Don’t Talk Back

Disclaimer – I don’t even own my mind… let alone Gundam Wing…. Sheesh.

The following chapter contains sexual references and is not suitable for persons under 17 years of age.

Part Two

She pressed against him, burning his skin with her caress, tempting him as she smiled down at him with those enchanting eyes. Her fingers grazed across his stomach, coming to rest on the buckle of his pants. Her movements were slow, enticing, daring him to try and stop her. He drew an uneven breath, his senses reeling.

He blinked, lifting a hand to block the persistent ray of sunlight that was shining into his eyes. Sunlight? At night? What the…?

He blinked again, groaning loudly as his flaxen haired goddess disappeared into the morning light, and he found himself alone. Dammit! He cursed forcefully as he rolled over, burying his face in the soft blue flowered print on his pillow. Why did he always have to wake up at the good bit?

Blue? Flowers? His sleep-fogged mind began to clear, as he quickly became suspicious of his surroundings. He most certainly was not in his own bed. Rolling back over, he sat up quickly and scrutinized his unfamiliar surroundings. Okay maybe not so unfamiliar. Bemused, he lifted away the crumpled bedclothes, noting almost carelessly the absence of boxer shorts (or any stitch of clothing for that matter). His feet placed firmly on the floor, Heero leant forward, his elbows on his knees as he ran a hand through his dishevelled hair.

‘Holy Shit,’ he realised, ‘it wasn’t a dream.’

Looking to his left, he watched, almost meditatively, as a light breeze breathed through the open window, rustling the light gauze fabric of the curtains. The early morning sun cast shafts of light across the walls, bathing the fine brush lines in the thick white paint with a deep golden hue so reminiscent of her hair.

Allowing his gaze to wander, his eyes came to rest on his crumpled uniform, which now lay across a simple wooden chair next to the window. Following the wall along to his right, he came to a large, heavy wooden door. Rising slowly, he moved to the door, his hand reaching to clasp the old brass handle. It refused to budge beneath his grasp, as he attempted fruitlessly to turn it. He frowned thoughtfully.

He rubbed the back of his head, endeavouring, vainly, to straighten out the events of the past 24 hours in his head. This time yesterday he had returned from what he had believed to be a perfectly straightforward mission. Not his mission, granted, but one that should have been. A mission that had, however, led to his subsequent arrest… for treason. Although, had he known that treason resulted in the ‘punishment’ that had followed, he would have erred and strayed a long time ago.

What was he doing here anyway? He had only been doing his job, what he had sworn to do. He had promised to protect her and he did. He still could not understand why she had forbidden him to go on the mission in the first place. He had never failed before, and as an officer of her Special Services, it was his duty to enforce the Queen’s values. His loyalty was all he had to offer her, yet she hadn’t appeared to want even that. His life purpose was to serve her, and now it was going to be taken away from him. It didn’t make any sense.

After his arrest, he had travelled to the Royal Palace in silence, the measured scrutiny of his two guards leaving him uneasy. On arrival, he had been smuggled into the building through hidden passageways, apparently unnoticed by the news crews that were always present. Were his charges so severe that they were trying to conceal his presence until after a judgement had been made? And why had he been brought directly to the palace anyway? Why was he not being taken to the Colonel’s offices?

She was seated behind her desk, her eyes unyielding and her perfect lips set in a firm line. It had taken every fragment of willpower he had not to reveal the feeling of shock that had passed through him as he saw her. The Queen’s Lady in Waiting sat to her right, and Heero had been perplexed by the odd grin the dark haired woman wore.

“You disappoint me Commander. Would you care to explain yourself?”

His heart had sunk at those words, desperate not to appear lacking in her eyes. But it was too late to go back and so he had steeled himself for his reply.

“I cannot apologise, Your Highness. I did what I felt was necessary.”

Sighing at the memory of how she had taken offence to his choice of judgement, he noticed a small oval table on the opposite side of the bed. It was bare, save for a single glass of water and a carefully folded piece of paper. Curiosity piqued, he moved quickly to retrieve it. Her handwriting flowed across the page, elegant and refined.

Commander,

Congratulations. Your first examination was most satisfactory. However, in order to be sure that your abilities were tested to their full potential, another appointment has been arranged. Your full co-operation would be appreciated.

HRH

Queen Relena

Heero’s eyes widened, as he read and then re-read the message. Was he imagining it, or was there a definite teasing lilt in its tone? His skin already felt hot at the thought of her return, his pulse quickening in anticipation. Another appointment? But when? It was still early, how long did she plan to make him wait?

He shook himself, attempting to reclaim some semblance of self-control. He ran an agitated hand through his hair and, glancing to his right, saw another door in the adjacent corner. This one was of the same impressive style and cut as the first, but did not appear to have endured the same years of service. Upon opening it Heero saw that it lead to a small but elegant bathroom.

The shower cubicle in the corner tempted him, as it made him more conscious of his dishevelled state. He needed a shower, although he could still almost feel her on his skin, and he was loath to wash her away. Sighing, he wandered into the small bathroom, coming to a halt before the large vanity mirror. He grinned slightly, as his reflection displayed the scratches and marks that she had left on his chest.

So the real question remained. How had a disobeyed order, subsequent arrest and supposed House Arrest, led to this? He thought back, with a wry grin, to how he had watched her flip through her paper work, apparently deep in thought, as he struggled with the tension created from being in the same room with her. Alone. It was just his luck that the one woman in existence that he had fallen for, just happened to be the Queen of the Universe. Typical. He always had to do things the hard way.

He shivered at the thought of her bare skin, the curve of her calves and the arch of her delicate feet. It seemed sacrilegious that the formal gowns she was forced to wear in public, should hide such glorious legs. Mentally shaking himself again, he remembered how she had held his gaze in hers, as she had unbuttoned his shirt, her eyes flashing with a sensual passion unparalleled by anything his dreams had ever invented.

Drawing an uneven breath, Heero glanced around the bathroom, noticing the freshly laid out towels and box fresh toiletries. His expression soured, however, and he glared at the products arranged on the counter. Shaving cream, after shave, men’s deodorant and shampoo. Searching the room, he realised that there was not a solitary item that could be considered hers. The facility had obviously been carefully laid out for him alone, a possibility that left him suspicious. How long would she have had to plan for this? Not long surely. Which made him wonder. Was it possible that she had done this before?

A sickening feeling stirred in the pit of his stomach, as a solitary seed of doubt began to fester in his mind. Images of other men before him taunted him, even though they belittled the chaste conception he had of her. His jaw clenched, and he ground his teeth, as he recalled the knowing looks he had received from the two agents that had escorted him here, and he could not help but wonder if they too had been exposed to the Queens ‘punishment’. His thoughts lingered on Agent Barton, as he recalled whispered rumours of just how close the personal guards’ duties required him to be.

Turning away from the mirror, he began to adjust the taps until a torrent gushed from the showerhead. Ducking beneath the warm water, he leant his forehead against the smooth tiles, squeezing his eyes shut as he let the stream beat on his neck and shoulders. He berated himself, angry that he should let his jealousy allow him to lose perspective. She was the Queen. She owed him nothing.

Reaching for the bottle of shampoo, Heero recalled the first time he had seen her face to face. It had been not long after her coronation, and he was not long from the Academy himself. Travelling as part of her detail, as she toured each sector of her realm, he was able to witness her kindness and selflessness. But it was in a time of near disaster that he saw through the mask of sovereignty, and saw the woman beneath.

As does any person in power, Queen Relena had enemies. People that would attempt to overthrow her, harm her, in order to place someone more in their favour in her place. But he would never had imagined such lengths as the bombing of a social gathering that she was speaking at, a bombing that would claim the lives of dozens.

They received warning, but not enough. What surprised him was the way that she struggled to get people out before her, as if her life was worth less than theirs. He had hung back, trying to watch her, to protect her, and it was because of this that he was with her when the world around them seemed to stop.

He woke beneath what seemed like a mountain of rubble, a precious bundle sheltered beneath him. She did not stir, but her soft and even breathing reassured him that she was indeed alive. Her skin was cold, and he drew her closer in hopes of warming her, and he waited. He could hear the movement of rescue crews above them and was able to attract their attention with a clear shout. It took less time than he had expected for them to work them free.

He had held her in his arms, so soft, so fragile, so perfect. And he knew he was lost. Neither his heart nor soul had been his since. The medics had taken her from him, and he knew that she would have no recollection of his presence once she awoke, but he also knew that the moment would remain etched in his memory for eternity.

Sighing, Heero shut off the steady stream of water, still affected by the memory of that fateful day. He loved her. At least he could admit it to himself, if no one else. He felt like a fool, wanting to win her affection, but not knowing how. She had bared her body to him, but what he really wanted was her soul. He frowned. He had no idea if he was the first she had brought to her bed, but he planned to do everything in his power to make sure he was the last.

He stepped out of the shower, grabbing a thick towel to vigorously rub the water from his hair. Drops of water clung to him as he wrapped the towel loosely around his hips, before he reached for the clean toothbrush. Slathering it with toothpaste, he began to scrub at his teeth, as he became more resolute on his course of action.

He froze, as he heard the faint click of a door. Pulling the toothbrush from his mouth, he quickly spat his toothpaste into the sink, before wiping his lips with the back of his hand. Straightening, he glanced quickly around the bathroom, a hand firmly gripping the top of the towel that was still wrapped tightly around his waist. He already knew, before his hasty inspection of the area, that his clothes were still on the chair outside, but desperation leant itself to wishful thinking.

It couldn’t be her. Could it? Not already? His hand rested on the doorknob for a moment, as he steeled himself to see who was out there. The hinges seemed to creak ominously as Heero stepped out of the small room, but his carefully trained expression of indifference quickly darkened to a scowl as he recognised his ‘visitors’.

“Don’t you know how to knock?”

Trowa merely raised an eyebrow at him, his appearance betraying nothing.

“You’re a prisoner Yuy. We don’t have to knock if we don’t want to.”

Duo, however, was more forthcoming.

“Nice outfit, Heero. But then, anything else could be considered overdressed huh?”

He snickered, un-phased by the murderous look aimed in his direction. He shrugged it off, grinning widely at his disgruntled associate.

“Hey man, you need to chill. You’re looking pretty glum for someone that just spent the night with the most unattainable woman around.”

Heero’s eye’s narrowed, and his words came out low and dangerous as he glared between Duo and Trowa.

“Unattainable? Really? Or is that just for men who don’t serve her?”

The grin on Duo’s face froze, before being replaced by a lethal grimace. It was the hollow click of Trowa’s handgun that caught Heero’s attention, however, as he found it aimed directly at his chest.

“I dare you to say that again, you ungrateful bastard.”

Duo gave a mirthless chuckle, appearing completely untroubled by the loaded firearm, as he glanced across at Trowa’s rigid posture.

“You know Tro, I think our friend’s suffering from some self esteem problems. How about we just leave him to stew in thoughts of his own self worth.” He pointed towards the small table, almost as a last thought. “Food. Fresh clothes. We even brought you something to read. And now we’re going to leave you. To get over yourself. Idiot.”

Heero watched as the two men walked towards the door, disconcerted by the exchange. A solitary question troubled him, begging to be asked.

“Trowa.”

The taller man paused mid-stride, turning back towards him.

“Why me?”

There was a pause, as Trowa seemed to ponder the question.

“I think, perhaps, that’s a question you need to ask her.”

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He leant against the window frame, watching as artificial lights flickered to life in the waning evening light. He glanced at his watch, glaring at it as it stubbornly displayed that only ten minutes had passed since he had last checked it. The dinner tray left by Duo remained untouched on the small table, its’ contents unappealing to him. The once steaming meal now sat cold and congealing, unappreciated by one whose appetite now craved only one thing.

Growling, Heero began to prowl the room, his patience reaching breaking point. Agitated, he tugged his shirt over his head, balling the garment in his hands before tossing it forcefully into the corner. With a heartfelt sigh, he sank down onto the bed, his elbows resting on his knees and his face in his hands. He glanced to his left, his thoughts briefly settling on his earlier lucky find, now safely concealed beneath the plump, feather pillows. Who would have thought she could have been so careless.

What was taking so long? Where was she? His stomach lurched at the thought of not seeing her, that she could change her mind and stay away. He needed to see her. He needed to show her…

He jumped, as he heard the distinct click of a lock, and leapt to his feet just moments before the door swung open. He scowled, however, as Relena’s personal guard entered the room instead. Trowa bestowed him with an almost patronizing stare, his eyebrow raised at Heero’s state of undress. He glared back, his arms crossed. He opened his mouth, about to impart some scathing remark, when he was interrupted by her soft footfall.

She was dressed in a gown of deep blue, the image of the sovereign that she was. His eyes came to rest on her soft lips, and his mind wandered to thoughts of her warm breath against his…

“My apologies for keeping you waiting Commander. I trust that you have not been too inconvenienced by the delay?”

Heero swallowed, hoping he was capable of his normal controlled tone.

“No, Your Highness, I understand that you have more pressing engagements.”

Her posture was poised, almost extremely so, with her hands folded neatly in front of her. She watched him carefully, and he sensed a slight apprehension to her. He frowned slightly, sure that she appeared less confident than she had been on their previous meeting. Could she be regretting what had happened between them? No sooner had this thought run through his mind, however, then she seemed to shake the air of indecision, and the seductress from the previous evening once again stood before him.

His gaze followed the gentle sway of her full skirts as she moved towards him. The embroidered bodice was conservative, with its’ high collar and long, flowing sleeves revealing no hint of skin to him. It accomplished little in cooling his ardour however, as it merely reminded him of the forbidden pleasure that lay hidden beneath the concealing fabric. It made him want her more than he had ever thought was physically possible.

He watched silently, as she came to a halt mere inches away from him. Avoiding his eyes, Relena lifted a hand, brushing her fingers across his bare torso, her touch cool and appraising. Without interrupting the sensuous progression of her caress, she spoke clearly to the silent guard who still waited at the door.

“Thank you Agent Barton. That will be all.”

He nodded slightly, the gesture lost on her, before he turned his glare on Heero. The look spoke volumes, and the warning was unyielding. Heero returned the stare with equal vehemence, making his intention clear. After a moment, Trowa grinned, inclining his head a little before he backed out of the room, pulling the door shut firmly behind him.

“I take it,” her words were even, almost lost on him as he was mesmerised by the patterns her fingertips traced on his skin, “that your stay has, so far, been to your satisfaction?”

He ran the tip of his tongue along his lower lip, his mouth dry and his mind reeling. He had to stop this. He was rapidly losing control, and any opportunity to gain the upper hand would be lost. How could such a simple caress steal his very will power away? He had no way of knowing how long his Queen planned on playing this game, but he had no intention of being cast aside once she had had her fill of him.

She may have done so with her previous ‘toys’, but she had underestimated him if she assumed that he would surrender her so easily.

Without seeking her permission, he reached across slowly and cupped his hand at her neck, allowing his fingers to brush the nape of her neck. Her eyes flickered, and he was certain she had trembled at his touch. He smirked to himself, already excited by the anticipation of feeling her writhe in his embrace. ‘Two can play your game, Highness’

He tugged slightly at her hair, tipping her head back until she gazed up at him through her lashes. Her lips parted, as he lowered his head to hers, as if anticipating his kiss. His mouth pressed to the crook of her neck instead, and he heard her soft sigh, as he grazed his teeth against her throat.

His hand dropped to her breast, touching her lightly, while his other palm cradled the small of her back. His fingers progressed slowly down the front of her bodice, loosening the garment as he went until it was open to the waist. Smoothing back the elegant fabric, his eyes widened as he exposed her bare breasts.

Glancing at her, she returned his look with a level stare, challenging him. He let out a sharp breath, as he raised his palm to one of her taut nipples, rolling the dark bud between his fingers. Relena whimpered softly, as he bent his head and took it into his mouth.

He tongued her slowly, as his thumb circled her other nipple, causing her to arch against him. His mind clouded, as he was overcome with an almost violent wave of desire. Without warning, he brought his mouth to hers, his tongue diving between her lips. He felt her breathless sigh as the kiss deepened, lengthened. He thrust his pelvis forward against the curve of her belly, letting her feel the stirrings of his arousal. His hands fumbled slightly, as he finished removing her bodice, leaving her upper body bare.

With one quick movement, he swept her backwards into his arms before laying her down on the soft bed. She blinked up at him, her breast heaving, as his passionate embrace left her panting. She reached for him, as he lowered himself to her, but he quickly captured her wrists and stretched her arms behind her head, towards the ornate bed head. Pressing his lips to her throat, he could feel her racing pulse, and he ran his tongue along the exposed line of her jugular before he dropped his mouth to her ear.

“Not this time, Highness. It’s my turn.”

She moved against him in protest, but any argument was silenced as he claimed her again for another searing kiss. Keeping her suitably distracted, Heero reached beneath the pillows for his hidden treasure, moving abruptly to set them in place before she could respond.

He felt her hiss of protest as the cuffs were fastened firmly around her wrists. She wrenched her lips from his as she gave a futile tug at the heavy bindings, her crystal blue eyes darkening with indignation and, he was sure, excitement.

“What are you doing?”

Her voice was low, breathless as she glared at him. He grinned slightly as he again lowered his lips to her ear.

“What’s the matter, Highness? I thought you liked to play games.”

He straddled her, holding her still as she attempted to writhe beneath him. He admired her flushed complexion, her skin already glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. He held her firmly, as he rolled to her side, leaving one leg trapping her thighs. Her expression was mutinous, and he smirked at her as she continued to twist against her bonds.

“What are you do….”

Her words died on her lips, replaced by a soft moan, as he proceeded to create havoc to her breasts with his tongue. His hands travelled lower, until they brushed against the clasp of the long and cumbersome skirt. Loosening it from her waist, his deft fingers pulled it quickly from her, exposing her shapely form.

His touch was slow, reverent, as he satisfied his own desire to know her completely. She shivered slightly as his lips brushed the underside of her breasts, and sighed as he gently stroked her belly. Leaning up, he pressed his mouth to hers, drinking from her lips, as she surrendered to his desire.

His need for her pounded though his veins, his body reacting intensely to hers. He forced himself to steady, however, determined to hear her beg for him. She would never desire another when this was over. His Queen was completely at his mercy, and he intended to take full advantage of the situation.

Snatching his lips from hers, he moved lower, tasting her burning skin as his fingers brushed the edge of her panties. She let out a low moan, as she arched towards him. Hooking his thumb under the delicate lace briefs, he tugged them away, leaving her exposed to his appreciative gaze. Glancing up, he saw that her eyes had slid shut and her lips quivered with each trembling breath she took.

He traced his fingers along the length of her legs, testing the sensitive skin behind her knees before stroking the softness of her inner thigh. She whimpered softly as she moved beneath him, coaxing him higher. He took his time, however, teasing her and she growled her displeasure. He kissed her navel, letting his tongue survey the small groove. He smiled to himself as her belly trembled beneath his lips at the tender assault.

Unable to hold back any longer, he allowed his hand to brush against her centre, revelling in her damp heat. She arched against him, crying out as he stroked his thumb along her delicate folds. Moving lower, he kissed her hip before pressing his mouth to her, tasting her. Driven on by his own desire and her soft, keening pleas, his actions quickened, as he brought her to completion.

Moving against her again, he struggled to appear calm, in control, as he tugged at the zipper of his pants, before swiftly removing his last remnants of clothing. Leaning over her, he watched her, as she took uneven, gasping breaths. His body shook for her, his need unrelenting. But he waited. Her eyes were still squeezed shut, and he longed for her to look at him, to let him drown in those depths of blue. He shifted slightly, his knee resting between her thighs, as his length ached for its’ release.

Finally, she gazed up through her lashes, the look seductive and enticing.

“What are you waiting for?” she whispered, “I need you.”

He paused, looking at her restraints, before reaching up to release them. He wanted her to touch him. He needed her to touch him. She watched him, her eyes widening with surprise, as he loosened the bindings. Relena moved restlessly, her every movement begging him to take her, and no sooner had the cuffs slipped from her wrists, then her arms had wrapped themselves around his shoulders, pulling him closer as she arched against him.

His arousal brushed against her warm centre, inviting, and he struggled against the urge to thrust forcefully into her, instead pressing his lips to hers in a heated embrace as he slowly entered her. He moaned against her mouth as he was overwhelmed by sensation. Breaking their kiss, he took panting breaths, watching her passion dazed eyes and seeing the need that mirrored his own.

He felt her lift her legs to his waist, and groaned as she thrust up to meet him, begging him to hurry.

“Please Heero, you’re driving me insane.”

Unable to deny her anything he began to move against her, his thrusts slow at first but increasing in speed as she coaxed him on, the sound of his name on her lips igniting his lust as much as the feeling of her tightening around him, her breasts crushed against his chest and her fingers in his hair.

He could feel it building, and he knew there was no stopping it. He struggled to prolong the feeling, not wanting this experience to end, but as he felt her cry out her own ecstasy, he surrendered to his own climax.

She sighed softly, as he rested his head against the crook of her neck, listening to her racing heartbeat as it slowly returned to a more leisurely tempo. He trailed his fingers across her skin, savouring a situation he could easily become adjusted to. He froze, however, as her whispered words reached his ears, gradually sinking in and stunning him.

“I love you.”

He sat up slightly, unable to mask his bewildered appearance. He watched as she opened her eyes slowly, her face becoming flushed as she realised her lapse. He fell back as she pushed him hard, shoving him out of her way as she leapt from the bed, frantically gathering her clothes as she went. He jumped slightly as the bathroom door was slammed shut with a loud bang.

Heero ran trembling fingers through his hair, puzzled by her sudden flight. Reaching for his pants, he pulled them on quickly as he moved towards the door. He could hear a faint rustling of fabric as she moved around, before she reappeared, apparently taken aback to find him blocking her path.

“Excuse me,” she muttered, her head ducked as she attempted to avoid his gaze.

His fingers grasped her arm, preventing her escape, as he stared at her. His mind was chaos, as he struggled to think of something to say, something that would make her stay. But the words eluded him, as he was still shaken by the declaration he had hoped for but not expected.

“Let me go.”

Her words were indignant, and he sensed the increasing panic in her posture. He frowned at her, silently cursing his own ineptitude.

“No.”

The loud smack of her hand against his cheek shocked him more than the sting of the slap itself, causing him to drop her wrist. He brushed his fingers against the reddening skin, as he stared at her, dumbfounded.

“Don’t forget your place…. Commander! How DARE you take such liberties!”

There was no mistaking the slight sob in her voice, as she glared at him with every last ounce of dignity she could muster. She stepped around him, moving towards the door unhindered. She knocked on the door, answered quickly by the click of the lock. Not looking back, she left the room in a whirl of skirts.

He stood frozen for a moment, before he sat down on the edge of the bed with a thump. He cradled his head in his hands, the previous feeling of contentment long departed. Things had followed so completely to plan. So when did it all go wrong?

He had totally screwed up.

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