The Scandalous Proposal
teardropdangel
Rated: Er...I guess PG-13...with warnings of language.
AN: This was a great idea Leia!
I loved all of the drabbles so far.
I came up with this one a while ago, but never finished it. As of lately, I haven't been able to write anything decent with Heero and Relena. :-?
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"I want you to be my lover, Heero."
The words hung in the air as pure, undiluted shock riveted through Heero Yuy, leaving him only with the ability to stare at Relena. It wasn't an easy feat to stun the Perfect Soldier, but this woman standing in his doorway accomplished the task with one sentence. Hell, Heero thought through the haze, Relena managed to make him hard whenever she so much as glanced in his direction.
Relena flushed at his prolonged silence and cleared her throat. She saw nothing on his face that would indicate any nuance of emotion, let alone shock. She almost gave into the breathtaking impulse to apologize and run for her life. Her duty, however, kept her from doing exactly that. "May I come in?
Heero moved aside to allow her passage and closed the door behind her. He fought a very primal urge to lock the door as well. Her presence in his apartment and her bold statement earlier did nothing to hamper his lust for her. "Would you like to explain yourself, Relena?" he asked, his tone gruff.
"Of course." She looked very uncomfortable for a moment, but recovered quickly. "You are aware of my announcement that I marry within a year?"
Training his facial expression to indifference with practiced ease, he nodded. ?Yes, I have." His flat tone betrayed none of the vehement opposition he felt towards that particular career move. For that was exactly what it was. The Vice Foreign Minister was of age and the public wanted her married.
"Well, I've found a suitable candidate.?
His eyebrows furrowed into a slight frown. A foreign emotion* sliced through him, the sensation nearly painful. Was she dating someone without his knowledge? As soon as the thought surfaced he banished it. He was the head of her security. He would know.
Relena mistook his expression for impatience and hastened to explain. "My advisors helped me pick him. Maybe if you knew his name it would make things a bit clearer. His name is Andrew Forester."
Heero searched his memory for an identification to go along with the name. "Andrew Forester."
Recollection dawned as a fierce grimace graced Heero's face. "Andrew Forester, the playboy of politics? That's who you've chosen to marry?"
"He is the only man eligible man under forty with a similar political orientation as myself," she protested, even as crimson crept into her cheeks. "And despite his promiscuous reputation, he seems like a nice person."
The grimace gave way to a deadly, chilling glare. "You've met him?"
"Yes, I have," she said, but didn't elaborate.
"Is he willing to give up his days and nights of orgies to marry you?" he asked brusquely.
"That's precisely the problem," she muttered, turning away from him. "It seems Forester likes his women experienced and I'm not exactly a skilled expert in that field." Suddenly those blue eyes pinned him to the spot. "I know you've made it clear that you have no interest in me. But I trust you. I trust you not to take advantage of me. If you became my lover I can gain enough experience to hold his interest for some time."
As he listened to her, Heero felt a heavy sinking feeling that he'd been wrong in withholding his feelings for her. However, protecting her was still his most important priority. Even if it was from himself. "Let me get this straight. You want me to fuck you, so that you can fuck Forester?" he asked, deliberately crude.
Her face was aflame. "Well, when you say it like..."
Her words trailed off as he stalked across the room to her. "Yes or no, Relena?"
She blinked, disconcerted at the intensity of his gaze. "Yes."
"No." Some detached part of himself questioned his sanity. The woman plagued his every fantasy and he was saying no? "No, I won't be your lover," he declared with patent finality.
It was Relena's turn to frown. "Why not? You aren't exactly discriminating, either, if the rumors are anything to go by."
Damnit. He expected her to relent, to acquiesce to his wishes, not demand an explanation. He didn't bother to respond to her jab; he merely stared her down, almost nonchalantly.
"It is common knowledge that you sleep with a different woman every week, Heero. So it is clear that you have no objections to sleeping with women whom you have no emotional tie to." She paused, drawing in a steady breath as she met his glare directly. "I said I understood that you weren't interested in a relationship with me. Even though that was difficult for me to accept, I finally have,? she lied. ?I think of you as a friend. Consider this simply as a favor between to friends."
Somehow that statement didn't soothe him into agreement. When he spoke, his voice held a chilling tone. "Did you happen to make this request to any other of your friends?"
Pink stained her cheeks as indignation and anger filled her. "Of course not, Heero," she said in a haughty tone. "You see, unlike yourself, I don't whore myself around to every eligible man who can get it up. I have your answer. Thank you for your time." She moved to walk away from him.
His hand captured her upper arm and held her in place. "Damnit, Relena, I didn't mean it like that."
"Oh?" A brow arched with sharp sarcasm. "Well, you weren't too far from the truth. I will go ask someone else now."
"Like hell you are," he growled.
She frowned. What the hell was he playing at? It was obvious that he didn't want to sleep with her. Why the resistance now? "You couldn't stop me."
"Don't push me.? He swore to himself. He couldn't allow her to go off and ask someone to fuck her.
"You are truly a contradictive man, Heero. You refuse to make love to me, but-"
"I'll do it."
She eyed him speculatively, as if considering his true intent. "You'll do what?"
"I'll be you lover. I'll teach you everything you need to know."
Relena sighed, the passionate anger she'd felt a moment ago dissipated. "Heero, if what I ask of you is such an arduous task to you, do not feel obligated to agree to..."
The hand on her arm tightened once, then jerked her forward. His control, his restraint, was nearly breaking. "I said I'll do it."
You all are such good writers. It truely is amazing how you all just pull that kind of material out of your heads. I love it all!
Well written; I enjoyed EVERY minute of it. In fact, I nearly had my face plastered to the screen.. hehehe 
