Don’t
Talk Back
This fic
is in response to the AU challenge/idea posted by the Black Rose. I know Rose… It probably wasn’t what you had
in mind. But this idea just popped into
my head and I was forced to run with it.
(What can I say…What Ever Makes You Happy and Insatiable were giving me
a headache… so what better than a bit of a 1xR lemon) This ficcy is rated NC-17… meaning don’t read if you’re too young
or not mature enough. My intention is
not to offend anyone.
And just
for the sake of saving my own butt (or is that arse!!! Lol)… the DISCLAIMER – I
don’t own Gundam Wing! Tra La La. I’m
making no money. I’m broke (the
mechanic has all my money… *sniffles*).
******
“You know, for the Queen of the
Universe, you sure can be obtuse,” Hilde muttered and yanked the laces of
Relena’s corset.
Relena gasped, trying to catch her
breath. “Hilde, comments like that can have you terminated for treason.”
Her friend laughed. Relena grimaced as
the girl continued to fuss with the bodice, retightening the laces. Relena let out a breath, and silently cursed
the traditional garb these official meetings always demanded. The outfit certainly appeared befitting of
one bearing her stature, but exactly who had decided that comfort couldn’t be
worked into the equation?
“Under that icy demeanour you insist on
maintaining, is a normal woman, with normal needs. You’re the Queen, for goodness’ sake. You should be using it to your full advantage.”
Relena arched an eyebrow. “Hilde, you
are not seriously suggesting that I use my rank to…” she shook her head.
“I’m suggesting you use your rank to get
what you want. And you know exactly
what, or who, that is.”
Relena huffed, pouting slightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’ve seen the way you look at him. Pure, unadulterated, lust.” Hilde giggled as
Relena tried to arrange her expression into something intimidating. Obviously, it wasn’t having the desired
effect.
She stomped her foot. “HILDE!”
“Go on, admit it. You would LOVE to see what he looks like
under that uniform. Pretty good, I’d
bet. And a little bird told me that you
would have no problem at all getting him to… submit.”
Relena gasped again, shooting her
assistant another reproving look. Hilde
laughed again and gave her a conspiratorial wink. “Surely you’ve noticed the way he’s always watching you. And whenever there’s an important mission,
he’s the first one to volunteer.”
“He’s simply dedicated to his job. He is one of our most decorated agents after
all.”
Hilde snorted inelegantly as she gave
her Lady’s attire a final brush over.
Relena fidgeted impatiently.
“That’s enough Hilde. We’re
going to be late.”
******
The
buzz of conversation filling the great hall came to an immediate halt as the
doors swung open to admit the Queen and her small entourage. With her customary
grace, she glided across the polished floor until she reached her throne. Taking her seat, she waited for her
‘subjects’ to settle, using the opportunity to scan the room.
From
her elevated position, she was able to see each of the diplomats waiting in the
hall. To her left and right, her
Special Guards stood at attention, diligently protecting her. Remembering her earlier conversation, she
allowed her gaze to wander towards the Guards at her left, and felt her pulse
quicken. Her lips felt dry, and she ran
the tip of her tongue along her bottom lip.
He
stood at perfect attention, his Prussian blue eyes relentlessly scanning the
room. His thick brown hair fell across
his brow, casting shadows on his tanned skin.
Commander Heero Yuy. Hilde had
been right; she had often wondered what he looked like under that uniform. It was beautifully tailored to fit him just
right - the pants contoured to his toned thighs, the jacket accentuated his
broad shoulders. His hands were clasped
behind his back. Relena sighed. Such beautiful hands. She had oft wondered how those hands would
feel against her skin. She shivered
involuntarily at the thought.
Her
eyes travelled slowly upwards, passed his arms and chest, coming to rest on his
mouth. She unconsciously drew her
bottom lip between her teeth, as she pondered absently how that mouth would
feel against hers. Feeling decidedly
flushed, she allowed her gaze to drift slightly higher still….
And
saw he was staring straight at her.
Her
eyes widened slightly, as she tore her eyes from his, forcing herself to stare
out at the congregation of politicians.
Oh God. How embarrassing. Clenching and unclenching her hands several
times, she tried to calm herself. But
she couldn’t seem to wipe the vision of those eyes from her conscious. She sighed inwardly. She was NEVER going to make it through this
meeting.
******
Relena
stifled a yawn as the Minister for Trade began to wrap up his long-winded
speech. She nodded her head briskly, as
he bowed low before returning to his seat.
God this was boring. She knew
she should be paying closer attention to the delegates, but she was feeling
somewhat distracted. What the hell, she thought, all these
speeches were recorded anyway. She
could just review them later. Leaning
back in her seat, she allowed herself a quick glance to her left.
If it
had not been for his impassive features, she would have thought him as bored as
she was. He seemed to shift his weight
slightly from one foot to the other and she wondered briefly if that adage
about the size of men’s feet was true.
She
felt a hand on her arm, and turned to see her Lady in Waiting grinning
mischievously at her.
“Are
you alright, Your Highness?” Hilde whispered, “You seem a little… breathless”
Relena
glared back at her, blushing slightly.
“I’m
fine,” she snapped. “You just did my corset up too tight.”
******
The
Colonel stepped on to the floor, bowing low.
Relena nodded to her, inwardly drawing a sigh of relief. The Preventer’s Report was always the last topic
presented, and the Head of Security was never one for long speeches.
“Colonel
Une. I trust that all is well with
security?”
“I
regret that recent sweeps done by our surveillance teams have revealed a
weapons compound, located in Sector XG 93572.
With your permission, Highness, I would like to send someone in to
destroy it.”
Relena
nodded slightly. “Of course, Colonel.
What forces will be required?”
“A
small team of our elite squad should be more than adequate.”
“I’ll
go.”
All
heads turned in the direction of the announcement. Relena studied him silently, for a moment before shaking her
head. “No, Heero. Let someone else do it.”
He
blinked at her, apparently confused.
“Your Highness, I will destroy anyone who threatens your vision of peace. It is my duty.”
Relena
sighed. “It is no more your duty, than
anyone else’s. Let someone else do
it.” Her tone was firm, and she turned
her attention back to Colonel Une.
“Colonel,
I am commissioning Commander Chang and a small team of his choosing, to resolve
this matter.”
Turning
to her right, she nodded slightly to the Chinese man that had stepped
forward. From the corner of her eye,
she could see the tension in Heero’s jaw at her preference of Commander. Relena was well aware of the rivalry between
the two soldiers.
“Thank
you Colonel, I’m sure this issue will be settled in adequate time.”
Colonel
Une bowed again, before returning to her seat.
“Oh,
and Commander Yuy,”
Heero
turned at his Queens’ request.
“You will
NOT involve yourself in this matter.
That is an order. I have grown
tired of reading reports of your apparent suicide missions. Am I understood?”
He
nodded slowly but his eyes pierced hers, glinting mutinously. She shook her head slightly, reassuring
herself. His file said he always obeyed
orders.
******
She
paced the room of her private chamber.
“You’re certain about this Colonel? Absolutely certain?”
“Yes,
Your Highness. There is no doubt. He’s left his fingerprints, figuratively
speaking, all over it. According to
Commander Chang, the compound was no more than a smouldering shell by the time
they got there,” Colonel Une responded, her face pinched into an unhappy scowl.
Relena
sighed. “Fine. Send Special Agents Maxwell and Barton to
fetch him. Tell them to bring him to my
private chambers. I will deal with
this… insubordination myself.”
******
Heero
remained motionless in the doorway, staring at the two agents that stood before
him.
“Commander
Heero Yuy,” Trowa’s voice was even, lacking emotion “I hereby arrest you in the
name of Her Royal Highness Queen Relena, for the charge of Treason.”
Stepping
forward to shackle Heero’s hands behind his back, Duo’s tone held more
sentiment. “You’re in deep shit now,
buddy.”
******
She couldn’t
believe it. He’d played right into her
hands and now she had him exactly where she wanted him. Pacing around the room, she imagined
possible scenarios, plotting exactly how she would get him to succumb to her
advances. Looking down, she noticed her
somewhat drab attire.
“Hilde!
Quick, I need to change.”
Her
friend lifted an eyebrow, fascinated by the other woman’s restlessness.
“Of
course, Your Highness. What would you
prefer?”
Relena
suddenly went bright red, causing Hilde to emit a gasp of laughter.
“Oh my
god! You’re actually going to go through with it!”
******
Relena
schooled her expression into one of cold indifference as the door swung open to
admit her two agents and their prisoner.
It was entirely thanks to years of practise, that her composure didn’t
slip the moment she laid eyes on him.
She was grateful that she was sitting behind her desk, as he certainly
made her knees weak. Steeling herself,
she forced her tone to be firm.
“You
disappoint me Commander. Would you care
to explain yourself?”
He
kept his eyes focused on a point behind her.
“I cannot apologise, Your Highness.
I did what I felt was necessary.”
“Really? And you felt going against my orders was
necessary? Are you suggesting that your decision making skills are better than
mine?”
Heero
remained silent; as he glared at the floor.
“It
appears to me, Commander, that you allowed a petty resentment towards another
officer to cloud your judgement.
Commander Chang was perfectly capable of carrying out that mission. You had no business challenging his
authority.”
Again,
Heero merely glowered at the carpet.
“I see
that we are getting nowhere with this conversation. Fine. Commander Yuy,
consider yourself on immediate suspension.
You will be placed under house arrest until suitable punishment can be
decided upon.”
Turning
her attention to the two guards, she motioned to the taller agent.
“Agent
Barton, perhaps you could leave me with the keys to the Commander’s
bindings? I would like a moment to
speak with him in private. Hilde? Show
these two gentleman to the kitchen, and get them something to drink.” She
glanced at Heero. “We may be a while.”
Before
the door swung shut behind them, Relena saw Duo turn to Trowa and grin.
“Lucky
Bastard.”
******
Heero
stood in silence as Relena proceeded to ignore him, appearing to shuffle
through the stack of folders in front of her.
The minutes ticked past in silence, as though she had forgotten he was
even there. Finally she looked up and
cleared her throat.
“Is
there anything you would like collected from your home? Clothes, books?”
Heero
blinked at her. “Er, I’m sorry Your Highness.
I thought you said I was to be placed under house arrest?”
“Yes,
that’s right.” Relena paused, mentally bracing herself. “I never said which
house.”
He
blinked at her again, and for a moment she was sure she saw uncertainty flash
across his face, before his customary mask slipped back in place. Taking a calming breath, she toyed with the
thick file in front of her, making the final decision to throw caution to the
wind.
Heero
watched as Relena stood and walked to his side of the desk. His eyes widened slightly as they travelled
down her form to the skirt that hugged her hips and fell barely mid thigh. With complete nonchalance, she seated
herself on the edge of the desk, her legs crossed elegantly.
Her
attention seemed fixed on the file that she was now idly flipping through. Pretending to ignore him again, she touched
a finger to her lips, before dropping it down to the top button of her
blouse. He watched, as she slowly,
sensuously, began to unfasten the top three buttons of her shirt, brushing the
fabric aside until she was sure he could glimpse the fine lace that outlined
the curve of her breasts.
“Your
file certainly makes for some interesting reading, Commander.”
Not
looking up from the pages in her lap, Relena continued to toy absently with the
edge of the blouse. Her fingertips
brushed against her skin, as she imagined it was Heero’s fingers teasing her,
touching her. She shifted slightly,
uncrossing her legs before crossing them again, causing the skirt to creep
further up her thighs.
“According
to your last evaluation,” Relena’s voice was soft, almost seductive, “You have
never had a problem with following orders before.”
Setting
the folder down on the desk, she rose smoothly. Taking a step towards him, she reached up and traced her hand
along his cheek. She smiled to herself,
as she felt him turn slightly, into her touch.
Leaning towards him, she whispered into his ear: “Perhaps it’s time I
made an evaluation myself, on just HOW well you follow orders.”
Relena
looked up, to find her gaze locked with his.
Her chest tightened, and she made little attempt to conceal the blatant
lust in her eyes. Relena slid her hands
down his chest, diligently unbuttoning his shirt and exposing his smooth
flesh. He flinched.
“You
know,” she continued in an almost conspiratorial tone, “I’ve been wondering for
some time just what you look like under these finely pressed uniforms of
yours.”
Finally
unfastened, Relena pushed the shirt open and let out a long appreciative sigh.
“Ooh
yes… definitely up to standard.”
She
suddenly leant forward, pressing her hands against his chest and brushed her
tongue across his nipple. Heero gasped
and she felt his arms jerk against his restraints. She was sure she saw
agitation flash across his features. Curtailed as he was, however, he was
forced to submit to her wiles.
She
continued to tease him as she ran her hands over his chest, stomach, and
back. His muscles rippled beneath her
fingers; his skin warmed at her touch.
Finally, she pressed her hand against the front of his pants, feeling
his arousal through the confining fabric.
Heero groaned softly, the sound turning into a frustrated moan as she
withdrew her contact and stepped back.
With a wicked grin and the crook of her finger, she beckoned him to
pursue her.
She
sauntered away from him, adding an extra sway to her hips, hoping to entice him
to follow as she moved through the unmarked door to the left of her desk.
She
drew a settling breath as the object of her desire walked into the small room,
coming to a halt at the edge of the solitary article of furniture. The room was simply decorated, merely
designed to allow the Queen short periods of sleep when her schedule left her
weary. The bed was large, however, and
certainly suited to her present objective.
“I was
having the most interesting discussion with my Lady in Waiting the other day,”
Relena began, her tone smooth, almost conversational.
“We
were discussing you, in fact. Did you
know, she suggested that as the Queen of the Universe, it is well within my
right to simply take whatever I desire? Do you think that sounds unreasonable?”
He
shook his head vigorously, as he struggled again against his restraints. “No,
Your Highness. It is expected that you
deserve whatever you want.”
She
quirked an eyebrow at him, stepping closer to trace her fingers against his
throat.
“Really?”
she purred, “I’m so glad you think so.
Because you see, Commander Heero Yuy…I want you.”
She
fixed him with a measured look. Lifting
the keys to his cuffs, she pressed them to her lips.
“Can
you promise me that if I remove your bindings, that you’ll be a good boy? I
would be most disappointed if you tried to escape.”
Heero
nodded dumbly, and Relena grinned to herself at the dazed expression on his
face. Moving behind him, she ran an
appreciative hand over his groin. “Of
course,” she added, “I am counting on you being a VERY good boy.”
She
moved behind him, working the key in the lock slowly, slightly nervous of the
response she would receive. His stance
seemed so rigid, almost unaffected by her touch. Relena desperately wanted him to return her advances, and she
knew that if he didn’t, there was no way she could force him to. Queen or not, she found little appeal in
rejection. Retraining her expression to
one of the confident seductress, the key turned with an audible click,
loosening her hostage’s cuffs.
Shackles
removed, she stood back a moment and watched as he rolled the stiffness from
his shoulders. His gaze locked on hers when
she stepped in front of him again. She
couldn’t read that look in his eyes, and she felt her heart sink as she
imagined his reproof. She glanced away.
He
lifted his hands to her face, cradling her head as he lowered his mouth to
hers. His lips were soft, even softer
than she had imagined, and hers yielded beneath his tender assault. She sighed softly, and felt a tremor wrack
her body. He lifted his head, his
posture awkward, as if concerned that she would disapprove.
“I’m
sorry,” he murmured.
“Don’t be sorry,” she whispered. “Just do it again.”
Heero did not need to be told twice. This time the kiss was more demanding,
hotter, deeper. Her fingers grazed the nape of his neck, as
she arched her body against his. Their
embrace was raw, heated and passionate.
She gasped against him, as his strong hands grasped her buttocks,
lifting her hard against him so she could feel his need.
Her
heart was pounding in her chest, and she struggled to calm herself. She had imagined for some time how his body
would feel against hers and had wondered at the savour of his lips. And yet no fantasy could have compared to
the sensations his caress now provoked.
His scent overwhelmed her - masculine and irresistible. Her body craved for him to take her, to
dominate her. But she railed against
it, wanting to prolong the encounter.
His
breath was hot against her throat, and his quick fingers began to unbutton the
remaining buttons of her blouse. An impatient jerk removed the garment; the
silk cloth spilling to the floor.
Dropping his head lower, he brushed his lips against her inflamed skin,
as he deftly relieved her of her bra.
His hand pressed against her back, holding her still as his tongue
relentlessly heightened her desire.
She
sagged against him; her body surrendered to his attentions. She felt his other hand press against her
thigh, squeezing it as he moved higher.
He pushed her skirt down and over her hips. As the soft material slid to the ground, Heero lifted her to him
before lowering her onto the bed. His
gaze was predatory as he hastily stripped off his unbuttoned shirt, tossing it
aside before he covered her prone body with his own.
He
gazed down at her, his intense blue eyes possessing an emotion she could not
decipher. She shivered when she felt a
calloused hand brush against her hip as it smoothed across her skin, coming to
rest against her breast. His thumb
traced lazy circles across her nipple, eliciting a low moan from the back of
her throat. He pressed his hips against
hers, rubbing suggestively as he claimed her lips for another, impassioned
kiss.
Relena
pressed her hands against his back, revelling in the sensation of his skin
beneath her fingers. He was smooth to
touch, with the hint of untempered steel underneath. Running her hands lower, tracing the contour of his lower back,
she slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his pants. She sighed against him; his hand progressed
lower, brushing against the silk of her panties.
Her
eyes shot open, and she pushed against him, breaking their embrace. An expression of surprise flashed across his
face, moments before he found his back flat against the mattress. Relena
straddled his hips.
Remind
me to thank Wufei for those self-defence lessons later, she thought to herself as she
gazed down at her captive.
He
stared back at her, his expression seemingly unfazed by his loss of
control. He lifted a hand, running it
across her stomach. Slapping it away, she leant forward letting her breath tickle
his ear. He frowned slightly, as she
gave him an almost catlike grin.
“I
think you’re forgetting who’s in charge here,” Relena whispered. She moistened
her lips with the tip of her tongue.
She
brushed an errant lock of hair out of his eyes, slow and enticing. She felt self-assured, almost triumphant, as
she beheld him. This well-built,
supposedly unyielding man was all hers, to do with as she pleased. She slid her hands across his chest,
watching with satisfaction as he swallowed hard and released a long groan.
It
wasn’t enough. She wanted to see that
composure snap, to hear him beg for her.
She wanted to know he wanted her as much as she wanted him. She wanted to spoil him to any other woman.
She
leant forward, pressing her lips against his chest, teasing him with small
flicks of her tongue. She allowed her
fingers to wander, brushing them against the soft tissue under his arms, across
his ribs, past his toned stomach that trembled to her touch, until they came to
rest at the buckle of his trousers.
He let
out a gasp as she pressed her hand against his impressive bulge. As she teased him through the confining
fabric with one hand, stroking him softly, she used the other to quickly
unbuckle his belt and drag his pants over his hips until they were dropped to
the floor. His boxer shorts were swift
to follow.
His
rigid length jutted upward, enticing her.
She watched him closely, taking pleasure in the way his eyes closed and
his head arched back as she pressed her fingers around the turgid shaft, taking
long, measured strokes.
She
felt her own body flush in response, her panties soaking with her desire. Watching his control begin to crumble, she
didn’t think she could hold out much longer.
Her need for him was reaching its peak, and her body was crying to reach
completion. Not breaking her finger’s
steady movement, she slipped her underpants off where they joined Heero’s
discarded clothes.
Drawing
herself up, Relena lifted her body until his arousal pressed against her
entrance. He released a long,
frustrated groan, as she lingered above him, enticing him with her heat. Lowering herself slowly, she drew him into
her. She tilted her head, her body curving
back, as she basked in the sensation of his length inside, filling her.
He
arched against her, his hands rising to grip her waist. He struggled to find
the rhythm that would bring them to climax.
She leant forward, holding him still as she nipped gently at his throat.
“Oh
no,” she sighed, smirking at his growl of displeasure. “Not so fast.”
He
groaned, his control obviously slipping as she began to move slowly, tormenting
her obedient lover. She raised her body until he had almost slipped from her,
before lowering herself again, squeezing him gently. She continued her leisurely
pace, refusing his attempts to quicken, arousing him more as he watched her
smooth her hands across her skin.
“You
have no mercy,” he protested, his voice strained as his breath came in
gasps.
His eyes,
heavy lidded with passion, seemed clouded, and his hair was darkening as beads
of sweat ran down his face. She laughed
softly, her only response being to knead his chest, pinching his nipples and
causing him to buck beneath her.
But it
was becoming impossible to maintain her rhythm, as the joining of their two
bodies created waves of pleasure that began to spread through her. She pressed her hands to her breasts, her
tempo forgotten as she cried out for conclusion. Her undeclared dominance was broken, and Heero’s grip on her hips
tightened. He thrust beneath her,
pounding into her, his voice rising as he exhorted her to climax. She tightened around him, shuddering as her
being was shaken by her orgasm.
He
could not hold back, any self-control long diminished, as his hips drove
faster. Relena watched as he tilted his
head back, and felt the extra hardening and twitch of his shaft; he came with a
shout.
Her
heart crashed against her chest, and she struggled to steady her
breathing. Slouching forward, she
rested her head against her lover’s chest.
He traced his fingers over her skin and she stretched languidly beneath
his touch. He moved her gently, turning
her until she was stretched across the sheets, where he began to cover her with
soft kisses. She drew him to her,
basking in his distinctive smell as she drank from his lips.
Waiting
briefly for him to stretch out beside her, Relena was quick to curl against his
body, allowing their heat to lull her to sleep. She smiled to herself. It
had been a most productive meeting.
******
Dressing
silently, she gazed at the slumbering man, admiring the way the sheets had
slung low over his hips, allowing her an unhindered view of his sculptured
back. She let out a long, satisfied
breath.
Exactly
how long could she get by, she wondered, before he realised that she had no
intention of placing him on trial? One
week? Hmmm… maybe two…
She
giggled softly as she slipped out the door, locking it behind her.
******