Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2003 3:19 am
My turn! Very short, Im afraid, but I hope it will do ^^
Relena sat at the meeting table pulling her face into a mask of polite interest. To every observer she was listening and participating in the discussion, but reality she was replaying the events over in her mind. It had all started so easily; the whole purpose of getting Heero undressed in the limo was to demonstrate to him how uncomfortable it was to be scrutinized so closely. Unfortunately it has all gone horribly wrong as she had fallen under the spell of his sculptured chest. Rather than teach him a lesson she had indulged herself in what only could be described as a session of heavy petting.
She felt herself blush as she recalled the touch of Heero's lips against her skin, the sensation of his breath tingling against her neck, the caress of his fingers on her... She shook her head slightly trying to dispel the rising warmth she felt in her abdomen and cast a quick glance towards him.
He stood in his usual position leaning against the wall, his arms crossed and his eyes closed. Security was tight around the building and his stance showed that he was confident that Relena and the other delegates were in no danger. Whilst he had his eyes closed she allowed hers to remain on him.
Relena felt longing as she watched him, she wished that she could leave the table drag him back to the car and finish what they had started. She grimaced slightly. Actually, she wished she could talk to him and explain why she had acted as she had. She had waited so long for their relationship to develop into a sexual one, she did not want it to start on the basis of what was in actuality a set up. She wanted their relationship to be a long term one, not one of a few hurried minutes in the back of a car.
Heero suddenly frowned, his hands clenching a little. Relena raised an eyebrow. Was he actually asleep? He jerked loosing his balance slightly before straightening, his eyes open and staring around the room. He made eye contact with Relena and flushed slightly before one of his hands dropped to his pocket. He almost visibly sighed as he found what he was searching for, then again folded his arms and stared out the window ignoring the puzzled glance Relena was giving him.
Relena sighed, and turned her attention back to the meeting. The sooner it was over with, the sooner she could try and fix this mess she was in.
* * *
Heero knew that she was watching him, but continued to look out the window with studious intent. The dream he had of embarrassing Relena in front of her political associates was almost of nightmare proportions. He would never do such a thing to her, she was too important to him. Yes, she had probably set him up in the limo but he was sure that her responses to his caresses and kisses had been completely genuine. She was too sincere, too honest to fake such a reaction.
He frowned, his fingers absently touching the delicate lace in his pocket. If Wufei had not interrupted them they would certainly have consummated their relationship in the back seat of the limo.
Heero's fingers tightened around the lace. Wufei was the one his anger should be directed towards, not Relena. He was the one that had interrupted them at what was an extremely interesting point. Heero allowed his mouth to pull into a little smirk.
And as soon as this meeting was over, Wufei was going to pay.
Relena sat at the meeting table pulling her face into a mask of polite interest. To every observer she was listening and participating in the discussion, but reality she was replaying the events over in her mind. It had all started so easily; the whole purpose of getting Heero undressed in the limo was to demonstrate to him how uncomfortable it was to be scrutinized so closely. Unfortunately it has all gone horribly wrong as she had fallen under the spell of his sculptured chest. Rather than teach him a lesson she had indulged herself in what only could be described as a session of heavy petting.
She felt herself blush as she recalled the touch of Heero's lips against her skin, the sensation of his breath tingling against her neck, the caress of his fingers on her... She shook her head slightly trying to dispel the rising warmth she felt in her abdomen and cast a quick glance towards him.
He stood in his usual position leaning against the wall, his arms crossed and his eyes closed. Security was tight around the building and his stance showed that he was confident that Relena and the other delegates were in no danger. Whilst he had his eyes closed she allowed hers to remain on him.
Relena felt longing as she watched him, she wished that she could leave the table drag him back to the car and finish what they had started. She grimaced slightly. Actually, she wished she could talk to him and explain why she had acted as she had. She had waited so long for their relationship to develop into a sexual one, she did not want it to start on the basis of what was in actuality a set up. She wanted their relationship to be a long term one, not one of a few hurried minutes in the back of a car.
Heero suddenly frowned, his hands clenching a little. Relena raised an eyebrow. Was he actually asleep? He jerked loosing his balance slightly before straightening, his eyes open and staring around the room. He made eye contact with Relena and flushed slightly before one of his hands dropped to his pocket. He almost visibly sighed as he found what he was searching for, then again folded his arms and stared out the window ignoring the puzzled glance Relena was giving him.
Relena sighed, and turned her attention back to the meeting. The sooner it was over with, the sooner she could try and fix this mess she was in.
* * *
Heero knew that she was watching him, but continued to look out the window with studious intent. The dream he had of embarrassing Relena in front of her political associates was almost of nightmare proportions. He would never do such a thing to her, she was too important to him. Yes, she had probably set him up in the limo but he was sure that her responses to his caresses and kisses had been completely genuine. She was too sincere, too honest to fake such a reaction.
He frowned, his fingers absently touching the delicate lace in his pocket. If Wufei had not interrupted them they would certainly have consummated their relationship in the back seat of the limo.
Heero's fingers tightened around the lace. Wufei was the one his anger should be directed towards, not Relena. He was the one that had interrupted them at what was an extremely interesting point. Heero allowed his mouth to pull into a little smirk.
And as soon as this meeting was over, Wufei was going to pay.
I liked it. *smile* Just wait till I get back up there again...wait...never mind
to Engrish. Morrighan, your turn, then!!!
