I'll try and talk her into joining this forum and see if she'll post the rest of her fics at this place.A side note regarding the doughnut situation at the end is this. I believe in pt 3, Relena had her own evil ideas and teased Heero with a doughnut he wanted which in turn lead the fic into a nice little lemon scene between the two
So enjoy this part of the fic.
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Dedicated to Beck... the biggest 3x11 lover I know!
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Tactics
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4
The Chain of Command
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Trowa--Preventer's HQ
Friday--10:15 am
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Trowa shook his head as he left Duo's office. He didn't even want to hear what Duo had to say about all the weird sex paraphernalia and lingerie strewn across his office...not to mention what kind of plans he had for that bizarre exercise bike. ...or should that be sexercise? Damn! Five minutes in Duo's office and he was already thinking like a brain dead pervert.
Flicking his bangs out of his eyes, he glanced back down the hall to make sure Duo's door was still shut and Heero hadn't followed him out. Seeing that the hall was still clear, he sprinted the rest of the way and made a quick turn into the break room...already able to taste the victory of nagging the last raspberry doughnut while Heero was still busy playing Dr. Ruth with the sexually delinquent Duo.
He skidded to a stop when he spied the empty plate beside the coffee machine. The only testimony that there had ever been any delicious raspberry filled doughnuts was a thin film of sticky glaze and a tiny little glob of red jelly in the middle of the plate. Mournfully he scooped it up on his finger and savored the sweet flavor as he licked it off. Disdainfully glaring at the half-full plate of nasty powered blueberry doughnuts, he turned around and saw WuFei sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and a small empty plate beside him. Trowa glared and uttered a small growl.
"Hey! I didn't take your damn doughnut. Sally brought me in some dim sum left over from last night. Everyone knows not to come between you and Heero and your silly raspberry doughnuts." He finished his coffee and took it to the sink. "Don't you think this is getting a little out of hand? Seriously, between you and Heero fighting over empty calorie junk food, and Duo's weird..." he shuddered. "Have you been to Duo's office this morning?"
"Yeah."
"He's finally lost it. He's going to become a hazard to us all with his idiot schemes and foolish behavior." WuFei turned his nose up in superior disgust.
"No, he's just lonely, and frustrated, and all that stuff in his office is just the Duo-way of dealing with, and correcting, the problem. Hilde's so on the level with him that she'll probably totally understand and enjoy everything he has planned." Trowa's lips curved up slightly. "They're perfect for each other, and it's about time he took the initiative."
Wu grabbed a stack of files he'd laid on the table before he'd started eating, "That woman's as crazy as he is. If they get together, it'll never be safe to go into his office...or the storage closets...or the elevator...or probably to even eat off this table." He shuddered again and turned a little green. Reaching across the counter he snatched a powered doughnut and threw it down on the table. "Be adventurous and try new things Barton!" Laughing snidely he left and made his way down to his office to finally get some work done.
Trowa looked at the nasty doughnut with black looking goo coming out the side. "Hmph, as if." Feeling insulted, hungry, and really pissed off, he decided to take it straight to the top and get this little matter fixed.
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Her office, along with the main conference room and formal entertainment areas, was located on the floor above his. The set-up was a bit more posh since this was the part of Preventers that was usually presented to the world in interviews and diplomatic parties, and the Commander's office was positioned at the end of the long hall with tall dark imposing double doors barring the entrance. They were meant to be as intimidating as the woman herself, but he knew her better than anyone, and he was currently so mad about the poor condition of the daily rations being provided, that he didn't have the patience to go through the proper channels to make his complaint. He was here at the top and nothing was going to stop him.
The heavy wooden doors weren't locked and made quite a satisfying bang when they were thrown open. The shock on her face at being startled in such a way was priceless, and Trowa took full advantage of her temporary frozen state.
The weight and balance of the doors slowly swung them shut with a soft click and Trowa leaned back against them and silently twisted the lock.
"Commander, we have to talk."
Une sat behind her desk looking uncharacteristically flustered as she skimmed through her date book. "Lt. Barton, I don't believe we had an appointment this morning, did we?" She stood up from her seat as he approached the front of her desk.
"No. You know very well we meet on Monday's, Wednesday's, and every fourth Saturday. I'm here on business this time. There is a situation going on that is harming this agency. It's zapping the morale of officers and causing the organization to continuously lose money. As a high ranking member of the Preventers, I felt it was my duty to report this matter ASAP and have the culprits reprimanded and the problem corrected."
"Have you discussed this with Major Po? She hasn't reported any internal felonious activity to me."
"I didn't tell Sally. I'm telling you." He walked around her desk and stood mere inches from her. "I'm trusting you to do something about it." He pulled at the blue ribbon holding her hair back in a low ponytail and swept the cascading hair behind her ear before he breathed softly into it. "You will do something won't you Une?" He kissed her ear softly, letting his warm lips brush down against the sensitive skin of her neck, sucking lightly against her pulse.
She ran her hands up under his shirt and grasped the hard muscles of his waist to keep from falling down. "What do you want done Trowa?" Her head fell back when he licked across her throat and began unbuttoning her uniform jacket.
"I want more raspberry jelly doughnuts." He pushed the jacket off and kissed the exposed skin of her chest above the tight white silk tee she had on under the jacket.
"There's plenty of..." She caught her breath when he pulled the shirt up over head, tossing it across her desk. "...doughnuts..." He squeezed her satin covered breasts before flipping open the front clasp and kissing each soft pink tip. She sighed. "...we throw some...away... " He knelt before her, kissing the smooth skin of her stomach. She moaned. "every...day..." Her legs started to give and she moved to sit down, but he held her in place as he licked at her belly button and his deft hands made quick work of striping off her skirt and panties.
"There's never enough!" He pushed her down into her chair and grabbing her upper thighs, pulled her forward until she was sitting on the edge. Pushing her knees apart, he gazed at a heaven that only he possessed. She wiggled, anticipating what she knew came next, and silently chastising him for making her wait.
"Forget the doughnuts!" She buried her hands in his hair and pulled him forward. He only hesitated one brief second before latching onto the bundle of nerves at the apex of his love.
He was a master of the art of driving her insane. Years of sporadic practice had recently turned into regular sparring matches, and he now knew every secret, every nerve, every touch that would push her over the edge. His fingers skillfully joined his tongue and worked her into a frenzy; her hips rising to meet his fingers and trying to force his mouth tighter against her.
Always a forceful woman used to being obeyed and catered to, she voiced her immense displeasure when he withdrew all stimulation and leaned against her reclining body to whisper against her lips. "Raspberry doughnuts, baby. Promise?"
His lips curved into a smile against hers when he felt her hands yanking at his belt and the fastenings of his pants. She didn't even bother with taking them or his shoes off; she just shoved them down to his knees and pushed him onto the floor where she straddled his hips and took him all the way in in one fell swoop.
"Shut up Trowa!" She bent over him and took his lips in a rough deep kiss, and rode him hard, grinding her hips into his, taking everything he had to offer and demanding more... demanding all of him, not just body, but his soul as well. Working him until he gave surrendered and came inside her as her own internal spasms urged him on and on in continuous pleasure until they both lay exhausted and panting on the floor.
With her face buried against his neck, she began laughing and pushed herself up. "Trowa, I really do like these unscheduled meetings." She stood and gave him a hand up.
His arms went around her and held her close, kissing her gently before tightening his embrace. "You know we have to be careful what we do here Une." He kissed her again before releasing her and collapsing on a near by couch, pants still around his ankles.
"Nonsense! The door is locked, no one except you ever comes in unannounced, and besides everyone knows what we do here anyway." Comfortable with her nakedness she went over to the small fridge in the built in bar, then curled up beside him on the couch.
"Here, you'll like this." She handed him a tall glass of ice cold milk and smiled devilishly.
He looked at the contents of the glass and then looked at her. "I think I'm a little old for this... how about a beer or at least some tea?"
Une smirked then reached behind him to a long table running the length of the back of the couch and pulled out a plated covered with a linen. "But milk goes so well with these!" She pulled off the cloth and Trowa was stunned...there lay eleven perfect, luscious, shiny, glazed doughnuts over filled with red jelly that was oozing out the sides.
He pulled away from her and grabbed the plate. "You're the one who's been swiping all the raspberry doughnuts!"
She grabbed one and ate half in one blissful bite. "I can't help it Trowa. They're just so good!"
He thought about how insane the whole situation was then settled back against her and started to laugh.
She was just perfect.
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Trowa, finally having kicked off his shoes and pants, had joined Une in a doughnut binge and between the two of them, they devoured all eleven heavenly confections. Afterwards they lay slouched against the couch, replete from sex and sugar and now content to just relax in the afterglow.
"You know Trowa, I don't know how much longer I can eat like this...I'm going to be showing soon and sweets will only make it worse."
Trowa rubbed her still flat belly and kissed her. "Well, I know a great way to work off some extra calories, and Duo knows about this fitness company who specializes in this unique kind of exercise bike..." He mentally made a note to talk to Duo... maybe he wasn't such an idiot after all.
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As he got off the elevator and headed back to his office he passed Heero in the hall.
Heero looked smug, like he'd just gotten something over on him...maybe he'd gotten that doughnut in the break room after all... His next words confirmed it. "That jelly doughnut was damn good."
Trowa smiled back enigmatically and kept walking... "It sure was." He made it to his office before he started laughing. Poor Heero, the joke was on him... Heero may have gotten that one little measly doughnut in the break room, but HE had gotten a share of the missing eleven, AND got to have sex with his lover/Commander/...wife.
Ha! Life was good!
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ok...probably a few explanations are in order here since some things won't be explained clearly until later in the fic. Yes, Une and Trowa are married... yes, she is pregnant... yes, they have "on the job" scheduled sex in her office every Monday, Wednesday, and fourth Saturday (when he's scheduled to work).
This ends the Mystery of the Missing Raspberry Doughnuts saga. Next comes Duo's preparation of naughtiness for Hilde's weekly Friday-night-is-movie-and-pizza-night visit. However...Hilde just might surprise our sexy boy wonder and beat him at his own game.
Thanks for reading!
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saba
