Last Call 1/1 (NC-17 Lemon)

[Loyce]

A HUGE thanks goes to Rose for editing. *hugs Rose* You're the best!

Disclaimer: I don?t own Gundam Wing.

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Last Call
By Loyce
Rating: NC-17
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His dark hands contrasted with her milky complexion. Each brush of his fingertips across her flushed skin, elicited another moan from the back of her throat.

?Heero??

His name escaped as one of those erotic sounds and his stomach jerked in response. He traced the contours of her body; his fingers memorized the flare of her hips, the gentle swell of her stomach, and the hidden strength in her arms.

?Touch me again.?

Relena's soft-spoken command urged him to explore the taut expanse of her stomach. His palm trailed from the valley of her breasts down to tease the sensitive skin below her navel.

She gasped when his hand slipped further to toy with her overly heated body. Need rushed through him and consumed every thought.

He wanted her. He needed her.

He loved her and she?

?Heero, I lo??

The shrill noise of the com-link broke into his deep sleep. Groaning, he threw back the covers and swung his feet over the edge of the bed. His body protested each movement, and his mind had already devised a way to deal with the intruder that pulled him from his dream. Heero pushed himself up from the comfortable mattress; his small toe connected with his work boots and muttering a few expletives, he meandered over to the desk.

A quick flick of his wrist and the link was established. He drummed his fingers on the oak tabletop as the computer hummed and began to glow with life. The cold machine took longer than normal to boot, giving him enough time to pace the room and think about the lingering image of Relena beneath him.

At first the dreams had been few and far between, but lately they?d become a nightly occurrence and within the last week, more vivid. Now each morning was greeted with the icy sting of water on his heated body. Even with the cold shower, the mirror in the bathroom still managed to cloud with steam.

But now, he had not only to deal with his aroused body, but the unconscious confession his mind had made.

When the room finally illuminated with the light from the screen, he sank down into the chair and glowered at the person on the monitor.

?Good Morning, Heero.?

?Why are you calling me??

Titling her head to the side, her silver colored eyes laughed at him. ?Can?t a friend call at anytime, or do they have to have a reason??

?I?m not in the mood to play games, Dorothy.?

?It seems you?ve been playing games??

?Dorothy?? His tone held more than a hint of warning.

?Fine.? She huffed and a huge Cheshire grin spread across her face. ?Heero, it?s nearly 2 am, do you know where your princess is??

The question sparked the itch to wrap his hands around one green-eyed Preventer?s neck. Trowa was on the night shift this week. His mind raced as it reviewed every event listed on her schedule. As he thought, there was no mention of any functions in this week?s schedule that should keep Relena out after midnight.

?Since you?re calling, my guess is, she isn?t sound asleep in her bed.? His eyes narrowed into his infamous glare. ?Where is she??

?She and Hilde just went back up to the bar for ?last call?...?

Dorothy was shoved out of the way and the object of his affliction came into view.

At first glance, Heero thought she was naked, until he noticed the thin scarlet colored straps on her shoulders. The cut of the dress was far too low in his opinion. It spoke, and when it did, it said ?Come get me - if you dare.? Her hair was pulled back and curled, so the tendrils fell around her face like a golden waterfall. The red shade of her lips matched the dress and reminded him of a shiny apple, the kind that you wanted to sink your teeth into and taste the forbidden sweetness.

A fierce growl rumbled in the back of his throat.

?Hello, Mr. Yuy. Would you care for a drink?? Relena held up the small crystal glass filled with light amber colored liquid. In the other hand, she had a slice of lemon. She lifted the glass to her mouth and teased him by rubbing the rim back and forth along her bottom lip. Finally she downed the shot and stuck the piece of fruit in her mouth, and sucked on it? hard.

Heero shifted in his chair when she pulled the rind away from her mouth and sent him a seductive smile.

In the background, the band started another set.

?Oh Hilde, they?re playing our song?? And without a backward glance, she was gone.

Smoothing the wrinkles out of her dress, Dorothy came back into view. ?I?ve already called Maxwell to come pick up Hilde. I was going to call a cab for Relena, but?? She tossed her hair. ?I don?t think she needs this type of publicity??

?I?m on my way.?

**********

The lights on the outside of the club had already been extinguished by the time he arrived.

Relena?s arm was slung across Dorothy?s shoulders as she staggered from side to side with each wobbling step. Duo had already arrived and was in the process of walking Hilde toward his motorcycle. Both of them were so wrapped up in holding onto their ?wards?, they didn?t hear him approach.

?There once was a man from Nantucket??

Dorothy scoffed. ?Really, Relena. Where did you learn such language??

Relena tossed her head from side to side, finally focusing on Duo. ?Him.?

?Hey!?

?Really Maxwell, can?t you keep your lude behavior contained to yourself or must you infect everyone around you??

?Come on Dorothy, cut him a ?wittle? slack??

?Your behavior is just as appalling as his, Hilde.?

Hilde extracted herself from Duo?s hold and bowed low, losing her balance in the process. ?Why thank you.?

Relena laughed. It was the first time in months he?d heard her laugh, and not the polite giggles or forced sounds she made when awkward situations came about. The sound of it stirred something inside of him; his stomach clenched at the sheer joy it expressed.

Lost in her laughter as it repeated in his ears, he hadn?t realized that the chilly night fell silent.

?Why hello there, Mr. Yuy.?

Delilah couldn?t have been as tempting when she stole Samson?s hair. Over the screen, she had taken his breath away, but in person, she?d stopped his heart. The dress was not only cut in a way that it revealed the gentle swell of her breast, but the bottom hem teased the top of her garters.

Even from a distance, he could see the shining mischief in her eyes. She pushed herself out of Dorothy?s hold and took a few stumbling steps until she stood within an arm's reach. Heavy lidded eyes challenged him and an impish half smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

?You?re drunk.?

?Nope.? She said as she nodded. ?Just a tiny bit tipsy. Hilde and I played this drinking game, of course, I lost, but it was worth it.? She rocked back on her heels and wobbled.

His hand shot out and grabbed hold of her wrist. Though the contact phased him, it didn?t seem to stop Relena from babbling. ?We?ll have to do this again! Next time, I get to win, Hilde.?

Her eyes focused on Heero. ?Maybe you should join us in a round or two. What was the name of that damn game called?? Biting her bottom lip, a look of determination at remembering the name of the ?game? marred her flushed face.

?Quarter shots!? Hilde supplied in a voice that was normally reserved for cheering at sporting events.

Both women broke into a fit of giggles at Hilde?s outburst and then tried to ?Sshh? each other into being quiet.

?I hold you personally responsible for this, Maxwell.?

?Me?! What the hell did I do?!?

?It?s what you didn?t do that?s the problem.?

?Stop talking in circle and get to the point, Heero.?

?You need to learn to control?? He was at a loss at finding a title for Hilde; she was neither Duo?s girlfriend, fianc?e, or wife. Making a motion with his hand, he semi pointed at the dark-haired girl. ?Her.?

?Hilde? Dude, she?s a free spirit. Controlling her is like trying to control the tide.?

?That?s right, Heero. I?m a free schpr...?

Duo rolled his eyes. ?You?re not helping matters, babe.?

?What?s wrong with a little fun?? Hilde managed to ask just as she slumped against Duo.

?Just great. How in the hell am I going to get her home now??

?Oops, Hilde?s in trouble,? Relena said in a sing-song voice.

Duo eyed Heero. ?I don?t think Hilde?s the only one in trouble, princess.?

?Pffffft. I?m hardly in trouble.?

?I wouldn?t count on that.? The words were out of his mouth before Heero could stop himself. Her eyes flashed at his remark. But, he was in a mood to verbally spar with her - residual effects from his abrupt awakening.

?Come on. You need to get home.?

Her red lips pouted. ?I can walk by myself.?

?You think you can?? He let go of her wrist.

?Of course.? She tossed her glossy curls in defiance. ?I?m perfectly capable of using my own two feet.? Moving around him, Relena took a shaky step toward the truck but gave him a triumphant smile.

Like a metronome, the sound of her heels slowly clicked out on the concrete as she walked beside him. He counted along and waited for the moment the rhythm would break.

About halfway from the truck, Relena?s movements shattered like the glass beer bottle under her foot. A cry of distress passed her lips, but before it could echo in the night, he?d already moved to catch her.

His arm came around her waist and she melted into him. She buried her face into the fabric of his shirt, while the subtle smell of her perfume played with his senses. He couldn?t recall how long they stood, locked in that position, under the light from a single street lamplight before he could feel the weight of two pairs of eyes boring into his back.

Grabbing her shoulders, he moved her out of his embrace, surprised at how much cooler he felt once the contact was gone. ?Are you okay??

?Yeah.? Her voice danced with a light laugh. ?I?m just the walking personification of grace, aren?t I??

?I?? His voice failed him. How was he supposed to answer that question? Instead, he took hold of her hand and ushered her over to the truck. The door opened with a whine and as she climbed into the cab, she offered him a nice view of her legs. Soft skin stretched over toned muscle and just begging for a touch; his touch.

With a strangled groan, and more force than necessary, he slammed the door shut and marched around to the driver?s side of the vehicle.

He felt her eyes weighing down on him before he finished climbing inside. ?Is everything okay??

?Fine.?

The engine roared to life and he pulled out of the parking lot. Making the turn to head back to the mansion, his eyes drifted over to the woman laying her head against the cool glass of the passenger window.

And wondered how he was going to survive another night without her in his bed.

**********

?Whew, I thought they?d never leave.? Hilde straightened her once limp body and cracked her neck. ?You?re not the most comfortable person to lean on, Duo.?

Cobalt eyes widened in disbelief. ?You? you were out cold a minute ago??

?You?re such a trusting soul.? Dorothy scoffed. ?If you?ll excuse me, my part in this game is complete and I have a warm bed calling my name at home.? Her blond hair followed her every move as she poured herself into the waiting cab.

It wasn?t until the red taillights turned the corner that Duo spoke.

?What was all ?that? supposed to mean? What game was she talking about??

Hilde let go an exasperated sigh. The man was more stubborn than a bulldog with an old bone. Once he?d sunk his teeth in, there was no way to get him to let go.

?Duo, how long have we known each other, now? Five? six years??

Hilde continued after he nodded. ?In all that time, have you ever seen me so drunk that I couldn?t walk a straight line??

He raised his hand and opened his mouth to respond, but spoke nothing.

?If memory serves me correctly, I?ve drunk you under the table a time or two.?

Even the darkness, Duo?s cheeks glowed with a faint blush. ?But I??

?No ?buts? Duo. You lost those games fair and square.?

He sighed and leaned against his bike. ?Alright, so what gives? Why the deception??

?You wouldn?t believe me if I told you.?

He flashed her a grin and said: ?Try me.?

There it was. His secret weapon: that 100-watt ?devil may care? smile. The same one that Hilde could never resist. He knew how that look could break down her defensives and she slumped her shoulders in defeat.

?Resorting to your old tactics??

?Why change something that works??

?Alright. It all started about a week ago??

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The mountain of paperwork threatened to landside all over her desk and the jackhammer in her head hadn't quit in the guaranteed time listed on the bottle of ibuprofen. Relena slumped down in her chair and laid the side of her face on the cool marble. Her eyes were just drifting closed when the intercom buzzed.

?Ms. Dorlian??

?Yes??

?There?s a Ms. Catalonia and Ms. Schbeiker here to see you. They don?t have an appointment??

A smile, the first one she?d felt all day, spread across her face. ?That?s okay, Felicia. Send them in.?

?I don?t care what you say. He?s perfect.?

Hinges squeaked as the oak door was pushed open and her two bickering friends entered the room.

?Perfect?? Dorothy looked at the petite woman as if she had grown another head. ?He opens beer bottles with his toes, Hilde. He?s loud, crude, obnoxious and I?d be surprised if he could read.?

?Duo can read.? Hilde growled her answer.

?Really??

She watched the growing debate with amusement. It was the same one they?d started a few years ago; after Hilde in a drunken haze, admitted that she was in love with the blue-eyed American. Noticing that Hilde?s temper was getting the better of her, Relena decided it was time to intervene.

?If you two are done fighting now??

?We weren?t fighting, Rel.?

?Of course not. We were discussing Duo?s more,? Dorothy cleared her throat, ?colorful personality traits.?

?I didn?t buy you a years' subscription to ?the bible? for Christmas for nothing.? Dorothy poured herself a cup of tea.

?I?ve read every issue from cover to end.?

Relena held up her hand to stop the conversation. ?Time out. She got Cosmo for Christmas and all I got was a pen set??

?I only give out gifts that will be useful to the receiver.?

?Thanks a lot.? With a huff, she leaned back into her chair and glared over her coffee cup. ?I could have used a subscription too.?

Dorothy?s pointed look returned to Hilde. ?And have you learned anything??

?Of course I have.? She spat out and twisted the top off her bottle of water. ?I?ve read every article on ?How to turn a bad man into a good man.? Skimmed over all the instructions on how to find his g-spots and rock his world in seven quick steps. Hell, I?ve even taken the damn quizzes to find out how much of a bitch I am and what?s my inner sexuality.?

?So based on all of that, have you made your move yet??

Hilde slumped in her chair. ?Yes. I suggested we spend our free Friday at the movies. I even went and bought tickets to that new slasher movie with the thought in mind that I could ?cling? to him during the scary parts.?

?And?? Dorothy asked, raising an eyebrow.

?He freaked out. He spent more time clinging to me and yelling at the screen ?Don?t open that door!? then I could try and snuggle up to him.?

She couldn?t help herself and laughed, warranting a glare from her best friend. ?I?m sorry, Hilde, but you have to admit that it?s hysterical that even after all he?s been through, horror movies scare him.?

?He?s hopeless.?

Relena saw Hilde?s face fall and tried to take the tactful approach. ?Maybe you?re trying too hard.?

Dorothy rolled her eyes. ?You're one to talk. You haven't even tried to make a move on Heero.?

Relena felt her cheeks warm and knew she was blushing. ?Well? I??

Hilde chuckled. ?You?re chicken.?

The diplomat made a wry face. "I'm not chicken. I just don't want to--"

"Bock bock bock bock bock bock."

Relena put her coffee down on the desk and templed her fingers. "That is really undignified, Hilde. As I was saying? Heero is a different--"

"Bock bock bock bock bock bock bock! Relena's a chicken."

The heat of the blush was taken over by anger as Relena slammed her hand down on the desk. ?I am not!?

?You couldn?t be any more chicken if you started growing feathers and a big beak.?

Relena took her glare off her best friend long enough to stare at the silver eyed blond. ?I can?t believe you just said that.?

?Miss Prim and Proper herself?Who?d have thought it??

Dorothy ignored Hilde?s comment and sent Relena a smug glare. ?I dare you.?

She felt a blank look cross her face. ?Dare me??

?Make the move on Mr. ?Stone-faced? Heero Yuy.?

?What good would come out of it?? Relena drummed her fingers along the marble desktop. ?I?d probably just make a fool out of myself like Hilde? Oh, sorry, Hilde.?

Hilde unfolded her arms and leaned forward in her chair. ?Sure, I might have failed with Duo, but that won?t stop me from trying again. I just need to think of another plan of action. I?m not giving up.? Her eyes softened. ?And you won?t know unless you try, Rel.?

?I don?t even know if he feels the same way.?

?Isn?t it better to have an answer than to float around always wondering??

?I wouldn?t even know where to start.? Relena sighed and propped her head up with a hand under her chin.

?That?s why you have us?? Hilde grinned.

Dorothy unlatched her rather large purse and pulled out a tall, amber bottle; she set it on Relena's desk. ?And a bottle of tequila.?

?What does a bottle of alcohol have to do with any of this??

Feeling like the proverbial canary that was caught by the cat- in this instance, cats- Relena gulped and inched back in her chair. ?Why are you guys looking at me like that??

?Courage in a bottle, Rel.? Hilde's grin widened.

?You?re joking, right??

?In order to make a move on Mr. Yuy, you?ll need to be relaxed.? Dorothy's voice sounded even, measured. Like she was patiently explaining the point of brushing's one teeth to a child.

?I am relaxed.?

Her friends shared another one of those doubting looks.

Dorothy stood up from her chair. ?It?s about time you wore that dress you bought the last time we went to L2.?

?The little red one?? Hilde chirped and tossed her water bottle across the room, into the trashcan.

?Oh no. I can?t really wear that thing in public.?

?Why the hell not??

?Because it? it??

?Reveals more skin then a hooker on payday.? Hilde supplied as got out of the chair and arched her back.

?Hilde!?

?Then you shouldn?t have bought it.?

?You guys made me.?

Hilde tapped a finger along the side of her cheek and feigned a look of deep concentration. ?I don?t recall holding a gun to your head at the time.?

?Hn.?

?She?s starting to sound like him.? Dorothy shook her head.

?Do we really want them to get together? Their child?s first word will be ?Hn.??

?You're both hopeless.? Looking at the clock, she made a few flustered motions with her hands. ?Now, out! I have an appointment with Senator Kvaleberg and he doesn?t like to be kept waiting.?

?Fine, but we expect you at The Dive this Saturday night.?

?Does it have to be this Saturday night? Can?t it be sometime, I don?t know, maybe next month??

?No, this Saturday.? Hilde tossed over her shoulder as she opened the door to let herself out.

?Why??

?Cause Heero?s not on duty.? Dorothy smiled and waved. Both girls stopped in the doorway to peer back at their friend.

Relena sighed. ?I don?t even want to know how or why you found that out.?

?Be there or we?ll drag you kicking and screaming.?

"Fine, but you have to take this with you!" She gestured at the bottle of tequila.

Dorothy grinned and shut the door behind her.

"Dorothy!" Relena eyed the bottle of Jose Cuervo Gold, and picked it up off her desk. "If I start drinking now?"

She tucked it away in her bottom desk drawer.

"Maybe then I'd be ready for Saturday night."

********

Relena traced the outline of the city with her finger as it slid by outside the window. Soon the skyline gave way to treetops; which passed her in a blur.

She showed up, without ?kicking and screaming?. In fact she had beaten Dorothy and Hilde to the club and had waited outside for the two of them. The looks the ?little red dress' had drawn both excited and frightened her. But there was only one person she wanted to gawk at her in such away; and he was currently racing down the road as if hell was after him.

?You can slow down, you know.?

?I?m doing the speed limit." Heero somehow managed to speak even with his jaw set so tight he was worthy of the nickname 'stone-face'.

?You?re driving as fast as Wing could fly.?

?The alcohol has impaired your perception of speed.?

She leaned over and eyed the dashboard. ?I don?t believe that the legal limit on this road is 72 mph.?

The dark figures outside slowed enough that she could make out their outlines against the moonlit sky.

?What have I gotten myself into??

Relena blew a strand of hair from her face. She?d played it out in her mind how it was going to work. He would pick her up at the bar under the pretense that she was too drunk to drive, take her home, and then she?d seduce him into her bed - where they would make wild, passionate love until each of them was breathless.

?Yeah right.?

?Excuse me??

She turned in her seat to face him. Had she been talking aloud? ?It?s? it?s nothing.?

He dismissed the whole ?conversation? with a curt nod and focused back on the road ahead of them.

The plan was stupid. What had she been thinking when she agreed to this? Apparently, she hadn?t been thinking at all and that?s where her problem was. Whenever it came to Heero, she lost all reasoning and common sense. She shook her head and went back to staring out the window, but the shapes outside the window all blurred together.

?What would it be like? To be wrapped in those strong arms and crushed under that lean body? Would he make me scream loud enough to wake up the servants? Or would he just make me purr??

?Are you cold??

His question startled her. ?No.?

?Then why are you shivering??

She grimaced. ?I?m cold.? To support the lie, she reached over and turned on the heat. Hot air blasted her in the face. ?See??

Heero answered her with an arched eyebrow and a doubtful look. Relena had to resist the childish urge to stick her tongue out at him. The relaxation techniques that Quatre had taught her came to mind and she was desperate to do anything to get him out of her head.

?The rolling tide along the beach. Sunlight streaming through a canopy of trees. The sweet song of the cardinal.?

She slumped back, turned her face into the cushion of the seat and was assaulted by the faint smell of his cologne.

Why did he have to torment her at every turn? Couldn?t she have one day, just one day where he didn?t fill some place in her wayward thoughts?

By the time the dark truck glided passed the security gates and came to a rest at the bottom of the stairs, she had all but decided to give up on her silly quest. It could only end in heartbreak and humiliation. Not to mention outright rejection.

Before he had a chance to kill the engine, she had opened the door and shimmed out of the cab. Her dress clung to the material of the seat and inched up the back of her thighs, higher than the tops of her stockings.

Cursing under her breath, she started up the stairs and tried to smooth out the fabric as she walked. A strong hand wrapped around her upper arm.

?What are you doing??

?Helping you up the stairs.?

She narrowed her eyes to match the look he was sending her. ?I can do this by myself.?

?Like you could walk to the truck by yourself.?

?I was doing fine until that bottle got in my way.?

?The bottle was there before you took that step. You weren?t paying attention.? His eyes glinted in the dim light of the outdoor lanterns. ?I?d? Preventer would feel better if you were seen safely inside the mansion.?

?Did he just say ?I???

Her heart beat loudly in her ears but she remained outwardly calm. ?Fine.? She took hold of his offered hand and let him lead her up the stairs.

Once inside, they moved through the corridors of the mansion as quiet as ghosts. The buzz from the tequila still flowed through her veins and a Relena?s balance had endangered a couple of glass vases. And a coat rack.

As they neared the door to her room, she untangled herself from his hold.

?I?d like to thank you for seeing me safely inside.? She gave him a mock salute. ?I?ll be sure to inform Preventer of the fine job you performed tonight.?

It could have been the dim lighting in the hall, but Relena could have sworn that he?d just rolled his eyes at her.

Giving him her sweetest look, she cocked her head to the side and asked, ?Is there a problem??

?No.?

?Back to one word answers I see??

He held onto her as he pushed open the door to her bedroom and flicked on the lights. It unnerved her that he didn?t have to fumble around to find the switch, and the bright light felt like hot needles in her eyes.

Lifting a hand, she covered her eyes and let Heero guide her into the room, and over to the bed. The colored spots cleared from her vision with a few blinks.

?Stay here.?

Her knees gave out and the soft bed caught her. How many nights had she come home and groped the wall for a few moments in order to turn on the lights? And with one deft movement, he?d illuminated the room, like he?d been sleeping in the king-sized bed for the past five years and not her. Though the daze, she watched him breeze about her room. When most people would be asking questions on where things were, he marched over to the dresser, pulled open one drawer, and took out her pajamas.

Dropping the garments on the comforter beside her, he continued on into the bathroom. ?You?re going to have a hangover in the morning.? His voice was muffled over the rattle of bottles as he dug around the medicine cabinet. ?If you take some aspirin and drink a glass of water, it may alleviate the effects.? Bottle in hand, he strode over to the bed, the mattress sinking with his weight. ?But first I suggest you take a shower.?

?Are you offering??

She watched in triumph as shock registered in his eyes, followed by a twinge of pink on along his cheekbones.

?Relena??

?I asked you a question. I think I deserve an answer.?

It was now or never. The alcohol-induced courage was beginning to falter, but she had him where she wanted him. She closed her eyes as her hands found their way into her hair, freeing the heavy gold colored tresses from the confines of the barrettes.

?I??

A seductive giggle escaped from somewhere deep inside of her. ?You what? Don?t know what to say? Don?t know what to do?? Her fingers toyed with the thin straps of her dress. ?Don?t worry, Heero. I?m pretty sure I know what happens next.?

?You?re drunk.?

?That?s the second time you?ve mentioned it.?

?Your judgment is impaired.?

?If you?re coming up for excuses why I shouldn?t make a move on you, then you?re going to have to try harder than that.? One strap fell off her shoulder. ?I know the square root of 1296 is 36, the capital of Uzbekistan is Tashkent, and I could give you a run down of all the ESUN delegates and representing colonies or countries. I hardly think I don?t know what I?m doing.?

Like the stone statues outside the Senate building, he didn?t blink an eye, but she could hear the wheels inside of his head and thought he was going to try and make his escape.

Instead, he arched an eyebrow even as his eyes stayed focused on the fingers toying with her thin, red straps. "Make a move on me?" The other eyebrow went up, and then his eyes met hers. Realization flickered, especially when she sent him her best sultry look.

She let her mouth settle into what had to be a smug grin. "If you insist."

Relena walked to the door. Her fingers trembled for a second before they wrapped around the lock. Could she really pull this off? Could she seduce the man she loved into her bed? With her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, she glanced over her shoulder and took a good look at Heero. She saw it, desire burning in the depths of his eyes. It was enough to reaffirm her determination and the dead bolt slid into place with a resounding ?click? that was barely heard over the blood rushing through her ears.

Striding back over to Heero, she grabbed his shirt. His mouth was mere inches from hers, and she teased it with the weight of her breathing. The muscle in his jaw clenched a few times when she got close enough to brush her lips against his in light butterfly touches. She even dared to catch his bottom lip between her teeth before she let go of his shirt, gave him a shove and stalked back to the middle of the floor, keeping her back to him.

Relena reached around to her back and slowly began to unzip the sinful red dress. More of her flawless skin was exposed with each inch the zipper moved further down her back. She heard the sharp intake of breath Heero made when he realized that she wasn't wearing a bra. And she could feel his eyes burning into her skin, igniting a fire in the pit of her stomach. Looking back at the stunned man, she licked her lips and let the loose material of her dress slip lower on her body. Then finally, to the floor.

With an erotic smile, she spun around and faced him. Heero looked like someone had pulled the rug out from underneath him and she found it hard to stifle the giggle that bubbled up. At least she knew she was getting under his skin. Clad in a pair of red, satin, g-string panties that tied on the side along with a matching garter belt and skin colored thigh-high stockings, she sauntered back over to the bed.

She placed one high-heeled encased foot against his chest, and with little effort, pushed him down, until he lay flat on his back; his legs draped over the edge of the bed. Relena?s stomach fluttered, as if a thousand butterflies had taken up residence inside. The balled up comforter in his fisted hands, gave away the tight restraint he was keeping on his desire. It was an endearing gesture, but not necessary at the moment. Crawling on him like a graceful cat, she straddled his waist and lowered her face close to his, each pant mingled with his ragged breaths.

Never had she been so bold; chalk it up to either alcohol or pent up sexual frustration -either way, Relena wasn?t about to regret the little strip tease she?d performed for him. How could she when the proof he wanted her as badly as she wanted him was nestled underneath her body?

?Tell me you don?t want me.?

Her demand was met with his familiar, cold silence. Relena shifted and allowed more of her weight to settle against his rigid body. Heero let loose a sound that could only be called a strangled groan when he pressed against her.

?I can?t.?

It was enough for her, for now. Leaning down, she captured his lips with her own. However, Heero assumed control the moment her mouth molded to the contours of his. Like a stuck punch in the stomach, the kiss left her off balance and grasping for some sense of stability.

But Heero refused to let her recover from his onslaught. His tongue teased the crease of her mouth and demanded access. He was beating her at her own game; she should be the one seducing, not being seduced. But with a blissful sigh, her lips parted and he took advantage.

Skilled hands skimmed down her back and callused fingers gently dug into her shoulders, coaxing them to relax. He stroked her until she purred with contentment against his mouth. She felt him smile, before he moved to trail kisses from the corner of her mouth, down toward her neck. His hands stopped their mission long enough to grasp her head and tilt it, exposing the sensitive skin.

The hiss escaped the moment his teeth scraped over the hollow of her neck. He nibbled and sucked, leaving reddish marks in his wake. Her fingernails bit into the muscles in his upper arms when he took some skin between his teeth and applied pressure.

She cried out as he gently tugged. Heat spread through her body, pooling in the pit of her stomach. Her hands let go of their grip on his arms and moved through his dark hair. Taking hold of his head, she pulled away from his bruising mouth. He growled his protest.

Untangling her hands from his hair, she rubbed the sensitized area. But Heero didn?t wait for her to catch her breath. His fingers wrapped around her breasts and squeezed. Again, pain was over run by a multitude of enjoyable sensations. Shifting underneath her, Heero leaned up and Relena gasped as his tongue began to lavish attention to the underside of her breasts. Her head fell back as his heated breath tickled her skin. He nuzzled, licked, and suckled her nipples until they were reddened and tight.

He squeezed her hips. Under his large hands, the thin ties of her g-string rolled across her skin. She watched his eyes darken while he rubbed the fabric between his finger and thumb. Relena tried to brush his hands away, so she could undo the flimsy ties on the panties, but Heero tightened his grip.

Nimble fingers pulled at the ends of the thin strings and the ties came undone. His hands traced down the curve of her hips and gently brushed away the ties. Now, the only thing that stood between them was the small scrap of material remaining of her g-string and a pair of jeans.

Relena looked down at the clothed man underneath of her, and for the first time, experienced the carnal urge to rip his shirt in half so she could splay her palms over his skin. Her once idle hands reached down to the waistband of his pants and pulled at the hem of his black shirt. But no matter how hard she tugged, the fabric wouldn?t pull free. Frustration colored her cheeks.

?Patience.?

?You can be patient on your time.? She grunted. ?I?ve waited long enough??

Finally, the shirt came free and with a little help from Heero, it was up and over his head in seconds. The smooth, bronzed skin bunched under the onslaught of the chilly air and then he hissed, as if burned, when she placed her hands on him. A shaky index finger traced the contours of his body, and she smirked in satisfaction when his stomach muscles fluttered under her touch.

As much as her journey, learning his body, excited her, it was the skin that teased her from just under the waistband of his jeans that sent her blood to a boil. Raising an eyebrow, she smiled.

?No underwear, Mr. Yuy?? Her fingers danced lower along his abs and toyed with the denim.

His response was lost in the soft groan that rumbled in his chest.

The sound was all the encouragement she needed. She fumbled to get his belt undone and muttered a few un-ladylike phrases in the process.

?Another thing to hold Duo responsible for.?

?Can we not think about Duo at this moment?? She asked, while pulling the belt through the loops. ?You can berate me on proper speech after I?ve had my way with you.?

The leather snapped free from the last loop and she flung it across the room. Before she could make another movement, Heero took hold of her hips and shifted her higher along his body. His arms tightened around her waist and he pulled her solidly against him. In the time it took her to blink, she found her back pressed into the softness of the comforter. He?d moved too fast for her to protest, and now she lay underneath his body, welcoming the weight that had her pinned to the bed.

His lips descended onto her skin again, attacking and bruising wherever they touched. He let go long enough to push his jeans over his hips and kick them off. She felt him pull away the last barrier between them before he settled between her legs. The heat of his body scalded her and she couldn?t help the sigh of bliss that whispered through her lips.

Winding her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer. Her mouth met his, and her cry was muffled against them as he surged into her. She arched her back and tightened her legs around Heero's waist.

They made love in a frenzy of tangled arms and legs, punctuated with heated touches and consuming kisses that left her struggling to take her next breath. All of the dreams she?d had about this moment had been erotic beyond her imagination, but the feel of him inside of her was a million times more exciting. Soon, their movements become more rushed as new sensations pooled in the center of her body.

Her hands gripped his shoulder, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to fight back the building pressure. They both were tightly strung and ready to snap, but she wanted the moment to last. Tiny pricks of pleasure raced through every nerve of her body. Unable to hold back the tide any longer, Relena squeezed her legs and held onto Heero when their worlds exploded at the same time.

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Her eyes fluttered a few times before she completely surfaced from oblivion. A frown marred her mood before she even opened her eyes. Someone had thrown back the heavy curtains and let the ?glorious? sunlight stream into her room. At the moment, she couldn?t think of a more heinous torture? Though the drum band rehearsing in the back part of her head came in a close second.

The bed creaked under her weight as she shifted to pull the blankets up over her head. Relena winced. Every muscle in her body screamed 'don't move' that was almost lost amidst the pounding in her head. But she ignored the sound and shut the world away on the other side of her comforter.

It smelled like him. His cologne had worked its way into the fabric sometime during one of their frantic ?tumbles in the sheets.? If she ever again ran across the professor that trained Heero, she would have to thank him for the stamina training. Wrapped in darkness and comforted by his scent, the headache began to ebb. After a few blissful moments, she decided to test her bravery and poke her head out from beneath the covers.

All signs of their lovemaking had been erased - save for the rumpled covers and the smeared remains of her make-up. Stretching, she tried to work out the kinks in her weary body, but it seemed like only a trip to the spa would be able to soothe away the soreness from her ?exertions? earlier that morning.

She was ready to climb from her bed to greet the day, when she heard the latch of the door release. Grabbing hold of the blanket, she hiked it up to her chin in an attempt to cover her nakedness from whoever was barging into her room.

Relena knew he saw the look of utter shock on her face before she?d had a chance to mask it. Never in a million years did she ever expect him to still be there in the morning?Carrying a breakfast tray across the room, no less.

?I thought you would have left by now.?

He seemed at a loss for words, almost as much as she was. They locked gazes before she broke the silence.

?You didn?t have to bring me breakfast in bed.?

?It?s nothing more than dry toast, black coffee, and some aspirin.?

Her empty stomach rejoiced. ?Right now, it sounds like a feast.?

He set the tray down on the nightstand and handed her a piece of toast.

?You know a girl could get used to this type of treatment.? She took a small bite, ?Tell me, do you know how to make pancakes??

?Yes.?

She set down the piece of toast and picked up the coffee cup. The warmth sunk slowly into her hands and when it finally burned she looked at him. He was wearing the same clothes she'd 'ripped' off him the night before and a few stray strands of hair stood up at odd angles.

It made her love him more.

"Is there any hope that you'd be willing to make me pancakes for dinner tonight?"

Rolling off her tongue, it sounded like a childish request, but it was as close as she was going to come to asking him to stay.

He frowned. "Breakfast for dinner?"

She nodded. "You haven't lived until you've had a plate of pancakes, smothered in syrup, while watching the eight o'clock movie."

"Hn."

She lifted the cup to her mouth to hide her disappointment. It trembled in her hand.

"Fine. But then it's your turn to make me breakfast in the morning."

The mug nearly slipped from her hand. She kept her face calm, though emotions poured through her and threatened to spill over in the form of tears. Nodding, she took the aspirin he offered and chased them with a mouthful of coffee.

"Y-you'll have to tell me what you like. I'm afraid I'm not the best cook." She lifted her gaze to meet his. He smirked and let out a breath in something like a silent laugh.

"What?"

Heero took the mug from her hand and placed it on the nightstand before sitting down on the mattress. Her heart sped up at his proximity; she could see the dark circles under his eyes. Her hand came up to touch his cheek.

He glared back.

Then he kissed her.

She had the sensation of falling, and realized, too late, he had pushed her back down on the bed. He pulled the covers away from her chest and cupped her breast in his palm. He tasted like coffee, and his lips were as warm as her mug had been.

Heero broke away; he hovered over her, his hand still kneading her chest. She waited for him to kiss her again, to make love to her again? But several seconds later, she was still just feeling him breathe and smelled his breath - coffee breath. Relena opened her eyes. He was staring down at her.

"I'm not staying for the pancakes, Relena."

She blinked. Pancakes. Who could think about pancakes right now? "Huh?"

"Coffee. Just coffee." He pulled his shirt off, over his head, then leaned back down, over her, for a kiss.

Bare skin to bare skin, she was falling again. His mouth nibbled at her chin and down to her neck. Cool beads of sweat formed on her skin as her entire body reacted to his touch.

"I can?make coffee."

Heero moved lower, and claimed her right breast with his tongue. "Everyday?" He asked, his warm breath teasing her nipple when he spoke.

"Mmmmmmm?" Was her coherent reply. He stripped the comforter from the rest of her body, and removed his pants. She watched him for a moment through half open eyes, before she closed them again. Her body instantly warmed when he crawled back over her again, completely nude.

She waited for him to begin, to kiss her again in that wildly passionate way that would ignite her skin into an all-out flame, then invade her body and make her his again. Seconds passed, and he didn't move. She peered up at him.

"Heero?"

His face was so serious. His _expression absolutely grave as he looked at her.

"What's wrong?"

Finally, an eyebrow lifted. "I lied. I don't want just coffee."

She opened her mouth to reply, but he stopped her short. His mouth descended on hers, demanding her kiss as he roughly entered her body.

Relena lay there, listening to their panting, gasping breaths finally slow.

"Everyday?"

Heero rolled his head to the side so he could look at her. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "If you insist."

Relena gaped. "You--" She snagged the pillow behind her head and tried to hit him with it. He blocked the blow.

Heero sat up and gazed down at her. His eyes softened from their usual hard set _expression. He ran a hand through her hair fanned out across the mattress, then abruptly stood up and turned away.

"Heer--"

"If you want me to stay, I'll stay."

"I do?want you to stay. I?I love you, Heero."

She saw his shoulders stiffen, then release. His head bowed slightly forward. "I know."

Silence reigned throughout the room for a few moments. Heero finally turned, that serious _expression once again gripping his features. "Relena, I--"

She smiled. "You love me, too."

He nodded and his face relaxed.

"I know."

[bookworm]

*giggle* Whoa! *fans thyself* That was HOT!!! *raises fist in the air* Way to hentai! Hentai rules!! to Loyce!!!

[The Engrish Spy]

great story... was lovely... angsty and lovely all wraped up in one nice warm blanket... ahhhhhh ! gonna bounce off to bed now!

Engrish

[Raspberry]

Yeah! That was it! Hentai fanfics are the best! And this story was so warm...*sigh* Great job!

[NafX]

Oooh .. oh ... oh my ... *dreamy sigh*
That was WONDERFUL !!!!!
You SO made my day ...

Lovely stuff ...

~Nat.

[Fatimai1]

aww soo sweet!

[Broken Faith]

I love it i love it i love it! What made this entire fic was the whole bringing-breakfast-only-if-you-make-me-breakfast-tomorrow talk! that was so wonderful! the entire thing was wonderful!!!!!! ....but, um, what happened with hilde and duo? do we get to know? can i know? please? pleeeease?

excellent hentai

[teardropdangel]

LUV IT LUV IT LUV IT LUV IT.....Did I fail to mention that I LUV it? That was soooo cute.

[WindCloud]

WOOHOO great...aahah so many nc-17 fics...=D

[matisleonhart]

stupid baka! Done stole my idea for the stocking and garter belt. oh, fic was great, liked it alot