(D2 Entry) Assuage the Pain (NC-17)
Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2003 7:55 pm
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai and Sunrise. Not me. Please don't sue. =(
ASSUAGE THE PAIN
By Cinpii
thegrimleaper@hotmail.com
Categories: Lemon, One-shot, Romance
Warnings: NC-17 rating. A/U. Proceed at your own risk. ^.~
This fic is an excerpt from Undercurrents. However, no knowledge of that series is needed to enjoy this work. For the purposes of this contest, please consider this fic as a stand alone piece.
Summary: When Relena takes a tumble down the stairs, Heero tries to mitigate the pain.
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He hated to see her hurting. She didn?t say anything, she didn?t have to. Her eyes were expressive enough. Huge pools of aquamarines, glistening, trying to hold back the tears of immense pain. It reminded him too much of their first time, how he had hurt her and how much he wanted to give her pleasure to mask that overwhelming torment.
Relena?s fall down the stairs was a surprise to all. The one moment Heero wasn?t standing by her side at Quatre?s Halloween party was the moment disaster chose to strike. Although Duo had suspicions that her fall was not completely accidental, Heero had no time for accusations. Relena was his main concern. Seeing her safely sent to the Po clinic and taken care of was the only thing on Heero?s mind.
He closed his eyes and cruel images of Relena?s crumpled body lying on the unyielding floor assaulted his thoughts. The gauzy skirt of her deep red dress flared about her slim body, looking too much at first glance like she was lying in a pool of fresh blood. He had pushed his way through the astonished crowd and knelt next to her unmoving figure, fearing the worst.
It was low, almost unperceivable, but he heard it.
A whimper.
It wasn?t because of his physical proximity, but because his senses was so deeply in tune to her. It was always this way. From the first time they met, Heero was drawn to Relena in a way he never fathomed possible.
And he was so relieved. He raised his head to shout out instructions, but Wufei had beaten him to it. It was one of the few times Heero was deeply appreciative of Wufei?s bossy, commanding nature. His Chinese friend had never lost his cool under times of distress and for that, Heero was grateful.
Waiting for the medics to come, Heero spent his time tenderly stroking Relena?s hair from her damp brow, the repetitive gesture as much to soothe her as for himself. His heart was beating so fast from worry; it was all he could do to smother it. It would not do for Relena to see him panicking. So he whispered soft, gentle words into her ear to calm her and perhaps distract her mind from the pain.
Curled into a fetal position, she was clutching her left wrist to her body. Her pretty face was riddled with unspoken hurt, her bottom lip deeply bitten down so as to not cry out. She was so strong, he remembered thinking. And so fragile. He wanted to always protect her.
Help had come quickly and the next two hours was a blur. Dr. Po had compassionate, efficient hands and Relena?s face had relaxed after she was given the injection of painkillers. They were very lucky. Aside from a few minor bruises, her broken left wrist was the only casualty. It had taken the full brunt of her fall and buckled under the strain. He had observed how the white plaster cast was carefully constructed. It began at her palm and ended at the middle of her forearm. She could not move her fingers, but she could at least bend her elbow.
The ride back from the clinic was quiet. It was dark and cold; the earth well into the autumn season. The powerful headlights of his red jeep illuminated the golden crimson scatters of drifting leaves. Subdued, they registered little. Relena?s aquamarines were shuttered from the world. Heero was too deeply entrenched in his thoughts to concentrate on the flowing scenery as well.
His mind was running a mile a minute. Her fall down the stairs was brief but terrifying. If it wasn?t for her body?s innate reflexes to raise her arms, any number of horrific things could have happened. She had to be going through some emotional turmoil. Something like that would shake anyone up.
He just wanted to comfort her. The doctor had told him to keep her rested, mind and body, so as to help speed her recovery. Heero took the physician?s words like a mission statement, his commitment absolute. The ordeal was taxing on both of them but Heero?s sense of duty filled him with renewed strength. He would distract her from her daze and ease her pain no matter what it took.
Heero wanted to see Relena smile again.
And now they were home. Their home. From her expressive eyes, Heero could tell that the injection was wearing off. He strode to the kitchen for a glass of water so that she could swallow her painkillers. The pills were strong but would not take effect until 30 minutes after consumption. Heero wondered what to do in the meantime. Until her blood system absorbed the chemicals, Relena would be in a lot of agony.
He would not allow that to happen. Heero racked his brain, trying to think of how to distract her from the impending torture.
His eyebrows shot up when the idea hit him. Of course. What was the best way to make Relena forget about her pain?
To give the anti-thesis of pain.
An orgasm. Perfect.
Yet Heero?s triumphant grin was momentary. There were? complications.
It wasn?t her broken wrist that would severely limit the activity he had in mind. That was a minute hurdle. Troublesome, but easily deflectable. No, Relena?s broken wrist was not so much a problem as something else.
She was still incredibly shy.
Relena was very affectionate, but when things got more intimate, she still blushed. He knew she enjoyed their previous interludes; some reactions simply could not be faked. Like the delicate way she shivered when he mouthed her neck, or the goosebumps that rose when he caressed her lower spine, or how her breathing hitched when he was pushing her down in his bed and?
Heero?s ears took on the faintest tinge of red.
Their intimacy was new to him as well. He could count on one hand the amount of times they?d coupled and still have fingers to spare. He was eager to increase that number, but this required caution and careful thinking. A jumpy Relena would be detrimental to his goal, and Heero took missions very seriously. He needed to decrease her anxiety and focus her mind on something other than her wrist.
He was filling the tumbler with water when it hit him.
Water.
Heero snapped his fingers. A warm, refreshing bath would be the perfect thing to relax her. He could also give her a massage to soothe her stiffen muscles.
Afterwards?
Well afterwards, that would involve a bed, some strategically placed pillows, perhaps even a scarf. What better way to get Relena?s mind off the pain than to induce mindless pleasure?
By the time he was done with her, she?d be too pliant and needy to be skittish. Her virginal nerves would be effectively nullified.
Heero smirked.
This was gonna be fun.
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They stood in the bathroom facing each other, the bathtub faucet running full blast. Heero had poured a generous amount of lavender scented foaming liquid and the frothy white mountains were already forming.
Relena?s heart was racing along with the furious pumping water. Oh, she was calm when Heero told her he was going to run her a bath. She had sat docilely while he carefully wrapped her cast covered wrist in a fluffy towel, and even thought how resourceful he was to also protect it with a plastic bag to shield against any errant wetness. She did not even raise an objection when Heero tugged the zipper of her gauzy, spaghetti strap dress down. She had remained calm and collected, grateful for his hands and help.
But that was before she learned that he planned to join her.
She had blinked, stupefied, as Heero?s hands then went up to his collar and started working on the buttons of his shirt. Cool as a cucumber, like undressing in front of a girl was the most normal thing in the world. When he had started working on his belt, that was when it hit her.
Heero wasn?t going to leave.
For some reason, this panicked her. Apprehension gripped her emotions in a tight vice. Her heart rate accelerated as unwanted adrenaline flooded her system, readying her body for flight. The frantic pounding of her pulse thrummed in her ears, and it was a wonder to Relena that the normally astute person in front of her was completely clueless.
Opposed to her will, her flimsy straps had slipped down. With the zipper gaping, the front of her dress sagged considerably. The slinky red silk only remained shielding her breasts because her good hand tenaciously held it up, the fist bunched with tension.
Heero?s head was bent, looking down as he worked at his buckle. Relena?s teeth worried at her bottom lip, the anxiety flowing off her in waves.
He was not leaving.
Why?!
She shifted from foot to foot, unable to remain still. Heero, too intent on his own undressing, did not notice Relena?s state of distress. Her cheeks flushed at his nearness. Heero?s warm, overwhelming masculinity was making her fidgety and shy. His presence seemed to fill the entire room, causing Relena to feel small, trapped, and entirely too exposed for her own comfort.
Her left wrist was broken and useless and her dress was most definitely not covering enough of her body. The drawn zipper exposed her back almost entirely and she cursed herself for skipping her bra. Without the shelter clothing provided, without the full usage of her body, Relena knew she was at a distinct disadvantage.
She was vulnerable. Defenseless. And the room was shrinking with every passing second.
Trapped in the enclosed space, inches away from a rapidly undressing Heero, Relena became more edgy and distressed.
His raw virility was unnerving her.
It was too fast. She wasn?t ready for this. She just broke her wrist, for Pete?s sake. He couldn?t possibly expect her to just nonchalantly get naked and take a bath with him, could he?
So they did some things. Memories of Heero pressing her against the kitchen wall, his hands under her sweater as his tongue delved into her mouth flashed through her mind.
Ok, so they did more than just some things. Hot recollections of lying under Heero, his eyes intense as his hips repeatedly pushed into her assaulted her consciousness.
Relena blushed. She still wasn?t ready for a new level of intimacy. It was going to take a lot of convincing on his part if he expected her to submit willingly.
Unable to cover herself with the silky dress, she attempted to hide behind her lengthy hair by tipping her head forward and covering her bared shoulders with the shiny strands.
Which was a total mistake. The act of tipping her head down shifted her gaze. Instead of looking at Heero?s exposed and very, very nice chest, Relena now found herself staring a lot? lower.
She looked away quickly, but the effect of her inadvertent glimpse still lingered. Her cheeks became fiery and her knees just the slightest bit weak. For several seconds, she reminded herself to breathe. Heero was graced with a beautiful physique and his *ahem* size was nothing to sneeze at.
I did not just see that. I did not just see that. I did not just see?
?Lena.?
Relena jerked her head up at the voice.
?Do you need help??
?H-help?? She could have sworn she squeaked the word.
Heero smiled gently at her. He took the half step that completely closed the distance between them. Knowing that she was still skittish, Heero looked directly into wide eyes and placed his hands on faintly trembling shoulders. He bent his head to capture her lips in a sweet, calming kiss. Any token resistance dissolved as she melted into it. Damn, he was good at that.
Relena closed her lids instinctively, drawing from Heero warmth and comfort. She was scared, but she trusted him wholly. Being with Heero made her feel special and cherished. Why was she worried? He would never force her. She was silly to be so apprehensive.
Heero?s palms smoothed a path down her arms, dragging the thin straps along slowly. Relena shivered from the sensual caress, her mind distantly amazed at how such an innocent touch could induce such pleasure. Her resistance was crumbling. The good hand that was holding the fabric surrendered its grip, Relena?s limbs growing slack with each of Heero?s ministrations. Her body relaxed against his. He was so warm.
His lips continued to move upon hers, taking their time, enjoying the sweetness of her honeyed mouth. She made a little noise in the back of her throat, a cross between a whimper and moan.
Red fabric crumpled to the floor.
Too caught up in Heero?s spell, his warm hands trailing lightly down her ribcage, brushing her tiny waist, pass the subtle curve of her hips, Relena didn?t notice that they were inching toward the steaming tub, or that Heero was successfully removing the last barrier that stood between their naked bodies.
Soft white cotton joined its red companion a small distance away.
His fingers flayed upon her hips, wanting so much to caress more velvet flesh. He wanted to crush her body to him and draw sweet sounds from her mouth. He wanted to push apart her thighs and?
But instead he practiced stern restraint and held her lower body away. Relena was finally relaxed and supple in his arms and Heero did not want to alarm her by inadvertently brushing her smooth belly with his aware state.
Bringing her attention to how responsive his body was to her own was probably not the best idea at the moment.
Gazing tenderly into her eyes, Heero lowered them both into the heated water, the mountain of bubbles instantly engulfing their bodies. Relaxed from Heero?s kisses, her naked body obscured behind clouds of glorious foam, and soaking in the warm, scented water, Relena felt what little remaining tension and fear vanish.
Her encased wrist was propped on the tub?s edge so that it would not get wet. Heero leaned over to shut the taps, his nearness bringing their bodies together disconcertingly. The tub was generous in size but still she had to part her thighs so that he could get close enough to the handles. The knowledge of his knee scant inches from her femininity did not escape her.
Albeit the bubbles were high and she really didn?t see anything aside from the sculpted muscles of his lower abs, the keen awareness of his sex that close to her face left her flustered. Relena leaned far to the right to let him reach the taps, but his hip brushed innocuously against her anyway. That hot graze of his hip against the side of her breast created a surprising tingle that shot through her system. The inadvertent contact pebbled her skin, tightened the dark tips of her pert chest. She blushed prettily and pretended not to notice, scolding herself all the while for not thinking to turn the water off herself.
Looking to get things started, Heero took the initiative and motioned for her to turn around.
?I?m going to wash your hair.?
She was absurdly pleased by this, for she knew the task would be impossible on her own. Her tresses were too long to easily manage with one hand and she loathed the thought of skipping that part of her bathing ritual.
He guided her into a laying position, her back slowly submerging into the water until her head was hovering over his lap, her good arm holding onto the rim of the tub for an extra measure of control. Relena?s eyes were closed, her flushed, dewy visage amongst fields of bubbles. With one hand supporting her head, Heero?s other cupped warm water upon her crown, thoroughly wetting the abundant mass of silky burnished gold.
Easing her up, he reached for her bottle of shampoo and massaged her scalp, taking extra time at the temples and pressure points. His fingers stroked against her nape and Relena involuntarily shivered.
?You like that?? he murmured, soft and husky into her ear, his warm breath teasing the delicate shell and sending further shivers down her spine.
?Mmm,? she hummed softly, eyes still blissfully closed.
Heero took advantage of their position, taking in a deep inhale of her hair. Fragrant apple tickled his nose and he smiled as he worked, his fingertips gently probing.
This was nice, he mused quietly. He found himself relishing this closeness, savoring this peaceful contentment. Relena?s soft sighs told him just how much she appreciated this and Heero made a mental note to continue to do this even after her wrist healed.
He lowered her back into his lap again to rinse the suds away. Her hair floated everywhere, tickling him where they brushed his chest.
He worked conditioner into the long strands, making sure to squeeze the excess water out before he did so. Heero?s efforts careful yet clumsy, he swept her hair atop her head and held the awkward coil in place with two decorative chopsticks. Not bad for his first try, but the bun looked precarious at best and he inwardly cringed, expecting it to unravel with any sudden movement.
Relena?s verbal instructions were informative, but Heero?s hands lacked expertise. Heero had little experience with hair; he hardly bothered maintaining his own. He supposed that in this one instance, Duo?s hands would have been a lot more helpful. Not that Heero would ever admit it out loud, let alone have Duo touch her in the first place.
Heero frowned at the sudden thought of another guy touching Relena. His Relena. Not if they don?t want to die in a lot of pain. His fingers tightened momentarily, his expression dark.
?Ow.?
Startled from the direction his thoughts had gone, Heero quelled his possessiveness and apologized.
She turned her head and graced him with her sunshine smile, which he returned by meeting her lips briefly with his own.
Relena settled comfortably in between Heero?s thighs as he soaped her back, his large warm hands caressing her body pleasurably. He took his time, working the knots out of her muscles with his sudsy palms. He lingered at her neck and shoulders and she hummed as he hit the spot.
Once satisfied that she was suitably relaxed and pliant, soap lubricated hands glided elsewhere. They slid down to her biceps, working diligently at each arm, stopping just short of her elbow on her left side. He was cautious about getting the cast wet, even though it was protected.
His hand sought hers underwater, the palm pressing upon the back of her right hand. Fingers intertwined, the larger hand caging the smaller one. They tightened briefly in a reassuring grip. Lips hovering over darkened honey locks curved into a smile, enjoying the unspoken metaphor. The visible link between their bodies disappeared as the larger hand curved around something softer, fuller. Scarlet spots blossomed on her cheeks as Heero?s hands audaciously cupped her breasts.
The cozy, tranquil ambience abruptly vanished.
Startled, her automatic reaction was to back away. Away from the hands, away from Heero. However, their current position was too confining. Relena merely squirmed into an even more jeopardous predicament. Out of the pan and into the fire; from sitting between Heero?s thighs to sitting in his lap.
It felt long and solid, pressing against her down there and Relena burned at the thought. Panicked, she shifted to get away. To her horror, she rubbed against it instead, her femininity dragging itself along his rigid length.
Heero?s palms at her breasts pressed her closer to his own naked chest, limiting her actions. She struggled regardless, moving and making things worse. The tip of his sex burrowed into her heat.
Terse hands gripped her hips and she whimpered, waiting for the hard, invading thrust that was sure to follow.
?Don?t move,? he bit out, his breath short, almost raspy. The barely contained restraint in his voice was unmistakable. Relena froze, stark realization seizing her. Their current predicament was not Heero?s intent, but if she kept her foolish shifting, she?d find herself getting much more intimate with Heero then she wanted to at the moment.
She trembled, teetering, waiting for his reaction. Her wrist, which had accidentally hit the edge of the tub, was not throbbing like it should. At least, Relena was not feeling it. Her focus was on other matters.
Heero breathed deeply as he tried to calm himself down. Tried not to think exactly where she was sitting at the moment, and exactly how. It was tremendously arduous to not grab her hips and impale her right then and there. Her body was so incredibly tempting. He could feel her heat, the petals flowering around him. It would be so easy; she was in the perfect position. One good thrust and he?d be all the way inside her.
Heero grit his teeth and willed the thought away. Focus on the mission. This was about bringing Relena pleasure. This was about getting Relena to forget about the pain. This was not about satisfying his bodily cravings with her delectable body.
At least, not yet.
Heero shifted, pulling the scant inch out of her. He was still hard when he widened his thighs so she was again sitting in front of him.
?We won?t do that until you?re ready,? he reassured her, though his voice was strained and hoarse.
Minutes passed as they recollected themselves. Breathing steadily, the influx of adrenaline gradually tapered. The lulling scent of lavender and the steamy humidity had also helped put them both in relaxed states. Aromatherapy works wonders, Heero mused. Crisis narrowly avoided, he slowly resumed giving Relena her soapy massage.
His palms glided over smooth shoulders, trailing the line of each collarbone, brushing around the sweet fullness of her breasts, and down to her flat belly. He bent his head and nuzzled her neck, softly sucking the tender skin there. Relena closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying the feel of his lips and his palm rubbing her abdomen in such a soothing manner.
Distracted with the delightful sensation of Heero?s mouth on such a sensitive part of her body, she didn?t register where his hand was roaming until it dipped between her thighs.
Her body froze at Heero?s touch. Her lungs declined to function. She didn?t think it possible for her cheeks to blaze any hotter than they did a moment ago, but she was proven wrong.
Two fingers pushed against her folds and stroked gently. They rubbed against her heat and she blazed even more.
She? she did not think Heero would go this far. In his own way, he was being gently forceful with her, taking liberties with her body touching her so intimately. And yet in the back of her mind, she knew something like this would happen and she did little to oppose it.
Why?
Relena smiled self-deprecatingly as she admitted the truth to herself. She had wanted this just as much; only she never had the courage to take the first step.
Leaning deeper into Heero?s strong circle of arms, she widened her thighs in perceivably. Relaxing her body against his, she let herself luxuriate in his touch.
Heero?s fingers caressed the slippery wetness he found there and he smiled smugly. So maybe the target of his mission was being carried out a bit premature. No matter. His objective was still the same. Get Relena to forget about the pain in her wrist, the horrible tumble down the stairs. Inflict waves of undulating pleasure until the numbing effects of the painkillers kicked in.
No way was this mission going to fail.
Never one to waste resources, Heero?s other hand did not idle. It made good use of itself stroking every readily assessable inch of Relena?s body, greedily sating itself on her soft skin, especially coming back to mold against the gentle mounds of her breasts.
With deliberate consciousness, his thumb pushed and flicked at the nubbin of flesh secreted between her legs. Relena?s head tilted back and nestled into the crevice of his neck and shoulder. Her eyes were closed and her face was graced with a serene smile. Subtly, he started adding more pressure to his ministrations, working at her more urgently.
Fingertips teasing the small opening, Heero slipped a digit into her warmth, hissing at how excruciatingly tight she still was. The velvety walls of her body hugged the lone appendage heavenly with each stroke. He tried not to imagine something else inside her slick heat imitating the movements of his finger. Something that they were very close to doing just moments before. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, but it wouldn?t let him go.
One finger would not do. He was substantially bigger than that. Though Heero had already taken her virginity, she was still impossibly tight. If he didn?t stretch her now when he had the chance, when he still had enough resilience to not compromise the mission, he might regret it later. He could take his time, but that risked having Relena recoil back into her modest self. No, he needed the element of surprise.
When her head lolled to the side, exposing the vast creamy whiteness of her throat, Heero snatched his opportunity.
He attacked the junction between her shoulder and neck with his lips. He nipped her hard when he pushed two more fingers into her. She cried out, her spine arching, her body bucking against his assaulting hand in bewilderment. Water splashed over the rim of the tub. To prevent a tussle, his free hand flattened upon her stomach and his legs snaked around her own, ruthlessly keeping her body in place and her thighs open to his ambush. She sobbed as they thrust into her repeatedly.
In and out, they relentlessly drove into her, heedless of her pleas and loud whimpers. Her bucking body had no effect in cessation. It did the opposite, pushing those unwanted invading fingers in deeper.
Her orgasm came in a furious deluge soon after. She moaned lowly and slumped in a boneless pile against him, sinking to her chin in the water. The mountains of bubbles, much shorter now, tickled her nose.
Strong arms wrapped around her naked torso, chin settling comfortably upon her damp head. He waited until her breathing calmed before breaking the silence with words.
?Are you in pain??
His voice was a gentle rumble to Relena?s ears. Her chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, the afterglow making her lethargic and mellow. She raised her good hand out of the water and brushed her damp brow. The action moved drifts of bubbles aside for a brief moment before they melded back together into a united blanket of white fluff.
?No,? she responded in a surprised tinged voice.
?I needed to bring you out of your reticence. Gentle persuasion works very well on you.? Arms tightened around her as a pair of lips pressed a chaste kiss upon her head.
Her jaw fell in disbelief. ?You call that gentle persuasion??
?I didn?t ravish you, now did I??
?Knowing you, you wanted to,? she teased, turning around and dabbing a tuff of innocent bubbles on Heero?s nose.
His eyes widened momentarily before he retaliated. The air immediately became mischievous as they playfully splashed each other. Shrieks of indignant laughter and deep rumbles bounced off the acoustic walls of the room. Lighthearted banter ensued as the two tried to one-up the other. It had quickly become a game. Whoever was the first to yield would meet the consequences the winner stipulated.
Relena was at a distinct disadvantage, one armed, something Heero noted and mercilessly exploited.
?No fair you cheat,? she said at length, panting from the brief exertion. Her chest heaved up and down. The intriguing sight was obscured by bubbles, to Heero?s secret dismay.
?Admit defeat?? he grinned smugly, feinting at another splash.
?No way,? she replied haughtily, her cute pert nose high in the air. She did not like losing and was not about to yield. ?You should let me win, since I?m the one with the broken wrist.?
Prussian blue eyes narrowed. Lips turned into a frown. ?That?s dirty.?
Aquamarine eyes sparkled in triumphant. ?Isn?t it?? She smirked widely when Heero comically lowered his head and slumped his shoulders in defeat.
?Fine, fine. What will you have me do?? Last time she made him give her a foot massage and pedicure. Although he griped all the while, Heero had privately enjoyed pampering his little princess. He?d die before he?d admit it though. He had an image to uphold, damnit.
?Hmm?? she mused, tapping her chin with a finger. Coral lips pursed into a devious smile. ?You know,? she drawled playfully, ?I never win our tickle sessions.?
His forehead furrowed as his mind rapidly deduced her line of thought. She was playing soooo dirty. Why did he ever think she was sweet and guileless?
?That?s because I?m not ticklish,? he intoned in a solemn voice. It was a straight faced lie. In all actuality, Heero?s lower back was extremely ticklish. It was something he had managed to hide very well since Relena never got the chance to touch him there.
?No, you always win because you overpower me, which bytheway, is completely unfair. This time, you have to promise not to do anything.?
?But I like having you under me.?
Rapid color flushed her cheeks at his suggestive innuendo. Heero always turned their tickle sessions into make-out sessions. Not that Relena minded, but she pretended to. She had to make him work for it every now and then. It made things interesting.
Her mouth worked silently, moving much like a fish out of water. She was speechless.
?Tell you what,? Heero leaned forward and husked seductively into her ear. His hand rose out of the water and cupped the back of her neck, his fingers playing lightly upon the skin there, inducing tingles. She shivered, but she wasn?t the least bit cold. ?Let?s finish this bath first, and then see what happens.?
With his other hand, Heero pressed the bar of soap into her palm. Withdrawing, he noted with satisfaction how her breathing shallowed.
The simple trick to winning anything was distracting your opponent. When it came to Relena, Heero was very good at that. There was no way in Hell he was ever going to let her find out his tickle spot. If he had to sink to utilizing unscrupulous methods, so be it.
Innocent blue eyes blinked. She hesitated, suddenly unsure about the situation. The attack of shyness momentarily overwhelmed her. Unlike the light and playful atmosphere before, now there was a serious undercurrent threading the air. The nature of their relationship was evolving. It could recede or it could rise to the next level. Heero could push her gently, but it was ultimately up to her.
Was she going to run away, or meet this challenge?
They were facing each other, Relena kneeling between his parted thighs. Their breaths intermingled as they met one another?s gaze. This close, she could feel the love he expressed, could almost grasp it in her hand as if it was tangible. Relena could see herself in his eyes and she knew that she didn?t want to be anywhere else.
Her decision was already made.
She bit her bottom lip and raised the bar of soap. Burning to the ends of her ears, she lightly rubbed it across his impressive chest.
Heero let out the breath he wasn?t aware of holding. Something just passed between them. Something monumental.
He wasn?t sure what it was, but their equilibrium had changed. It was scary and exciting at the same time. But as long as he was facing it with Relena, it would be okay.
She abandoned the bar in favor of smoothing his chest with her palm. It was more personal this way. Pure skin upon skin. Moving, exploring. The thin film of soap assisting the union of flesh.
There was something so intimate about washing a man.
Relena blushed slightly at the thought, her hand continuing to slowly lather Heero?s firm pectoral muscles. Soapy fingers brushed over a flat male nipple.
Heero closed his eyes at the sensual, almost tingly sensations of Relena?s feather light touches. She was not teasing him on purpose, quite the contrary, and it was her prevailing naivety in spite of all the times that they had been intimate that was so? arousing.
Sensing that Heero seemed to like what she was doing, Relena gently rubbed small circles around the smooth nub, sudsy fingers slick and frictionless against his heated skin.
The honey blonde smiled softly at his reaction, looking at his relaxed, contented face. Heero was such a considerate lover, coaxing and patient, always giving. So it felt wonderful to be able to give in return. She conveyed her gratitude and love for him with each touch, each stroke.
Relena was awash with a compelling sense of wanting to please Heero. It was so easy to tell a person you loved them. But actions were better. She wanted to see what else she could do, what other reactions she could invoke in him.
Her hand submerged into the warm water as fingertips trailed over hard, rippled abs. They jumped reflexively to her touch. Heero had leaned his head back so it could rest against the tub?s edge. His eyes were still closed, lips in a faint resemblance of a smile.
Her fingers swirled over his navel. To the right, they danced upon a faint two inch line of hardened skin. He has a scar here. I never noticed.
They had been so caught up in the moment, so caught up in each other, that neither noted when the mass of bubbles dramatically depleted. The mountains had steadily been shrinking and dissipating with time and movement. Small drifts still floated along the surface, but many now clung to the rim of the tub. And a certain drift that had done a great job of occluding their bodies had now floated away.
Relena blinked and blushed slightly when she realized just how close her hand was to Heero?s?
Don?t be afraid, she chided herself. You can do this.
Biting her lower lip, eyes darting to his face in a quick, nervous glance, Relena moved her hand lower.
Shyly, tentatively, she softly brushed the tip of one finger down his length.
With a surprised inhale of breath, Heero?s eyes flashed open, his muscles tensed.
?Lena??
Her hand quickly withdrew to her chest, sudden embarrassment overwhelming her uncharacteristic forwardness. She raised incredibly huge eyes to meet his.
?I wanted?? she hesitated and looked away, unable to finish her sentence. Her face flushed becomingly as she struggled for the courage to form the words.
It was a testament of their bond that the words did not need to be said. Heero could understand her clearly. He was surprised, yet pleased. She had never touched him there before so he was not expecting it. And now she was blushing because she was too shy to say it. She was reverting back into her virginal shell. He would have to draw her out again.
?I wanted to??
She never got to finish her sentence. Heero had leaned forward and kissed her. One strong hand delved into her thick mass of upswept hair to keep her mouth in place, the other upon her bare, silky shoulder. Spiky thick lashes shuttered over shocked aquamarine eyes as the kiss continued. Full, warm lips softly brushed against her own slightly parted ones. It was a slow, tender kiss, meant to soothe away uncertainty and embarrassment.
He broke their connection and leaned back, knuckles brushing over her hot, flushed cheek. With a gentle hand, Heero grasped her fingers and placed it back into the water. He smiled encouragingly to her as she shyly caressed him.
Heero?s breath hitched with each of Relena?s strokes. Her movements were hesitant, timid, as if she wasn?t sure if this was ok.
This was definitely ok.
Delicately winged eyebrows rose in surprise. It was so? smooth. And hard. Really, really hard. She flushed even more as her fingers played over the surface, curiously exploring uncharted territory.
?H-how do you want me to touch you??
His eyes were closed as they concentrated on the feelings Relena was evoking. Heero actually preferred a firmer touch, but just the new sensations of Relena?s hand on him was enough.
?Anything is fine.?
?No, tell me,? she persisted, knowing intuitively that he was not being entirely honest. ?I want to please you.?
After a moment of staring into each other?s eyes, hers pleading, his finally yielding, Heero guided her hand around his length, showing her.
Like the adept student she was, Relena quickly got the hang of it. To her surprise, Heero got even harder.
Was that possible?
It was throbbing now, pulsating in her hand.
He gasped out. ?Lena, I think you should stop.?
?But Heero??
He likes this. I want to keep going. Relena continued her ministrations.
It quivered in response. Relena?s eyes enlarged at the sight. To be honest, she had never really looked at it. Studied it. Touched it. She had been too shy. Virginal nerves. Now she felt none of her previous reservations. She could feel herself reacting, getting wet again. Seeing Heero turned on was making her respond in kind. She worked her hand over his smooth flesh a little faster.
?Lena.? Heero gritted out, his voice low and hoarse. Face taunt with pleasure, eyebrows furrowed, eyes tightly shut, he pressed his back against the tub wall and rested his head on the ledge. He breathed in deeply through clamped teeth, his chest rapidly rising and falling. Hands clenched into fists, knuckles white. His body was tensed; each muscle contracted, trying to fight this unbearable torture.
?Lena. Stop.? he pleaded. He had to warn her. If she continued?
But she didn?t stop.
And he was rapidly losing his control. Losing his mind. Relena?s hand was working seductive black magic upon his body. He couldn?t think anymore, just feel. His body craved release, yearned it, and it demanded to be deeply embedded into tight, hot flesh.
Prussian blue eyes shot open as his control raged free.
Strong hands grabbed at her tiny waist to lift her up and Relena gasped in startlement as she felt Heero swiftly, unapologetically plunge into her.
Her eyes rounded at the sudden invasion. A wordless exclamation escaped her lips. The surprising force of his actions caused Relena to pitch forward into his sleekly muscular chest, her breasts flattening against him. Her good arm flew out to brace herself against the cool ivory tiled wall behind his head. Words abandoned her as she whimpered with every vicious thrust.
She was shocked into passiveness. Unable to do anything but let herself be ravaged by Heero, it was all she could do to remember to breathe. Each inhale was a gasp quickly followed by a soft whimper. Impaled, over and over, she closed her eyes to his assault.
Water slapped at the edges of the tub, threatening to overflow. Waves crashed at her back as Heero?s undulating hips surged to meet her own again and again. Her body jolted violently in time to his rhythmic, jerky movements. Their soapy skin provided a frictionless surface as her breasts easily sled against him. She closed her eyes tighter and tucked her face in the hollow of his throat.
She could feel the hot urgency in his movements. His thrusts were rough and without finesse. Large hands stayed securely clamped around her hips, guiding her body into the correct position to facilitate penetration. His size would have hurt her if not for the fingers that had prepared her for this.
Heero was normally very gentle with her, always taking the time to stimulate her; it was extremely flattering to know that she could break his control. This frenzied coupling was turning her on; it was very different from their usual tender lovemaking. Without preamble, he was taking her hard and fast and she glorified in it.
Their shuddering orgasms followed soon after. Relena lay limply in Heero?s arms, panting from the exertion. Wet strands of darkened blonde hair had come loose and framed her lovely flushed face.
Heero?s mind reeled in shock, his chest still heaving from the gasps. One hand came up to smooth over Relena?s naked back. She was cradled against his body, her face nuzzled in his neck.
He shifted and cuddled her closer to him, seeking the contentment that having her in his arms readily gave. Her moist warm breath cooled against his skin, but Heero didn?t mind. He tightened his hold on her and told her he loved her.
She responded by murmuring, too content to do much else aside from lay in her lover?s arms. The air was quiet and peaceful, the two taking the time to bask in their mutual happiness.
After a moment, he nuzzled her ear, pulling her out of her hazy tranquil. The words he murmured were husky and deep.
?Does your wrist hurt??
She blinked. The blond looked down at her encased arm with surprise. It didn?t hurt at all. She soundlessly shook her head at him. Heero?s lips pursed into a smirk. Mission accomplished.
The smug grin soon disappeared, making way for astonishment. Heero scrubbed his eyes with a fist, blinked twice, and scrubbed again. He was staring intently at her hair.
?Your chopsticks.? Heero voiced in disbelief. ?They stayed in place.?
There was a moment?s pause before Relena?s peals of laughter carried through the walls of the Yuy household and faded in the cool breeze of the autumn night.
*FIN*
Comments are totally welcome. Hope you enjoyed it and thanks for reading my work. =9
ASSUAGE THE PAIN
By Cinpii
thegrimleaper@hotmail.com
Categories: Lemon, One-shot, Romance
Warnings: NC-17 rating. A/U. Proceed at your own risk. ^.~
This fic is an excerpt from Undercurrents. However, no knowledge of that series is needed to enjoy this work. For the purposes of this contest, please consider this fic as a stand alone piece.
Summary: When Relena takes a tumble down the stairs, Heero tries to mitigate the pain.
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He hated to see her hurting. She didn?t say anything, she didn?t have to. Her eyes were expressive enough. Huge pools of aquamarines, glistening, trying to hold back the tears of immense pain. It reminded him too much of their first time, how he had hurt her and how much he wanted to give her pleasure to mask that overwhelming torment.
Relena?s fall down the stairs was a surprise to all. The one moment Heero wasn?t standing by her side at Quatre?s Halloween party was the moment disaster chose to strike. Although Duo had suspicions that her fall was not completely accidental, Heero had no time for accusations. Relena was his main concern. Seeing her safely sent to the Po clinic and taken care of was the only thing on Heero?s mind.
He closed his eyes and cruel images of Relena?s crumpled body lying on the unyielding floor assaulted his thoughts. The gauzy skirt of her deep red dress flared about her slim body, looking too much at first glance like she was lying in a pool of fresh blood. He had pushed his way through the astonished crowd and knelt next to her unmoving figure, fearing the worst.
It was low, almost unperceivable, but he heard it.
A whimper.
It wasn?t because of his physical proximity, but because his senses was so deeply in tune to her. It was always this way. From the first time they met, Heero was drawn to Relena in a way he never fathomed possible.
And he was so relieved. He raised his head to shout out instructions, but Wufei had beaten him to it. It was one of the few times Heero was deeply appreciative of Wufei?s bossy, commanding nature. His Chinese friend had never lost his cool under times of distress and for that, Heero was grateful.
Waiting for the medics to come, Heero spent his time tenderly stroking Relena?s hair from her damp brow, the repetitive gesture as much to soothe her as for himself. His heart was beating so fast from worry; it was all he could do to smother it. It would not do for Relena to see him panicking. So he whispered soft, gentle words into her ear to calm her and perhaps distract her mind from the pain.
Curled into a fetal position, she was clutching her left wrist to her body. Her pretty face was riddled with unspoken hurt, her bottom lip deeply bitten down so as to not cry out. She was so strong, he remembered thinking. And so fragile. He wanted to always protect her.
Help had come quickly and the next two hours was a blur. Dr. Po had compassionate, efficient hands and Relena?s face had relaxed after she was given the injection of painkillers. They were very lucky. Aside from a few minor bruises, her broken left wrist was the only casualty. It had taken the full brunt of her fall and buckled under the strain. He had observed how the white plaster cast was carefully constructed. It began at her palm and ended at the middle of her forearm. She could not move her fingers, but she could at least bend her elbow.
The ride back from the clinic was quiet. It was dark and cold; the earth well into the autumn season. The powerful headlights of his red jeep illuminated the golden crimson scatters of drifting leaves. Subdued, they registered little. Relena?s aquamarines were shuttered from the world. Heero was too deeply entrenched in his thoughts to concentrate on the flowing scenery as well.
His mind was running a mile a minute. Her fall down the stairs was brief but terrifying. If it wasn?t for her body?s innate reflexes to raise her arms, any number of horrific things could have happened. She had to be going through some emotional turmoil. Something like that would shake anyone up.
He just wanted to comfort her. The doctor had told him to keep her rested, mind and body, so as to help speed her recovery. Heero took the physician?s words like a mission statement, his commitment absolute. The ordeal was taxing on both of them but Heero?s sense of duty filled him with renewed strength. He would distract her from her daze and ease her pain no matter what it took.
Heero wanted to see Relena smile again.
And now they were home. Their home. From her expressive eyes, Heero could tell that the injection was wearing off. He strode to the kitchen for a glass of water so that she could swallow her painkillers. The pills were strong but would not take effect until 30 minutes after consumption. Heero wondered what to do in the meantime. Until her blood system absorbed the chemicals, Relena would be in a lot of agony.
He would not allow that to happen. Heero racked his brain, trying to think of how to distract her from the impending torture.
His eyebrows shot up when the idea hit him. Of course. What was the best way to make Relena forget about her pain?
To give the anti-thesis of pain.
An orgasm. Perfect.
Yet Heero?s triumphant grin was momentary. There were? complications.
It wasn?t her broken wrist that would severely limit the activity he had in mind. That was a minute hurdle. Troublesome, but easily deflectable. No, Relena?s broken wrist was not so much a problem as something else.
She was still incredibly shy.
Relena was very affectionate, but when things got more intimate, she still blushed. He knew she enjoyed their previous interludes; some reactions simply could not be faked. Like the delicate way she shivered when he mouthed her neck, or the goosebumps that rose when he caressed her lower spine, or how her breathing hitched when he was pushing her down in his bed and?
Heero?s ears took on the faintest tinge of red.
Their intimacy was new to him as well. He could count on one hand the amount of times they?d coupled and still have fingers to spare. He was eager to increase that number, but this required caution and careful thinking. A jumpy Relena would be detrimental to his goal, and Heero took missions very seriously. He needed to decrease her anxiety and focus her mind on something other than her wrist.
He was filling the tumbler with water when it hit him.
Water.
Heero snapped his fingers. A warm, refreshing bath would be the perfect thing to relax her. He could also give her a massage to soothe her stiffen muscles.
Afterwards?
Well afterwards, that would involve a bed, some strategically placed pillows, perhaps even a scarf. What better way to get Relena?s mind off the pain than to induce mindless pleasure?
By the time he was done with her, she?d be too pliant and needy to be skittish. Her virginal nerves would be effectively nullified.
Heero smirked.
This was gonna be fun.
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They stood in the bathroom facing each other, the bathtub faucet running full blast. Heero had poured a generous amount of lavender scented foaming liquid and the frothy white mountains were already forming.
Relena?s heart was racing along with the furious pumping water. Oh, she was calm when Heero told her he was going to run her a bath. She had sat docilely while he carefully wrapped her cast covered wrist in a fluffy towel, and even thought how resourceful he was to also protect it with a plastic bag to shield against any errant wetness. She did not even raise an objection when Heero tugged the zipper of her gauzy, spaghetti strap dress down. She had remained calm and collected, grateful for his hands and help.
But that was before she learned that he planned to join her.
She had blinked, stupefied, as Heero?s hands then went up to his collar and started working on the buttons of his shirt. Cool as a cucumber, like undressing in front of a girl was the most normal thing in the world. When he had started working on his belt, that was when it hit her.
Heero wasn?t going to leave.
For some reason, this panicked her. Apprehension gripped her emotions in a tight vice. Her heart rate accelerated as unwanted adrenaline flooded her system, readying her body for flight. The frantic pounding of her pulse thrummed in her ears, and it was a wonder to Relena that the normally astute person in front of her was completely clueless.
Opposed to her will, her flimsy straps had slipped down. With the zipper gaping, the front of her dress sagged considerably. The slinky red silk only remained shielding her breasts because her good hand tenaciously held it up, the fist bunched with tension.
Heero?s head was bent, looking down as he worked at his buckle. Relena?s teeth worried at her bottom lip, the anxiety flowing off her in waves.
He was not leaving.
Why?!
She shifted from foot to foot, unable to remain still. Heero, too intent on his own undressing, did not notice Relena?s state of distress. Her cheeks flushed at his nearness. Heero?s warm, overwhelming masculinity was making her fidgety and shy. His presence seemed to fill the entire room, causing Relena to feel small, trapped, and entirely too exposed for her own comfort.
Her left wrist was broken and useless and her dress was most definitely not covering enough of her body. The drawn zipper exposed her back almost entirely and she cursed herself for skipping her bra. Without the shelter clothing provided, without the full usage of her body, Relena knew she was at a distinct disadvantage.
She was vulnerable. Defenseless. And the room was shrinking with every passing second.
Trapped in the enclosed space, inches away from a rapidly undressing Heero, Relena became more edgy and distressed.
His raw virility was unnerving her.
It was too fast. She wasn?t ready for this. She just broke her wrist, for Pete?s sake. He couldn?t possibly expect her to just nonchalantly get naked and take a bath with him, could he?
So they did some things. Memories of Heero pressing her against the kitchen wall, his hands under her sweater as his tongue delved into her mouth flashed through her mind.
Ok, so they did more than just some things. Hot recollections of lying under Heero, his eyes intense as his hips repeatedly pushed into her assaulted her consciousness.
Relena blushed. She still wasn?t ready for a new level of intimacy. It was going to take a lot of convincing on his part if he expected her to submit willingly.
Unable to cover herself with the silky dress, she attempted to hide behind her lengthy hair by tipping her head forward and covering her bared shoulders with the shiny strands.
Which was a total mistake. The act of tipping her head down shifted her gaze. Instead of looking at Heero?s exposed and very, very nice chest, Relena now found herself staring a lot? lower.
She looked away quickly, but the effect of her inadvertent glimpse still lingered. Her cheeks became fiery and her knees just the slightest bit weak. For several seconds, she reminded herself to breathe. Heero was graced with a beautiful physique and his *ahem* size was nothing to sneeze at.
I did not just see that. I did not just see that. I did not just see?
?Lena.?
Relena jerked her head up at the voice.
?Do you need help??
?H-help?? She could have sworn she squeaked the word.
Heero smiled gently at her. He took the half step that completely closed the distance between them. Knowing that she was still skittish, Heero looked directly into wide eyes and placed his hands on faintly trembling shoulders. He bent his head to capture her lips in a sweet, calming kiss. Any token resistance dissolved as she melted into it. Damn, he was good at that.
Relena closed her lids instinctively, drawing from Heero warmth and comfort. She was scared, but she trusted him wholly. Being with Heero made her feel special and cherished. Why was she worried? He would never force her. She was silly to be so apprehensive.
Heero?s palms smoothed a path down her arms, dragging the thin straps along slowly. Relena shivered from the sensual caress, her mind distantly amazed at how such an innocent touch could induce such pleasure. Her resistance was crumbling. The good hand that was holding the fabric surrendered its grip, Relena?s limbs growing slack with each of Heero?s ministrations. Her body relaxed against his. He was so warm.
His lips continued to move upon hers, taking their time, enjoying the sweetness of her honeyed mouth. She made a little noise in the back of her throat, a cross between a whimper and moan.
Red fabric crumpled to the floor.
Too caught up in Heero?s spell, his warm hands trailing lightly down her ribcage, brushing her tiny waist, pass the subtle curve of her hips, Relena didn?t notice that they were inching toward the steaming tub, or that Heero was successfully removing the last barrier that stood between their naked bodies.
Soft white cotton joined its red companion a small distance away.
His fingers flayed upon her hips, wanting so much to caress more velvet flesh. He wanted to crush her body to him and draw sweet sounds from her mouth. He wanted to push apart her thighs and?
But instead he practiced stern restraint and held her lower body away. Relena was finally relaxed and supple in his arms and Heero did not want to alarm her by inadvertently brushing her smooth belly with his aware state.
Bringing her attention to how responsive his body was to her own was probably not the best idea at the moment.
Gazing tenderly into her eyes, Heero lowered them both into the heated water, the mountain of bubbles instantly engulfing their bodies. Relaxed from Heero?s kisses, her naked body obscured behind clouds of glorious foam, and soaking in the warm, scented water, Relena felt what little remaining tension and fear vanish.
Her encased wrist was propped on the tub?s edge so that it would not get wet. Heero leaned over to shut the taps, his nearness bringing their bodies together disconcertingly. The tub was generous in size but still she had to part her thighs so that he could get close enough to the handles. The knowledge of his knee scant inches from her femininity did not escape her.
Albeit the bubbles were high and she really didn?t see anything aside from the sculpted muscles of his lower abs, the keen awareness of his sex that close to her face left her flustered. Relena leaned far to the right to let him reach the taps, but his hip brushed innocuously against her anyway. That hot graze of his hip against the side of her breast created a surprising tingle that shot through her system. The inadvertent contact pebbled her skin, tightened the dark tips of her pert chest. She blushed prettily and pretended not to notice, scolding herself all the while for not thinking to turn the water off herself.
Looking to get things started, Heero took the initiative and motioned for her to turn around.
?I?m going to wash your hair.?
She was absurdly pleased by this, for she knew the task would be impossible on her own. Her tresses were too long to easily manage with one hand and she loathed the thought of skipping that part of her bathing ritual.
He guided her into a laying position, her back slowly submerging into the water until her head was hovering over his lap, her good arm holding onto the rim of the tub for an extra measure of control. Relena?s eyes were closed, her flushed, dewy visage amongst fields of bubbles. With one hand supporting her head, Heero?s other cupped warm water upon her crown, thoroughly wetting the abundant mass of silky burnished gold.
Easing her up, he reached for her bottle of shampoo and massaged her scalp, taking extra time at the temples and pressure points. His fingers stroked against her nape and Relena involuntarily shivered.
?You like that?? he murmured, soft and husky into her ear, his warm breath teasing the delicate shell and sending further shivers down her spine.
?Mmm,? she hummed softly, eyes still blissfully closed.
Heero took advantage of their position, taking in a deep inhale of her hair. Fragrant apple tickled his nose and he smiled as he worked, his fingertips gently probing.
This was nice, he mused quietly. He found himself relishing this closeness, savoring this peaceful contentment. Relena?s soft sighs told him just how much she appreciated this and Heero made a mental note to continue to do this even after her wrist healed.
He lowered her back into his lap again to rinse the suds away. Her hair floated everywhere, tickling him where they brushed his chest.
He worked conditioner into the long strands, making sure to squeeze the excess water out before he did so. Heero?s efforts careful yet clumsy, he swept her hair atop her head and held the awkward coil in place with two decorative chopsticks. Not bad for his first try, but the bun looked precarious at best and he inwardly cringed, expecting it to unravel with any sudden movement.
Relena?s verbal instructions were informative, but Heero?s hands lacked expertise. Heero had little experience with hair; he hardly bothered maintaining his own. He supposed that in this one instance, Duo?s hands would have been a lot more helpful. Not that Heero would ever admit it out loud, let alone have Duo touch her in the first place.
Heero frowned at the sudden thought of another guy touching Relena. His Relena. Not if they don?t want to die in a lot of pain. His fingers tightened momentarily, his expression dark.
?Ow.?
Startled from the direction his thoughts had gone, Heero quelled his possessiveness and apologized.
She turned her head and graced him with her sunshine smile, which he returned by meeting her lips briefly with his own.
Relena settled comfortably in between Heero?s thighs as he soaped her back, his large warm hands caressing her body pleasurably. He took his time, working the knots out of her muscles with his sudsy palms. He lingered at her neck and shoulders and she hummed as he hit the spot.
Once satisfied that she was suitably relaxed and pliant, soap lubricated hands glided elsewhere. They slid down to her biceps, working diligently at each arm, stopping just short of her elbow on her left side. He was cautious about getting the cast wet, even though it was protected.
His hand sought hers underwater, the palm pressing upon the back of her right hand. Fingers intertwined, the larger hand caging the smaller one. They tightened briefly in a reassuring grip. Lips hovering over darkened honey locks curved into a smile, enjoying the unspoken metaphor. The visible link between their bodies disappeared as the larger hand curved around something softer, fuller. Scarlet spots blossomed on her cheeks as Heero?s hands audaciously cupped her breasts.
The cozy, tranquil ambience abruptly vanished.
Startled, her automatic reaction was to back away. Away from the hands, away from Heero. However, their current position was too confining. Relena merely squirmed into an even more jeopardous predicament. Out of the pan and into the fire; from sitting between Heero?s thighs to sitting in his lap.
It felt long and solid, pressing against her down there and Relena burned at the thought. Panicked, she shifted to get away. To her horror, she rubbed against it instead, her femininity dragging itself along his rigid length.
Heero?s palms at her breasts pressed her closer to his own naked chest, limiting her actions. She struggled regardless, moving and making things worse. The tip of his sex burrowed into her heat.
Terse hands gripped her hips and she whimpered, waiting for the hard, invading thrust that was sure to follow.
?Don?t move,? he bit out, his breath short, almost raspy. The barely contained restraint in his voice was unmistakable. Relena froze, stark realization seizing her. Their current predicament was not Heero?s intent, but if she kept her foolish shifting, she?d find herself getting much more intimate with Heero then she wanted to at the moment.
She trembled, teetering, waiting for his reaction. Her wrist, which had accidentally hit the edge of the tub, was not throbbing like it should. At least, Relena was not feeling it. Her focus was on other matters.
Heero breathed deeply as he tried to calm himself down. Tried not to think exactly where she was sitting at the moment, and exactly how. It was tremendously arduous to not grab her hips and impale her right then and there. Her body was so incredibly tempting. He could feel her heat, the petals flowering around him. It would be so easy; she was in the perfect position. One good thrust and he?d be all the way inside her.
Heero grit his teeth and willed the thought away. Focus on the mission. This was about bringing Relena pleasure. This was about getting Relena to forget about the pain. This was not about satisfying his bodily cravings with her delectable body.
At least, not yet.
Heero shifted, pulling the scant inch out of her. He was still hard when he widened his thighs so she was again sitting in front of him.
?We won?t do that until you?re ready,? he reassured her, though his voice was strained and hoarse.
Minutes passed as they recollected themselves. Breathing steadily, the influx of adrenaline gradually tapered. The lulling scent of lavender and the steamy humidity had also helped put them both in relaxed states. Aromatherapy works wonders, Heero mused. Crisis narrowly avoided, he slowly resumed giving Relena her soapy massage.
His palms glided over smooth shoulders, trailing the line of each collarbone, brushing around the sweet fullness of her breasts, and down to her flat belly. He bent his head and nuzzled her neck, softly sucking the tender skin there. Relena closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying the feel of his lips and his palm rubbing her abdomen in such a soothing manner.
Distracted with the delightful sensation of Heero?s mouth on such a sensitive part of her body, she didn?t register where his hand was roaming until it dipped between her thighs.
Her body froze at Heero?s touch. Her lungs declined to function. She didn?t think it possible for her cheeks to blaze any hotter than they did a moment ago, but she was proven wrong.
Two fingers pushed against her folds and stroked gently. They rubbed against her heat and she blazed even more.
She? she did not think Heero would go this far. In his own way, he was being gently forceful with her, taking liberties with her body touching her so intimately. And yet in the back of her mind, she knew something like this would happen and she did little to oppose it.
Why?
Relena smiled self-deprecatingly as she admitted the truth to herself. She had wanted this just as much; only she never had the courage to take the first step.
Leaning deeper into Heero?s strong circle of arms, she widened her thighs in perceivably. Relaxing her body against his, she let herself luxuriate in his touch.
Heero?s fingers caressed the slippery wetness he found there and he smiled smugly. So maybe the target of his mission was being carried out a bit premature. No matter. His objective was still the same. Get Relena to forget about the pain in her wrist, the horrible tumble down the stairs. Inflict waves of undulating pleasure until the numbing effects of the painkillers kicked in.
No way was this mission going to fail.
Never one to waste resources, Heero?s other hand did not idle. It made good use of itself stroking every readily assessable inch of Relena?s body, greedily sating itself on her soft skin, especially coming back to mold against the gentle mounds of her breasts.
With deliberate consciousness, his thumb pushed and flicked at the nubbin of flesh secreted between her legs. Relena?s head tilted back and nestled into the crevice of his neck and shoulder. Her eyes were closed and her face was graced with a serene smile. Subtly, he started adding more pressure to his ministrations, working at her more urgently.
Fingertips teasing the small opening, Heero slipped a digit into her warmth, hissing at how excruciatingly tight she still was. The velvety walls of her body hugged the lone appendage heavenly with each stroke. He tried not to imagine something else inside her slick heat imitating the movements of his finger. Something that they were very close to doing just moments before. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, but it wouldn?t let him go.
One finger would not do. He was substantially bigger than that. Though Heero had already taken her virginity, she was still impossibly tight. If he didn?t stretch her now when he had the chance, when he still had enough resilience to not compromise the mission, he might regret it later. He could take his time, but that risked having Relena recoil back into her modest self. No, he needed the element of surprise.
When her head lolled to the side, exposing the vast creamy whiteness of her throat, Heero snatched his opportunity.
He attacked the junction between her shoulder and neck with his lips. He nipped her hard when he pushed two more fingers into her. She cried out, her spine arching, her body bucking against his assaulting hand in bewilderment. Water splashed over the rim of the tub. To prevent a tussle, his free hand flattened upon her stomach and his legs snaked around her own, ruthlessly keeping her body in place and her thighs open to his ambush. She sobbed as they thrust into her repeatedly.
In and out, they relentlessly drove into her, heedless of her pleas and loud whimpers. Her bucking body had no effect in cessation. It did the opposite, pushing those unwanted invading fingers in deeper.
Her orgasm came in a furious deluge soon after. She moaned lowly and slumped in a boneless pile against him, sinking to her chin in the water. The mountains of bubbles, much shorter now, tickled her nose.
Strong arms wrapped around her naked torso, chin settling comfortably upon her damp head. He waited until her breathing calmed before breaking the silence with words.
?Are you in pain??
His voice was a gentle rumble to Relena?s ears. Her chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, the afterglow making her lethargic and mellow. She raised her good hand out of the water and brushed her damp brow. The action moved drifts of bubbles aside for a brief moment before they melded back together into a united blanket of white fluff.
?No,? she responded in a surprised tinged voice.
?I needed to bring you out of your reticence. Gentle persuasion works very well on you.? Arms tightened around her as a pair of lips pressed a chaste kiss upon her head.
Her jaw fell in disbelief. ?You call that gentle persuasion??
?I didn?t ravish you, now did I??
?Knowing you, you wanted to,? she teased, turning around and dabbing a tuff of innocent bubbles on Heero?s nose.
His eyes widened momentarily before he retaliated. The air immediately became mischievous as they playfully splashed each other. Shrieks of indignant laughter and deep rumbles bounced off the acoustic walls of the room. Lighthearted banter ensued as the two tried to one-up the other. It had quickly become a game. Whoever was the first to yield would meet the consequences the winner stipulated.
Relena was at a distinct disadvantage, one armed, something Heero noted and mercilessly exploited.
?No fair you cheat,? she said at length, panting from the brief exertion. Her chest heaved up and down. The intriguing sight was obscured by bubbles, to Heero?s secret dismay.
?Admit defeat?? he grinned smugly, feinting at another splash.
?No way,? she replied haughtily, her cute pert nose high in the air. She did not like losing and was not about to yield. ?You should let me win, since I?m the one with the broken wrist.?
Prussian blue eyes narrowed. Lips turned into a frown. ?That?s dirty.?
Aquamarine eyes sparkled in triumphant. ?Isn?t it?? She smirked widely when Heero comically lowered his head and slumped his shoulders in defeat.
?Fine, fine. What will you have me do?? Last time she made him give her a foot massage and pedicure. Although he griped all the while, Heero had privately enjoyed pampering his little princess. He?d die before he?d admit it though. He had an image to uphold, damnit.
?Hmm?? she mused, tapping her chin with a finger. Coral lips pursed into a devious smile. ?You know,? she drawled playfully, ?I never win our tickle sessions.?
His forehead furrowed as his mind rapidly deduced her line of thought. She was playing soooo dirty. Why did he ever think she was sweet and guileless?
?That?s because I?m not ticklish,? he intoned in a solemn voice. It was a straight faced lie. In all actuality, Heero?s lower back was extremely ticklish. It was something he had managed to hide very well since Relena never got the chance to touch him there.
?No, you always win because you overpower me, which bytheway, is completely unfair. This time, you have to promise not to do anything.?
?But I like having you under me.?
Rapid color flushed her cheeks at his suggestive innuendo. Heero always turned their tickle sessions into make-out sessions. Not that Relena minded, but she pretended to. She had to make him work for it every now and then. It made things interesting.
Her mouth worked silently, moving much like a fish out of water. She was speechless.
?Tell you what,? Heero leaned forward and husked seductively into her ear. His hand rose out of the water and cupped the back of her neck, his fingers playing lightly upon the skin there, inducing tingles. She shivered, but she wasn?t the least bit cold. ?Let?s finish this bath first, and then see what happens.?
With his other hand, Heero pressed the bar of soap into her palm. Withdrawing, he noted with satisfaction how her breathing shallowed.
The simple trick to winning anything was distracting your opponent. When it came to Relena, Heero was very good at that. There was no way in Hell he was ever going to let her find out his tickle spot. If he had to sink to utilizing unscrupulous methods, so be it.
Innocent blue eyes blinked. She hesitated, suddenly unsure about the situation. The attack of shyness momentarily overwhelmed her. Unlike the light and playful atmosphere before, now there was a serious undercurrent threading the air. The nature of their relationship was evolving. It could recede or it could rise to the next level. Heero could push her gently, but it was ultimately up to her.
Was she going to run away, or meet this challenge?
They were facing each other, Relena kneeling between his parted thighs. Their breaths intermingled as they met one another?s gaze. This close, she could feel the love he expressed, could almost grasp it in her hand as if it was tangible. Relena could see herself in his eyes and she knew that she didn?t want to be anywhere else.
Her decision was already made.
She bit her bottom lip and raised the bar of soap. Burning to the ends of her ears, she lightly rubbed it across his impressive chest.
Heero let out the breath he wasn?t aware of holding. Something just passed between them. Something monumental.
He wasn?t sure what it was, but their equilibrium had changed. It was scary and exciting at the same time. But as long as he was facing it with Relena, it would be okay.
She abandoned the bar in favor of smoothing his chest with her palm. It was more personal this way. Pure skin upon skin. Moving, exploring. The thin film of soap assisting the union of flesh.
There was something so intimate about washing a man.
Relena blushed slightly at the thought, her hand continuing to slowly lather Heero?s firm pectoral muscles. Soapy fingers brushed over a flat male nipple.
Heero closed his eyes at the sensual, almost tingly sensations of Relena?s feather light touches. She was not teasing him on purpose, quite the contrary, and it was her prevailing naivety in spite of all the times that they had been intimate that was so? arousing.
Sensing that Heero seemed to like what she was doing, Relena gently rubbed small circles around the smooth nub, sudsy fingers slick and frictionless against his heated skin.
The honey blonde smiled softly at his reaction, looking at his relaxed, contented face. Heero was such a considerate lover, coaxing and patient, always giving. So it felt wonderful to be able to give in return. She conveyed her gratitude and love for him with each touch, each stroke.
Relena was awash with a compelling sense of wanting to please Heero. It was so easy to tell a person you loved them. But actions were better. She wanted to see what else she could do, what other reactions she could invoke in him.
Her hand submerged into the warm water as fingertips trailed over hard, rippled abs. They jumped reflexively to her touch. Heero had leaned his head back so it could rest against the tub?s edge. His eyes were still closed, lips in a faint resemblance of a smile.
Her fingers swirled over his navel. To the right, they danced upon a faint two inch line of hardened skin. He has a scar here. I never noticed.
They had been so caught up in the moment, so caught up in each other, that neither noted when the mass of bubbles dramatically depleted. The mountains had steadily been shrinking and dissipating with time and movement. Small drifts still floated along the surface, but many now clung to the rim of the tub. And a certain drift that had done a great job of occluding their bodies had now floated away.
Relena blinked and blushed slightly when she realized just how close her hand was to Heero?s?
Don?t be afraid, she chided herself. You can do this.
Biting her lower lip, eyes darting to his face in a quick, nervous glance, Relena moved her hand lower.
Shyly, tentatively, she softly brushed the tip of one finger down his length.
With a surprised inhale of breath, Heero?s eyes flashed open, his muscles tensed.
?Lena??
Her hand quickly withdrew to her chest, sudden embarrassment overwhelming her uncharacteristic forwardness. She raised incredibly huge eyes to meet his.
?I wanted?? she hesitated and looked away, unable to finish her sentence. Her face flushed becomingly as she struggled for the courage to form the words.
It was a testament of their bond that the words did not need to be said. Heero could understand her clearly. He was surprised, yet pleased. She had never touched him there before so he was not expecting it. And now she was blushing because she was too shy to say it. She was reverting back into her virginal shell. He would have to draw her out again.
?I wanted to??
She never got to finish her sentence. Heero had leaned forward and kissed her. One strong hand delved into her thick mass of upswept hair to keep her mouth in place, the other upon her bare, silky shoulder. Spiky thick lashes shuttered over shocked aquamarine eyes as the kiss continued. Full, warm lips softly brushed against her own slightly parted ones. It was a slow, tender kiss, meant to soothe away uncertainty and embarrassment.
He broke their connection and leaned back, knuckles brushing over her hot, flushed cheek. With a gentle hand, Heero grasped her fingers and placed it back into the water. He smiled encouragingly to her as she shyly caressed him.
Heero?s breath hitched with each of Relena?s strokes. Her movements were hesitant, timid, as if she wasn?t sure if this was ok.
This was definitely ok.
Delicately winged eyebrows rose in surprise. It was so? smooth. And hard. Really, really hard. She flushed even more as her fingers played over the surface, curiously exploring uncharted territory.
?H-how do you want me to touch you??
His eyes were closed as they concentrated on the feelings Relena was evoking. Heero actually preferred a firmer touch, but just the new sensations of Relena?s hand on him was enough.
?Anything is fine.?
?No, tell me,? she persisted, knowing intuitively that he was not being entirely honest. ?I want to please you.?
After a moment of staring into each other?s eyes, hers pleading, his finally yielding, Heero guided her hand around his length, showing her.
Like the adept student she was, Relena quickly got the hang of it. To her surprise, Heero got even harder.
Was that possible?
It was throbbing now, pulsating in her hand.
He gasped out. ?Lena, I think you should stop.?
?But Heero??
He likes this. I want to keep going. Relena continued her ministrations.
It quivered in response. Relena?s eyes enlarged at the sight. To be honest, she had never really looked at it. Studied it. Touched it. She had been too shy. Virginal nerves. Now she felt none of her previous reservations. She could feel herself reacting, getting wet again. Seeing Heero turned on was making her respond in kind. She worked her hand over his smooth flesh a little faster.
?Lena.? Heero gritted out, his voice low and hoarse. Face taunt with pleasure, eyebrows furrowed, eyes tightly shut, he pressed his back against the tub wall and rested his head on the ledge. He breathed in deeply through clamped teeth, his chest rapidly rising and falling. Hands clenched into fists, knuckles white. His body was tensed; each muscle contracted, trying to fight this unbearable torture.
?Lena. Stop.? he pleaded. He had to warn her. If she continued?
But she didn?t stop.
And he was rapidly losing his control. Losing his mind. Relena?s hand was working seductive black magic upon his body. He couldn?t think anymore, just feel. His body craved release, yearned it, and it demanded to be deeply embedded into tight, hot flesh.
Prussian blue eyes shot open as his control raged free.
Strong hands grabbed at her tiny waist to lift her up and Relena gasped in startlement as she felt Heero swiftly, unapologetically plunge into her.
Her eyes rounded at the sudden invasion. A wordless exclamation escaped her lips. The surprising force of his actions caused Relena to pitch forward into his sleekly muscular chest, her breasts flattening against him. Her good arm flew out to brace herself against the cool ivory tiled wall behind his head. Words abandoned her as she whimpered with every vicious thrust.
She was shocked into passiveness. Unable to do anything but let herself be ravaged by Heero, it was all she could do to remember to breathe. Each inhale was a gasp quickly followed by a soft whimper. Impaled, over and over, she closed her eyes to his assault.
Water slapped at the edges of the tub, threatening to overflow. Waves crashed at her back as Heero?s undulating hips surged to meet her own again and again. Her body jolted violently in time to his rhythmic, jerky movements. Their soapy skin provided a frictionless surface as her breasts easily sled against him. She closed her eyes tighter and tucked her face in the hollow of his throat.
She could feel the hot urgency in his movements. His thrusts were rough and without finesse. Large hands stayed securely clamped around her hips, guiding her body into the correct position to facilitate penetration. His size would have hurt her if not for the fingers that had prepared her for this.
Heero was normally very gentle with her, always taking the time to stimulate her; it was extremely flattering to know that she could break his control. This frenzied coupling was turning her on; it was very different from their usual tender lovemaking. Without preamble, he was taking her hard and fast and she glorified in it.
Their shuddering orgasms followed soon after. Relena lay limply in Heero?s arms, panting from the exertion. Wet strands of darkened blonde hair had come loose and framed her lovely flushed face.
Heero?s mind reeled in shock, his chest still heaving from the gasps. One hand came up to smooth over Relena?s naked back. She was cradled against his body, her face nuzzled in his neck.
He shifted and cuddled her closer to him, seeking the contentment that having her in his arms readily gave. Her moist warm breath cooled against his skin, but Heero didn?t mind. He tightened his hold on her and told her he loved her.
She responded by murmuring, too content to do much else aside from lay in her lover?s arms. The air was quiet and peaceful, the two taking the time to bask in their mutual happiness.
After a moment, he nuzzled her ear, pulling her out of her hazy tranquil. The words he murmured were husky and deep.
?Does your wrist hurt??
She blinked. The blond looked down at her encased arm with surprise. It didn?t hurt at all. She soundlessly shook her head at him. Heero?s lips pursed into a smirk. Mission accomplished.
The smug grin soon disappeared, making way for astonishment. Heero scrubbed his eyes with a fist, blinked twice, and scrubbed again. He was staring intently at her hair.
?Your chopsticks.? Heero voiced in disbelief. ?They stayed in place.?
There was a moment?s pause before Relena?s peals of laughter carried through the walls of the Yuy household and faded in the cool breeze of the autumn night.
*FIN*
Comments are totally welcome. Hope you enjoyed it and thanks for reading my work. =9
That's an oxymoron, isn't it? 
) Hope to see more of your fics soon. 
I forgot 'bout chpsticks too!