(fic) Slave (LEMON, NC-17, 3x11)
Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 4:25 pm
My first ever het Trowa lemon. be merciful and all feedback is welcomed.
Title: Slave
Warnings: PWP Lemon with a tinge of angst, NC-17, don't look if you are not 18. Tinges of BDSM.
Pairing: 11x3 then 3x11
Notes: can be considered slightly AU. I prefer to think of Trowa as being 17, older than the
other pilots. Based off of Beck's avatar pic. Une can be considered OOC but I feel like her
Colonel Une guise would rather take control. ^_^
Lunar Base
He sat on the bench in his cell, his eyes half-closed. His compatriot was held in another room,
to keep the two pilots from collaborating on escaping. He felt like it was a waste of time, 01
had no intentions of taking him along to wherever he went if he escaped. Anyway, tactically, it
was a good idea to stay in the Lunar Base for a little longer. Here, he could figure out and
master the new mobile suits they were making as well as letting the scientists work on his
gundam.
He closed his eyes as to go to sleep but that was for naught because his cell was unlocked and
two OZ soldiers stepped in. The one holding the keys barked, "Colonel Une wants to see you
immediately!"
However, neither of the soldiers made a move to touch him. Trowa guessed that they were sort of
scared of him or something. He stood up and allowed the soldiers to grab him and escort him out
of the cell. The one without the keys said, "Colonel Une wants you in her office!"
The one with the keys smirked and said, "Colonel Une is very angry tonight. I would feel sorry
for him if he wasn't a gundam pilot."
Trowa ignored the comments; he knew that if he wanted to, he could easily take his guards and
escape. But this was not the time for that.
Shortly. they made their way to Colonel Une's office. The first soldier knocked on the door and
said, "He is here."
Colonel Une told them, "Come in."
Trowa's eyes scanned the room as he came in. Something felt slightly different in the room but
he wasn't sure what. He looked at the Colonel. She looked the same, her hair was up in those
same buns, her uniform was clean and pressed but there was an air of expectancy to her motions.
She barked to the soldiers, "Leave us," before turning around and rummaging through her desk.
She did not say anything, but Trowa took the seat in front of her desk. His eyes widened a
little when he saw that she took out a piece of rope and a blindfold. Colonel Une made a face
and then put the blindfold back in the desk.
Trowa leaned back into the chair, fully content to let Colonel Une tell him what this was about
when she wanted to. However, Trowa was surprised when Colonel Une took the rope and tied his
hands behind the chair. He knew he should have resisted but something inside told him not to.
After tying his hands behind the chair, Colonel Une smirked. Then she inwardly winced, thinking,
'He will never forgive me.'
Colonel Une then shook her head, she would not think of that now. Treize had not been faithful
to her so she could enjoy herself with this him. She had noticed him, his composure and his
maturity when he was first captured. She wanted him there and now. He was younger than her but
definitely a man unlike the other pilot who was still somewhat in childhood. Colonel Une smiled
then whispered, "I've always wanted to see how you would be like in bed. Too bad I can't have
you in my bed."
Trowa stared at her, waiting for her to finish her thought. Colonel Une obliged him, saying,
"You are my slave tonight," before loosening the buttons on her OZ dress coat. She was naked
underneath it but she did not take off the dress coat to Trowa's dissatisfaction. She stripped
off her boots and dress pants. Trowa idly looked over Une's body and smiled in appreciation.
That sentiment was short lived when Une climbed into his lap and took his lips with her own. She
led, her left hand wrapping behind Trowa's head while her right hand started to unbutton his
shirt. She felt the beginnings of his arousal through his pants as his tongue entered her mouth.
Une inwardly smiled, Trowa Barton was not going to let her take control easily.
She ended the kiss, idly sitting in his lap while raking her fingers through the sparse hair on
his chest. She thought then decided not to take off his shirt. Instead, she opened his fly,
satisfied by the peeking of his hardness out through his boxers. Une sighed, too bad his hands
were tied up, she would have pleasure of seeing him strip. She eased off of his lap and eased
his pants and boxers off with his help. Trowa kicked off his shoes while Une took his pants off.
After that, Une just looked at him. He was the most beautiful man that she had ever seen, even
more beautiful than Treize. Her eyes blanked, she told herself that she would not think of him
at all. Then the wetness between her legs brought her thoughts back to other things.
Trowa inwardly frowned, he knew that she was thinking of Treize. Then Trowa smirked a little.
The more she allowed herself to get distracted, the more he could work on getting free.
Une composed herself and went back to her task. She sank on her knees as Trowa opened his legs.
She had a sense of trepidation like her plan to seduce Trowa was not exactly going her way.
However, that was okay as she saw her prize. He was hard, long and all hers. Une smiled as she
trailed a finger up and down his manhood, her eyes noting the rise and fall of his chest. She
said, "I wonder how soon you will be begging for me to release you," as her fingers grasped his
manhood and started to stroke up and down. Trowa laid back in the chair, his mind focusing on
Une's fingers as they caressed his manhood. Then his mind went blank as her mouth replaced her
fingers.
Une could feel herself getting wetter as she loved him with her mouth. As a shudder went through
Trowa's body, she could feel him starting to come but she wasn't going to make it that easy for
him. She stopped and took his manhood out of her mouth. She moved back until she was resting on
her heels. Closing her eyes for a minute, she did not notice that Trowa was free from his bonds
before she found herself on her back on the floor, Trowa's mouth on top of hers. His body was
hard and long, and there was passion, smugness and a tinge of need and anger radiating from him.
As his tongue delved into her mouth, Trowa's right hand pushed Une's OZ coat off before joining
his left hand in wrapping her legs around his waist. Trowa ended the kiss and looked hard into
her eyes before entering her. Une gasped, it felt good but she didn't want it to go this way. In
a simple movement, Une had Trowa resting on his back, a surprised yet cool look on his face. Une
nipped his neck as her body lowered itself on his manhood. She rode him, her hands keeping his
hands to the side so he couldn't do anything yet moan. They came together, as Une whispered
Trowa's name.
Afterwards, Une quietly moved off of Trowa, noting that her hair had come out of its buns. Trowa
laid on the floor as he watched Une dress. As Une finished dressing, Trowa said, "Next time, it
will not be like that at all. Think of that the next time you are with Treize Khrushenada."
Une glared at Trowa while Trowa took his time to dress and then left without her permission.
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AC 197
She gasped as she felt his weight shift on the bed. She was handcuffed to the bed and Trowa
seemed like he was everywhere. Her eyes were blindfolded; all she could do was feel. Anne could
tell that he was in between her legs but it seemed like he was touching her everywhere. It was
weird but also thrilling to have this loss of control.
She began to buck against the restraint as Trowa's fingers stroked her center. She could feel
his smirk as he manipulated her body to give her intense pleasure. Anne moaned as she felt him
hungrily kiss her neck. Then Trowa sensuously whispered, "come for me Anne, just like that."
Automatically, Une began to buck hardly, her orgasm coming over her in waves as Trowa's fingers
kept busy.
The mistress had become the slave.
Title: Slave
Warnings: PWP Lemon with a tinge of angst, NC-17, don't look if you are not 18. Tinges of BDSM.
Pairing: 11x3 then 3x11
Notes: can be considered slightly AU. I prefer to think of Trowa as being 17, older than the
other pilots. Based off of Beck's avatar pic. Une can be considered OOC but I feel like her
Colonel Une guise would rather take control. ^_^
Lunar Base
He sat on the bench in his cell, his eyes half-closed. His compatriot was held in another room,
to keep the two pilots from collaborating on escaping. He felt like it was a waste of time, 01
had no intentions of taking him along to wherever he went if he escaped. Anyway, tactically, it
was a good idea to stay in the Lunar Base for a little longer. Here, he could figure out and
master the new mobile suits they were making as well as letting the scientists work on his
gundam.
He closed his eyes as to go to sleep but that was for naught because his cell was unlocked and
two OZ soldiers stepped in. The one holding the keys barked, "Colonel Une wants to see you
immediately!"
However, neither of the soldiers made a move to touch him. Trowa guessed that they were sort of
scared of him or something. He stood up and allowed the soldiers to grab him and escort him out
of the cell. The one without the keys said, "Colonel Une wants you in her office!"
The one with the keys smirked and said, "Colonel Une is very angry tonight. I would feel sorry
for him if he wasn't a gundam pilot."
Trowa ignored the comments; he knew that if he wanted to, he could easily take his guards and
escape. But this was not the time for that.
Shortly. they made their way to Colonel Une's office. The first soldier knocked on the door and
said, "He is here."
Colonel Une told them, "Come in."
Trowa's eyes scanned the room as he came in. Something felt slightly different in the room but
he wasn't sure what. He looked at the Colonel. She looked the same, her hair was up in those
same buns, her uniform was clean and pressed but there was an air of expectancy to her motions.
She barked to the soldiers, "Leave us," before turning around and rummaging through her desk.
She did not say anything, but Trowa took the seat in front of her desk. His eyes widened a
little when he saw that she took out a piece of rope and a blindfold. Colonel Une made a face
and then put the blindfold back in the desk.
Trowa leaned back into the chair, fully content to let Colonel Une tell him what this was about
when she wanted to. However, Trowa was surprised when Colonel Une took the rope and tied his
hands behind the chair. He knew he should have resisted but something inside told him not to.
After tying his hands behind the chair, Colonel Une smirked. Then she inwardly winced, thinking,
'He will never forgive me.'
Colonel Une then shook her head, she would not think of that now. Treize had not been faithful
to her so she could enjoy herself with this him. She had noticed him, his composure and his
maturity when he was first captured. She wanted him there and now. He was younger than her but
definitely a man unlike the other pilot who was still somewhat in childhood. Colonel Une smiled
then whispered, "I've always wanted to see how you would be like in bed. Too bad I can't have
you in my bed."
Trowa stared at her, waiting for her to finish her thought. Colonel Une obliged him, saying,
"You are my slave tonight," before loosening the buttons on her OZ dress coat. She was naked
underneath it but she did not take off the dress coat to Trowa's dissatisfaction. She stripped
off her boots and dress pants. Trowa idly looked over Une's body and smiled in appreciation.
That sentiment was short lived when Une climbed into his lap and took his lips with her own. She
led, her left hand wrapping behind Trowa's head while her right hand started to unbutton his
shirt. She felt the beginnings of his arousal through his pants as his tongue entered her mouth.
Une inwardly smiled, Trowa Barton was not going to let her take control easily.
She ended the kiss, idly sitting in his lap while raking her fingers through the sparse hair on
his chest. She thought then decided not to take off his shirt. Instead, she opened his fly,
satisfied by the peeking of his hardness out through his boxers. Une sighed, too bad his hands
were tied up, she would have pleasure of seeing him strip. She eased off of his lap and eased
his pants and boxers off with his help. Trowa kicked off his shoes while Une took his pants off.
After that, Une just looked at him. He was the most beautiful man that she had ever seen, even
more beautiful than Treize. Her eyes blanked, she told herself that she would not think of him
at all. Then the wetness between her legs brought her thoughts back to other things.
Trowa inwardly frowned, he knew that she was thinking of Treize. Then Trowa smirked a little.
The more she allowed herself to get distracted, the more he could work on getting free.
Une composed herself and went back to her task. She sank on her knees as Trowa opened his legs.
She had a sense of trepidation like her plan to seduce Trowa was not exactly going her way.
However, that was okay as she saw her prize. He was hard, long and all hers. Une smiled as she
trailed a finger up and down his manhood, her eyes noting the rise and fall of his chest. She
said, "I wonder how soon you will be begging for me to release you," as her fingers grasped his
manhood and started to stroke up and down. Trowa laid back in the chair, his mind focusing on
Une's fingers as they caressed his manhood. Then his mind went blank as her mouth replaced her
fingers.
Une could feel herself getting wetter as she loved him with her mouth. As a shudder went through
Trowa's body, she could feel him starting to come but she wasn't going to make it that easy for
him. She stopped and took his manhood out of her mouth. She moved back until she was resting on
her heels. Closing her eyes for a minute, she did not notice that Trowa was free from his bonds
before she found herself on her back on the floor, Trowa's mouth on top of hers. His body was
hard and long, and there was passion, smugness and a tinge of need and anger radiating from him.
As his tongue delved into her mouth, Trowa's right hand pushed Une's OZ coat off before joining
his left hand in wrapping her legs around his waist. Trowa ended the kiss and looked hard into
her eyes before entering her. Une gasped, it felt good but she didn't want it to go this way. In
a simple movement, Une had Trowa resting on his back, a surprised yet cool look on his face. Une
nipped his neck as her body lowered itself on his manhood. She rode him, her hands keeping his
hands to the side so he couldn't do anything yet moan. They came together, as Une whispered
Trowa's name.
Afterwards, Une quietly moved off of Trowa, noting that her hair had come out of its buns. Trowa
laid on the floor as he watched Une dress. As Une finished dressing, Trowa said, "Next time, it
will not be like that at all. Think of that the next time you are with Treize Khrushenada."
Une glared at Trowa while Trowa took his time to dress and then left without her permission.
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AC 197
She gasped as she felt his weight shift on the bed. She was handcuffed to the bed and Trowa
seemed like he was everywhere. Her eyes were blindfolded; all she could do was feel. Anne could
tell that he was in between her legs but it seemed like he was touching her everywhere. It was
weird but also thrilling to have this loss of control.
She began to buck against the restraint as Trowa's fingers stroked her center. She could feel
his smirk as he manipulated her body to give her intense pleasure. Anne moaned as she felt him
hungrily kiss her neck. Then Trowa sensuously whispered, "come for me Anne, just like that."
Automatically, Une began to buck hardly, her orgasm coming over her in waves as Trowa's fingers
kept busy.
The mistress had become the slave.
That was... WOW 