As you may or may not be aware, Geocities as we know it is closing down in late October. Site owners have the option to continue having their free sites (though I'm not quite sure how it works), but those that are seemingly abandoned may be lost forever.
RiikiTikiTavi's Lemon Wing could end up as one of those lost to us. Therefore I am copying his stories over here so they are preserved for those that want to continue reading them.
Again all of these are NC-17 rated material meaning there are sex scenes ahead.
First up is Duo and Hilde that takes place late in the series proper.
LEMON WING: Duo and Hilde
She was out of immediate danger, healed enough to be moved from Peacemillion's sick bay to private quarters. The move was as much practical as anything else, since the looming battle the crew prepared for and dreaded would soon have sick bay overflowing with wounded.
She was not, however, well. Not by any stretch of the imagination. She was stronger for the transfusion of blood and the day of rest, but not strong enough to crawl to the bathroom by herself or to get her own meals.
Which was why Death sat next to the bed, slouched forward with his elbows braced against his knees, chin propped over laced fingers. It was an ungainly, graceless pose; but then, Death was not especially interested in how he appeared at the moment. His concentration was centered on the occupant of the narrow bed, watching for any twitch in the resting form that might indicate she needed help (maybe another trip to the bathroom, even), watching for signals that would indicate life was yet present in the still body...
There was a rumbling sound.
"I'm hungry," Hilde complained without opening her eyes, her young voice still hoarse from the shouting she had done the previous day. "And I'm tired of listening to you breathe. Don't tell me you've run out of words, Duo."
Death blinked -- and sixteen-year-old Duo Maxwell straightened in his chair, grinning sheepishly. "Just dozin' a bit," he claimed, illustrating his supposed somnolent state with a joint-popping stretch of long arms overhead and a jaw-splitting yawn. Hilde did open a single eye then which, although squinted against the too-bright light of the impersonal stark-white room, managed to convey skepticism. Duo dropped his arms, looking at her with concern. "You feeling better, Hilde?"
In what was meant to be an answer the young woman propped herself up on her elbows. She promptly winced and collapsed back against the pillows, the impact bringing another wince. "I've been better," she conceded. "Been worse," she added quietly, shadows chasing across her face as she recalled the two powerful mechs she had squared off against in her determination to get the needed specs to the Gundam pilots--to one Gundam pilot in particular--
Duo got out of his chair, reaching for a small cylinder propped on top of a nondescript dresser. "They were busy in the commissary, but I got them to send some soup," he said, bringing it back to the bed. He was brought up short by what he saw: Hilde with her eyes closed again, a hint of moisture marking her cheek.
It was just a single tear, but it tore at him. He couldn't stand to see her cry. It was too much like --
She couldn't stop sobbing, and he didn't know what to do for her. They both knew, vaguely, that the first time was supposed to hurt, but it was supposed to stop hurting at some point and, somehow, whatever he did, however he moved, it just intensified her discomfort until she couldn't bite her lips hard enough to hold back the tears anymore. He'd never felt less like finishing something he'd started in his entire short life. So he just held her, awkwardly patting at her bare back and shoulders with flat hands, and once her sobs faded to sniffles they had both agreed that they didn't see what the big deal was about sex and that the entire bizarre embarrassing process was WAY over-rated...
"Soup?" he asked abruptly, thrusting the thermos at her.
She struggled slowly to a sitting position. He set the thermos down to help her arrange pillows, trying not to think about anything other than making her comfortable, definitely not thinking about what happened the last time they were alone together. Nope. He wasn't thinking about that at all. Not one little bit.
"Hold me." She held her arms up to him.
Hold her...?! Gingerly Duo sat on the very edge of the narrow bed, facing her. She started to lean forward, winced again. He scooted a little closer. Uncertainly he touched her shoulders. The hospital gown was coarse against his palms. He gently shifted his hands to her shoulder blades, cautiously embracing her. She burrowed into his arms, her bandaged cheek pressed against his chest. There was still a strong smell of chemicals in the room, a reminder of how close she had come to meeting his namesake.
She shivered against him. Was she remembering the battle...? How to distract her? "Shh," he whispered in what he hoped was a comforting manner, stroking hands through her short hair, trailing fingers down her slim neck. Of course, she might be remembering the last time -- the first time -- he had been this close to her rather than the near-fatal battle he had almost been too late to save her from. God knew he got the creeps when he thought about it--
As if on cue, she pulled away. Duo loosened his arms, breathing a silent sigh of relief. Even though he knew they were no good at it, holding her caused sensual stirrings in his body that were best ignored. Teenage male hormones, he supposed. But Hilde hooked her fingers in the dark cloth of his tunic, pulling him down with her as she settled back against the pillows.
"Don't let go," she murmured into his ear.
Duo found himself pressed against her side, half on top of her. He stared down at her with startled eyes that took up most of his face. Hadn't they agreed that the physical stuff just wasn't what they were meant for? And (his mind continued, inanely) wasn't her soup going to get cold? She needed her strength... "Babe," he asked hoarsely, "what do you want?"
Hilde's response was muffled against his shoulder. "You ask really stupid questions sometimes, Duo."
In spite of his uncertainty about the situation, Duo grinned wryly. She wasn't alone in thinking him a complete moron. He'd been called that and more just last night--
He really never meant to tell anyone what happened between him and Hilde. Ever. But he didn't wear the priest's outfit just for shock value; he believed in some of the trappings that came with the costume. He wasn't always sure he had a soul, but he did think that confession was good for those that did. Waiting for the coming conflict with Zech Marquis' Libra, wondering what Trieze's forces mustering on Earth were going to do, trying to figure out where the Gundams fit in the entire mess, made him want to confess the one recent act he felt guilty about. So in the small room with the two bunks that he shared with Heero, Duo found himself telling the taciturn pilot of Wing that he didn't get sex, that he and Hilde had tried it and that it went really, really bad really, really fast.
Heero gave him a cold, level stare -- the only sort of stare Heero seemed to know -- walked over to his bunk, and pulled out something flimsy from under the mattress. He tossed it at Duo with deadly accuracy. Duo snatched at it, but Heero had correctly compensated for the other pilot's reaction time. It hit Duo square on the nose. "Ow!" Rubbing at his face, Duo bent to pick up-- "'Love's Torrid Passion'?!" He looked at the Living Weapon that was Heero Yuy in appalled amusement. "Um...this is a whole 'nother side of you, Heero."
"Know the enemy," said Heero flatly. "Inside and out."
Holding the paperback novel away from himself as if to prevent contamination, Duo eyed the florid illustration on the front cover with fascinated revulsion. "Well, if she loses much more of her top I'm going to know every single mole ... "
"Moron. Women read stuff like that."
It still took a minute for Duo to catch his meaning. "Heero, you mean, if you read this stuff, you'll know what women think?"
There was the bare tightening of the mouth that indicated Heero was about to lose patience with the conversation. Duo eyed him warily and gingerly held the book out to him. Heero ignored the offering. "You'll know what women want, sexually," the Perfect Weapon said. "You can't know what anyone thinks."
You don't want know what I'm thinking, Duo said to himself, then jumped as Heero's eyes narrowed at him, insanely afraid that the most dangerous of the Gundam pilots had picked up on his thoughts. That was Quatre's gig, surely...
But Heero merely turned away, back to his own bunk.
"Hey," said Duo after another incredulous glance at the book cover, "what are you doing with this? Planning on trying some of this stuff on Relena?"
"If you tell Relena I have that, I will kill you. Slowly." Then Heero turned toward him once more and uttered a few more cutting words before plunging the room into darkness. "If you had done a little research, you would have nothing to reproach yourself for now."
Duo had scowled and slapped the book down on the bedside table, studiously ignoring it as he groped for his own bunk and tried to force himself to sleep. He meant to sneak back during the day cycle on Peacemillion and glance at some of the juicier parts, but the battle had started before he had the opportunity. Then came Hilde's call for help, which he almost didn't answer in time. She had been so cold to the touch when he pulled her out of her battered mech, so pale when they wheeled her away to sick bay. Watching her vanish in the sea of medical technicians, he knew he might never see her again. So much suddenly seemed unimportant. Grimly, Duo had turned to Heero and told him where to find Relena.
And Heero had vanished himself, undoubtedly heading for the Libra and Relena, although Duo frankly boggled at the idea of him trying any of that bodice-ripping stuff on the former Queen of the World. Pacifist though she was, Relena would slap him silly.
Speaking of unexpected people indulging in bodice-ripping--
She wasn't moving much, Duo thought she might still be in too much pain, but she had pulled off his priest's collar and tugged his black shirt free of his pants, running her hands up and down the skin of his back. This doesn't work for us, he wanted to remind her, then her palms pressed against his spine right as her mouth found the base of his throat and some instinct dropped his head back to give her better access as his body arched into the curve of her legs. Suddenly he couldn't stand the cloth against his skin. He sat up, pulling his shirt over his head, only remembering his shoes when he lay beside her again. He toed them off, making Hilde giggle as his legs brushed against hers. Her fingers moved to the neck of her own gown, but she winced and dropped her hand. "It's tied at the back," she told him. "Could you--?"
He tugged the single bow at the back of her neck, then simply peeled the gown from her. The harsh light was unrelenting. Her ribs were tightly bound just under her breasts. Pale bruises were beginning to erupt on the pale skin, marks from the battle. She flushed under his stare and crossed one arm over her chest, defensively. "What are you staring at?" she said, trying for a light tone and failing, simply sounding vulnerable. "You've seen it all before, idiot."
She's so fragile. Heart-wrenchingly fragile. "You're beautiful," he said hoarsely as he followed the line of bruises down her shoulders with one finger. The safety harness, he realized. The edges of the restraining device had dug into her soft skin even through the space suit and the protective insulating layers. A day later the skin was just beginning to discolor, turning shades of yellow and green. The bruises would be more vivid and tender in a few more days. He bent his head, tracing the faint marks with his mouth, hoping he would be around to take care of her in a few more days...
She made a soft little noise he remembered from that night. It stopped him cold, brought his head up. I shouldn't be laying on her. He sat up, kneeling between her knees as he studied her pale face with concern. One of her knees moved enough to touch the bare flesh above his waistband, making him jump a little. "You can't do this with your pants on," Hilde said without opening her eyes.
Feeling as if he were in a dream, Duo undid his pants and struggled to get them off without moving around on the bed too much, not wanting to do anything that might jar one of her injuries. He managed to get them to his knees then pitched forward, barely catching himself on his elbows. Hilde opened her eyes and looked into his slightly flushed face. She giggled. Duo glared at her. "Hey, I'm doing the best I can. Stop laughing at me!"
"But you look so funny," she protested between giggles.
Grumbling, Duo reached down and wretched the pants off. All this activity was certainly doing a number on his body; his briefs were damned confining, his erect sex uncomfortable being constrained. He shucked them off as well. Hilde giggled again. Duo resumed his kneeling position between her legs, putting his hands on his hips and glaring at her. "Hilde, I know I not any good at this, but it isn't funny."
Her giggles stifled. "I'm just nervous," she said, reaching down with a hand to touch her nails against his lean-muscled thigh. Startled, he jerked, and her hand came into contact with his jutting sex. He took in a breath and held it. "Doesn't look like you mind being laughed at a little." She ran the tips of her fingers up and down his length, and he closed his eyes and thought he would melt. "Duo," she said, "I was so scared. I thought I was going to die, that I wouldn't be able to get to you. Make me feel alive again, Duo."
More than ever, he wished he had read that damned book. Although how to make love to a woman with broken ribs was probably not in there... He cupped one of her breasts in his palm, touching the nipple with his thumb, watching the flesh pucker. Her fingertips created random patterns across his abdomen, dropping again to pluck at his manhood. He moaned with the touch, unconsciously kneading her breast in response. When did she figure out to do that? "I don't want to wait," she said, her voice all thready.
He wasn't sure how to go about this coupling. Having one disastrous experience with sex was not conducive to self-confidence. But she was so needy. He pulled her legs up, bracing them against his chest, only thinking that he wanted to do this with as little discomfort to her as possible. He rubbed against her, and almost stopped thinking. She was so wet. Steeling himself should he need to stop in a hurry, Duo carefully pushed into her.
She made a tiny noise again, almost a sigh. He watched her carefully, absently stroking his hands down her long smooth thighs. There was a sharp intake of breath. Was he hurting her? She's been hurt enough. I've hurt her enough... He started to pull away, but her legs bent and flexed around him, holding him tight (so tight) against her body. Gasping, Duo thrust once automatically, then held himself still when she seemed to flinch. "Hilde..."
Her eyes didn't open, but "don't stop," she murmured, reaching out and gripping her fingers against his ribs. Duo was torn between giving into what his body wanted to do and terror that he was hurting her again. He didn't think she could take his weight right now. Carefully he braced his arms by her shoulders, taking his weight on his palms. She moaned again as he adjusted his position, digging her nails into his skin. The slight pain felt...weirdly good. "Babe," he whispered hoarsely, hoping it was true, "I can quit."
She shook her head back and forth on the pillow.
"Don' wanna hurt you," he insisted, complete sentences suddenly beyond him.
"Then move," she growled. "Move, Duo. Inside me, please, just move."
He bent down to kiss her. He meant it to be a comforting brush of lips, but she opened her mouth and thrust her tongue against his and he forgot to straighten back up. When she latched onto his lower lip and sucked on it, he gasped against her face and, involuntarily, thrust again. "More," she moaned, "more."
Gently was his last conscious thought. Then he gave into her strange hunger, flexing his hips to make small, steady thrusts, moving his open mouth across her face. Hilde pressed her knees against the tops of his legs and folded her ankles behind his knees, making him groan with the increased pressure, making the struggle for control that much harder. It wasn't anything like last time but he wasn't thinking of last time because he could feel her breasts brush against his chest and her hands on his back clenching and unclenching at his braid and her leg rubbing up and down his and no it didn't hurt didn't hurt at all--
Then he gulped and almost closed his eyes because it felt so good, but if he closed his eyes he couldn't watch her and watching her as her head thrashed and strange gasps and moans came from her wide-open mouth was the most important thing in his entire life. There was a long shudder as her back arched and Hilde forgot to breathe, her face intent as she thrust her chin up, exposing the white throat. Duo lowered his head to nip at the base of her neck, making her shudder again, then lifted one hand to touch her cheek. "Hilde...?"
Under him, her lean body relaxed. Hilde blinked her fluttering lids open. "Ow," she remarked. She stared up at him with wide eyes.
"You okay?"
"Duo," she breathed, "that was it." She released her death-grip on his sides, put her arms overhead, and started to stretch. "Ow," she said again with a small grimace as she quickly brought her arms back down. "That's hard on the ribs." She shifted again, this time stretching out her legs, her thighs and calves brushing against his. It brought him out of his stupor as he suddenly became aware of a few things. Like the unsatisfied state of his own body...
So did she. Hilde grinned up at him. "Um...forget something, did you?"
"I was watching you," Duo told her. He went to one elbow, gently running his other hand down her throat, her breast, to the top of her bandaged ribs. He carefully put his arm behind her shoulders as he lowered himself to her, taking all of his weight on his forearm. Her small hands tangled in the loose hair next to his face. He could feel her breasts flatten against his chest, the nipples pressing into his skin, her soft lips traveling across his cheek. Finally closing his eyes he tucked his face against her neck, gently suckling and mouthing the flesh there, and began to move. He was already so close to the edge it only took a few thrusts. Before his senses blanked out he felt her tremble again, calling his name in low moans.
For long moments the only sounds were shuddering gasps as the two young lovers tried to pull air back into their lungs. Duo rolled to his side and started to gather Hilde in his arms, but settled for pressing close against her when she yipped. "Now I really can't move," she complained, but she didn't sound like she minded. "I'm all sweaty," she added in surprise.
"Me, too." Duo rested his hand on her lower abdomen and nuzzled against her ear. "I'm gonna have to wash my hair. You have any idea what kinda chore that is? You didn't even let me unbraid it first."
"I was in a hurry," she admitted, airily. There was a rumble. Duo hastily snatched his hand back from her stomach, but Hilde just grinned. "And I'm still hungry. Hungrier than ever, even."
Duo kissed her on the nose and stood up, stretching. He caught her staring at him and dropped his arms, flushing lightly. He grabbed the sheet, kicked to the foot of the bed during their coupling, and pulled it around her, tucking it carefully next her body. Before reaching for the thermos of soup, though, he sat on the bed, reaching one arm across her as he looked seriously into her eyes. "Hilde; why this, why now? It was such a disaster before, we weren't going to bother with it again."
"Oh, I think we know what we're doing now," said Hilde with that infectious grin of hers. "Besides," she dropped her eyes, "well, I talked to Relena when we were on the Libra together. And she, um, loaned me this book..."
Lemon Wing by RiikiTikiTavi (NC-17)
Moderator: Lauren
Lemon Wing by RiikiTikiTavi (NC-17)
BI''s resident Gundam mecha master and informant.
Romance fanfic rule #1: Canon couples always take priority over all others.
The three most hated words in all of television... To Be Continued.
Romance fanfic rule #1: Canon couples always take priority over all others.
The three most hated words in all of television... To Be Continued.
More of the same. This time it's Treize and Lady Une set early(?) in the series.
"This is a PWP request from Akeru. So it's HER fault! ;;^^"
Or so the author claims.
LEMON WING: Treize and Une
In the private bath of the leader of the Specials, Treize Khushrenada's personal aide moved efficiently. She had earlier prepared the bath according to His Excellency's precise instructions, then stood by the spa and listened attentively to his orders, responding precisely to his queries about the day's happenings around the world and in space. Lady Une demonstrated no sense of discomfort at being in this intimate atmosphere with her commander. It was as if she witnessed Kushrenada bathe on a regular basis.
And she does. Time is sparse, and work has to been done where ever it can be. Treize watched her through the cover of his long lashes. It was a trick he learned early in his life. His mother used to say it was a crime that a male had lashes that long. The shield they offered was a valuable asset when Treize was not sure he could control what was in his eyes. So he observed whilst appearing to be more than half-asleep, watching as Une glanced at her watch, pulled his robe into her hands, and came to stand behind him, ready to wrap him in the soft silk material as he emerged from the spa.
He wondered what Une's reaction would be if he grabbed her by the ankle and tugged her into the hot water.
But then, he was wondering very odd things about his efficient aide-de-camp lately. Like how long her hair was once released from the tight constraints of her severe braiding. Why she wore those face-concealing glasses when he knew from her official records that she had better-than-average eyesight.
Why her remarkable composure had slipped when he touched her hand, oh-so-briefly, during one of their consultations about the future of Earth and the colonies. It was just a tiny crack, her eyes darting to his grasping fingers before he released her, but the hint of unexpected vulnerability intrigued him. She understood what he wanted, although her ways were more blunt and direct than his own. The more he thought of it, however, the more Treize realized that he understood Lady Une very poorly. What was her goal in this? Was it simply power and advancement within OZ? How...common, he thought, aware of a tinge of disappointment. But then, why should I find fault with her for that? Am I not ambitious myself?
Power was petty, however, when compared to the ultimate goal, that of eternal, everlasting peace.
Lady Une gave his robe a small shake, a subtle reminder that his evening ritual was behind schedule. Instead of standing, however, he tilted his head back against the edge of the marbled spa, observing what he could of her face from the awkward position. There was no visible expression on Une's features apart from her usual one of impersonal competence. The outline of his nude body had to be easily viewed from her position. Perhaps more than an outline, he thought wryly but without embarrassment. One thing military schooling at a young age altered was antiquated ideas about personal modesty.
Yet--she blushed at a mere brush of the fingers. Gloved fingers, at that. He half-closed his eyes again, watching as she passively lowered the robe, awaiting his pleasure.
Pleasure.
It would please him, Treize decided, to see that delicate color finger across her pale cheeks again.
Meaning nothing more than to discomfort her, Treize said softly as he studied her through his lashes, "Lady--care to join me?"
Une dropped the robe.
Treize smirked slightly, opening his eyes so that he might witness the full glory of what would be, he was sure, a blush of memorable color and duration.
He promptly got the shock of his life.
Without hesitation, Une set first one, then the other, of her highly polished boots onto the first step of the spa. Startled, Treize sat up, his back slamming uncomfortably against the tile. Small waves started as Une continued to step down into the water. The final step was a big one, taking her in up to her thighs. She turned. Treize could not see her eyes behind the glasses, but there was no heightened color staining the pale skin as she stood between his knees. Her bearing remained strictly military, shoulders square and back straight.
From all appearances, she was awaiting further orders.
Treize blinked. I am far over-stepping my authority here. Taking advantage of a junior officer is a serious offence. There was a mental pause as his logical mind examined that statement. Did he plan on taking advantage of a junior officer? So far, it was just a mild joke gone slightly awry. Somehow, the dynamics of the situation had changed. Une stood passively in front of him, moisture wicking up her formal slacks, making the material cling to slender, shapely thighs. She's really -- very attractive. The forbidden thought did not shock him as it should have. It was not a new thought, he realized with brutal honestly, just one he had buried too deep to acknowledge.
The real question now was, how far did he want to take this? How far would she let him take it? He had already done enough to be written up on charges.
He did not want to undergo a court martial without seeing her eyes clearly. "Take off your glasses," he said, trying to make it a request rather than an order. Treize was unused to making requests, and the sentence came out harsher than most orders.
Une did not hesitate. Her slender fingers came up to either side of her face, tugging the concealing frames away. She folded the glasses up, tucked them inside her coat -- and continued to stand at military attention, silently, over him.
How far--? "Take your hair down," Treize commanded, this time succeeding in softening his voice even though his heart was beginning to pound hard in his chest.
The slim fingers went to the sides of her face again, this time plucking out hairpins expertly concealed within the honey-colored strands. Treize felt his body twitching as tightly-wound braids fell over her shoulders. Her hair was longer than he thought, well past her shoulders. She undid the ties at the end, unwinding and finger-combing the strands, and before his eyes her hair seemed to get even longer. The ties joined the glasses inside her jacket. Then, again, she stood over him, passively. Framed by the gentle waves of soft hair, the sharp features he was used to gentled. She was almost like another woman. She has eyes to drown in, die for--
How far--? "Lose the jacket." Treize could only speak in short, curt phrases. His throat was closing up with unexpected desire. A small fire was burning in the pit of his stomach, spreading with slow tendrils up his chest, down his thighs, just from imagining what those strands would feel like wrapped around one fist as he thrust into her--
Une did not linger over the jacket. There was nothing seductive in her movements as she efficiently unbuttoned the front and shrugged out of the close-fitted garment. She folded it over her arm, once, before setting it on the spa's lip.
How far--? Treize stood up. Only his military training kept him upright. His knees wanted to knock together, his thighs wanted to tremble. Not even a tremor betrayed the tumult of his body as he reached out with steady fingers to gently brush the tips through her soft hair. Une tilted her chin up, her clear eyes steady on his. Treize folded his hands around her slender neck, thumbs stroking against the sides of her throat.
He had one last command. "Lady, stop me."
Une smiled slightly at that, her expression as subtle and mysterious as that of the Mona Lisa's. "No," she said.
The single word sent a flare through his body that went from general warmth to specific heat centered in his groin. He slid one arm around her shoulders and lowered his mouth to her. She did not return the embrace, but she willingly opened her mouth when he lightly traced his tongue against her lips, seeking entrance. The soft linen shirt she still wore became a delicious torment against his bare skin, picking up the moisture from his body, rubbing with an erotic friction that further inflamed him.
His partner, however, was not participating. Une accepted the hands that moved in languid circles across her back, his deepening kisses, but made no move to return either form of caress. Treize pulled his mouth away, rested his forehead against hers as he fought to keep his breath even. How far--? "Lady...what do you want?"
"Whatever you want," Une answered promptly. "That's all I ever wanted, Excellency."
Her answer fired his imagination. Treize was flooded with visions: violent ones where he ripped off her remaining clothes and slammed into her, romantic ones where he scooped her up and carried her to bed where everything faded to black when he set her amidst rose-petal-strewn covers. A slippery spa was not the best place for force, he would end up falling and cracking his skull open (and serve you right, Khushrenada), while his body's untamed state made doing anything as strenuous as carting Une anywhere an absolute impossibility. No, it would have to be here, and 'here' called for --
Control. "I think you have too many clothes on. And I believe--" Treize glanced down, mouth quirked in amusement, "--yes, you are still wearing your boots. Boots are advanced level," he teased her, gently, but with a question under the words. "I think you are not 'advanced' yet, Lady."
At last, the long-awaited blush spread across her face. Une dropped her gaze, then her eyes widened at what she saw (definitely more than just her boots) and she ripped her face back up, resolutely staring him in the face even as the blush spilled over her cheeks and brushed down her neck.
Oh, God. That flush told him what he needed to know. He was already stimulated to a primal state of arousal, and he was going to have to be very, very careful not to hurt her. The challenge of containing his body further excited him. "Lady," he murmured against her ear. He drew the lobe into his mouth and sucked carefully.
For the first time Une's passivity wavered. One small hand barely touched his back as her head jerked in shock from the surprising sensation. Treize released her flesh with a gentle nip. He pressed his open mouth underneath her ear, licking and suckling down the column of her smooth neck until he reached the junction with her shoulder. He bit down gently, then blew across the small marks left by the bite as Une suddenly clutched at him, her head dropping back, her lovely soft hair falling over the arm he had wrapped around her waist to hold her up.
No one was holding him up, and it was increasingly difficult to stand. Treize sat back, taking Une's pliant form with him as he settled onto one of the spa's steps, his mouth nudging aside the cloth of her shirt as he continued to explore the creamy flesh. The water slapped noisily against the spa's walls, the sound erotically similar to the sounds of bodies coming together, making him moan softly. The linen shirt was completely water-logged with the latest maneuver. It was in the way, but as he pushed away enough to remove it from her he couldn't help but notice the interesting designs it made around her body, clinging to her breasts, the tails floating free as he tugged them out from her uniform slacks. He parted the shirt to stroke light touches around the edges of her bra, but left it on her. Une shifted across his thighs uncertainly, and Treize groaned out loud at the scrape of the material of her pants against his bare skin. "Mister Treize, what should I do?"
Again he had to ruthlessly repress images that threatened to overwhelm him. He propped his head back on the spa's lip so that he looked up into her face, and smiled at her. "Touch me."
She ran her eyes over the expanse of smooth muscled shoulders above the waterline, and the indistinct flesh under it, and seemed at a loss. "Where?"
"Any where," he purred, half-closing his eyes, feeling his urgency shift into sensual languor as Une's countenance became more curious than uncertain. "Just touch me, Lady."
Une's expression firmed. "Understood," she said, as if accepting an order. Treize's mouth quirked in amusement, then amusement fled and baser emotions took its place as Une touched him.
She did not, as he expected her to, run uncertain hands across his chest or trail curious fingertips up and down his arms. Une pushed her sopping sleeves over her elbows, then plunged her hands under the water's surface. Treize gasped as her fingers enclosed his sex with a firm grip. "Ah--Une--"
Une's brows pulled together in concentration as her slender hands tightened and released, stroked and paused. "Soft," she murmured in faint surprise, her fingers gently playing with the velvety skin covering his erection.
Hard and close to exploding... Treize folded his hand around hers, stilling her questing fingers briefly before carefully massaging them, showing her the pressure he liked, the way to tunnel her fingers to let him thrust loosely in her grasp. He sighed, moving slowly in her hands as she learned his male body, mimicking what he intended to do -- soon, soon -- inside her. He wanted to dig his hands into her soft hips and encase himself in her warm, wet clasp--except she still had her uniform trousers on and he was going to come in her hands if they didn't do something about access soon.
It was impossible to work her clothes off in the water. Treize hooked her underneath her thighs and lifted her to the edge of the spa. She shrugged out of her shirt and bra while he attacked clothing that was, at that moment, the most frustrating obstacle in his life. They were both laughing in soft pants by the time they worked her ruined boots and her clinging slacks off. Une wrapped her arms around his shoulders and started to lay back on the cold tile, but he resisted her grip even as his overheated imagination pictured her pinioned and squirming on the smooth surface. Another time, Khushrenada. Do this right and ensure that there will be other times... "I think this will be easier on you in the water, Lady."
For a moment she stared up at him blankly with passion-heavy eyes before some glimmer of understanding shot through her and she blushed again. Treize pulled her up and kissed the tip of her nose, enveloping her in his arms and easing her back into the water. They stood together in the thigh-deep spa, bodies aligned, his arousal pressed against her stomach and her hands moving in tight, nervous clutches against his back. Treize settled back onto the steps, pulling her astride his lap. She buried her face against his neck and trembled. Treize pressed his open mouth against the side of her neck, making soft little noises meant to comfort, as his hands slid down her spine, cupped her buttocks gently, then continued to trail down the backs of her thighs. One hand gripped her knee as his mouth caught at hers again, distracting Une while the other hand slipped up her leg then, gently, began to play with the folds of her body between her thighs. She gasped into his mouth as he carefully invaded her with his fingers, testing her sensitivity with repeated strokes of his thumb against her flesh.
Ah, she's tight--but if I'm careful I shouldn't hurt her much. He opened his mouth against hers, coaxing her tongue into a soft duel as his fingers pressed and stretched and his thumb gently rubbed. Une gasped suddenly, her fingers on his shoulders tightening, the nails digging into his skin as her body spasmed and pushed against him. Pleased, Treize pulled her leg around his waist and let go of her knee to support her back, feeling the internal shudders against his hand and watching the surprise on her face blend into ecstasy. When she slumped back, he let her dip until her hair trailed in the water and dropped his head to her chest, feeling the heat of her skin and the wild pounding of her heart. Once her breathing became steady intakes instead of ragged gasps, he nuzzled against the sensitive sides of her breasts, startling another gasp out of her before he sat up to observe what he had wrought. Her face and her body were totally yielding, her eyes closed, her expression dreamy. Treize pulled her back up, waiting until her eyes lazily opened and focused on his face. "Mmmm," she said.
"More?" he asked.
"There's more?" Une responded hazily, then suddenly realized what was poking her so firmly in the thigh. "Excellency! I'm sorry, that was completely selfish of me--"
Treize laughed at her earnest expression and raised a hand to caress her cheek. "Une, I don't think you need to call me 'Excellency' when we're like this. It pleased me to please you, Lady. If it was as much as you needed tonight, we can wait."
"Wait...?" His competent Une appeared unsure. Treize treasured the rare expression, although he felt unsure about where this was going himself.
"I don't want this to be just once, Une. Do you?"
"No," she whispered.
"Then we have time," Treize told her, relieved, even as he contemplated a very cold shower as soon as he got her settled in for the night.
Une locked her arms around him, threading fingers through his damp hair. "I don't want to wait any longer."
"Ah, Lady. There's so much I can show you first--"
"I don't want to wait," Une reiterated, this time in the stern voice he was used to hearing from her. And she kissed him with far more skill and daring than she had showed half-an-hour earlier, moving her hips against his as if seeking.
Moaning, Treize dropped his hands to the small of her back, pressing her forward. "Yes," he murmured, "take it, make it yours--"
"Ah!" Une gasped with the first shock of penetration. Treize grit his teeth, trying to hold still, but Une was now determined to have her way. She bore down with resolve, until Treize was fully hilted inside her and their bellies met and rubbed together. Then she stopped, trembling with the strain of what she was experiencing.
"Lady--oh, Lady." Treize shifted his hands to her hips, holding her close against him when the water tried to float her away. "Une, you're going to have to hold on tight."
Une again responded as if to an order, pressing her knees against his waist and twining her arms about his shoulders, locking their bodies together in the most intimate of embraces. Treize took control of their coupling, using his hard-gripping hands to move her hips against him faster and faster, whispering encouraging phrases in her ear to tell her how tight she was, how wet and hot, how good it felt. The tension spiraled out to a thin thread that finally snapped. Une screamed as she came this time, nails gouging into his back, but Treize's own shattering release prevented him from realizing his wounds for some time. He gasped out soft stuttered words as he fell over the edge. "Dear Lady-- dear love-- ah!"
Treize tried to make himself comfortable on the steps as Une sprawled boneless on top of him, listening to the water slap against the sides of the spa. "Lady," he finally said, "we have to get out of here before we both turn into prunes."
"Mr. Treize," Une said apologetically into his chest, "I don't think I can move."
"I don't think I can, either," Treize decided after a moment of consideration. He pulled her a little higher up on his chest, enough for a slow open-mouthed kiss that curled his toes. "Mmmm. I suppose we'll just slowly simmer to death in the spa, but right now I don't care much."
"Neither do I," Une admitted. Her words were uttered sleepily. She nestled into his arms, and soon was snorting delicate little snores against his skin. Sighing, Treize traced small patterns against her back and wondered where he was going to summon the strength to drag them both out of the spa and into the bedroom.
"This is a PWP request from Akeru. So it's HER fault! ;;^^"
Or so the author claims.
LEMON WING: Treize and Une
In the private bath of the leader of the Specials, Treize Khushrenada's personal aide moved efficiently. She had earlier prepared the bath according to His Excellency's precise instructions, then stood by the spa and listened attentively to his orders, responding precisely to his queries about the day's happenings around the world and in space. Lady Une demonstrated no sense of discomfort at being in this intimate atmosphere with her commander. It was as if she witnessed Kushrenada bathe on a regular basis.
And she does. Time is sparse, and work has to been done where ever it can be. Treize watched her through the cover of his long lashes. It was a trick he learned early in his life. His mother used to say it was a crime that a male had lashes that long. The shield they offered was a valuable asset when Treize was not sure he could control what was in his eyes. So he observed whilst appearing to be more than half-asleep, watching as Une glanced at her watch, pulled his robe into her hands, and came to stand behind him, ready to wrap him in the soft silk material as he emerged from the spa.
He wondered what Une's reaction would be if he grabbed her by the ankle and tugged her into the hot water.
But then, he was wondering very odd things about his efficient aide-de-camp lately. Like how long her hair was once released from the tight constraints of her severe braiding. Why she wore those face-concealing glasses when he knew from her official records that she had better-than-average eyesight.
Why her remarkable composure had slipped when he touched her hand, oh-so-briefly, during one of their consultations about the future of Earth and the colonies. It was just a tiny crack, her eyes darting to his grasping fingers before he released her, but the hint of unexpected vulnerability intrigued him. She understood what he wanted, although her ways were more blunt and direct than his own. The more he thought of it, however, the more Treize realized that he understood Lady Une very poorly. What was her goal in this? Was it simply power and advancement within OZ? How...common, he thought, aware of a tinge of disappointment. But then, why should I find fault with her for that? Am I not ambitious myself?
Power was petty, however, when compared to the ultimate goal, that of eternal, everlasting peace.
Lady Une gave his robe a small shake, a subtle reminder that his evening ritual was behind schedule. Instead of standing, however, he tilted his head back against the edge of the marbled spa, observing what he could of her face from the awkward position. There was no visible expression on Une's features apart from her usual one of impersonal competence. The outline of his nude body had to be easily viewed from her position. Perhaps more than an outline, he thought wryly but without embarrassment. One thing military schooling at a young age altered was antiquated ideas about personal modesty.
Yet--she blushed at a mere brush of the fingers. Gloved fingers, at that. He half-closed his eyes again, watching as she passively lowered the robe, awaiting his pleasure.
Pleasure.
It would please him, Treize decided, to see that delicate color finger across her pale cheeks again.
Meaning nothing more than to discomfort her, Treize said softly as he studied her through his lashes, "Lady--care to join me?"
Une dropped the robe.
Treize smirked slightly, opening his eyes so that he might witness the full glory of what would be, he was sure, a blush of memorable color and duration.
He promptly got the shock of his life.
Without hesitation, Une set first one, then the other, of her highly polished boots onto the first step of the spa. Startled, Treize sat up, his back slamming uncomfortably against the tile. Small waves started as Une continued to step down into the water. The final step was a big one, taking her in up to her thighs. She turned. Treize could not see her eyes behind the glasses, but there was no heightened color staining the pale skin as she stood between his knees. Her bearing remained strictly military, shoulders square and back straight.
From all appearances, she was awaiting further orders.
Treize blinked. I am far over-stepping my authority here. Taking advantage of a junior officer is a serious offence. There was a mental pause as his logical mind examined that statement. Did he plan on taking advantage of a junior officer? So far, it was just a mild joke gone slightly awry. Somehow, the dynamics of the situation had changed. Une stood passively in front of him, moisture wicking up her formal slacks, making the material cling to slender, shapely thighs. She's really -- very attractive. The forbidden thought did not shock him as it should have. It was not a new thought, he realized with brutal honestly, just one he had buried too deep to acknowledge.
The real question now was, how far did he want to take this? How far would she let him take it? He had already done enough to be written up on charges.
He did not want to undergo a court martial without seeing her eyes clearly. "Take off your glasses," he said, trying to make it a request rather than an order. Treize was unused to making requests, and the sentence came out harsher than most orders.
Une did not hesitate. Her slender fingers came up to either side of her face, tugging the concealing frames away. She folded the glasses up, tucked them inside her coat -- and continued to stand at military attention, silently, over him.
How far--? "Take your hair down," Treize commanded, this time succeeding in softening his voice even though his heart was beginning to pound hard in his chest.
The slim fingers went to the sides of her face again, this time plucking out hairpins expertly concealed within the honey-colored strands. Treize felt his body twitching as tightly-wound braids fell over her shoulders. Her hair was longer than he thought, well past her shoulders. She undid the ties at the end, unwinding and finger-combing the strands, and before his eyes her hair seemed to get even longer. The ties joined the glasses inside her jacket. Then, again, she stood over him, passively. Framed by the gentle waves of soft hair, the sharp features he was used to gentled. She was almost like another woman. She has eyes to drown in, die for--
How far--? "Lose the jacket." Treize could only speak in short, curt phrases. His throat was closing up with unexpected desire. A small fire was burning in the pit of his stomach, spreading with slow tendrils up his chest, down his thighs, just from imagining what those strands would feel like wrapped around one fist as he thrust into her--
Une did not linger over the jacket. There was nothing seductive in her movements as she efficiently unbuttoned the front and shrugged out of the close-fitted garment. She folded it over her arm, once, before setting it on the spa's lip.
How far--? Treize stood up. Only his military training kept him upright. His knees wanted to knock together, his thighs wanted to tremble. Not even a tremor betrayed the tumult of his body as he reached out with steady fingers to gently brush the tips through her soft hair. Une tilted her chin up, her clear eyes steady on his. Treize folded his hands around her slender neck, thumbs stroking against the sides of her throat.
He had one last command. "Lady, stop me."
Une smiled slightly at that, her expression as subtle and mysterious as that of the Mona Lisa's. "No," she said.
The single word sent a flare through his body that went from general warmth to specific heat centered in his groin. He slid one arm around her shoulders and lowered his mouth to her. She did not return the embrace, but she willingly opened her mouth when he lightly traced his tongue against her lips, seeking entrance. The soft linen shirt she still wore became a delicious torment against his bare skin, picking up the moisture from his body, rubbing with an erotic friction that further inflamed him.
His partner, however, was not participating. Une accepted the hands that moved in languid circles across her back, his deepening kisses, but made no move to return either form of caress. Treize pulled his mouth away, rested his forehead against hers as he fought to keep his breath even. How far--? "Lady...what do you want?"
"Whatever you want," Une answered promptly. "That's all I ever wanted, Excellency."
Her answer fired his imagination. Treize was flooded with visions: violent ones where he ripped off her remaining clothes and slammed into her, romantic ones where he scooped her up and carried her to bed where everything faded to black when he set her amidst rose-petal-strewn covers. A slippery spa was not the best place for force, he would end up falling and cracking his skull open (and serve you right, Khushrenada), while his body's untamed state made doing anything as strenuous as carting Une anywhere an absolute impossibility. No, it would have to be here, and 'here' called for --
Control. "I think you have too many clothes on. And I believe--" Treize glanced down, mouth quirked in amusement, "--yes, you are still wearing your boots. Boots are advanced level," he teased her, gently, but with a question under the words. "I think you are not 'advanced' yet, Lady."
At last, the long-awaited blush spread across her face. Une dropped her gaze, then her eyes widened at what she saw (definitely more than just her boots) and she ripped her face back up, resolutely staring him in the face even as the blush spilled over her cheeks and brushed down her neck.
Oh, God. That flush told him what he needed to know. He was already stimulated to a primal state of arousal, and he was going to have to be very, very careful not to hurt her. The challenge of containing his body further excited him. "Lady," he murmured against her ear. He drew the lobe into his mouth and sucked carefully.
For the first time Une's passivity wavered. One small hand barely touched his back as her head jerked in shock from the surprising sensation. Treize released her flesh with a gentle nip. He pressed his open mouth underneath her ear, licking and suckling down the column of her smooth neck until he reached the junction with her shoulder. He bit down gently, then blew across the small marks left by the bite as Une suddenly clutched at him, her head dropping back, her lovely soft hair falling over the arm he had wrapped around her waist to hold her up.
No one was holding him up, and it was increasingly difficult to stand. Treize sat back, taking Une's pliant form with him as he settled onto one of the spa's steps, his mouth nudging aside the cloth of her shirt as he continued to explore the creamy flesh. The water slapped noisily against the spa's walls, the sound erotically similar to the sounds of bodies coming together, making him moan softly. The linen shirt was completely water-logged with the latest maneuver. It was in the way, but as he pushed away enough to remove it from her he couldn't help but notice the interesting designs it made around her body, clinging to her breasts, the tails floating free as he tugged them out from her uniform slacks. He parted the shirt to stroke light touches around the edges of her bra, but left it on her. Une shifted across his thighs uncertainly, and Treize groaned out loud at the scrape of the material of her pants against his bare skin. "Mister Treize, what should I do?"
Again he had to ruthlessly repress images that threatened to overwhelm him. He propped his head back on the spa's lip so that he looked up into her face, and smiled at her. "Touch me."
She ran her eyes over the expanse of smooth muscled shoulders above the waterline, and the indistinct flesh under it, and seemed at a loss. "Where?"
"Any where," he purred, half-closing his eyes, feeling his urgency shift into sensual languor as Une's countenance became more curious than uncertain. "Just touch me, Lady."
Une's expression firmed. "Understood," she said, as if accepting an order. Treize's mouth quirked in amusement, then amusement fled and baser emotions took its place as Une touched him.
She did not, as he expected her to, run uncertain hands across his chest or trail curious fingertips up and down his arms. Une pushed her sopping sleeves over her elbows, then plunged her hands under the water's surface. Treize gasped as her fingers enclosed his sex with a firm grip. "Ah--Une--"
Une's brows pulled together in concentration as her slender hands tightened and released, stroked and paused. "Soft," she murmured in faint surprise, her fingers gently playing with the velvety skin covering his erection.
Hard and close to exploding... Treize folded his hand around hers, stilling her questing fingers briefly before carefully massaging them, showing her the pressure he liked, the way to tunnel her fingers to let him thrust loosely in her grasp. He sighed, moving slowly in her hands as she learned his male body, mimicking what he intended to do -- soon, soon -- inside her. He wanted to dig his hands into her soft hips and encase himself in her warm, wet clasp--except she still had her uniform trousers on and he was going to come in her hands if they didn't do something about access soon.
It was impossible to work her clothes off in the water. Treize hooked her underneath her thighs and lifted her to the edge of the spa. She shrugged out of her shirt and bra while he attacked clothing that was, at that moment, the most frustrating obstacle in his life. They were both laughing in soft pants by the time they worked her ruined boots and her clinging slacks off. Une wrapped her arms around his shoulders and started to lay back on the cold tile, but he resisted her grip even as his overheated imagination pictured her pinioned and squirming on the smooth surface. Another time, Khushrenada. Do this right and ensure that there will be other times... "I think this will be easier on you in the water, Lady."
For a moment she stared up at him blankly with passion-heavy eyes before some glimmer of understanding shot through her and she blushed again. Treize pulled her up and kissed the tip of her nose, enveloping her in his arms and easing her back into the water. They stood together in the thigh-deep spa, bodies aligned, his arousal pressed against her stomach and her hands moving in tight, nervous clutches against his back. Treize settled back onto the steps, pulling her astride his lap. She buried her face against his neck and trembled. Treize pressed his open mouth against the side of her neck, making soft little noises meant to comfort, as his hands slid down her spine, cupped her buttocks gently, then continued to trail down the backs of her thighs. One hand gripped her knee as his mouth caught at hers again, distracting Une while the other hand slipped up her leg then, gently, began to play with the folds of her body between her thighs. She gasped into his mouth as he carefully invaded her with his fingers, testing her sensitivity with repeated strokes of his thumb against her flesh.
Ah, she's tight--but if I'm careful I shouldn't hurt her much. He opened his mouth against hers, coaxing her tongue into a soft duel as his fingers pressed and stretched and his thumb gently rubbed. Une gasped suddenly, her fingers on his shoulders tightening, the nails digging into his skin as her body spasmed and pushed against him. Pleased, Treize pulled her leg around his waist and let go of her knee to support her back, feeling the internal shudders against his hand and watching the surprise on her face blend into ecstasy. When she slumped back, he let her dip until her hair trailed in the water and dropped his head to her chest, feeling the heat of her skin and the wild pounding of her heart. Once her breathing became steady intakes instead of ragged gasps, he nuzzled against the sensitive sides of her breasts, startling another gasp out of her before he sat up to observe what he had wrought. Her face and her body were totally yielding, her eyes closed, her expression dreamy. Treize pulled her back up, waiting until her eyes lazily opened and focused on his face. "Mmmm," she said.
"More?" he asked.
"There's more?" Une responded hazily, then suddenly realized what was poking her so firmly in the thigh. "Excellency! I'm sorry, that was completely selfish of me--"
Treize laughed at her earnest expression and raised a hand to caress her cheek. "Une, I don't think you need to call me 'Excellency' when we're like this. It pleased me to please you, Lady. If it was as much as you needed tonight, we can wait."
"Wait...?" His competent Une appeared unsure. Treize treasured the rare expression, although he felt unsure about where this was going himself.
"I don't want this to be just once, Une. Do you?"
"No," she whispered.
"Then we have time," Treize told her, relieved, even as he contemplated a very cold shower as soon as he got her settled in for the night.
Une locked her arms around him, threading fingers through his damp hair. "I don't want to wait any longer."
"Ah, Lady. There's so much I can show you first--"
"I don't want to wait," Une reiterated, this time in the stern voice he was used to hearing from her. And she kissed him with far more skill and daring than she had showed half-an-hour earlier, moving her hips against his as if seeking.
Moaning, Treize dropped his hands to the small of her back, pressing her forward. "Yes," he murmured, "take it, make it yours--"
"Ah!" Une gasped with the first shock of penetration. Treize grit his teeth, trying to hold still, but Une was now determined to have her way. She bore down with resolve, until Treize was fully hilted inside her and their bellies met and rubbed together. Then she stopped, trembling with the strain of what she was experiencing.
"Lady--oh, Lady." Treize shifted his hands to her hips, holding her close against him when the water tried to float her away. "Une, you're going to have to hold on tight."
Une again responded as if to an order, pressing her knees against his waist and twining her arms about his shoulders, locking their bodies together in the most intimate of embraces. Treize took control of their coupling, using his hard-gripping hands to move her hips against him faster and faster, whispering encouraging phrases in her ear to tell her how tight she was, how wet and hot, how good it felt. The tension spiraled out to a thin thread that finally snapped. Une screamed as she came this time, nails gouging into his back, but Treize's own shattering release prevented him from realizing his wounds for some time. He gasped out soft stuttered words as he fell over the edge. "Dear Lady-- dear love-- ah!"
Treize tried to make himself comfortable on the steps as Une sprawled boneless on top of him, listening to the water slap against the sides of the spa. "Lady," he finally said, "we have to get out of here before we both turn into prunes."
"Mr. Treize," Une said apologetically into his chest, "I don't think I can move."
"I don't think I can, either," Treize decided after a moment of consideration. He pulled her a little higher up on his chest, enough for a slow open-mouthed kiss that curled his toes. "Mmmm. I suppose we'll just slowly simmer to death in the spa, but right now I don't care much."
"Neither do I," Une admitted. Her words were uttered sleepily. She nestled into his arms, and soon was snorting delicate little snores against his skin. Sighing, Treize traced small patterns against her back and wondered where he was going to summon the strength to drag them both out of the spa and into the bedroom.
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The three most hated words in all of television... To Be Continued.
Romance fanfic rule #1: Canon couples always take priority over all others.
The three most hated words in all of television... To Be Continued.
And finally (for this subforum) Zechs and Noin. You may want to read the Heero and Relena story first as this one takes place at the same place and time.
LEMON WING: Zechs and Noin
"Completely Satisfied"
It was an evening out of an old-fashioned romance novel. Hazy moonlight filtered through the overcast skies, giving the night a mysterious aura. Occasionally the moonlight would break through, casting silver shadows through the sky, gilding the bay that fronted the palace. It was a spectacular view.
Zechs Marquise stepped out onto the balcony of his childhood home to survey the vista, one turbulent times kept him from often witnessing. He leaned against the railing, his mind momentarily quiet and at peace. It had been a long time since he had been on Earth, longer still since he last visited his homeland. While Zechs was his preferred name, he had been born Milliardo Peacecraft. Once upon a time, as they said in fairy tales, he had been the gifted heir to a magical kingdom. As far as the world was concerned, though, the prince was dead, killed in the climatic battle to end all battles during the war. Even if he could retake the name of Peacecraft, there was little point to doing so. The Sank Kingdom was no more. His sister Relena had abolished all national borders starting with her own, creating an unprecedented political unity that included not only all the former nations of this planet, but all the colonies of outer space. Not bad, Zechs reflected wryly, for a slip of a girl who had yet to see eighteen.
Even that was changing. The golden girl who insisted on unconditional peace was about to become an adult. His little sister's eighteen birthday would be celebrated the next day -- correction, though Zechs as a distant church bell within the nearby town chimed midnight, later today. Dignitaries from all over the world, representatives from the colonies, and several of the Gundam pilots would be in attendance. Watching as clouds shrouded the moon and only hazy light illuminated the palace grounds, Zechs tried to remember the toddler he had played with in the gardens below. Every memory, however, was overlaid with images of the woman Relena had become, a woman who was a political force before she was old enough to personally vote. The former Queen of the world would probably be President in a couple of decades, Zechs thought idly. There were already rumors indicating her position of Vice-Minister would soon be upgraded to Minister.
Then the moonlight broke through and Zechs saw out of the corner of his eye a glimpse of movement that didn't belong there. Without any outward alteration in his demeanor, Zechs automatically switched from passive observation of the scenery to full-fledged military alert. Framed against the stark white of the palace's outer retaining wall, a dark-clad figure lowered itself. The figure released its harness from what seemed like too high a height. Zechs relaxed, thinking the intruder had just fatally miscalculated and that the most he would have to do was inform the butler, Pargon, that there was a mess in the garden to clean up before the morrow's festivities. When the figure landed easily on bended knee instead of breaking both legs in the fall, however, Zechs knew exactly who had invaded the stronghold of the former Sank Kingdom.
Heero Yuy.
Enchanced human. Gundam pilot. Revolutionary. Assassin. Rival.
The young man who was as obsessed with Relena as Relena was with him.
Here at an ungodly hour. And, with no wars and no current crisis to endanger Relena, there was only one possible reason, thought Zechs, for the post-midnight excursion.
The moon chose that moment to become enshrouded again, and darkness once more covered the palace gardens.
Telling himself that hyperventilating was not an option, Zechs considered what steps he should take. Vaulting over the balcony's edge to confront the horny little brat was his first thought, but a cool glance down at the distant ground dissuaded him. He was no Heero Yuy, which meant such a leap would maim him at best. There was a sidearm in his luggage, if he could get to it. Relena had upbraided him mightily for bringing it here, saying with that cold biting sarcasm that would surprise many of her political allies, "I hope you have a more appropriate birthday present than that thing."
Actually, he did. Workers from the new Mars terraforming project, who credited Relena with the universal peace enjoyed by the United Earth Nation, had painstakingly crafted delicate filigree earrings and a necklace made of soft Martian platinum for the former Queen of the World. Zechs was going to present the gift to her with the thanks of the settlement. Assuming, of course, thought Zechs as he cast another considering glance toward the ground, he managed to survive the night in one piece.
The little brat's reached the maze in the garden. He'll see me in another second. What should I do?
Zechs found he wasn't feeling very peaceful.
"Zechs, are you planning on air-conditioning the entire Adriatic coast?"
"I'm coming, Noin," he answered automatically as his mind seethed with plans and counter-plans, most of which still involved a suicidal leap onto the marbled terrace several stories below in order to cut Yuy off before he got one step closer to Zechs' little sister. "I just wanted to look at the sea in the moonlight."
Noin's response was dry. "You've been out so long I thought you were drinking in the ocean rather than the scenery."
Blast it. Scowling, Zechs turned back into the suite's bedroom. Looking up from the paperback novel she was reading, his wife smiled at him from the bed. Crossly, Zechs glanced at the novel's lurid cover and snapped out the first thing that came into his mind. "How can you read those things?"
"Maybe they give me ideas." Noin made a small moue at the book. "Not this one, though. Heroine's much too passive and ... girly. I really don't care for the squeally virginal type." She flipped through the rest of the book. A faint grin ticked up the corner of her mouth. "This must be a favorite of your sister's , though. There are about a dozen dog-eared pages here." A low chuckle came out as she turned the book sideways. "And comments! 'Wait for it.' Oh, that's funny! It's the whole deflowering scene, too. Someone's doing some research--"
Scowling, Zechs snatched up the book and glared at the harsh strokes in the book's margin. "That's not Relena's writing." He threw the romance novel down on the covers and spun, heading back for the open door to the balcony.
"Well, then I'd say Pargon has probably waited a little too long," was Noin's light response. "He needs to stop taking notes and act."
Zechs' hand closed on the door frame with so much violence he nearly broke several fingers. He paused, trying to take a calming breath before heading back out into the cloud-shrouded night and screaming at a certain spiky-haired pilot that he had better have his Gundam handy because he was going to need it--
Strong fingers caught at his. "Zechs, what is the problem? You went out to look at the bay, and you came back in breathing fire. I thought moonlight vistas were supposed to be relaxing."
Caught. He tipped his head forward, trying to use the fall of his long hair as a shield, but Noin was very familiar with the tactic. Reaching out, she tucked his hair behind his ear as she stared at his grim profile. "Spill," she said, sternly.
"Yuy's here," he said, tersely.
"Well, of course he is," replied Noin reasonably. "Relena's big bash is tomorrow. He comes and goes, but he always shows up for important--"
"Yuy," bit out Zechs, "is skulking around the gardens, in black no less, heading for Relena's quarters. Relena's private quarters."
There was a moment of stark silence from his spouse.
Noin began to chuckle. Then she howled uncontrollably. Turning to glare at her, Zechs saw her rubbing her fingers under her eyes, dashing away tears as she wheezed, trying to contain her amusement. "Zechs," she finally managed, "you -- you're -- you're doing the big brother thing, aren't you?"
Zechs glowered at her. "I don't know what you mean," he said, stiffly.
"Oh, y'know: Hopelessly over-protective, over-reactive. The thing."
"Relena's a very important person. She's possibly the most important person in the entire United Earth Nation. It's my duty to protect her."
"From Heero?"
Zechs frowned out the door. "Especially from Heero."
"Zechs. Look at me." She had to repeat herself before he could rip his gaze away from the outside. Noin held her arms out to the side and turned slowly. "Now. What do you see?"
"My wife," replied Zechs after an irritated, cursory glance. His hand tightened on the door that led out to the balcony.
Reaching past him, Noin grabbed his wrist and slammed the door closed. She leaned with her back against the door, smiling up into his surprised face. "Let's try that again," she suggested. "No, leave the door alone. Follow me." Protesting, Zechs was tugged back toward the bed. Noin released his hand and crawled onto the bed, flipping over onto her back as Zechs rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet and wondered if he could make it back to the balcony before she tackled him. She was an exceptional hand-to-hand fighter, and excelled at take-downs...
"You still aren't looking at me," chided Noin. "I went to some trouble tonight, Zechs."
Irritated, Zechs glanced at her prone form on the bed -- and froze. She was in mid-stretch, her hands laced high over her head, her back arched off the bed. He became searingly aware of what she was wearing, a thin-strapped nightgown, dark blue. The bodice cupped her breasts, while the long skirt, slit to the thigh, fell askew as her feet and legs shifted. It wasn't transparent, exactly, but the blue darkened over her nipples and across the juncture of her thighs.
Well aware of his sudden focus, Noin lowered her arms, smiling at him enticingly. "The things we women have to do to keep our husbands' attention," she murmured, the tone so seductive that he didn't immediately catch the words. "That's the part Relena should be warned about before she gets too involved." As what she said registered, Zechs winced and stepped back from the bed warily. Noin sighed and sat up. "Zechs, as of a few minutes ago, your baby sister, Vice-Minister, world leader and former ruler of the Sank Kingdom, is also a legal adult. You should be impressed that they waited so long. We didn't."
"He's not going anywhere until security is assured," Zechs said automatically, then cursed himself. Noin was also a solider. She would immediately know what 'security' required.
"You mean he's probably standing under the balcony waiting for the lights to go out?" Noin sounded exasperated. "Zechs. Turn the damn lights off."
"But--"
She glared at him for a full minute before her expression softened slightly. "Zechs. You don't need to protect her from him. In fact, you'll never have to worry about leaving her alone on Earth again. So. Turn off the lights and --" she patted the empty space next to her with a wicked grin, "--let me distract you."
"If he hurts her..."
"Was your first time that traumatic?"
He stared at her in surprise before his mouth twisted up at a corner. "Um," he started. Faint color brushed across his cheeks. "No," he finally said. "I mean, it was awkward, I kept getting my knees in the wrong places and nearly cracked my teeth because I didn't know how to kiss but... no. Was yours?"
"Apart from the cracked teeth, no."
Zechs looked mortified.
"Idiot," said Noin with a grin.
Resting one knee on the bed, Zechs leaned over her and nestled his head against her shoulder, slowly inhaling the scent of her. "I'm sorry I hurt you," he finally whispered.
Noin did not pretend they were still talking about dental work. "I don't remember it hurting," she said absently, as if the memories were so long ago they were hard to bring back. She raised her hand to the back of her husband's head and touched his lustrous hair. "Maybe it took me a while to figure out what all the shouting was about, but I got there eventually," she added, her quiet voice still distant.
Zechs softly pressed his lips against the smooth skin of her neck in mute apology.
"Zechs, we were fifteen and barely had a clue. We didn't plan on anything happening, it just happened, so everything was bound to be a bit awkward for a while. Heck, I didn't even know what you looked like under that mask of yours." She began to run the tips of her fingers through his thick, long hair. "What a pleasant surprise that was," she said gently. Zechs exhaled softly in amusement, his eyes half closing. He liked having his hair stroked, especially if it was Noin doing the stroking. "I'm sure Heero has every thing planned out," Noin continued. "He's like that. He probably has handcuffs in his back pocket just in case Relena's into bondage."
This time Zechs' exhale was louder, very close to a snort. "Thank you. That really puts my mind at ease."
"Idiot," Noin said again, smiling softly. She delicately ran her fingers under his thick fall of hair, smoothing the fine white-blond hair at the nape of his neck, gently kneading his sensitive skin through the strands. "She just needs the human contact. We all do. Even Heero. Would it be such a bad thing if they found that with each other?"
No, it wouldn't. He couldn't say that out loud. He always had a problem admitting he was wrong.
She knew that, too. "Zechs, turn off the lights and let the poor boy go on his way."
"You don't want to do it with the lights on?"
"Zechs." It was a warning, fraught with implicit threats of sleeping on the divan for a month. And since the crude terraforming settlement on Mars didn't include things like 'divans,' in this case it meant sleeping like a beggar on the hard-packed red dirt outside their door, ignoring sniggers as his fellow pioneers stepped over him.
Grumbling, Zechs vacated his comfortable position with reluctance, switching off the overhead light. He returned to bed less inclined to cuddle, sliding in with his back to Noin as his strategist's mind seethed with plans and counter-plans. Relena's bedroom wasn't very far, but the labyrinth of corridors between where he was and where his defenseless sister slept meant it would be ten minutes before he got anywhere near her. A determined Heero Yuy could get very far in ten minutes. Especially if Relena's willing -- and, face it, she probably is...
"Zechs."
All the warning he had was the fleeting touch of her fingers against his cloth-enclosed hip before Noin's body plastered flat against him, her breasts flattening against his bare back, her palm stroking down and back up his thigh. "Really," she said into his ear, the warm breath brushing against the sensitive skin there. "I put on the nightie, I'm wearing that perfume you got me in Paris--"
"I noticed," he protested, although truly what he perceived was the warm spicy scent of her rather than the subtle scent that overlaid it.
"What more does a poor ex-soldier have to do to get your attention?" She pulled her hand up, across his washboard stomach, taking advantage of his in-drawn breath to slip her fingers under the waistband of his pajama bottoms. "Hmmm...well, some part of you has been paying attention."
Briefly he covered her hand with his, pressing her fingers against his abdomen before turning to face her. His mind was a strange seething mess as he worried about Relena and mentally cursed Yuy and wondered, wondered, wondered-- "Noin--" He hesitated, not sure how to ask what he wanted to ask without being totally crass before half-stuttering like the school-boy he had been the first time he touched her, "How...how long before...?"
Again, Noin understood precisely what he was asking. "Vienna. You remember? Treize was starting to groom you for a command in the Specials, and he sent us to the Alliance training conference there. I think we just stopped trying so hard. Or," she added with humor, "maybe it was the wine. I never had wine before. One glass got me very relaxed..."
"That long?" Zechs was appalled. Their first time had been awkward and strange, but he had enjoyed it, as he enjoyed subsequent encounters. Casting his mind back and trying to dredge up old calendars, he thought that Vienna was a good six months after they first became lovers. Maybe longer. A very long time to wait for satisfaction... "I'm so sorry." He reached for her, feeling the familiar warmth and weight of her press against his body as he wrapped his arms around her and settled his chin on top of her head.
"Idiot," murmured Noin for the third time, her breath warm against his throat. He felt the touch of her hand, curving around his side and resting comfortably against the small of his back. She shifted her head, her hair tickling against his chin as she placed a warm soft kiss on his throat. "It takes a while for women, sometimes," she said, absently, against his skin. Her moving lips sent a familiar shiver through him. "And we were young." He felt a smile curve her full mouth. "I was probably just too immature at first. You grew almost a foot in the next year." One of her knees flexed, sliding between his, shifting up until her firm thigh pressed lightly in the juncture where his legs joined his body. "Not just in height," she added, and he heard the intimate humor in her husky voice.
He was already aching for her. His male body had twitched into awareness when she made that cat-like stretch across the covers, had hardened further as she trailed fingers along his thigh. She moved her knee back and forth, gently chaffing him through the thin cloth. He put one hand on her hip, stilling her, ducking his head and catching her mouth, kissing her softly and deeply. "Let's do it again," he said huskily. "Let me do it right."
"Turn back the clock?" Noin asked thoughtfully. "You would have to start acting all prissy and I would have to try to put you in your place by tickling you..." Her voice trailed off. "Come to think of it, you ARE acting all prissy." She raised one foot in what appeared to be a caress along his calf, but he knew where she was heading and tried to flex his leg out of the way. "Uh-huh, Zechs..." He was too tangled up with her to dodge effectively, and could do little more than yelp in protest when she wriggled her toes against the hollow behind his knee. "Oh, no," said Noin, her mouth near his ear again as he squirmed, half-laughing under the unexpected assault as her fingers joined in, twirling against his armpits. "I wouldn't change what happened for anything, Zechs. I like being all grown up."
He finally managed to successfully grab her wrists and pin her hands out to the side before using his knees to hold her thighs apart, ending her attack. A sliver of pale moonlight gilded across her face, highlighting the mock pout before an utter darkness fell once more. Fleetingly he wished again that the lights were on before dropping his parted lips to hers and taking the first of her soft moans inside his own mouth. The smooth silk of her gown was torment against his skin. "Lucrezia," he whispered, "this thing's pretty, it matches your eyes, but I want to kiss you everywhere, everywhere, it's in the way--"
"Tear it," Noin whispered back.
He caught his breath, closing his eyes and letting erotic images play across his mind before he shifted his weight to his knees, releasing her arms to set his fingers in the cleft between her breasts, hooking the soft material there. For a moment he smoothed the silky material between forefinger and thumb, feeling the even fall and rise of Noin's chest as she breathed softly. Then he gripped the material hard and pulled sharply in opposite directions. There was a pause as the material resisted, followed by a sharp tearing noise as it gave and Noin was bared to the waist. Groaning, Zechs lowered his head to her breasts, nipping and mouthing gently before covering one nipple and suckling hard. Noin's hands clenched against his shoulders. "Yes," she said softly. "Yes..."
He released her breast with an open kiss against her taut nipple, then lapped once at the sensitive underside, making Noin gasp out loud. He turned his head against her chest, listening to the quickening heartbeat as his hands found the torn edges of her gown and pulled again, ripping it completely to the slit high on her thigh. He smoothed the material to either side of her body. She caught at his long hair, urging his head back down. Obediently he lowered it, dropping moist kisses against her stomach, trailing his tongue against her prominent hipbone, slipping his body down and delicately biting her thigh. She raised one leg, hooking his shoulder and urging him toward the center of her body. He smiled against her smooth flesh and raised his head to lap and suckle at her with soft slurping noises. Gasping, Noin caught his head between her strong hands and held him against her, slinging both legs over his broad shoulders as she writhed under his ministrations.
Feeling her crest brought another smile. Shaking his head to loosen her grip, Zechs rose over her and pressed his tongue into her open mouth even as he carefully pressed his body into the tight wet warmth of hers. Moaning, she sucked on his tongue and tried to move against him. Pulling his head away, he grabbed her wrists again, entwining his fingers with hers and holding her arms out to the side.
He held her hands firmly and used his superior weight to control her hips, and soon her half-hearted struggles ceased. She lay quietly, panting lightly, as his fingers grasped and massaged hers. "Brute strength. No fair."
"You're always using leverage on me," he reminded her.
Noin smiled, a mere shadow against her face in the dark. "Have something in mind?"
"Maybe." He leaned over her, the thick curtain of hair falling over his shoulders, spilling across her neck, brushing against her breasts. "I think," he purred, "I have to make up for those months before Vienna, no?"
Noin chuckled deep in her chest, which tightened her body around his and sorely tested his self-control. "Not really, but if you think you must, I'm not going to argue."
"Smart," he said severely, leaning into her with a slow rock of his hips. Lowering his mouth until his lips just brushed against hers, he whispered, "I'll have to find something else for you to do with that mouth of yours."
Demonstrating she had a few ideas of her own, Noin lifted her head and locked her mouth to his, flicking her tongue against his lips when he closed them teasingly. Zechs turned his head as she tried to catch his lower lip between hers. "No. You take." He slowly withdrew from her, then slowly push back in. "Take all of me," he said hoarsely. Noin's head dropped back, her neck arching, as he languidly repeated the movement. "Take my body." Again. "Take my heart." Again. Her head tossed to the side, eyes closed, panting. "My love, Noin." He could feel her yielding under him, melting, close-- "Take my love. All of it."
Her fingers gripped his hard as her breath came in soft rhythmic gasps. He held himself taut as her body spasmed around him, trying to draw him with her -- not yet, not yet -- her slick stomach rubbing against him and her slim legs twisting around his hips. Gradually she stilled. He could just see the glint of her half-closed eyes as she gazed up at him. "Nice," she managed. "I think you have something else for me, though."
He let go of her hands, feeling her arms go around his back as she tugged him down. He opened his mouth against hers, finally letting Noin kiss him deeply. "I have everything for you, Noin," he said, when he could. "My whole life -- OOF!"
There was a disorienting twisting sensation. Zechs found himself on his back, Noin grinning down at him in triumph. "Leverage," he complained lightly. "No fair."
"I love you, too," Noin said as her hands kneaded and molded the hard, sweat-slick muscles of his chest, "and you're being very sweet, but, dammit, I don't want you all remorseful and gentle at the moment, okay? Save it for when you forget our anniversary or something."
After a couple of startled blinks, a low laugh rumbled out of Zechs. "Okay," he agreed.
"Good boy," said Noin, tucking her knees next to his hips and squeezing. "Just lie there and let me do all the work this time."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, meekly, as she began to slide back and forth, up and down. And although he let her do most of the work, Zechs was not a passive person and soon had his hands on her thighs, her breasts, between their bodies, teasing and touching and pinching and stroking as she moved over him, faster and harder, until her body clamped around his and she threw her head back, as he grabbed her arms at the elbows and drove up into her, shuddering and panting in time with her, in her--
Holding her as close as he could, Zechs rolled over with Noin in his arms, his mouth open against her shoulder as he lightly sampled the salt taste of her skin. Noin stroked his hair and the nape of his neck again, making him stretch and purr like a contented big cat. "Feeling better about Relena and Heero?" she asked.
"Who?" responded Zechs lazily.
He felt her smile as she pressed a light kiss against his sweaty temple. "You were very sweet when we were kids," Noin said in soft reflection. "I may not have understood what all the excitement was about right away, but I liked watching your face." Her fingertips lightly traced his cheekbones. "It's such a nice face."
"All the more reason for us to leave the lights on."
A dull sounding "thwack" echoed through the dark room.
"Ouch," commented Zechs, although he sounded like he was laughing.
LEMON WING: Zechs and Noin
"Completely Satisfied"
It was an evening out of an old-fashioned romance novel. Hazy moonlight filtered through the overcast skies, giving the night a mysterious aura. Occasionally the moonlight would break through, casting silver shadows through the sky, gilding the bay that fronted the palace. It was a spectacular view.
Zechs Marquise stepped out onto the balcony of his childhood home to survey the vista, one turbulent times kept him from often witnessing. He leaned against the railing, his mind momentarily quiet and at peace. It had been a long time since he had been on Earth, longer still since he last visited his homeland. While Zechs was his preferred name, he had been born Milliardo Peacecraft. Once upon a time, as they said in fairy tales, he had been the gifted heir to a magical kingdom. As far as the world was concerned, though, the prince was dead, killed in the climatic battle to end all battles during the war. Even if he could retake the name of Peacecraft, there was little point to doing so. The Sank Kingdom was no more. His sister Relena had abolished all national borders starting with her own, creating an unprecedented political unity that included not only all the former nations of this planet, but all the colonies of outer space. Not bad, Zechs reflected wryly, for a slip of a girl who had yet to see eighteen.
Even that was changing. The golden girl who insisted on unconditional peace was about to become an adult. His little sister's eighteen birthday would be celebrated the next day -- correction, though Zechs as a distant church bell within the nearby town chimed midnight, later today. Dignitaries from all over the world, representatives from the colonies, and several of the Gundam pilots would be in attendance. Watching as clouds shrouded the moon and only hazy light illuminated the palace grounds, Zechs tried to remember the toddler he had played with in the gardens below. Every memory, however, was overlaid with images of the woman Relena had become, a woman who was a political force before she was old enough to personally vote. The former Queen of the world would probably be President in a couple of decades, Zechs thought idly. There were already rumors indicating her position of Vice-Minister would soon be upgraded to Minister.
Then the moonlight broke through and Zechs saw out of the corner of his eye a glimpse of movement that didn't belong there. Without any outward alteration in his demeanor, Zechs automatically switched from passive observation of the scenery to full-fledged military alert. Framed against the stark white of the palace's outer retaining wall, a dark-clad figure lowered itself. The figure released its harness from what seemed like too high a height. Zechs relaxed, thinking the intruder had just fatally miscalculated and that the most he would have to do was inform the butler, Pargon, that there was a mess in the garden to clean up before the morrow's festivities. When the figure landed easily on bended knee instead of breaking both legs in the fall, however, Zechs knew exactly who had invaded the stronghold of the former Sank Kingdom.
Heero Yuy.
Enchanced human. Gundam pilot. Revolutionary. Assassin. Rival.
The young man who was as obsessed with Relena as Relena was with him.
Here at an ungodly hour. And, with no wars and no current crisis to endanger Relena, there was only one possible reason, thought Zechs, for the post-midnight excursion.
The moon chose that moment to become enshrouded again, and darkness once more covered the palace gardens.
Telling himself that hyperventilating was not an option, Zechs considered what steps he should take. Vaulting over the balcony's edge to confront the horny little brat was his first thought, but a cool glance down at the distant ground dissuaded him. He was no Heero Yuy, which meant such a leap would maim him at best. There was a sidearm in his luggage, if he could get to it. Relena had upbraided him mightily for bringing it here, saying with that cold biting sarcasm that would surprise many of her political allies, "I hope you have a more appropriate birthday present than that thing."
Actually, he did. Workers from the new Mars terraforming project, who credited Relena with the universal peace enjoyed by the United Earth Nation, had painstakingly crafted delicate filigree earrings and a necklace made of soft Martian platinum for the former Queen of the World. Zechs was going to present the gift to her with the thanks of the settlement. Assuming, of course, thought Zechs as he cast another considering glance toward the ground, he managed to survive the night in one piece.
The little brat's reached the maze in the garden. He'll see me in another second. What should I do?
Zechs found he wasn't feeling very peaceful.
"Zechs, are you planning on air-conditioning the entire Adriatic coast?"
"I'm coming, Noin," he answered automatically as his mind seethed with plans and counter-plans, most of which still involved a suicidal leap onto the marbled terrace several stories below in order to cut Yuy off before he got one step closer to Zechs' little sister. "I just wanted to look at the sea in the moonlight."
Noin's response was dry. "You've been out so long I thought you were drinking in the ocean rather than the scenery."
Blast it. Scowling, Zechs turned back into the suite's bedroom. Looking up from the paperback novel she was reading, his wife smiled at him from the bed. Crossly, Zechs glanced at the novel's lurid cover and snapped out the first thing that came into his mind. "How can you read those things?"
"Maybe they give me ideas." Noin made a small moue at the book. "Not this one, though. Heroine's much too passive and ... girly. I really don't care for the squeally virginal type." She flipped through the rest of the book. A faint grin ticked up the corner of her mouth. "This must be a favorite of your sister's , though. There are about a dozen dog-eared pages here." A low chuckle came out as she turned the book sideways. "And comments! 'Wait for it.' Oh, that's funny! It's the whole deflowering scene, too. Someone's doing some research--"
Scowling, Zechs snatched up the book and glared at the harsh strokes in the book's margin. "That's not Relena's writing." He threw the romance novel down on the covers and spun, heading back for the open door to the balcony.
"Well, then I'd say Pargon has probably waited a little too long," was Noin's light response. "He needs to stop taking notes and act."
Zechs' hand closed on the door frame with so much violence he nearly broke several fingers. He paused, trying to take a calming breath before heading back out into the cloud-shrouded night and screaming at a certain spiky-haired pilot that he had better have his Gundam handy because he was going to need it--
Strong fingers caught at his. "Zechs, what is the problem? You went out to look at the bay, and you came back in breathing fire. I thought moonlight vistas were supposed to be relaxing."
Caught. He tipped his head forward, trying to use the fall of his long hair as a shield, but Noin was very familiar with the tactic. Reaching out, she tucked his hair behind his ear as she stared at his grim profile. "Spill," she said, sternly.
"Yuy's here," he said, tersely.
"Well, of course he is," replied Noin reasonably. "Relena's big bash is tomorrow. He comes and goes, but he always shows up for important--"
"Yuy," bit out Zechs, "is skulking around the gardens, in black no less, heading for Relena's quarters. Relena's private quarters."
There was a moment of stark silence from his spouse.
Noin began to chuckle. Then she howled uncontrollably. Turning to glare at her, Zechs saw her rubbing her fingers under her eyes, dashing away tears as she wheezed, trying to contain her amusement. "Zechs," she finally managed, "you -- you're -- you're doing the big brother thing, aren't you?"
Zechs glowered at her. "I don't know what you mean," he said, stiffly.
"Oh, y'know: Hopelessly over-protective, over-reactive. The thing."
"Relena's a very important person. She's possibly the most important person in the entire United Earth Nation. It's my duty to protect her."
"From Heero?"
Zechs frowned out the door. "Especially from Heero."
"Zechs. Look at me." She had to repeat herself before he could rip his gaze away from the outside. Noin held her arms out to the side and turned slowly. "Now. What do you see?"
"My wife," replied Zechs after an irritated, cursory glance. His hand tightened on the door that led out to the balcony.
Reaching past him, Noin grabbed his wrist and slammed the door closed. She leaned with her back against the door, smiling up into his surprised face. "Let's try that again," she suggested. "No, leave the door alone. Follow me." Protesting, Zechs was tugged back toward the bed. Noin released his hand and crawled onto the bed, flipping over onto her back as Zechs rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet and wondered if he could make it back to the balcony before she tackled him. She was an exceptional hand-to-hand fighter, and excelled at take-downs...
"You still aren't looking at me," chided Noin. "I went to some trouble tonight, Zechs."
Irritated, Zechs glanced at her prone form on the bed -- and froze. She was in mid-stretch, her hands laced high over her head, her back arched off the bed. He became searingly aware of what she was wearing, a thin-strapped nightgown, dark blue. The bodice cupped her breasts, while the long skirt, slit to the thigh, fell askew as her feet and legs shifted. It wasn't transparent, exactly, but the blue darkened over her nipples and across the juncture of her thighs.
Well aware of his sudden focus, Noin lowered her arms, smiling at him enticingly. "The things we women have to do to keep our husbands' attention," she murmured, the tone so seductive that he didn't immediately catch the words. "That's the part Relena should be warned about before she gets too involved." As what she said registered, Zechs winced and stepped back from the bed warily. Noin sighed and sat up. "Zechs, as of a few minutes ago, your baby sister, Vice-Minister, world leader and former ruler of the Sank Kingdom, is also a legal adult. You should be impressed that they waited so long. We didn't."
"He's not going anywhere until security is assured," Zechs said automatically, then cursed himself. Noin was also a solider. She would immediately know what 'security' required.
"You mean he's probably standing under the balcony waiting for the lights to go out?" Noin sounded exasperated. "Zechs. Turn the damn lights off."
"But--"
She glared at him for a full minute before her expression softened slightly. "Zechs. You don't need to protect her from him. In fact, you'll never have to worry about leaving her alone on Earth again. So. Turn off the lights and --" she patted the empty space next to her with a wicked grin, "--let me distract you."
"If he hurts her..."
"Was your first time that traumatic?"
He stared at her in surprise before his mouth twisted up at a corner. "Um," he started. Faint color brushed across his cheeks. "No," he finally said. "I mean, it was awkward, I kept getting my knees in the wrong places and nearly cracked my teeth because I didn't know how to kiss but... no. Was yours?"
"Apart from the cracked teeth, no."
Zechs looked mortified.
"Idiot," said Noin with a grin.
Resting one knee on the bed, Zechs leaned over her and nestled his head against her shoulder, slowly inhaling the scent of her. "I'm sorry I hurt you," he finally whispered.
Noin did not pretend they were still talking about dental work. "I don't remember it hurting," she said absently, as if the memories were so long ago they were hard to bring back. She raised her hand to the back of her husband's head and touched his lustrous hair. "Maybe it took me a while to figure out what all the shouting was about, but I got there eventually," she added, her quiet voice still distant.
Zechs softly pressed his lips against the smooth skin of her neck in mute apology.
"Zechs, we were fifteen and barely had a clue. We didn't plan on anything happening, it just happened, so everything was bound to be a bit awkward for a while. Heck, I didn't even know what you looked like under that mask of yours." She began to run the tips of her fingers through his thick, long hair. "What a pleasant surprise that was," she said gently. Zechs exhaled softly in amusement, his eyes half closing. He liked having his hair stroked, especially if it was Noin doing the stroking. "I'm sure Heero has every thing planned out," Noin continued. "He's like that. He probably has handcuffs in his back pocket just in case Relena's into bondage."
This time Zechs' exhale was louder, very close to a snort. "Thank you. That really puts my mind at ease."
"Idiot," Noin said again, smiling softly. She delicately ran her fingers under his thick fall of hair, smoothing the fine white-blond hair at the nape of his neck, gently kneading his sensitive skin through the strands. "She just needs the human contact. We all do. Even Heero. Would it be such a bad thing if they found that with each other?"
No, it wouldn't. He couldn't say that out loud. He always had a problem admitting he was wrong.
She knew that, too. "Zechs, turn off the lights and let the poor boy go on his way."
"You don't want to do it with the lights on?"
"Zechs." It was a warning, fraught with implicit threats of sleeping on the divan for a month. And since the crude terraforming settlement on Mars didn't include things like 'divans,' in this case it meant sleeping like a beggar on the hard-packed red dirt outside their door, ignoring sniggers as his fellow pioneers stepped over him.
Grumbling, Zechs vacated his comfortable position with reluctance, switching off the overhead light. He returned to bed less inclined to cuddle, sliding in with his back to Noin as his strategist's mind seethed with plans and counter-plans. Relena's bedroom wasn't very far, but the labyrinth of corridors between where he was and where his defenseless sister slept meant it would be ten minutes before he got anywhere near her. A determined Heero Yuy could get very far in ten minutes. Especially if Relena's willing -- and, face it, she probably is...
"Zechs."
All the warning he had was the fleeting touch of her fingers against his cloth-enclosed hip before Noin's body plastered flat against him, her breasts flattening against his bare back, her palm stroking down and back up his thigh. "Really," she said into his ear, the warm breath brushing against the sensitive skin there. "I put on the nightie, I'm wearing that perfume you got me in Paris--"
"I noticed," he protested, although truly what he perceived was the warm spicy scent of her rather than the subtle scent that overlaid it.
"What more does a poor ex-soldier have to do to get your attention?" She pulled her hand up, across his washboard stomach, taking advantage of his in-drawn breath to slip her fingers under the waistband of his pajama bottoms. "Hmmm...well, some part of you has been paying attention."
Briefly he covered her hand with his, pressing her fingers against his abdomen before turning to face her. His mind was a strange seething mess as he worried about Relena and mentally cursed Yuy and wondered, wondered, wondered-- "Noin--" He hesitated, not sure how to ask what he wanted to ask without being totally crass before half-stuttering like the school-boy he had been the first time he touched her, "How...how long before...?"
Again, Noin understood precisely what he was asking. "Vienna. You remember? Treize was starting to groom you for a command in the Specials, and he sent us to the Alliance training conference there. I think we just stopped trying so hard. Or," she added with humor, "maybe it was the wine. I never had wine before. One glass got me very relaxed..."
"That long?" Zechs was appalled. Their first time had been awkward and strange, but he had enjoyed it, as he enjoyed subsequent encounters. Casting his mind back and trying to dredge up old calendars, he thought that Vienna was a good six months after they first became lovers. Maybe longer. A very long time to wait for satisfaction... "I'm so sorry." He reached for her, feeling the familiar warmth and weight of her press against his body as he wrapped his arms around her and settled his chin on top of her head.
"Idiot," murmured Noin for the third time, her breath warm against his throat. He felt the touch of her hand, curving around his side and resting comfortably against the small of his back. She shifted her head, her hair tickling against his chin as she placed a warm soft kiss on his throat. "It takes a while for women, sometimes," she said, absently, against his skin. Her moving lips sent a familiar shiver through him. "And we were young." He felt a smile curve her full mouth. "I was probably just too immature at first. You grew almost a foot in the next year." One of her knees flexed, sliding between his, shifting up until her firm thigh pressed lightly in the juncture where his legs joined his body. "Not just in height," she added, and he heard the intimate humor in her husky voice.
He was already aching for her. His male body had twitched into awareness when she made that cat-like stretch across the covers, had hardened further as she trailed fingers along his thigh. She moved her knee back and forth, gently chaffing him through the thin cloth. He put one hand on her hip, stilling her, ducking his head and catching her mouth, kissing her softly and deeply. "Let's do it again," he said huskily. "Let me do it right."
"Turn back the clock?" Noin asked thoughtfully. "You would have to start acting all prissy and I would have to try to put you in your place by tickling you..." Her voice trailed off. "Come to think of it, you ARE acting all prissy." She raised one foot in what appeared to be a caress along his calf, but he knew where she was heading and tried to flex his leg out of the way. "Uh-huh, Zechs..." He was too tangled up with her to dodge effectively, and could do little more than yelp in protest when she wriggled her toes against the hollow behind his knee. "Oh, no," said Noin, her mouth near his ear again as he squirmed, half-laughing under the unexpected assault as her fingers joined in, twirling against his armpits. "I wouldn't change what happened for anything, Zechs. I like being all grown up."
He finally managed to successfully grab her wrists and pin her hands out to the side before using his knees to hold her thighs apart, ending her attack. A sliver of pale moonlight gilded across her face, highlighting the mock pout before an utter darkness fell once more. Fleetingly he wished again that the lights were on before dropping his parted lips to hers and taking the first of her soft moans inside his own mouth. The smooth silk of her gown was torment against his skin. "Lucrezia," he whispered, "this thing's pretty, it matches your eyes, but I want to kiss you everywhere, everywhere, it's in the way--"
"Tear it," Noin whispered back.
He caught his breath, closing his eyes and letting erotic images play across his mind before he shifted his weight to his knees, releasing her arms to set his fingers in the cleft between her breasts, hooking the soft material there. For a moment he smoothed the silky material between forefinger and thumb, feeling the even fall and rise of Noin's chest as she breathed softly. Then he gripped the material hard and pulled sharply in opposite directions. There was a pause as the material resisted, followed by a sharp tearing noise as it gave and Noin was bared to the waist. Groaning, Zechs lowered his head to her breasts, nipping and mouthing gently before covering one nipple and suckling hard. Noin's hands clenched against his shoulders. "Yes," she said softly. "Yes..."
He released her breast with an open kiss against her taut nipple, then lapped once at the sensitive underside, making Noin gasp out loud. He turned his head against her chest, listening to the quickening heartbeat as his hands found the torn edges of her gown and pulled again, ripping it completely to the slit high on her thigh. He smoothed the material to either side of her body. She caught at his long hair, urging his head back down. Obediently he lowered it, dropping moist kisses against her stomach, trailing his tongue against her prominent hipbone, slipping his body down and delicately biting her thigh. She raised one leg, hooking his shoulder and urging him toward the center of her body. He smiled against her smooth flesh and raised his head to lap and suckle at her with soft slurping noises. Gasping, Noin caught his head between her strong hands and held him against her, slinging both legs over his broad shoulders as she writhed under his ministrations.
Feeling her crest brought another smile. Shaking his head to loosen her grip, Zechs rose over her and pressed his tongue into her open mouth even as he carefully pressed his body into the tight wet warmth of hers. Moaning, she sucked on his tongue and tried to move against him. Pulling his head away, he grabbed her wrists again, entwining his fingers with hers and holding her arms out to the side.
He held her hands firmly and used his superior weight to control her hips, and soon her half-hearted struggles ceased. She lay quietly, panting lightly, as his fingers grasped and massaged hers. "Brute strength. No fair."
"You're always using leverage on me," he reminded her.
Noin smiled, a mere shadow against her face in the dark. "Have something in mind?"
"Maybe." He leaned over her, the thick curtain of hair falling over his shoulders, spilling across her neck, brushing against her breasts. "I think," he purred, "I have to make up for those months before Vienna, no?"
Noin chuckled deep in her chest, which tightened her body around his and sorely tested his self-control. "Not really, but if you think you must, I'm not going to argue."
"Smart," he said severely, leaning into her with a slow rock of his hips. Lowering his mouth until his lips just brushed against hers, he whispered, "I'll have to find something else for you to do with that mouth of yours."
Demonstrating she had a few ideas of her own, Noin lifted her head and locked her mouth to his, flicking her tongue against his lips when he closed them teasingly. Zechs turned his head as she tried to catch his lower lip between hers. "No. You take." He slowly withdrew from her, then slowly push back in. "Take all of me," he said hoarsely. Noin's head dropped back, her neck arching, as he languidly repeated the movement. "Take my body." Again. "Take my heart." Again. Her head tossed to the side, eyes closed, panting. "My love, Noin." He could feel her yielding under him, melting, close-- "Take my love. All of it."
Her fingers gripped his hard as her breath came in soft rhythmic gasps. He held himself taut as her body spasmed around him, trying to draw him with her -- not yet, not yet -- her slick stomach rubbing against him and her slim legs twisting around his hips. Gradually she stilled. He could just see the glint of her half-closed eyes as she gazed up at him. "Nice," she managed. "I think you have something else for me, though."
He let go of her hands, feeling her arms go around his back as she tugged him down. He opened his mouth against hers, finally letting Noin kiss him deeply. "I have everything for you, Noin," he said, when he could. "My whole life -- OOF!"
There was a disorienting twisting sensation. Zechs found himself on his back, Noin grinning down at him in triumph. "Leverage," he complained lightly. "No fair."
"I love you, too," Noin said as her hands kneaded and molded the hard, sweat-slick muscles of his chest, "and you're being very sweet, but, dammit, I don't want you all remorseful and gentle at the moment, okay? Save it for when you forget our anniversary or something."
After a couple of startled blinks, a low laugh rumbled out of Zechs. "Okay," he agreed.
"Good boy," said Noin, tucking her knees next to his hips and squeezing. "Just lie there and let me do all the work this time."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, meekly, as she began to slide back and forth, up and down. And although he let her do most of the work, Zechs was not a passive person and soon had his hands on her thighs, her breasts, between their bodies, teasing and touching and pinching and stroking as she moved over him, faster and harder, until her body clamped around his and she threw her head back, as he grabbed her arms at the elbows and drove up into her, shuddering and panting in time with her, in her--
Holding her as close as he could, Zechs rolled over with Noin in his arms, his mouth open against her shoulder as he lightly sampled the salt taste of her skin. Noin stroked his hair and the nape of his neck again, making him stretch and purr like a contented big cat. "Feeling better about Relena and Heero?" she asked.
"Who?" responded Zechs lazily.
He felt her smile as she pressed a light kiss against his sweaty temple. "You were very sweet when we were kids," Noin said in soft reflection. "I may not have understood what all the excitement was about right away, but I liked watching your face." Her fingertips lightly traced his cheekbones. "It's such a nice face."
"All the more reason for us to leave the lights on."
A dull sounding "thwack" echoed through the dark room.
"Ouch," commented Zechs, although he sounded like he was laughing.
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Romance fanfic rule #1: Canon couples always take priority over all others.
The three most hated words in all of television... To Be Continued.