Contains: mini 5xR lemon

Relena continued to pant as Wufei's slumped form pinned her to the wall. He persisted in clutching her thigh against his sweat-slicked side. His head was against hers. He pressed his forehead to the wall and panted in a rhythm that complimented the gasps seizing Relena's own weakened form. They had fallen out of sync but a pleasurable rhythm was still apparent as he began to move against her. She shifted her hips, the motion was more a reflex than anything else, but it brought home how embedded Wufei was in her tight nest. He faced her now and one unsteady hand moved to touch her chin. He pulled out in one hot, fluid motion. Relena's back arched as she felt his tip traverse the last inch of her damp exit. His hand remained on her chin as he finally released his hold on her thigh, slowly controlling the descent of the slender leg. Relena felt her once hovering foot come in gentle contact with the carpet. And, then she felt Wufei's hand leave her chin. They were completely disconnected now. It was over.

She stared back him, her lips still parted, her vision still bleary, her body still a steaming mass of tantalized flesh. With one last quiver, she slumped against the wall. It seemed her legs were giving out on her. But, Wufei kept his distance, his gaze the only connecting force between them. As she leaned heavily against the wall, what just occurred became real to her. Her eyes traversed Wufei's disordered appearance: how his black hair clung to his face, neck and tops of his shoulders, how his upper body was dappled with reminders of where her mouth suckled, and how he was wearing absolutely nothing from the waist down (she could hardly count socks as adequate attire). Her gaze moved upward when she realized where her eyes couldn't resist lingering.

And, something else became real to her. This was going to be awkward, very awkward. Her skin began to cool under the assault of the air conditioner. A trail of goose bumps lit her frame, from head to toe. And with the trail of puckering flesh, she suddenly became aware of how exposed she was. Her hands crept up to her bosom.

She nearly jumped when she heard Wufei murmur, “We have several minutes until Zechs *personally* picks this lock.”

Relena glanced up and realized that the slight curve of Wufei's mouth was his version of a smirk. Her own lips twisted. She hadn't spoken for the last 13 minutes; the only sounds that came from her throat had been moans, gasps, and pants. Her voice sounded alien to her as she asked, “You think this is amusing?”

He moved away in a turn and began picking up their scattered clothing with quick efficient motions. Her eyes moved over his bent, exposed rear to follow each dart of his hands. And, then he turned to her once more and she found herself swallowing against the dryness of her throat. She watched him approach. He extended his hand, pushing her blouse and underthings at her.

“Take them, unless you prefer him to see more of you than he intended.”

More humor at her expense, she noted. Reluctantly, she let her hands move from their protective position over her bosom to grasp the articles in hand. She was a bit surprised when Wufei's now free hand reached forward to tug her skirt down from its bunched position at her waist. She blinked and a second later he was some feet away putting on his clothes at a leisurely pace. How could he be this nonchalant about all of this?

Her mouth trembled a bit as she debated whether or not to hold her tongue.

Wufei made the decision for her. He asked, “What are you planning to say to him?” His dark eyes moved to her as he zipped up the fly of his pants.

She surprised herself by moving away from the wall and toward him. “What…do you mean?” She continued to hug the clothing to her chest. Her eyes took in his composed expression. She couldn't understand why such a tranquil look unnerved her. “You can't very well expect that I…that I tell him we—that for the last hour I've been--”

“Waxing off a layer of a wall…”

“What?” Her gaze followed his finger as it gestured to the wall behind her.

She turned around. Her eyes bulged when she saw spots on the wall where the beige paint had been worn down to almost white. “…”

“Come here.”

She faced him with an almost aghast expression. She took a cautious step backwards. They probably had 5 minutes before her inconveniently punctual brother returned. She frowned at Wufei. If he thought she was stupid enough to engage in another wall waxing session with him, he had another thing coming.

“No.”

“Come here.”

She shook head and took another step back.

With his exasperation showing, he strode over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. He turned her to the side. His eyes scoured her back as he murmured, “Just as I thought. You're bruised all over.”

“What?”

As if to validate his comment, he poked at a particularly tender looking spot.

She jerked away from the offensive finger as she muffled a noise of pain. She supposed the distraction of thrusting had prevented her from realizing the damage rendered to her back.

“Are you afraid of your own brother?”

Relena continued to distance herself and walked over to her desk with unstable strides. The articles of clothing were placed on the desk. With her back facing Wufei, she said, “I suppose you already think the answer is 'yes'. For that reason alone, I won't answer.”

A snort came from behind her.

As Relena clasped her bra, she could feel Wufei's eyes on her. She twisted the bra around and grimaced as it brushed across her tender back. She paused for a moment, shook her head and sighed before pulling her arms through the straps. It only took a moment before she had her blouse on and was in the process of buttoning it. She glanced down at her underwear, which sat rolled up as a small handful on the desk. Before she could make a move to put it on, she heard whistling. A teasing, almost tyrannical tune came from behind her. She turned around to face Wufei.

He'd managed to put the remains of his shirt on by then and his arms were crossed over his chest. Tucked behind his ears, his hair hung to his shoulders in damp, black wisps.

Relena found herself squinting at him as she watched his lips continue to whistle the admittedly irksome tune. “What are you doing,” she asked, her irritation showing in the brief tremor of her voice.

The whistling stopped. “Setting the backdrop to your demise,” he answered without the slightest change in facial expression.

She followed his eyes to the clock on the wall.

“You have two minutes.”

She frowned. Nothing had changed between them. He was still a bastard.

Her frown intensified as her eyes fell on the wall, then moved to his loose hair, and then finally to the remains of his shirt that *she* had ripped open. Then she thought of herself and how she must appear to appear to him. No doubt her hair looked like the nesting grounds for a large bird of prey. She glanced down at her blouse and skirt. The wrinkles were too numerous to consider without distress. She brought a hand to her temple and allowed herself a groan. Setting the backdrop to her demise…an accurate statement from an awful, but acute man. There was no way for her to cloak what occurred in the office turned love shack. Another snort greeted her and her hand dropped to her side. Relena turned and bent over the desk. All options hadn't been explored. Her finger pressed the button for the intercom. “Miriam?”

A deep masculine voice greeted her. “I sent her home for the day.”

“Brother?” Relena was almost sent into a coughing fit. She turned to the side and emitted one delicate wheeze.

The rich baritone carried over the intercom once again. “Yes. Have you…finished with your research?”

Relena turned around to glare at Wufei and his amused expression. If she heard one more snort from him, she'd—

She twisted back to the intercom and leaned in close over it. Her fingers shook at its side but her voice betrayed none of her apprehension. It was a deceivingly smooth, assured, and affectionate as she said, “Brother, you've been away for almost a month. I think we should go out to dinner and catch up,” she paused when she felt Wufei steal up to her side, “on the time we've missed. It'll be my treat.”

“You wish to take me out?” Zechs's astonishment carried over the intercom.

“Of course. Brother, you're making this sound out of the ordinary.”

There was a pause. “It is.”

Relena watched as Wufei's hand was placed on the desk some inches from hers. He leaned across the wooden surface. If she hadn't been so distracted she might have noticed thatt he was mimicking her position. “Well, let's not consider that. Will you accept?”

“To refuse such a heartfelt invitation would be callous.”

“Wonderful. Pick me up from my house at 7. As of now, I'm following Miriam's example and taking the rest of the day off.”

“You're leaving for the day?”

“Yes.”

“Is there a reason for this?”

“Of course.” Relena glanced away from Wufei. “I can't very well see my brother as I am now.” She wondered if Zechs realized how accurate a statement it was. “I'll go home, rest up, and greet you looking refreshed. I'm sure you can use the rest as well. You've spent the entire day traveling, haven't you?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, then it's agreed. We'll part ways and meet for dinner tonight. Goodbye, I expect to leave the office shortly so don't trouble yourself with stopping in.”

“Hmm...”

Relena hit the intercom button and the little light at its side dimmed, signaling the end of the transmission.

By this time, Wufei was standing at her side.

Relena faced him with a triumphant display of teeth. “Backdrop to my demise? I think not.”

Wufei's hand moved across the desk and grasped her lace underwear. It unfurled from its rolled up position. He held it up between them. His eyes traversed the delicate article for a moment then he turned it over, directly under Relena's gaze.

The expression of victory melted away as her eyes moved over it and to the letters “RDP” embroidered on its waistband.

“Relena Darlian-Peacecraft, I'll keep this… and you can keep this charade up.” He pocketed the panties and moved toward the door without a second glance at her stymied form.

Wufei closed the door behind him and stalked down the stretch of hallway. His face was impassive as he became aware of Zechs's presence at Miriam's desk. Obviously, the man wasn't paying heed to Relena's suggestion and was sticking around to catch said scheming sister on her way out. Wufei did not bother to feign a semblance of camaraderie. He simply walked past, acknowledging Zechs with a dart of his eyes.

Zechs, on the other hand, wasn't so keen for a terse greeting. “Chang.”

Wufei stopped and turned around. Zechs received his usual impatient stare.

The blond man's eyes scoured Wufei's form, took in his loose hair, torn shirt, and the curious dainty fabric hanging from the pocket of his pants.

Wufei watched as a column of color suddenly ascended from the collar of Zechs's shirt to creep up his chin and face.

“Nevermind,” Zechs murmured in an almost strained voice.

Without a change in expression, Wufei turned on his heel and left the area.

“He took my underwear…” Relena murmured to herself as she supported herself on the desk. “How am I…” Her face grew red as she considered today's weather: lots of sunshine, high 80s…but lots of wind. “That bastard,” was all she could murmur to herself as she clasped a hand to her forehead. But, she was smiling.

Was it real? Did any of it really happen? Her surroundings told her “yes.” She looked to the walls and her eyes were drawn to a particular section. She stared longer and, as she did, her eyes became aware of almost circular patches of white against a beige background. Those patches…the two them had done that to the walls. Relena closed her eyes. And, she was the one who sustained the damage. But she could live with that. Her back would heal, but would her pride? She glanced down at her rumpled skirt and then at the ends of her hair that rested at her waist. One of her hands moved to grasp a collection of strands, of matted strands, strands that were matted with a dry white material. Her face grew red as she considered the nature of the substance. She dropped the strands. It was cum. She had cum in her hair. Relena shook her head in silent disgust. She'd spent her entire morning daydreaming, conceiving of the most delicious fantasies to forget that man. Relena bit her lip. And, then he came and made her fantasies seem as mere child's play. This man who'd left her. This man who'd left without indulging in post coital cuddling. Relena sighed. And now, all she had was a disheveled appearance and cum streaked hair--There came a sudden knock at her office's door.

Relena's expression of disgust morphed into one of delight. Wufei had come back. And, she'd give him a piece of her mind for skipping out on her to begin with. She left her desk and in a succession of composed steps she made it to the door.

Her hand grasped the doorknob and turned it. She opened the door and was greeted with the sight of long platinum hair and a stern expression. She immediately closed the door and leaned against it.

“Relena,” called Zechs's voice through the wooden barrier. “Open this door.”

At that moment, Relena weighed her options. She could do as Zechs ordered and consequently be sentenced to a lifetime of disapproving looks or…she could…

Relena turned around and bolted the door. She was shaking as she said, “Dinner at seven, Brother. Don't be late.”