty. The tops of her breasts were visible. “ 'Of little importance'? Perhaps, you'd like to check again?”
Wufei closed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.
Relena's mask of confidence faltered. “Wufei, I'm speaking to you!”
“I'll not respond to these childish antics. Button your shirt. Save the view for Yuy.”
Relena could have slapped him. The embarrassment she felt at that moment was unrivaled by any other. God, he was such a stubborn bastard. He couldn't even react in a shocked fashion like any normal person would have. She'd have to increase her efforts.
“Wufei, I want you to realize something. The door is unlocked. Do you want to be found in a compromising position?”
“You are the one who's partly undressed. I wouldn't be the one under scrutiny.”
Relena frowned. Oh, this was proving more difficult than she anticipated. She kicked of her heels and trudged to the door. To hell with the threat of interruptions. Wufei was not leaving that room until he opened those blasted eyes of his.
Wufei heard the click of the lock sliding in place. He twitched in his seat.
Relena walked up to him, much closer than she was before. “I'm just going to say it. I'm sick of you, the way you treat me, the way you approach this job. I don't like the situation anymore than you do. If it were my choice, I'd have no bodyguards, period.”
She was about a foot in front of him. If he'd opened his eyes he would have realized that his head was on the same level of her breasts.
As she stood in front of him, he could smell the hint of roses… His frown deepened. Why roses? Why now?…
“But, you have to make things difficult…Look at me. You can stand to do that, can't you?”
She was greeted with silence. Her eyes never left him as she slipped off her blouse. In one angry move, she threw it on his lap. He didn't even flinch.
She just stood there, peering down at him, watching his nostrils flare slightly with each inhalation.
She couldn't understand it. How? How was it possible for him to get to her? This was *her* revenge! She was so supposed to make *him* feel embarrassed, mortified, whatever. Why was it backfiring? Why was she the one enraged? She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She pulled her arms out of each strap. Then, finally she stood, breathing heavily as her hands clutched the bra. Her breasts felt heavy outside of their confines. This was the moment of truth. She reached forward and placed the dainty pink bra on Wufei's head. She watched him take a slight jerk back, but other than that he did not react.
Relena closed her eyes. She felt humiliated…until, she realized something. Notably, Wufei wasn't reacting to her taunts, but at the same time, she now realized, there was no way for him to retaliate without embarrassing himself. If he left, he was a coward. If he opened his eyes, he was a pervert. If he told anyone about this, he was crazy. No one in his or her right mind would ever believe that Relena Peacecraft, Ms. Prissy-in-pink, made an attempt to entice (?)/taunt him with her body. No one. She was at liberty to do anything she wanted, at Wufei's expense. That was her strength. Finally, in that respect, she'd won.
Relena felt a smile touch her lips. The cool air coming from the vents made her nipples erect, causing the skin around the peaks of her breasts to go taut. It was bizarre looking down past her twin peaks at Wufei. His face was a mask of irritation. His brow was creased and she found herself wanting to smooth away that line of frustration.
Tentatively, she reached out with her hand. She was shocked when, as her fingers were about an inch from his forehead, Wufei grabbed her wrist.
His eyes had been closed the entire time. But, he smelled it again, the slight intensifying of the rose scent. He smelled it when she threw something soft and smooth into his lap, and when she placed something light and frilly onto his head. The scent signaled something was approaching him. And, this time, whatever it was, neared his face. Instinctively, he reached out. He'd had no idea the object would be her hand. His fingers twitched around her wrist as he opened his, for once, startled eyes. Immediately, his gaze was greeted with the sight of two rosy nipples followed by two mounds of soft lush flesh.
She heard him gasp. He veritably threw her wrist out of his grasp and hurriedly bolted out of his chair and blew past her. He was not staying there for one more instant. Pride be damned.
“Wufei,” came a soft hesitant voice from behind him.
Its weakness got to him. He stopped in his tracks, unsure of what to expect, unsure of why he hadn't left sooner, or why he'd just paused at the very moment of his escape.
“Do I disgust you? Is that why you treat me with so little regard?”
What game was she playing? First she snapped at him, then she tried to tempt him into doing only gods-know-what, and now she was playing the part of the wounded little bird. He tried to keep the apprehension out of his voice. “What is it with you? Isn't chasing after Yuy enough? Why must I be included in this madness?” He didn't change his stance. He continued to face the door.
“Wufei,” she said his name again in that haunting weak manner. This tone? Was it really coming from someone who exercised so much power over him?
He scowled, steeling himself against feeling any pity for Relena Peacecraft. “Put some clothes on while you still have some self-respect.” He reached for the doorknob.
“What if I told you Heero isn't enough?” Relena stopped herself. She couldn't believe what she'd just said. She held her wrist, remembering how it felt enclosed in Wufei's hand. That instant, when she felt that warm, sure hand, she realized why his surly nature bothered her so, why it was he who interrupted her every thought, and why she was so determined to make him feel even a fraction of the humiliation she felt. No, what she thought earlier was wrong. Wufei had won. All the fantasies she'd conceived failed their aim: to forget how he riled her more than Heero and how he kept her guessing more than Duo. She didn't want him to be kindhearted like Quatre or docile like Trowa. She wanted him to be himself…just with a little more respect for her.
She stood, her hands sneaking up to cover her bosom. She said the words without even thinking. “Wufei, what I wouldn't do for a kind look from you. Just one.” She felt lighter, foolish, vulnerable, but freer nonetheless.
He was still standing with his hand on the doorknob. “A kind look?” He actually laughed. It was a cross between a chuckle and scoff.
Relena felt herself cringe. She closed her eyes and hoped he would just leave. With a little time, she could forget this ever happened. She swallowed back a sob and realized that couldn't possibly happen. Self-respect would be slow in coming.
“How could you desire something so *banal*? Isn't it below the Great Relena Peacecraft's standards? And here, I thought you were looking to spice up your dull, pampered life.”
“…” She continued to squeeze her eyes shut.
“Gods, you've caused us all so much trouble: chasing after known terrorists; exposing their whereabouts; getting kidnapped…and, then as usual, Yuy comes to rescue you. A smile from me? Is that all you want? You've had me fooled. All this time, I thought you were trying to pin us under your little manicured thumb.”
“How can you be so cruel? Even after what I've said…”
“I'm cruel? Look at the way you treat us. As if we're servants to be ready at your beck and call. 'Protect me. Protect me,'” he mocked. Relena felt herself cringe once again. “Well, what about us? What about the lives we were supposed to have--” He caught himself and shook his head. He said in a quieter but still resolute tone. “No…I'm not cruel. I'm just saying things the others are too 'nice' to say.”
She opened her eyes and was startled to see Wufei staring back at her. He was holding out her blouse to her. She hadn't even heard him move around to retrieve it. She refused to take the shirt from him. “Just… get out.” She continued to cover herself with her hands.
“After all this, do you really think I'm going to do as you tell me to?”
She felted pinned by his dark gaze. It knocked aside her anger. All she could feel was terribly exposed and foolish.
He continued to stare at her. His eyes roamed her face. “What…is it about Yuy that isn't enough?”
How he got to her with that simple question…Her hands fell from her bosom to her sides. She hated herself and the tears that threatened to fall as she said, “He isn't you.”
His eyes never left her face. He shook his head. “You're good. For a second, I almost believed you.”
With that, tears did fall. They spilled from hers eyes and over her cheeks. Her voice shook with anger and disgust. “God, even when you're a bastard…I can't deny…how I feel.”
The blouse fell from his grasp. He didn't know what to do with his hands. He didn't know what to say. And, most of all, he didn't know why her words pleased him so. It all was some kind of victory. Over what, he couldn't tell. His eyes drifted from her face to her neck, and to the tops of her shoulders. Such, flawless skin. His eyes narrowed as they once again fixed on her face. What he saw caused some of the rigidity to leave his stance. Moist blue eyes covered with matted dark lashes half glared, have pleaded. His gaze moved from damp cheeks to a trembling, glossy mouth.
“If what you say is true,” he found himself staring at her shoulders. The words spilled from his lips, “come to me.” It was almost a dare.
She didn't move at first. But, something told her that once she made the first step her fear would diminish. That something was wrong.
She stood before him, her eyes fixed on a point on the wall behind him. She flinched when she felt him touch her. His fingers grazed the edge of her jaw line, the little curve that sits just below one's earlobe. It was a bizarre place to feel such a gentle touch. Gentle…Wufei could be gentle.
Wufei watched as her tears came faster and without restraint. Was he really responsible for them? In amazement, his fingers continued, moving beneath the fall of her hair to touch the outside curve of her ear. Was he really the cause for Relena Peacecraft's tears? When had he earned such a high place in her esteem? Why did it matter what he did for her?
His hand moved over her ear and down to her neck. He grasped it and urged her forward until her breasts made contact with his shirt. Rosy nipples pressed against the moss green Preventers uniform. The contact jolted her. She felt her tears cease and her breath catch. He continued to grip her neck as his cheek brushed past hers. His lips met her ear as he whispered, “Have I truly exceeded Heero?”
She felt his hand slightly tighten on her neck. She couldn't think. He was so close. She could smell him, almost taste his woodsy scent. Her arms shook as they encircled his waist. She pulled him tight against her, forbidding his escape. She spoke into his shoulder, “In every way imaginable.”
The answer made him exhale against her ear. His mind flew back to the way he found her as he entered the office. She'd sunk back in the chair. Tiny pants escaped her parted lips. He could see a flash of perfect white teeth as her mouth parted with each ecstatic gasp. Her blouse was unbuttoned to half way. Her chest rose and fell, lifting and dropping her bosom. He could see her breasts swell towards him with every delicious pant. Had she been thinking of him then? Would she react in a similar fashion if he—And, what she said… 'Put it in me'… Was that what she wanted from him?
Her hands told him 'yes' as they squeezed the swell of his firm buttocks. It wasn't just some girlish infatuation. She was attracted to him. She wanted him and not Yuy. The feeling of victory revisited him.
She felt his hand move from her neck, down her chest, to grip her side just under her bosom. His thumb came and moved across her nipple, swishing back and forth like the tail of a stalking tabby. At the same time, his breath intensified against her ear. His mouth grazed her ear then her cheek as it moved to her lips. His nose was at the side of hers. They stared unblinking at each other. It was frightening for both of them to stare at each other from such a close range. Who would trust the other first? The answer came as Wufei closed his eyes. A flood of relief washed over her and she felt fear leave her frame. She melted against him as his lips brushed against hers. The sensation was fleeting, a tease. But she felt it, in that moment: his incomprehensible softness, what he was hiding from so many. He did it again. This time his lips lingered. She could feel the contours of his mouth meet with her own. His lips were damp. When had he licked them? Before he asked about Heero? After she answered? Had he known it would come to this? Her was head swimming. What did it matter?
He captured her mouth, his tongue delving into her gasping opening. She shuddered. His hands pushed her slightly away from him, but they were still connected by their fluttering tongues. They mated with their tongues. He licked hers. She attempted to move closer to claim his, so that she could suck it and remind him who's desire started all this. He pushed her away again. She stumbled. She grabbed his arm to steady herself. He shook her off. The tips of their tongues danced with each other, part combating, part moving in sync. His hands palmed her breasts. They gripped her and pressed her fullness against her. They squeezed and pressed the breasts apart. He tricked her; he distracted her by what he was doing to her from the neck below. In one ferocious step, he moved in and took her. His mouth slanted over hers, his head moved with his tongue in circles, forcing her head to follow. The hands didn't stop their assault. It was maddening.
Her own hand was at his crotch, stroking his fullness. He was moving her, slowing and deliberately to the wall. She was surprised when she felt the partition meet her back. With his hands still at her breasts, he forced her against it. She made a little noise of surprise. She slapped away the tormenting hands. Her breath came frightfully fast. He struggled with her, trying to put his hands wherever he saw fit. He could see in her eyes that she wanted him to continue. Why she was resisting, he couldn't tell. Would they always fight like this, even when the moment was one borne of passion?
Her hands left his and went for the collar of his shirt. She gripped it forcefully. “Please,” her breathless tone spoke of urgency, “Let me do this for you.”
His hands stilled instantly. His dark eyes swallowed her flushed features and lips. It was as if the stain of fine red wine had tinted her lips; their kiss had bruised them so. Her hands shook as she tried to undo the buttons on his Preventers uniform. Wufei could see the look of frustration on her face, but even so he was still surprised when, with a sudden sharp movement, she ripped his shirt open.
He stood aghast. Was this the same Relena Peacecraft he'd known off and on for the past several years? Was this the same girl who'd followed Yuy around like a lost puppy? Was this the same girl Maxwell's best jibes centered around? Was this the pleasant 'Miss Relena' Quatre extolled? Was this the same girl Trowa felt sorry for? Was this the same…woman… he was now frightened of? Wufei's eyes followed Relena's form as she began to move lower and lower against his own. Her lips were on his chest, moving back and forth, treating each brown nipple to a flickering tongue bath. Was this really happening? She continued to eat at his chest. He could see the top of her head as her mouth suckled the skin above the waistband of his pants. She wanted him. He could feel it in every motion of her tongue, in every wet sweep, in every groan of pleasure emitted from her throat as he stroked her hair. She nuzzled her head against his bulging groin. An open mouthed groan escaped Wufei's lips. No, this couldn't be happening.
Wufei squeezed his eyes shut. His hand stilled on her head. He could feel her struggling with his belt buckle. His waist jerked with her efforts. Then he heard and felt the zipper roll down over the bulge of his engorged member. She tugged at his briefs, freeing him.
God, he was rigid… Relena was almost intimidated by the spire pointing right at her. It was inches away from her face. She stared at its glistening tip. She felt pride wash over her. She was responsible for this. She, the girl she believed Wufei detested, had made this stubborn, pompous man as hard as a rock …and now she'd make him putty in her hands.
She thought of her gun fantasy with Heero. She moved closer and let her tongue dart against the damp head of his cock. Wufei's eyes flew open and his body jolted in shock. Relena gripped his tight ass in her hands. She squeezed the trapped cheeks as her tongue swirled around the head's tip.
Wufei's hand clutched a handful of her hair.
No…NO…YES. He continued to squeeze his eyes shut as her mouth engulfed him. He felt it: immeasurable wet warmth…and the pull of her sucking him steadily. She began to move her head back and forth. In and out he went. Wet heat, cool air, fevered moisture, cool air…and the sensation of powerful drags on his pulsating cock. He could feel her hands spreading his buttocks and forcing them together, manipulating them in the same way he'd maneuvered her breasts.
If this was her revenge, he'd aggravate her any time, any place.
Every time she took him in, he filled her mouth with his warm throbbing force. She felt him shudder as she was about to take him from her mouth. His swollen glans was some centimeters from her open mouth when he came in an explosion of white, hot fluid. Most of it reached her tongue, but some of it splattered at the side of her mouth and chin. She swallowed, her taste buds acknowledging the slight alkaline taste. She could hear Wufei gasping above her. She began to stand up. Flushed-faced, Wufei could only manage a bleary gaze. At least that was until he realized what covered the lower portion of her face. He was about to sputter an apology when she held up a graceful hand to stop him. She smiled as she wiggled five delicate digits. Then she took each one and began to gather the signs of his release from around her lips and chin.
He reached out to squeeze her breast, his eyes taking in her every movement. He watched as she brought each finger to her lips and licked off each sticky drop of his cum. Gods, how that simple action got to him. He kicked off the remainders of his pants and advanced. His hands were on her face. He kissed her, tasting his essence on those incredibly soft lips. He suckled them, smoothing away his past abuses. One hand was trapped in her hair while the other rested on her hip. With slow steps, he moved her back against the wall.
Relena felt a shiver run through her body. She opened her mouth wider and whimpered when she felt his mouth move from her lips to her neck. She closed her eyes. His sudden gentleness stunned her. She pictured his usual arrogant façade. It was a comfort to her. This new tender side of Wufei was crossing all her barriers. Her lips trembled anxiously as his lips moved from her collarbone to the ample curve of her breast. Her nipple was in his mouth. He suckled it, his lips swallowing the rosy portion of her breast. She felt the pull cascading from her bosom to spiral around her abdomen to where his hand lay on her hip. She felt him kneel before her. His incredible hot hands traversed up her legs to reach under her skirt. His fingers hooked around the tops of her pantyhose. He began to pull it down. When it reached her ankles, he lifted each foot to remove the fine nylon. Then his hands ascended once more. They smoothed over her calves, passed over her knees and lingered at her soft thighs. This time his fingers hooked around the waistband of her panties. He tugged them down and followed the same course of action as he did with the pantyhose.
He stood before her once again. His hands hiked up her skirt as he walked into her. One hand dropped to between her thighs. The other came up to lightly stroke her cheek. Her face turned into the hand.
“I want you to look at me,” he said. His hand continued to roam up the inside of her thigh. It flickered against the damp lips of her womanhood. She was ready for him.
She shuddered and bit her lip as she shook her head “no.”
“Look at me.” He bent forward to kiss her lips. His hand cupped her moist juncture.
She made the mistake of obeying him. His finger parted her downy lips. His middle finger slipped in to stroke her love button. He stroked again, causing his finger to curl in a come-hither motion against her heated flesh. The motion tantalized the sensitized nub.
She was in conflict, part of her wanted to edge against the wall while the other wanted nothing more than to strain against that roaming finger. With a quick flick of his digit he manipulated her.
Her eyes were wide and locked on his face. She panted. It was shameful how he had her. She lost control of her actions. Her hips thrust against his hand. Her nipples were painfully erect, the skin tight and straining around the peaks of her breasts. Her face and neck were flushed as rosy as the nipples themselves. Below the waist she was one swollen throbbing button, which he pushed over and over again. And, yet again she arched against the finger, this time moaning wantonly as she did so.
Wufei increased the motion of his finger. He stood in between her legs. His eyes were focused on her face: first, her damp lashes, her incredibly blue eyes, then the sheen of sweat which glistened across her forehead and cheekbones, and then finally her full, glossy lips. *He* caused this. And, it was his determination to do more. He slipped two fingers into her, leaving his thumb to titillate her clit.
He heard her pant, “Wufei…please…”
Gods, it was like she was staring right through him. He felt her muscles contract over his fingers.
His eyes were on her mouth as she whispered, “Please, I want you in me.”
“We can't,” he managed to ground out. He was surprised at the control in his voice. He felt anything but. “I don't have protection.”
“Birth control. I'm on birth control…”
He felt her spasm against his hand. Her back arched with the motion.
She was serious. His mind struggled to comprehend what her words meant.
Between pants she answered his unspoken question. “I've only done it once.” Her mind fleeted back to the moment and the kind young gentleman involved. It happened at a country club in the servants' quarters. He had dark brown unkempt hair and his navy eyes reminded her of Heero's. “You? Wufei?”
“More than once.” He didn't reminisce. His hand snaked from her face to her hip. It moved behind her and clasped her buttock. His hand continued and ran down the underside of her thigh. He lifted her leg and held it against his side. Her silken calf brushed against his buttocks as it curved around him.
He had her against the wall, propped on one leg. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt his fingers leave her moist cavern. She bit her lip as she felt his hot probe replace his blessed fingers. It teased her, nudging at her entrance. A noise of frustration escaped from deep in her throat. She urged herself down onto him. He didn't have the will to stop her.
He surged into her. Her tight walls hugged his cock, providing just the right mix of heat and pressure. He gripped her thigh against his side as his hips urged his length forward. Another precious solid inch entered her tight, hot hole.
She felt like one mass of tender, swollen flesh. Each thrust was one step closer to her demise. It felt like thousands of flickering fingers titillated her tortured flesh. Each thrust sent a shockwave of curling sensations from her pelvis to her abdomen to her nipples. She could feel his lips against her neck and his chest against her breasts. Her breath came out in tiny rapturous gasps. She continued to move with him and, as she did, she tightened the walls of her enclosure.
Wufei felt every one of her motions. It was like her walls were sucking him, pulling him deeper inside of her.
“Onna,” came his tortured gasp. He nipped at her neck.
Her eyes fluttered open. Their bodies rocked together, finally in sync. She saw her hands reach for his ponytail. Her trembling fingers managed to snap the band. His hair descended as a cascade of damp black wisps. They clung to his neck, shoulders and face.
His hand continued to hold her leg against him and his other one grasped her hip. He plunged into her, hitting the same delicious spot over and over again. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. She was helpless. It was as if a steaming whirlpool churned from the waist below. Her hips bucked on their own accord. She felt her walls pulsate and clamp on Wufei's piston-like member. She felt herself break into million shards of pleasure-ridden tremors. Her entire frame was overtaken. Her back arched, her hands clutched, her body was one big steaming vortex, whirling out of control. The spasms continued in what seemed like an unrelenting rhythm.
Somehow, Wufei managed to take his head out of the curve of her neck. Through a haze, he saw the tears zigzag down her face. He didn't have time to consider them. The pressure in his loins had reached fever pitch. He couldn't hold back any longer. It happened in one final thrust; his member convulsed, sending a rocketing stream of his seed into her. He shuddered, breathing heavily as he did so. He slumped against her, pinning her against the wall.
Their sweat slicked bodies shone under the overhead lights of her office. So far, the AC proved to be an inadequate rival when pitted against the combined heat of their endeavors. There came a sudden, brusque knock at the door. Alarmed blue eyes met black.
“Relena, it's Zechs,” called a rich baritone through the door. “I'm back early.”
Relena blinked stupidly as Wufei leaned forward to kiss her lips.
“Relena? Is Duo in there?”
She gave light nip to Wufei's lip to reprimand him. “Ahhh…No, umm…Wufei's his substitute.” She was still conscious of Wufei inside her.
“I'm only a substitute,” he murmured threateningly. He pushed against her, sending himself deeper into her.
A weak moan escaped her lips.
“Relena, are you all right in there?”
“I--”
Wufei moved against her once again. She pleaded with her eyes for him to stop torturing her.
“Relena, I can barely make out what you're saying.” Zechs tried the door, but it was locked. “Open this door. I feel foolish just standing out here.”
“Brother, I really can't be interrupted right now…”
“Are you coming down with something? Your voice sounds strained.”
Wufei's dark eyes never left her face as he moved his hips once again.
“Ahhh…”
“Chang, open this door.”
“I think it is in Relena's best interest that I don't,” responded Wufei.
Relena barely had the strength to glare at him. Was she mistaken, or was Wufei smirking at her? It seemed he was deriving great pleasure out of her compromising position.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Zechs tried the doorknob again. “If this is some kind of joke, I fail to see the amusement.”
“Brother, I'm *fine*. I just need to catch up on some much needed research. I can't do that with you carping at my door. PLEASE, we can talk later.”
There was a moment of silence before Zechs responded, “You've got twenty minutes before I personally pick this lock.”
Wufei and Relena could hear his footsteps move away from the door.
“You bastard,” said Relena as she clenched her walls around his entrapped length.
“You brat,” he murmured as gave a quick thrust of his hips.
“You despicable man.” She moved against him.
“You wanton slut.”
She laughed into his approaching lips. They planned to make good use of the extra time afforded to them. The only problem was what would happen once that door was opened… Was the world ready for this sort of Chang-Peacecraft alliance? Relena moaned as Wufei wrapped her other leg around him. Only time would tell.