How to Seduce Your P.A. 101 (NC-17) Part Two

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The first thing she noticed on alighting from the elevator was that Heero was currently leaning back in his seat with his feet on his desk. And he was making a paper aeroplane. As she got closer, it looked like the projectile had been made from one of the morning’s memos. Noticing her too late, he almost tipped his chair over backwards in his haste to appear productive. Relena felt a lingering disappointment that such an appealing man was only there because her friends were paying him to be. That thought alone worked to spur her into action.

“Heero,” Relena’s tone was neutral, even amicable, “Could you bring a pen and notepad in with you? I’d like to get some letters written up.”

He nodded briskly, and she left him to rummage around the desk for the relevant stationary. Instead of returning to her desk, however, she waited for him to join her, holding the door open wide. Watching him walk past her, she studied him as he took a seat in one of the chairs opposite her expansive desk, before swinging the door shut and locking it with an inconspicuous click.

Shrugging her jacket off, she hung it nonchalantly on its hanger. Walking back to her desk she bypassed her comfortable leather chair, choosing instead to perch casually on the edge of her desk, directly in front of him. Knowing that the pose would shorten her already fashionably short shirt, Relena elegantly crossed one stockinged leg over the other.

Barely giving him a moment to prepare himself, Relena began to dictate the first letter, purposefully choosing large and technical words. She knew that the letter was never going to see the light of day, so she allowed herself to become carried away until the subject became complicated and long winded. Heero was obviously struggling to keep up.

But as she continued to bombard him with words, she casually reached up and began to unfasten the clips in her hair, slowly at first until her locks tumbled unchecked over her shoulders. It didn’t take long before her assistants pen had ceased it’s frantic scratching, and he was staring at her with an expression of dumb struck apprehension. He sat straighter in his seat, moving around in a futile attempt to appear unconcerned. The chair was straight backed and missing armrests and while it was deep seated and well padded, it was designed to not allow the person in it to become too comfortable. Relena had originally chosen the matching pair as a negotiation strategy; the style placed the client in a position of vulnerability. And at this moment she liked the look of trepidation on her prey’s face.

Who knows, she thought with a concealed smirk, this might be even more fun than she had anticipated.

“You know, Mr Yuy, I’ve never considered myself to be particularly dim. I didn’t earn my position in this company by being dim. Do I look dim to you, Mr Yuy?”

******

Heero blinked at her, the temperature in the room suddenly seeming to rise rapidly. He overcame the urge to tug nervously at his shirt collar, instead tightening his grip on the spiral notepad on his lap.

She was on to him.

But how? Had he given himself away somehow? Had that moron, Duo, betrayed him? She leaned back on the desk a little, smoothly crossing one leg over the other. Was that skirt so short this morning? Surely he would have noticed if it was. He attempted valiantly to lift his vision above her hemline, although some invisible force was making the action more challenging than he had anticipated. The otherwise silent room was suddenly interrupted by the staccato of her fingernails as they drummed against the hardwood of her desk. She was not amused.

“I called the Employment agency that organises our temporary staff. Strangely enough, they’ve never heard of you. Why do you think that is?”

It took Heero a moment to realise that his mouth was hanging open. He snapped it shut, hoping she hadn’t noticed. Which was pretty unlikely. Dammit. Relena watched him for a moment in silence, before giving her tongue a disapproving click.

“You’re not a Personal Assistant, are you Mr Yuy? You certainly appear to be lacking the required skills of the position. That much is, unfortunately, abundantly clear. So perhaps you would like to enlighten me as to exactly what you are doing here?”

Heero had meant to reply, really he did. He was all prepared to act indignant, and deny any understanding of what she was implying. To recite his fabricated list of qualifications, as supplied to him by Trowa’s friend’s fianc?, prepared for in case this very situation arose. But then… she started unbuttoning her blouse.

“I already have a very good idea of what you’re true form of employment is, Mr Yuy, so there’s no point skirting around the truth. I would, however, like to know who put you up to this.”

He blinked at her. True form of… wha…? He was having trouble following what she was saying. The slow motion of her fingers as she opened the top three buttons of her blouse was definitely distracting, and he was astounded by how much it turned him on, each time she purred his name.

He became aware, in some disjointed manner that his mouth was opening and closing with the pretence of speaking words that were resolutely eluding him. In another situation he may have felt like a jibbering idiot, but then her shirt parted to reveal the soft swell of her cleavage, and all recollection of qualifications and false alibis scattered to the four winds.

“So…” Relena continued, having stared at him in silence for a moment and awaited his reply, “This line of work you’re in… I take it you’re very, very good at it. I can’t imagine that you would have made it past the… recruitment officers… if you weren’t. I know they’re very discerning when it comes to selecting the best.”

At this, Heero’s ego kicked in, refusing to allow the opportunity to impress her get away. Perhaps, had he been in a more comprehensive state of mind, he would have paid attention to the alarm bells that jangled incessantly in the back of his mind, but instead he paid them no heed whatsoever.

Careful not to reveal too much, his reply was, in his opinion, perfectly cryptic. The fact that it was spoken without his line of vision leaving the enticement of her breast only diminished the effect a little.

“I’m considered one of the best there is. I’m constantly sought by clients in need of my services, and they’re always more than satisfied with the results.”

Relena raised a smooth eyebrow at him, and the briefest look of surprise flashed across her face, before being replaced by an almost wicked, catlike grin.

“Is that so, Mr Yuy. Well that is most interesting to hear. I would be so disappointed if they’d sent me anything less.”

Nonchalantly kicking off her elegant heels, Relena slid down off the desk and glided towards him. Tilting her head so she could read his hasty scrawl, she studied what she could make out of her dictation, before he had time to snatch the paper from her view.

“I guess short hand isn’t one of your strong points either.”

Plucking the notebook from his fingers, she tossed it carelessly over her shoulder as she straddled herself across his lap. Her skirt was now hitched high enough to reveal a tantalising expanse of thigh, a fair inch of smooth skin rising above the lace tops of her thigh-highs. Heero swallowed hard, praying she wouldn’t shimmy forward anymore, as he knew there was no way she would miss the stirrings of his arousal.

They were practically nose-to-nose now, and the intoxicating aroma of her perfume threatened to steal away his last conscious thought. It wasn’t one of those overpowering floral concoctions that always made him sneeze either. It was subtler, spicy, resemblant of its wearer’s personality, he suspected. He was certain, however, that he would never be able to inhale its distinct aroma again without being physically aroused. Like he was now.

Her fingers brushed across the course fabric of his dress shirt, teasing the buttons open before slipping her hand under the material to smooth against his warming skin. Her mouth lifted a little at the edges, the tip of her tongue flicking across her top lip. She loosened his tie, not removing it, but instead using it to tug his face even closer to hers.

“So if you’re so good at your job, Mr Yuy, perhaps you should give me a demonstration?” The words were low and husky, with the purr of a practised seductress. This couldn’t be the sexless, career orientated woman that Quatre had told him of. She was, however, living up to every imagined fantasy that had played itself out in his head for the past few months. For a moment he struggled over whether this was what he wanted.

And suddenly her lips were against his, and then gone again, the action so quick that he was left to doubt it had happened at all. It was only the briefest of butterfly kisses, but it served to free him from the invisible restraints that had seemed to bind his hands to his sides. He swallowed back a groan, his mind reeling at the warmth of her breath against his neck, where she nuzzled teasingly. His fingers lifted to rest against her thighs, drawn helplessly to the tantalising strip of exposed skin. She sighed, the sound tickling his ear as she moved to study his dazed appearance. She matched him with a look to rival any impish siren, laughing back at him through lowered lashes.

“You seem a little… apprehensive, Mr Yuy. Surely you can do better than that?” She pouted her perfectly painted lips, making as though she would move away from him. Hastily, Heero grabbed her waist, anchoring her to him. Her eyes widened with surprise, but any opportunity of chastising him was lost, suppressed by the weight of his kiss.

She tasted like coffee. Sweet, and intoxicating. He pressed his fingers to the nape of her neck, holding her to him with a gentle pressure. However, she didn’t appear in any hurry to go anywhere, as her arms settled over his shoulders and she drew herself in closer. He let his hand drop, trailing it down through her long blonde hair until it rested against the small of her back.

Her lips were so soft, pliant and willing. The kiss was slow, almost leisurely, an unrushed exploration. He nibbled at her lips, drawing her lower lip into his mouth and she sighed her enjoyment. Finally, he allowed his tongue to sink into her warm mouth, the action evoking a sensual moan. That sound alone was enough to make him forget all his good intentions. He wanted her, and every nerve in his body informed that he would die from deprivation if he could not have her.

His heart was hammering in his chest and his pulse was racing, but he struggled to match her steady pace. He did not want to frighten her away by moving too quickly. But at almost the exact moment that this thought flashed through Heero’s mind, the kiss was brought to an abrupt halt, and he found himself gazing up into a pair of dazed blue eyes.

She looked bewildered, even confused. Her breath was quick and uneven, and Heero couldn’t help but notice the way her half unbuttoned blouse had fallen open and allowed him a generous view of her lace edged cleavage. He was almost overwhelmed by a smug satisfaction that their embrace had induced such a response from her, and he quickly smothered back an arrogant smirk. Not even in his wildest dreams, could he have imagined such a perfect turn of events.

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It had all started with such… promise. Relena had wanted to laugh out loud at the sight of him, frozen in shock, when she had proceeded to unbutton her blouse. And the way he had sat rigid with surprise when she had seated herself across his lap, she was sure he would give up the charade at any moment.

But he proved to be made of sterner stuff. She hadn’t meant to get so carried away, but he smelt so… masculine and good. She found herself wanting to touch him and wishing he would touch her in return. The realisation had shaken her, particularly at the shock of sensation when she brushed her lips against his. She hadn’t meant it, hadn’t even thought to do it before she simply did.

Their lips barely even touched, but it was enough to send electricity coursing through every nerve in her body. She had never felt anything like it. Her stomach dipped sharply with panic, and she hastened to conceal her loss of composure as quickly as possible. Relena surprised herself with the teasing tone she managed while she attempted to disentangle herself. What she wasn’t prepared for was his hands at her waist, just moments before he kissed her senseless.

The electricity she had felt only moments before was now replaced with a smouldering warmth that travelled to the very tip of her toes, banishing any trace of self restraint, and she found herself returning his embrace with relish. Before she knew it, Relena had been swept up in the sensation of him, his mouth unyielding against hers. His hand smoothed a rhythmic outline against her lower back, and the other lay warm against her upper thigh.

Snatching her lips free from his, Relena gazed down at him, her lungs bursting and her heart beating faster than if she had just completed the 100 yard dash. Heero returned her stare through heavy lids, his dark blue eyes flashing with desire behind his wire rimmed glasses. Tentatively, she removed them, wanting to see him without the bifocals marring her view. She hoped that he would not be too hindered without them. For a fleeting moment, her tiny voice of reason reminded her of her original intention, but she was quick to press the thought aside. You did, after all, only live once.

With the glasses removed, Heero ducked his head quickly, brushing the loosened edges of her blouse aside and gaining access to the smooth expanse of her skin. He kissed her shoulder gently and a hand came to settle on her hip, sending out a tremor of longing.

So preoccupied was she by the slow progression of his lips along her collar bone, that it took a moment for the persistent trill of her mobile phone to break though her passion induced haze. She twisted herself to glance vaguely towards her desk at the very moment that the phone ceased its’ noise. Shrugging mentally, she relaxed back into his embrace, shivering as his mouth brushed lower. His path was unhurried, making it clear that he wished to know every inch of her.

No more than a moment had passed, however, before the irritating buzz of her phone began again. Relena twisted around again, half rising from his lap with the intention of finding the offending accessory. She felt his hands on her hips, refusing to release her.

“Leave it… it can wait.”

His voice was muffled, almost beseeching, and he gave a dissatisfied groan when she succeeded in wriggling free from his confinement. The feat was not completed with grace unfortunately, and Relena found herself deposited unceremoniously on the floor. Ignoring Heero’s heated glare, she scrambled quickly to her feet and hurried to the other side of her desk, swearing when the phone stopped again the moment she had laid her hand upon it.

Relena frowned at the number listed on the screen. Hilde’s mobile. It must have been important for her to try calling her mobile. About to return her friend’s call, her hand was stayed by the diversion of Heero’s body brushing against hers. Moving to stand behind her, he brushed her long hair over one shoulder and began to nuzzle her ear. The tickle of his warm breath was more than enough to banish any thought from her mind, and she turned back to face him.

He looked down at her with ill concealed hunger, his already dark irises almost opaque with his desire. Stepping forward, his movement succeeded in pinning her against the edge of her desk. Without warning, he swept her off her feet and seated her precariously on the side. Her legs automatically moved to cradle his hips, holding him close. His caress was more vigorous this time, almost as though he meant to divert her from any more distractions.

“Phone…” she murmured, her breath catching in her throat as his teeth grazed her earlobe. “It might be import…”

But all thought of returning her friends’ call were instantly driven from Relena’s mind, her body becoming limp in his arms at the seductive promises he now whispered in her ear. She shivered, any remaining doubts demolished by the steady hand that settled unapologetically over her breast. Hastily, she claimed his lips again for a demanding kiss.

“Dammit!” Heero growled, as the seemingly innocuous hand held buzzed again. With a dark scowl that suggested that he meant to throw it out the window, he snatched at the phone only to be thwarted by Relena’s quick intervention.

“Hello,” Relena gasped, glancing apologetically at Heero.

“Rel! Finally!” Hilde sounded harried, and Relena could make out the sounds of moving traffic in the background.

“Hilde? Where are you?”

“In a breakdown bay on the Freeway.” Hilde groused. “Damn car decided to stop running.”

“Oh no!” Relena exclaimed, although a little more forcefully than intended thanks to the unexpected snap of her brassiere coming undone. “What are you doing?” she hissed, failing miserably at levelling Heero with a glare.

“Well, at the moment I’m waiting for the mechanic that Dorothy promised to organise.” Hilde replied, obviously thinking the question was directed at her and sounding confused by Relena’s strained voice. “Anyway, I guess what I wanted to let you know was that I can’t see myself making it for our lunch ap… Relena what is going on?”

Relena swallowed back a groan but was unable to even out her ragged breathing. It was proving difficult enough to concentrate on the conversation at hand when her senses were being overloaded with the touch of Heero’s fingers massaging her breast.

“N…Nothing…” she stuttered, leaning back into her assailants embrace, “Just playing with my birthday present from Dorothy.”

Hilde was silent for a moment, before emitting an almost infantile wail.

“What? She’s given him to you already? That’s not fair! She said she would wait until lunch! I so wanted to see your reaction when you saw him! Isn’t he the cutest?”

Relena raised a mental eyebrow at her friend, glancing quickly at Heero.

“Ummm… yes. Yes, he’s very cute…”

“I know animals aren’t generally the best gifts, but we figured that you’d love him. And you have plenty of room in that sprawling big house you live in. It’s just that we worry about you… running by yourself every morning. You never know what kind of weirdos you could meet. And dogs are such great companions… Rel? Rel, are you still there?

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It occurred to Heero that Relena had gone completely still only moments before the mobile phone slipped from her frozen fingers and clattered to the floor. Glancing up at her, he was taken aback by the ashen colouring of her complexion. To make matters worse, she was now staring at him with ill concealed horror.

“You’re…” Relena stopped, clearing her throat carefully, “You’re not my Birthday present are you?”

Heero blinked at her in confusion, at a complete loss for words, wondering in vain why everything had just stumbled to such an abrupt halt. Unable to come up with a coherent reply, he resorted to a brief shake of the head.

“Oh… My… God.” She whispered, the tremor in her voice obvious. “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

Heero stared at her, completely bemused and at a loss to her sudden change of behaviour. She shrank away from him, her pale features now inflamed. She lifted shaking fingers to her face and began to slowly massage her temples. Her other hand clutched the front of her blouse shut, the pale silk crumpled in her fist. Suddenly realising that her legs still cradled his hips, she let out a sharp squeak and dropped them hastily, trying to move even further away from him.

“I thought… Oh God… so sorry… I thought you were… it wasn’t supposed to go so far… Oh God…” she gibbered, casting around the room in a panicked attempt to look at anything but him. Heero reached out quickly, his fingers squeezing her shoulder in an effort to steady her. The contact seemed to shake her out of her momentary alarm, but the results were not as he had anticipated.

She stared, open mouthed, at him for a moment. The alluring blush that had splashed her pallid complexion rapidly receded, and instead her eyes flashed dangerously. Her free hand swept down to snatch his glasses from the desk and she waved them at him like a weapon.

“If you’re not… and you’re CERTAINLY not… WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!”

Oh crap. Heero’s mouth open and closed, his lips moving in a futile attempt to form the words his brain refused to produce. Relena stared at him, the glasses now pressed against his breastbone. Dammit! How was he going to get out of this one? There was no possible way he could salvage this situation.

It had never meant to happen like this anyway. He was supposed to meet her. Ask her to dinner. They’d talk. Get to know each other. And then maybe there’d be sex. Yes… definitely sex. Lots of it.

Heero mentally slapped the little voice in the back of his head. This was not helping.

Hold up. She didn’t know who he was? And they had just been…? He frowned back at her, managing to look affronted, despite the fact that he still had no idea what was going on. Unfortunately, the whole guilt thing was cramping his style. He had just managed to take advantage of his ideal woman under false pretences.

Actually, technically, she made the first move. The little voice in his head was back. Well, yeah, he had to agree with that… but he could have been a gentleman and not become so carried away. The little voice started laughing at him. Okay, fine. Like that was going to happen.

The mental debate volleyed back and forth for a few moments, until Heero realised that Relena was now looking straight at him, her eyes wide. Great. He’d probably been talking to himself.

“You’re…” Relena paused, her voice strangled, “I’ve seen you… In the park…”

She eyed him suspiciously.

“Are you stalking me?”

By this point, Heero decided he must definitely be dreaming or delusional. Maybe both. Because he was sure her voice held a definite note of longing. Either way, it was obvious she was expecting an answer.

“I just… I just wanted to meet you.”

Relena’s eyebrows shot up and she blinked rapidly. She let out a sharp laugh that sounded more like a cough and she tried to cover the sound with a delicate clearing of her throat.

“So you thought you’d meet me by masquerading as my Personal Assistant? Why didn’t you just..?”

Heero grinned awkwardly, suddenly feeling not unlike a chastened schoolboy. Yes. Why didn’t he? Somehow he just knew that blaming the hair brained plot on his friends would not help. Sighing, he ran exasperated fingers through his hair to deter them from reaching out to touch her.

“Relena, have you never known desire to overrule logic?”

She stared up at him for a moment, apparently surprised by his reply, the glasses dangling forgotten in her right hand. The rosy tinge that mounted her cheeks suggested that she had been reminded of what had taken place only moments ago and she looked away quickly, wilting beneath his scrutiny.

“Well… yes. I have. Once or twice.”

She settled into silence, staring at the pale plush carpet and chewing her lip with indecision. Heero wondered helplessly at what could be going through her head. It wasn’t the response he had hoped for, but then what had he expected anyway? The situation was a complete shambles.

“I’m sorry… it was stupid. I should never have been so…”

Relena’s soft giggle interrupted him, and he frowned at her with bemusement.

“Something tells me you don’t apologise to too many people.” She raised her hand, stopping him before he could defend himself. “Please don’t be sorry. I’m glad you did it, even if it was a little… extreme. I wouldn’t be being honest with you if I said that I hadn’t noticed you in the park every day… and that… I hadn’t wanted to meet you too. I just never…”

“You noticed me? But how…?”

Her smile widened as she gained confidence, briefly forgetting her own embarrassment.

“How could I not notice you? Hunched over your laptop computer at the same bench every morning, without fail. It always puzzled me how you could sit in the middle of such a beautiful park and only focus on your little screen. And so early in the morning…”

Heero cleared his throat. “Well, I can’t really say I was always focused on the screen.” He paused, his stare thoughtful. “But if you were aware of me in the park, why didn’t you recognise me this morning?”

She frowned, obviously unable to find an answer to that question herself. Silent for a moment, she grinned sheepishly at him.

“Well… really… what were the odds? Maybe a part of me had you written off in the fantasy department. After all, if I had thought there was any chance of you returning my interest, I could have asked you out for a drink months ago. I am, in case you haven’t noticed, a modern woman.”

He grinned back at her, suddenly feeling fifteen again. The door of opportunity was wide open and yet he still found himself standing nervously at the threshold. Should he ask her to dinner? Perhaps she already had plans. He knew she already had plans for lunch, and despite her expression of interest in him, Heero still found himself plagued by uncertainty. And how was he going to ask now anyway? How much had he lost face over this incident? And of course, he had to take into account the fact that she was indeed female and therefore could reserve the right to change her mind…

He was so deep in thought over possible tactics; he nearly jumped out of his skin at the slow caress of her finger across his exposed chest. Glancing up at him through lowered lashes, she looked almost coquettish.

“Did you really go to all this trouble? Just for me?”

Heero swallowed hard and nodded carefully.

“You know…” her tone was hushed and Heero had to lean forward to hear her clearly. “I don’t make a habit of throwing myself at my employees. Or anyone for that matter.”

There was no denying the embarrassment that coloured her voice, and for some unknown reason, Heero found it amusing that she even felt it necessary to excuse her behaviour. He suspected, though, that laughing at that moment would not prove beneficial. Right now would be the perfect time to display his sensitive side. But he’d forgotten where he’d put it. Instead he simply shook his head solemnly, infinitely distracted by the continued stroke of her hand on his skin. Was she aware that she was doing that? Her palm brushed across his ribcage, and the corner of her mouth lifted with a less than angelic smirk. Yes, it appeared she was.

“I’ve always been a firm believer in fate, Heero. Things, no matter how strange or extraordinary, happen for a reason. But fate can only do so much. And sometimes, when you want something… well you just have to reach right out and take it.”

She sat watching his reaction for a moment, her expression sombre. When he merely stared mutely back at her, Relena decided that actions spoke louder than words.

The touch of her lips against his, though most certainly not unwelcome, was definitely unexpected. Soft at first, Relena increased the pressure after a moment, leaning towards him. There was nothing tentative about the kiss, and when the tip of her tongue brushed against his bottom lip, it took little persuasion to allow her to deepen the embrace. God, he wanted her. She was right. These things happened for a reason. Who was he to argue with destiny? Slanting his mouth over hers, Heero quickly found himself completely devoid of any restraint, as desire overruled all rationale.

Her fingers buried themselves in his hair, and she gave a low whimpering moan that did nothing less than knee him in the groin. His body needed no more encouragement, and it took every ounce of control he had left not to simply pull her down onto the floor and take her. The slow and leisurely pace they had set earlier had long since departed, and as the kiss was broken, Heero was aware that his breathing was as heavy and laboured as hers.

Glaring down at her, his intense expression leaving her in no doubt of his intentions, Heero moved up against her and returned to his earlier position, cradled between her thighs. He waited warily for some suggestion that he was moving too quickly, but again she surprised him. Throwing her head back, she offered the smooth plains of her throat to him, silently granting him a taste. Never one to let an opportunity pass him by, Heero grazed his teeth against her soft flesh and inhaled the sweet perfume of her skin. This time her sigh was low and seductive, and crossing her feet against his rear, Relena allowed herself to be lowered back against the polished walnut tabletop.

Leaning over her, Heero allowed his lips to travel further down her body, his hands separating the still unbuttoned fabric of her blouse. Her bra, to his satisfaction still unfastened, lay loose against her chest. The pale lace, providing a flimsy barrier, outlined the tempting pink peaks of her nipples. His fingers pushed the garment aside, kneading the pliant flesh of her breast while he teased the hardening nub with his tongue.

Relena moaned, arching her body up off the desk, her body hot to his touch. Her hands flitted aimlessly along the toned muscles of his upper arms and her eyes were squeezed shut, her surrender to his attentions complete. Her thighs tightened around his waist, and Heero pressed his groin against hers in response, making his need for her clear. To his delight, she returned his advance, her movement wanton and sensual.

Turning his attention from one breast to the other, he glanced down at her, revelling in the picture she made. Gone was the serious and ice cool career woman, to be replaced by this sultry vixen. Her eyes, now open but unfocused, were dark with passion and her lips were plump and swollen as a result of their kisses. They beckoned him, and like a sirens call he was unable to resist their draw. His tongue plunged back into her mouth, desperate to taste her sweetness.

Her arms embraced him, and she pulled him closer so that his chest was pressed against her bare breasts. She writhed beneath him, and the repeated brush of her pelvis against his was almost enough to destroy the last vestige of control that he barely clung to. Grabbing her hips, he held her still, only to be distracted by the heat that rose from her. She wanted him as much as he wanted her that much was clear. But was he man enough to take from her everything that she offered?

The already short skirt lay bunched up high around her hips, allowing an almost forbidden glimpse of her silk panties. Lowering himself down her body, he pressed his lips to her collarbone, teasing her soft skin, while his hands rolled her skirt higher, coaxing a better view of the lingerie hidden below. He waited restlessly for some form of protest from her when he laid his hand against the soft flesh that rose from the top of her thigh highs, but was relieved when he received none. Instead he took the impatient shift of her hips as a demand for more. She gasped softly in response.

With almost a will of their own, Heero’s fingers slid higher, across her silken inner thighs and brushed against the scrap of fabric that was the last barrier between them. He cupped his palm against her, his questing fingers pressing the material aside and smoothing against the warmth of her centre. His breath caught in his throat, and his heart leapt as his fingers brushed beneath her soft curls and against the slick heat of her folds. He grunted with a raw passion at the rake of her fingernails across his shoulders when he rubbed his thumb across her sensitive nub of flesh and let his fingers penetrate her.

She whimpered softly, her slow and erotic movements driving him on. He stroked her slowly, his mouth capturing her low moans of pleasure. Her hands flittered aimlessly across his back, smoothed across his arms and dropped to caress the smooth skin of his chest. His ardour rose to near breaking point, spurred on by the scorching sensation of her touch combined with the exhilarating thrill of her submission.

Her movements became more focussed, and soon she was fumbling at the top button of his pants, slipping her hand boldly into his fly until she could stroke her fingers along the hard shaft of his arousal. Heero groaned against her lips, her touch testing his resilience and the movement of his own fingers quickened, guiding her to completion. Snatching her lips from his, she glared up at him through heavy lids, her hand relentlessly squeezing and caressing his length, the passion in her eyes making her demand clear. Heero shuddered, a slave to her desire and his own. Next time, he thought quickly, next time he would make this last longer.

Brushing her hands aside, he moved quickly, unfastening his trousers completely and revealing himself to her. Tugging her hips closer to the desks edge, Heero paused only a moment before thrusting into her warm sheath. For a moment all reason escaped him, and he was consumed by the feeling of her, so tight and hot. Heero stopped kissing her, so he could watch her and was again beset by the vision of her; awed that this was happening. She gazed back at him from beneath heavy eyelids, her breath coming in short pants and her hair framing her face like some impure halo.

A voice in the back of his mind nagged at him, told him that he should wait a moment. Wait and allow her to adjust to his invasion. But he was powerless to obey, unable to remain still with the all-consuming demand of his loins. His thrusts were hard and urgent, the heavy desk creaking a little from the force of their joining. She raised her knees, taking him deeper inside her and he growled with the pleasure of it. She squeezed him, her thighs tightening around him as she gave in to her desire. Soft and appealing, her whimpers drove him to distraction. Her complete surrender to him was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and the knowledge of it was almost enough to destroy the last of his composure.

He didn’t want it to be over. He thrust against her, unable to slow their frantic pace, and his breathing became more harsh and choppier. He dropped his head back to her chest, taking a swollen nipple in his mouth and worrying it. She arched against him again, her back taking the tautness of some perfectly crafted bow. She was magnificent, and in that moment, completely his. He could feel the tremors of her climax, and she groaned his name with such alacrity that she would no doubt later be grateful for the installation of her sound proofed walls. She cried his name with such pleasure and wonder, that he was unable to hold back any longer and he echoed her completion with one of his own.

Collapsing against her, his knees quite devoid of any strength, he buried his head in the crook of her neck, and inhaled her scent deeply. Contentment washed over him, and for a fleeting moment he pondered on the possibility of applying for a full time position.

******

Relena lay still, the fading tremors of pleasure still washing over her. His head was heavy on her shoulder, and she could hear his quick breathing and feel the pounding of his heart. It felt so natural and right to be there with him, but as the seconds ticked past, and her familiar sense of principles returned to her, Relena could not stop the deep blush that rose to her cheeks.

The smooth desktop was hard against her back, bringing a sense of authenticity to the moment better than any well-placed pinch could do. She tried to move out from under him, but though he moved his weight, his arms tightened around her, foiling her attempt at escape. He lifted his head, his expression wary and yet even a little vulnerable. Something told Relena that she was witnessing an expression rarely seen by others.

“Sorry…” she whispered, trying to hide the tremor that threatened to overcome her voice, “The desk is a little… hard.”

He was instantly the picture of contrition, straightening away from her and helping her to sit up. Heero stepped back a little, tucking himself back into his shorts as he went. He was watching her closely, displaying none of the discomfort over what they had just done that she had feared that he would. Instead he merely waited, as though the lead were hers to take.

Under his close scrutiny, Relena found the flush of her cheeks deepening rather than diminishing. She needed to say something, anything, but what? She didn’t want him to think this was something she did on a regular basis… that she was some kind of…

“Some things aren’t meant to be analysed away, Relena.”

She blinked at him, her mouth dropping open.

“What? I’m sor…”

The quick brush of his lips against hers left Relena breathless, the kiss quite chaste yet containing a tenderness that soothed her disquiet. His fingers brushed an errant lock of hair away from her cheek and smoothed against her skin. Her heart skipped.

“I’ve never done anything spontaneous in my life. Everything has always been planned, measured, and accountable. Something tells me that you’ve been the same. I don’t know how I let my friends talk me into doing this today. It was unstructured, unplanned, but I went along with it anyway. And I’m glad. It feels good to throw decorum to the wind and follow my emotions. I wasn’t completely sure until today that I would do anything just to be with you. So don’t say your sorry… I’m not. You said it yourself… things happen for a reason. I want to see where this is going to lead us.”

“I’d like that too,” Relena whispered, “I’d like that very much.”

Relena sat on the edge of the desk, watching Heero as he began buttoning his shirt and tucking it into his pants. He fumbled slightly, as he attempted to straighten his tie, triggering Relena to reach forward and straighten it for him. He grinned at her, no more than a lift at the corner of his mouth, but the motion reached his eyes and infused them with warmth. It was a few moments before Relena realised she was staring, and she coughed lightly while she quickly averted her eyes. A wasted exercise, as it was unlikely that he hadn’t noticed.

It was several moments before she realised that his rather rumbled look would most certainly have to mirror her own. Hastily straightening her clothes, her hands flew to her hair and winced at the dishevelled feel of it. Heero grinned at her again, catching a strand between his fingers.

“You should wear it like that more often.”

Relena giggled, and surprised herself with the light and girlish sound of it. Suddenly, she couldn’t think of anything she would like better than to get out of this office, to spend the rest of the day with this appealing man and learn everything there was to know about him.

“I could kill for a cup of coffee right now.”

Heero raised an eyebrow at her, apparently intrigued by her choice of dialogue.

“I can go and make you one…”

“Uh… no, no… that’ll be fine…” Relena stuttered, the memory of the morning’s vile brew flashing back to her. Heero looked at her through narrowed lids.

“You didn’t like my coffee?”

Laughing nervously, she shook her head vehemently.

“Of course I did! Really! I just thought… maybe we could both go out and get some. There’s a terrific little coffee shop just around the corner…”

Heero regarded her thoughtfully, his features set in an expression of mock indignation.

“Well, if you put it that way… but are you sure you can just take off? Won’t you be missed?”

Relena gave a happy sigh.

“Probably… but it’s my birthday. What can they do?”

He laughed, a low and warm shot to her senses. Moving across to the corner, he retrieved her jacket and held it out to her before moving to hold the door open to her. Snatching a brush from her desk draw, Relena hastily drew it through her long hair, not bothering to return it to the earlier fastidious style. He waited, watching her as she paused a moment to watch him. ‘Who’d have thought’ she pondered, ‘who’d have thought?’ Her skin tingled with remembered satisfaction, and her nerves fluttered with expectation of things to come.

Moving through the door, she glanced across at him as he pulled the office door shut behind them.

“So, Heero… as you’re so obviously not a Personal Assistant… What do you do?”

He stumbled a little, righting himself before casting her a somewhat disconcerted glance.

“Ah… yes. Funny you should ask…”

******

[bookworm]

*giggles* Oh, yeah. That was funny. *imagines Heero as a stripper* Whoa...*drools*

[Morrighan]

He-he-he....

I totally loved this, Melo!!

[Kaili Charmer]

hahahaha...heero's coffee making skills suck so bad they caused Relena to lie...is there more? hahaha, that'd be fun. But yeah, this one was funny, hehe

[Wingnut]

*giggles* Oh, yeah. That was funny. *imagines Heero as a stripper* Whoa...*drools*

Then look no further than http://blissfulignorance.com/phpBB/view ... highlight= the prevoius link. It is a fic by AOD that involves that very senerio.
As for this fic, I liked it very much, and that is saying quite a bit as I usually don't like compleately AU Wing fics in general.

[Raspberry]

That was funny as hell! And now, let's go for another chapter...

[Fatimai1]

aww he can't make coffee! who cares he's a uh not a stripper...uh well he's soo adorable!

[Raspberry]

So who is he anyway?.. :-? He's rich - that's right. But WHAT IS HE DOING??? Where does he work?.. Or is he just very rich?.. And that moment with Relena in her office...well that was hot

[Eden]

Wonderful!

I've been meaning to read this for a while but haven't had a chance. Boy! I wish I would've read it sooner! Drool worthy in every respect!

Mel, I love reading your fics, you have such a great way of describing every situation. This one was no exception.

Keep up the great work!

Till next time,

~Eden

[athena]

*fans herself*

That was some lemon, Melodrama! Now I REALLY wish that I'd see boys like Heero in the park. *pouts*

Heero was absolutely brilliant. I love the poor boy even more. He's so awkward, but at the same time, VERY appealing. I love when he was tryng to copy the letters down! I adore him!

And Relena! *dies* For once in her life she decided to be spontaneous. And with a half-dressed Heero in your office, who wouldn't?

I really enjoyed reading this. You are a fantastic author.

-athena