Big Shot (lemon/NC-17)

[Goldilocks]

Look! It's new writing! It's not Ryuu! It's...a lemon??

This idea has been hovering on the edge of my creativity for a long time now, and I never did anything with it...mostly because I'd sworn off of writing lemons. Or so I thought. Here comes this weekend, and the muses insisted that I was going to write this fic, and I was going to write it now. And so I did...it's a fluke, I swear!


Big Shot
A Gundam Wing fic by Sara
Pairings: 1xR
Warnings: Yes folks, this IS a lemon, which means there is graphic sex involved. You have been warned. I take no responsibility for any young'uns who stumble across this because Mommy and Daddy aren't keeping a close enough eye on their little pervert.

Notes: The characters aren't mine. The song isn't mine. It belongs to Billy Joel. Additionally, with regard to character ages: They're older than 21 here, so they're not shy teenagers any more. This is my fic, and I write from the perspective of a citizen of the US, where the drinking age is 21. Therefore, they are above the legal drinking age here. I don't condone underage drinking.


~*~

She found him in the breakfast nook. He was sipping on a cup of coffee, looking as ruffled, yet completely composed, as he always did. He was poring idly over the Society section of the newspaper, his eyebrows arching occasionally.

She chose to announce her presence with a drawn-out groan. He lifted his eyes from the paper, regarding her with cool curiosity. She was dressed casually in a loose sweatshirt and baggy cotton shorts, but still managed to look uncomfortable and rumpled. Her hair was damp, as though she had just gotten out of the shower. "How are you feeling this morning, Relena?"

Relena groaned again, trying not to wince. "Like I was hit by a train," she admitted, her words mumbled together painfully. "Remind me to never accept anyone's offer of an Nth glass of champagne the next time we have to go to one of these functions, okay?"

Heero chuckled slightly, but said nothing. Relena scowled.

"You're looking well this morning."

The young man shrugged. "I can hold my alcohol. I also took precautions against this happening. You did not."

Relena glared. "You could have helped me, you know," she grumped. Her frown deepened. "Just how drunk was I last night, anyway?"

Heero gazed at her over the rim of his coffee cup, his hooded eyes betraying his amusement. "You don't hold your alcohol well, Relena."

~You went uptown riding in your limousine
In your fine Park Avenue clothes
You had the Dom Perignon in your hand
And the spoon up your nose~

"What a stupid party," Relena stated crossly. She pulled the water pitcher from the refrigerator and reached for a glass, wincing as she moved too quickly. "I should never have gone. Every time I turned around, someone was pushing another glass of champagne on me. I completely lost count of how many glasses I drank." She poured water into the glass. "I don't know why I didn't stick to my limit," she muttered. "Three drinks; no more. Only three drinks. Why did I let myself go over that last night? I got carried away."

"That much," Heero intoned, "was quite obvious."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Water sloshed from the pitcher as Relena tipped it angrily, leaving wet splotches on the kitchen floor. "You were supposed to be there to protect me from this sort of thing. You certainly didn't have much to say about trying to stop me." She replaced the pitcher on its shelf in the refrigerator, shutting the door with a slam. "You could've stopped me before I got myself too far into that mess."

Heero snorted. "You were in no danger. You did not consume enough alcohol to risk losing consciousness or suffering from alcohol poisoning. Besides," he smirked, "you seemed to be enjoying yourself, by my estimation. I thought that you would appreciate the opportunity to let down your hair, for a change."

Relena glared. "What fun is it when I cannot even remember what happened? That does not seem like much fun, to me." She paused before sipping, glancing around the counter for something. "I thought you left the aspirin out here last night, Heero."

"You're only going to make your headache worse if you drink that water. It's too cold."

Relena scowled at him. "I'm thirsty, and I'm not drinking warm water. And I suppose you have a better plan?"

~And when you wake up in the morning
With your head on fire
And your eyes too bloody to see
Go on and cry in your coffee
But don't come bitchin' to me~

Heero took a long, slow sip of his coffee, the sound of his slurping slightly muffled, while Relena glared at him, her silence demanding an answer. He closed his eyes as though savoring the flavor, then stood up, carefully setting the mug down. He crossed the kitchen until he stood next to Relena. "As a matter of fact," he said, carefully schooling his features as he faced her, "I do." He regarded her expression. It was one of suspicion, curiosity, and underlying pain. His lips twitched slightly.

Then he kissed her.

It was no simple peck, this kiss. He claimed her lips almost forcefully, his hands clasping her shoulders. He grinned inwardly with satisfaction as he felt her jump, felt her muffled exclamation of shock vibrate against his lips. The glass of water plummeted from her hand, bouncing once, and splashing cold water against his ankles. She struggled. He felt the flush of her fever against his skin, the tang of her taste sharp against his tongue. But not until she stopped struggling did he pull away.

Relena's expression was slightly dazed. She blinked once, then twice, before coming back to herself. Her face set into a scowl. "What the hell was that for?!"

"You said you wanted to know if I had a better plan. As a matter of fact, I do." There was that smirk, once again. "In fact, my plans might...jog your memory a bit, with regard to what happened last night."

Her eyes narrowed. "What do you mean...Heero, what happened last night?" Her expression grew slightly panicked. "Tell me!"

~Because you had to be a big shot, didn't you
You had to open up your mouth
You had to be a big shot, didn't you
All your friends were so knocked out~

Heero sighed. "Relena, I had my suspicions about that 'party', and have had them for quite some time. I suspected that the hosts would use the opportunity to get crucial information from you, regarding your peace plans." Relena's eyes widened. Her plans had been kept a very careful secret since the outset, and various groups had been trying to gain information for about as long.

The blood drained from Relena's face, making her look more sickly than she had when she'd first come downstairs. "Heero!" she yelped, her voice strangled. "Tell me I did not say anything. Tell me the truth!"

He stepped forward again. "Interesting, that," he murmured, kneeling down to pick up the discarded water glass. "You get very...talkative, when you've had too much to drink. In that portion of their plan, your would-be spies assumed correctly." He set the glass upturned in the sink, his movements deliberate and slow.

"Heero--!"

At the sound of his name, he turned around. She looked so innocent standing there, disheveled and pale, her lips slightly swollen from the assault they'd just received at his advance. "However, they did not plan on one thing."

"And what's that?" She was twisting the hem of her shirt in her hands, wringing it silently. He knew she was cursing him in her mind for dragging out the inevitable.

His grin grew feral. "You don't talk about politics when you've had too much to drink, Relena." He strode to her side and deftly scooped her up, slinging her over one shoulder. She yelped in indignation. "Heero!! What are you--put me down!!"

~You had to have the last word, last night
You know what everything's about
You and to have a white hot spotlight
You had to be a big shot last night~

Heero continued to talk as he strode through the expansive building rapidly, cursing that her bedroom was on the opposite side of the house from the kitchen. "As luck would have it," he grunted more than spoke, "you like to talk about more...personal things, when you've had too much to drink. I know that I was quite interested in hearing what you had to say."

Relena was still squirming. "Heero, put me down!! I think I'm going to be sick..." He felt her grow slightly limp in his arms. He allowed himself to worry just enough to set her down...which was all the opportunity she needed. She darted down the hall in the opposite direction, but she was still suffering the effects of her hangover, and was not as fast as normal.

He caught up with her, grabbing her right wrist and spinning her around to face him. He grabbed her left wrist and pinned her up against the wall.

"The thing is, Relena," he purred, his voice harsh, "I was quite interested in what you had to say, last night. Quite interested, indeed. I've been waiting all night, and most of the morning, for an opportunity to discuss the topic with you." He ground his body against hers, leaving no doubt as to what was on his mind. "Especially considering that your favorite topic of conversation last night was...me."

Her eyes widened. "I..." She blinked, and swallowed hard. Heero could tell she was having difficulty fighting with her control. "I...what did I talk about...what..." She blushed. "I..."

He leaned in to kiss her, this one slower and more sensual than the kiss in the kitchen. He found that he enjoyed this round much more, when Relena wasn't puckering her lips in an attempt to pull away. For her part, Relena did not seem too terribly to mind this kiss; her eyes closed, and she struggled briefly to extricate her wrists from his hands before giving up. "For starters, you told everyone that I was an excellent kisser. Several times, in fact."

Relena's eyelids fluttered. "I..what?!"

~They were all impressed with your Halston dress
And the people you knew at Elaine's
And the story of your latest success
Kept 'em so entertained~

She was blushing now, adding to the flush coloring the pallor of her skin. Relena rubbed at her temple, as though her headache was back in force. "I don't think I can handle this right now--"

He was steering her toward the bedroom again, but at least this time, he didn't pick her up and sling her over one shoulder. "I think you can," he said. "After all, didn't you say last night that you..." He leaned over to murmur something in her ear. Relena flushed a bright crimson. "I said no such thing!" she shouted, then winced. "You'll pay for this, Heero Yuy."

"I think that after this, our debts will be settled with one another."

"What's THAT supposed to mean?!"

Heero only gave her another enigmatic smile, and kept walking. Relena stopped in the middle of the hallway, arms crossed stubbornly over her chest. "I'm not taking one more step until you explain yourself."

"I suggest we have this discussion behind closed doors," replied Heero. "Unless you want the entire house to know that you came home drunk last night, and I had to put you to bed? Including undressing you?"

Relena blanched again. "You...you didn't!"

"You were dressed very ostentatiously. It was not suitable for sleeping."

She blushed furiously. "That is hardly an excuse--!"

Another smirk. "You kept talking while I helped you get ready for bed, too, you know."

"WHAT did I SAY?!"

~But now you just can't remember
All the things you said
And you're not sure you want to know
I'll give you one hint, honey
You sure did put on a show~

They reached the bedroom, and Heero made careful note to lock the door behind him. Relena stood in the middle of the room. Her eyes closed with a wince of pain. "Heero, this had better be worth the trouble."

Heero had stepped into her adjoining bath, and she heard the faucet running. He reemerged holding a glass of water. "Drink this," he ordered, giving her a critical look. "For one thing, you're dehydrated. That is why your head hurts like it does." He watched her until she had drained the glass, then took it back and returned it to its place on her nightstand.

Relena licked her lips slightly, and glared. "Now will you tell me what I said?"

Heero shook his head. "I will, however, tell you what prompted it. One of the hosts asked you if you had any...secrets. And apparently, you did. In fact, you hid the secrets so well, that not even I knew about them."

She scowled. "That doesn't help me very much."

"Then I will elaborate. I was as surprised as everyone else in the room that you have been carrying a torch for your bodyguard for almost as long as you have known him."

Her eyes widened. She glanced from Heero to the door, back to Heero again. "I..." Her mouth snapped shut. "But that is hardly incriminating evidence worthy of this treatment!"

"No," Heero conceded. "It is not. However, you did not stop at that admission."

"I...I...I didn't..." She flushed a furious scarlet, and turned to hide her face. He reached out and took her chin in one hand, forcing her to look at him.

"Oh, no, Relena. Not this time, you don't. Last night, you, while sitting next to a potted ficus tree, your arms wrapped around the pot as though it were your new best friend, made a rather tearful statement that you lamented the day you ever met me, because it seemed as though I never noticed you. That's not entirely fair, Relena. I have noticed you. More than you think. Why do you think it is I volunteered to be your bodyguard? Yes, it was partially because you needed protection, and I am the best. But I will admit that I would be lying if I said that that was the only reason." He was surreptitiously moving closer to her, and she was unconsciously moving backward to get away from him, unaware that he was pushing her closer and closer to the bed. "All this time, all these years, I've stayed by your side, and you never made any indication that you were interested in me. Of course, I will admit that I was not diligently looking for signs, and I will admit that perhaps you were waiting for me to make the first move." He smirked, the gesture sardonic. "I will also admit that I am a male, and as such, sometimes have to be broadsided by the signs in order to notice them."

Relena discovered the edge of the bed as she backed into it. With an undignified squawk, she ended up falling backward upon it, sitting down hard. Heero caged her knees between his legs, straddling her lap and curbing her escape, and planted his hands on either side of her body. "Last night, if I am not mistaken, I was given the verbal equivalent of twenty miles' worth of orange road construction signs, as per such a signal." His mouth quirked. "I therefore decided that this was a topic for investigation, to make sure I wasn't imagining things. And that is what I plan to do, because I don't believe that you were lying last night." He leaned down until their lips were almost touching. "Am I right?" he whispered.

Her face flushed scarlet, but it was obvious that he had uncovered something in Relena's subconscious that forbade her from denying. "Heero...I..." She gazed up at him, her eyes wide, mouth slightly parted, and it was all Heero could to do keep from taking her right there and then. Instead, he bent down to capture her lips in a long, leisurely kiss. This time, she was neither unwilling nor indifferent, but rose up to meet him almost eagerly, savoring the feel of of his mouth against hers.

When they finally parted, she looked up at him. "Won't you tell me what I said?" She nearly pouted. "I...still can't remember..."

Heero seemed to consider this. "Well...perhaps I can show you what you said..." The smirk returned, and he began to slowly inch down her body, until he was kneeling on the floor next to the bed, his fingers resting lightly on the waistband of her shorts. His hands moved down to stroke gently, seductively, along her thighs, his thumbs massaging the soft skin of her inner thighs. "After all, you made some rather...wild claims on the part of my abilities, and I intend to make sure that I...exceed the standards, so to speak."He pushed up the hem of her sweatshirt, nuzzling at her bare midriff, kissing her skin. He could still smell the slight traces of soap, and he pushed down the hem of her shorts, licking at her hipbone. She gasped, and Heero felt goosebumps rising along her skin from his touch. He smoothed them away with lips and tongue.

Relena moaned. "H-Heero...I don't think...this is such a good idea right now..."

He looked at her through his lashes from his position between her knees. "You asked if I had a better idea about a cure for hangovers, didn't you? That is what I am doing." He smirked. "Sex increases the heart rate, which increases blood flow and circulation, as well as releasing certain endorphins into the bloodstream. All of these are effective countering agents for a nasty headache. So really, instead of making matters worse, this should help things, a great deal."

"But...but I--ohhh..." Her protests died as he nuzzled at her mound through her clothing. He grinned up at her, then tugged shorts and underpants down to her knees in one swift movement. "Now, I do recall you saying something about how it drives you wild when I do this..." He ducked his head down and lapped at her folds, teasing them open.

"Heero--!!"

~Yes, yes, you had to be a big shot, didn't you
You had to prove it to the crowd
You had to be a big shot, didn't you
All your friends were so knocked out~

Heero ignored her protests, and continued his ministrations. His tongue darted out, smoothing across her hot button. She gasped and bucked against him, her hips jerking off of the bed. Her hands grasped at his head, fingers knotting in his hair where they flexed convulsively. She pushed against him, trying to grind up against his face as though begging him not to stop. He trailed his tongue downward and dipped it inside her, savoring the taste of her, both salty and sweet. At one point, his eyes rose from his task to regard her. Her head was thrown back so that all he could see was the smooth column of her throat. Her jaw worked silently. He felt her knees buffet his shoulders, and heard her joints clicking softly as she curled her toes, digging her feet into the carpet and the side of the bed. He flicked his tongue across her clit again, and was rewarded with another gasp and another arch of her back.

Seeing her react with such pleasure, knowing that he had driven her so wild with such a simple gesture, was more than enough to cause the heat to rise in his own blood. He lapped at her, licking his lips at the intoxicating taste of her, and knew she was close to reaching her climax. He felt his own body reacting, but it was not quite time. He felt her body stiffen, breath coming in short gasps, but before she could reach completion...he stopped.

Relena released her breath in a loud, frustrated huff. "Heero--!!" she gasped, her eyes pleading with him to continue. "Please...don't stop..." Her hands ghosted down as though she planned to finish herself what he had started, but he batted them away. "No, Relena," he said, his voice holding the barest hint of mockery. "Don't you remember? You said that I was a tease when I go down on you, because I always stop right before you come. And yes, you used those very words, my dear."

She flushed again, but it was obvious that mortification was taking a back seat to lust. "And what else did I say?"

He dipped one finger into her sticky wetness, bringing it forth coated with her fluids. "That I always kiss you when I'm finished," he purred, licking her moisture from his finger sensually, "and that tasting yourself on my lips always turns you on." He hovered over her, rubbing his nose against her cheek before kissing her. He nibbled at her bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth, before releasing it to slip his tongue inside. She responded eagerly, pushing herself up to devour his kiss, her arms snaking up around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair once again. Their tongues danced together as she tasted both him and herself, her mouth greedy in its demands for more. As they kissed, she brought her knee up, rubbing against his arousal slowly. He growled into her mouth, arching his hips against her knee.

Heero broke their kiss abruptly. "Then," he said, his voice a harsh panting rasp, "you said that it took your breath away when I started to kiss your neck...like this..." He attacked her neck with ardent fervor, nibbling along the cords that jumped under her skin as she gasped and tensed with surprise. He pushed her knee away and settled himself to rest his hips against hers, allowing his arousal to press firmly against her. She moaned and pressed up against him, making small, frustrated noises at the barrier of fabric keeping him from her. He could feel her wetness slowly seeping through his jeans, and he ground his hips against hers in response.

"You also..." He growled as she tightened her thighs around his hips, sending an electric jolt of wild desire down his spine and causing him to grow even harder, if that were even possible. "...you also...said that you love it...when I do...this..." He latched onto her neck at the point where neck and collarbone met, applying teeth and pressure. Her neck arched to allow him more access to the expanse of her skin, and her hands found his back in response, clawing at his shirt and ducking underneath, her nails smoothing against his skin, causing goosebumps of his own to rise. He reared back slightly to admire his handiwork; a small reddening patch which would grow to become an unmistakable mark. It was a mark of conquest, of possession, and another wave of desire rose in him. In response, he ducked his head and traveled the length of her collarbone, alternately licking and nipping her skin.

~You had to the last word, last night
You're so much fun to be around
You had to have the front page, bold type
You had to be a big shot last night~

As his lips traversed the expanse of her neck and collarbone, he busied his hands with tugging at the hem of her shirt, eager to divest her of it. She was only too eager to help. Her hands left her back to wrestle with the offending fabric, and he only paused long enough in his ministrations to pull back and allow her shirt to be slipped over her head. He cast it to the side, and looked down at the woman beneath him. A small groan bubbled up from his throat. He had had his suspicions, and now they were confirmed: Relena was not wearing a bra.

Her eyelids fluttered, and the smoldering lust he saw there nearly shredded what remained of his composure. Instead, he paused to regard her for a moment. He nuzzled at the valley between her breasts, savoring the smell of her. "Do you remember now?" he murmured, his breath tickling her skin. He felt rather than saw her shake her head. "You don't? Not even what you said about your breasts?" He cupped her left breast with one hand, his flesh grazing the soft satin of her skin. He pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling it experimentally. "You said that I could get you to do almost anything, when I did this." Teeth replaced fingers, and he grazed them across the hardened nub before nipping her, with a bit more force than he'd intended.

"Aah!" Her chest arched in response, mashing her breast against his face. His tongue laved across her nipple, soothing away the shock from his bite. His other hand soothed its way across her belly to cup her right breast, his thumb massaging the nipple slowly. He reveled in the way Relena cried out at his touch, the feel of her body's heat in his mouth and in his hand, her hands grasping at his shoulders. At this moment she was his, utterly and completely, and he could do whatever he wished, and she would not say no. He alternated small, sharp nips with soothing passes of his tongue, the feel of her pulse pounding against his mouth. His own body cried out for release, but it was not yet time, not yet....

He replaced his mouth with his hand, and massaged both breasts with enough force to gather and hold her attention. "You put on quite the show last night, Relena" he said, his voice harsh with desire, "All eyes were on you. At that point, most of them didn't care that you weren't giving them the information they wanted." He pressed his chest against her lower abdomen, and began licking the sheen of sweat away from her skin between her breasts. "It didn't matter to them that most of what you said was not the truth. You were playing the star to their voyeurism." He could feel Relena's harsh, uneven breathing through his whole body; it resonated through him and seemed to form a small intense warmth behind his navel. "I can also tell you that some of the guests were turned on. Very turned on. In fact, had I not been there," He nibbled the skin of her left breast, and was rewarded with a shiver and more goosebumps. "someone very well might have tried to see if you were as good as your word." He caught her eye, and she saw the feral twinkle deep within their depths. "How does that make you feel, Relena?"

"I..." The word was a strangled gasp. "Heero...please..." Her whole body arched against him, and he could feel her need for him as powerful as his own need for her, through each joint and muscle, and the heat of her skin pressed against his. "I...I want you...please...don't...I can't take it any more..." Her gaze was wild and beseeching, beyond control and anything else but what she wanted more than anything at that moment.

~Well, it's no big sin to stick your two cents in
If you know when to leave it alone
But you went over the line
You couldn't see it was time to go home~

It was that, hearing her in that voice, asking him to do to her what he'd wanted to do for so long, that finally broke the remaining ties to his will. He suddenly couldn't get out of his jeans fast enough. Relena seemed to sense his urgency, and sat up to help him, unbuttoning his fly and slipping one hand inside his pants to cup his arousal. His breath hitched as he felt her smooth skin slide against his, and it was all he could do to keep from yanking her hand away from him before he lost himself completely.

He finally kicked his jeans away, and turned to face her. She sat before him, legs parted slightly, hands propping herself up as she peered at him. She chewed on her lower lip in an obvious play of seduction. He leaned over, placing his hands on either side of her. "Tell me what you want, Relena," he growled, refusing to break eye contact. "Tell me."

She raised her arms to place them around his shoulders, and tried to pull him closer to her. Her nipples rubbed against his chest in a way he decided he liked very much. "You," she purred, having regained some of her control. "I want you...and only you." She kissed him, trying to pull him down to her as she did so, and he eagerly responded with lips and tongue. He broke contact abruptly, and scooped her up to turn her so that her legs no longer dangled over the edge of the bed. He propped himself over her, and allowed his hips to fit to hers, impressed and excited by the way they seemed so perfectly suited to each other. He longed to feel her wrapped around his sex, to feel her and know her both inside and out. From her actions, she wanted the same; her hips arched against his, bumping against his almost painful arousal.

"Do you want this?" he said, teasing her, running the tip of himself across her inner folds, rubbing against her. "Do you want me?"

"Heero--!" she gasped, her voice strangled with desire. "Don't...don't make me beg...!"

He grinned. "You told everyone that you hated it when I teased you like this," he murmured, fitting himself to her, "so far be it from me to frustrate my lady." He arched his hips and allowed himself to slowly slide into her. He expected resistance, but met none; he did not have the time nor the ability to think about this fact. He groaned out loud as her warmth enveloped him; she gasped at the feeling of him inside her, and the movement sent spirals of liquid pleasure coursing through his veins and setting his nerves on fire. He felt her clench, and had to grit his teeth to keep from losing himself completely.

"Oh God, Heero..." She bit off her words and arched against him, begging for him to move. He complied, slowly pulling out and plunging back in, and reveling in the sensation of her warmth all over again. It was ecstasy, sheer and complete, and he could not imagine why he had waited so long to be with her in this manner. He forced himself to maintain a deliberately slow pace, teasing her with his motions, feeling her clench and tighten around him. "And then," he ground out, pressing his body against hers so that he spoke in her ear, "you told everyone...that I started out...very...slowly...and it drove you completely mad with wanting..." She writhed beneath him at his words, her nails raking along his back as though to urge him to go faster, her breath in synch with each torturously slow thrust of his hips.

~No, no, no, no, no, no, you had to be a big shot, didn't you
You had to open up your mouth
You had to be a big shot, didn't you
All your friends were so knocked out~

He grabbed her hips, and reared off of the bed, taking her with him, until they were in a seated position, their legs intertwined, his sex still deeply seated within her. "And you told everyone that I had a habit of changing positions during sex. Several times." He wrapped his arms around her torso, pinning her body to his. Her legs curled around his hips, and they moved together in synchronous rhythm. Her breath rasped in the heavy silence of the room, and he murmured words in her ear, knowing when he felt her gasp and shiver beneath him that his words had an effect on her. "Can you imagine?" he murmured, his breathing ragged, "All of those diplomats...those elite, important people...they all heard what you want me to do to you...what you say I have done to you." He enjoyed the languorous pace he had set, enjoyed the warm, tingling of pleasure through his body. "It was as though we were demonstrating for them, right then and there."

Relena was beyond words, simply enjoying the pleasure herself. "You said that when I do this to you, you can't keep silent," Heero teased as he pushed his hips against hers. "You told everyone that you're surprised that the entire building can't hear you, when we're together like this." She had no words; her voice, however, was far from silent. The sounds of her pleasure made Heero want her even more. He paused for a moment, lying back and letting her straddle his hips. He propped himself up on his elbows. "Ride me, Relena," he rasped. "You told everyone that it was your favorite position. I want to see your face as you enjoy yourself with me. Show me how much you enjoy this."

She took his cue, bracing her knees on the bed and rearing over him. Her sex engulfed his, and he watched it for a moment, mesmerized by the sight of his arousal buried within her, shivering as she arched back, rising off of him, and he emerged, glistening and coated with her moisture. She plunged down again, impaling herself upon him. His eyes tracked upward to her face. She was flushed with pleasure, her hair wild and tangled as it danced across her shoulders. Her hands snaked upward to cup each breast, rubbing her nipples as she increased her pace. He reached forward and slipped a finger into her folds to toy with her, and was rewarded with a strangled gasp and a sudden clenching of her inner muscles, and a shivering so deep that he felt it down into his core. She increased her pace to one that went beyond the tempo he had set, and he could feel that they were both reaching the edge of their climax.

He placed his hands on her hips, guiding her movements, grinning as he probed into a sensitive area that caused her mouth to gape open wordlessly, like a fish gasping for air. She found words, but all she could utter was his name. "Ohhhh, Relena," he groaned, matching her pace. "I'm almost there." He gritted his teeth, and flipped her over onto her back again, hooking her knees over his shoulders and pinning her hips to the bed for leverage. "Do you...remember...what you told them was my favorite...grand finale?" He held himself as still as he could, feeling her gasp and quake around him. "You said...that I pounded you so hard...you thought the headboard was going to shatter." She shivered at his words. "Then...what are you waiting for...?" she said in a voice barely above a whisper.

He took her cue, and began thrusting fast and hard, his eyes glittering at the sight of her breasts jolting with each punishing thrust. Her head thrashed from side to side as she neared completion, hands clasping the sheets beneath her almost convulsively. Heero could feel the muscles in her calves flexing against his shoulders. When she reached her edge, he was right there with her, wrapping his arms around her as he arched against her in one final movement that brought him into an explosion of wild colors behind his eyes as a pleasure more great than anything he had ever experienced washed over him.

~You had to have the last word, last night
So much fun to be around
You had to have a white hot spotlight
You had to be a big shot last night~

He collapsed, wrapping his arms around Relena as the warmth of his climax slowly ebbed, and for a time, there was only the steady rasping of their breathing as they fought to regain themselves. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the smell of sweat and sex, reveling in the afterglow. Her fingers smoothed his hair from his temples, cool against the heat of his brow.

After a time, he propped himself up and looked at her. "How is your headache?"

She blinked experimentally, glancing at the light shining in from the windows. "Much better," she admitted. "How did you know that this would work?"

Heero shrugged in one fluid motion. "Something I read somewhere once," he said, his voice neutral. She smiled, and pulled him back down to her chest. The lull of her heartbeat was enough to make him want to fall asleep; he had never felt a bed as comfortable as the sanctuary of her arms. He almost did sleep, until her voice, languid in its own drowsiness, cut through the fog of his thoughts.

"Did I really say all those things last night?"

He smiled against her skin. "You did," he admitted. "And everyone was...quite surprised. I think you scandalized several people. I don't think that anyone there had any idea you thought such things." She laughed, and he looked up at her. "I know that I didn't realize you thought such things, myself."

Her expression sobered. "Heero..." she said, her voice faltering. He silenced her by rising up slightly and kissing her, a tender gesture that reflected only a shadow of the wild passion they had just shared. "Some things need to be discovered without talking it out," he murmured against her lips. "I've wanted this for a long time, too."

She smiled at him as they parted. "If I had known it would've been like that," she said, her lips curving up into a smirk, "I would've gotten drunk and blabbed all of my deepest, darkest secrets a long time ago."

He nuzzled her neck, then turned over onto his back and cradled her to his chest. "Well...for what it's worth...we certainly don't have to wait for the next time you decide to air your secrets in public, any more." She responded by tightening her arms around him, her voice drowsy. "I plan on it, Heero," she said, her eyelids slipping closed. "I plan on it."

As do I, Relena, he thought silently, pulling her to him in a tight hug, before relaxing and letting sleep claim him, as well.

*Fine*

As always, C&C is greatly loved and appreciated. ^_^
--Sara

[bookworm]

Sweet. ^__^

Inner Heero must be puffing out his chest. Men.

*shakes head*

Still...very nice, Goldilocks. Very nice, indeed.


Random thought:
Eh, don't get me wrong, but just right now, the name reminded me of Goldilocks the Filipino restaurant/bakery. Hmm...food.

[Morrighan]

Ooh... Very steamy. *fans herself*

Now I <i>knew</i> Relena had a vixen-ish side to her somewhere... Who knew it'd come out when she was drunk?

Great job, Goldilocks!

[Raspberry]

I don't know if I should laugh or blush

I'd surely wish to see Relena's reaction when she would have to meet with all those people And as for Heero... Well, he's also a good story-teller

This was great ficcie, Goldilocks Excellent job!

BUT...

He expected resistance, but met none

Relena not a virgin?.. Or horse riding was the cause of her broken hymen (again)?.. You owe us (me) explanations!

[Wingnut]

I don't know if I should laugh or blush

I'd surely wish to see Relena's reaction when she would have to meet with all those people And as for Heero... Well, he's also a good story-teller

This was great ficcie, Goldilocks Excellent job!

BUT...

He expected resistance, but met none

Relena not a virgin?.. Or horse riding was the cause of her broken hymen (again)?.. You owe us (me) explanations!

She's right, you owe us an explanation on that one.
I personally think that Relena did indeed get drunk and all like she remembers and as Heero told as well, however the part about her ranting on about all of this had to be made up. Heero would not have let the display go on long enough for her to mention all of the details Heero discribed.

Aside from that this could easily win the 1xR lemon of the year award. I does so far in my book.

[lilac310]

I absolutely agree with what everyone said....This is just so exhilirating!!!..whew, what a story!!!... ..You just gotta love Heero in this one!!...Relena's such a lucky girl..I can just imagine Heero saying those very words to Relena -->"Ride me"...hahaha...wonderful!!!!...oh well, I'm babbling...

This is the best lemon I've ever read...You definitely captured everything I've ever wanted to read in a lemon story!!!!... Sweet!!!!

[AnShino]

>snickers< nice one but im also confused as to the resistance thing...

Random thought:
Eh, don't get me wrong, but just right now, the name reminded me of Goldilocks the Filipino restaurant/bakery. Hmm...food.

rndm thought of a rndm thought: me too!!

[Lady Casper]

aw me likes this. veryyy verry much so... me most read more...wait no more to read...eh goldilocks...must read more...

[WindCloud]

you need to write MORE MORE MORE, I enojoyed reading this a lot =)

Whew~ SO hot and steamy

[Cleo]

oh gosh.
I don't usually review, but, well....
good job. really, VERY good job.
it vas fantastic, and it's one of the best lemons I've ever read...


But... I've just a question:

. "I plan on it, Heero," she said, her eyelids slipping closed. "I plan on it."

As do I, Relena, he thought silently

did he plan this?
to my mind,............. yes


please, answer me!!!