Tip of the Ice Burg 2!!

[Jackie]

Hey! I found this topic and wanted it to continue. Rose said to put all the relevant stuff in one post, so here it is! Everything's in quotes so that the people who wrote it get the credit they deserve.

Edit: Okay, so it didn't all fit in one post... Actually, it probably could have, but I broke it up in two peices.

[Jackie]

Here is a round robbin that I want to start.

"Stupid computer," Duo screemed as he hit the side of the old computer.

Heero glanced over at Duo and then grunted in his usual style. Trowa stood up from his computer and leaned over Duo's shoulder. Humming a bit Trowa took out the pen he had been sucking on and tapped a few keys on the key board. The computer stopped growning and labouring to running smothly. All of the sudden Trowa's face dropped at what appered on the computer screen....

There stood Relena, naked from the neck and down, fully naked. Trowa tried to blink, but he feared that the image would disappear. Suddenly his cheeks were set on fire as he then realized who was in front of him, so exposed. His fingers twitched as they laid on the mouse. He quickly got some of his senses back to close the window, but a hand appeared over his, the fingers gripping his hand tightly.

He snapped his gaze to the side. He found Heero's intense, emotionless gaze staring at the screen. He glanced at the Silent Acrobat from the corner of his eye, then opened his mouth to say something.

Heero growled in a low voice. "You don't have the requisite authorization, Barton. I'm going to have to kill you."

It was then that Trowa realized naked Relena was moving. Dressing, in her bedroom. His eyes widened, and he made the mental note to turn and chide his friend when naked Relena turned around and bent over to slide her panties up her long, luscious-

"OH MY GOD!" Trowa turned to see Duo backing away from the screen, waving both hands in front of him like he was about to be attacked. "I swear, Heero man, when I hacked your security cam, she was NOT doing that. I mean, seriously. I wouldn't spy on-" He stopped. Heero didn't seem to be paying one lick of attention. His focus was on one thing, and one thing only.

Relena turned around, clad only in red satin panties and the matching bra, and stopped in front of her vanity. She picked up a comb to untangle her wet locks. Duo slid up behind Trowa and the three men huddled over the computer - just watching the innocent, but completely erotic display.

Water dripped down the length of her neck, splashing tiny droplets onto her chest. The movement of her arm as she worked the comb through her hair, did interesting...things to her ample, barely covered bust. Trowa adjusted his position in his seat. The room was stifling hot, and add to that the fact that his life span had recently been reduced to however long it took Relena to get dressed, and he was beyond uncomfortable.

A small frown formed on Relena's face and she looked down at her watch. Trowa saw Heero lean closer to the screen, and noted that the man had not blinked once since the lucky find had appeared on the monitor.

The scantily clad diplomat padded over to the closet, momentarily disappering before returning with a neatly pressed white pantsuit - her attire for the day. Trowa caught his breath and felt his body tighten as he quickly, and appropriately guessed her next course of action.

Her hand reached back and unclasped the red bra....

"Relena...."

Self preservantion kicked in, and Trowa clasped his hands over his eyes only moments before the crimson scrap of lace was tossed casually onto the dresser. Heero swallowed. Hard. Peeking between his fingers, Trowa glanced at Heero's set features, the slow tick in his cheek betraying his otherwise stoic expression. They were graced with a flash of her creamy breasts, only moments before turning to lean over to rummage through her underwear drawer.

If the sight of her naked chest was enticing, the view of her satin covered prosterior was even worse. Heero's grip on the mouse was vice-like, and the plastic creaked under the pressure. Duo stood nervously watching, various scenarios flashing through his head of exactly what method of torture Heero would devise far over-riding any testosterone driven urge to enjoy the presented display.

Relena straightened up, having found another bra, and moved back towards the bed, sliding the white lace lingerie on as she went. Her movement was smooth, relaxed... and completely provocative. Heero leaned closer still to the monitor, seeming to Trowa as if he would leap through the screen if he could.

All three men jumped, as a level voice spoke behind them.

"You know... that is a blatent disrespect of privacy. She's going to kill you."

Wu Fie Chang now had his eyes set on the goddess before him. Tearing his eyes away from the intoxicating image, he glanced down at the culprits.
"She WILL kill you. How unjust. Scum." He sat down across the room.
"You men are'nt worthy to be called warriors." he commented before casually picking up a magazine.
"Wu-man! We didn't hear you come in!"
"Wu Fie, we can explain...This is not at all what it looks like...."
Heero had yet to take his eyes off the screen; however, he managed to threaten the Chinese pilot without breaking his concentration of the spiritual body in front of him.
"I'll kill you Chang, if you mention this to anyone."
Wu Fie didn't stir. The magazine proved far more interesting, it seemed.
"That goes for the rest of you as well."
The other pilots nodded, if Heero could've noticed.
Heero continued to feast on the sight in front of him, measuring everything about her, and mentally preparing for what he hoped would happen for them sometime in the future. It was a complete suprise to Heero's reverie when Captain Zechs strolled in the room.

Zechs eyed the four man huddled around the computer. Wondering what they were looking at, he made his way over to the computer.

"What are you looking at?" Zechs asked in a gruff voice.

The four men around the computer turned pale as they reconized the voice. Duo was the first to back away.

"I did nothing, this is not my fault. Blame those two," he screeched and pointed towards Heero and Trowa.

This comment made Trowa and Heero turn paler as they continued to stare at the screen.

"If any one should be blamed it should be you Duo," Quatre said lightly as he peered over the top of his console.

"What's going on?" Zech's asked cautiously stalking closer to Duo

"N...n...o...t..hing," Duo managed to Squeek out.

Zechs turned his gaze towards the computer and saw it. He saw a glimps of Relena and then Duo's body trying to hug the screen in a mock attempt to hide the screen.

Zechs was perplexed the the four men around the computer screen were paler then ghosts and were trying to hide work. Curosity got the better of him.

"What's going on?" He asked in a questioning voice.

"What's going on?" Zechs's eyes narrowed as Duo hugged the screen. Heero's hand reached out to shove the braided Preventer away.

"Surveillance. There was an unidentified...." Relena bent over to slide her panties back down her legs and her naked rear wiggled a bit toward the camera. All the blood rushed from his head, and Heero had to grab onto the desk for support.

Zechs stopped a few feet away. "An unidentified what, Yuy?"

There was something in the tone that cut like a knife through the multicolored haze that seemed to cover everything but Relena. She picked that moment to disappear off screen for a moment, and slowly, with effort, dragged his eyes away. He turned to face Zechs.

And noticed all the other men had already fled for their lives.

Frozen blue eyes glowered in ice-hot embers. "You can't identify an undressed woman? Then you have some problems, Yuy."

Heat warmed Heero's cheeks, but he refused to look away. He held Zechs's gaze for a moment before replying. "There was a blip in the security system. We were checking for possible intruders."

Zechs took a step closer and snarled in Heero's face. "There was no blip. And I have half a mind to tear you apart, limb by limb, and make you regret every millisecond of this...indecent behavior. But I think informing my sister of this little incident will be a much greater consequence."

"I installed the camera for security purposes."

"Then you'll have no reason to worry when I tell her you and your friends were watching her undress."

Heero swallowed against a hard lump in his throat. Zechs whirled around and stomped out of the room. The brief image of Relena's angry face danced in his mind, only to be replaced with the sight of her coming back on screen - clad this time in white lace satin and seemingly studying her suit. His body tightened and his stomach dropped to the floor. He was a dead man for sure.

Heero glanced aorund the now empty room, trying not to look at the screen and notice the way her skirt slid slowly up her smooth legs. With an unsteady hand, he thumped the mouse key and winced as the picture blinked off.

He took a deep, settling breath, and straightened his uniform. Now would be a good time to make himself scarce. There was no telling how long it would take Zech's THE SNITCH Marquise to dob him in. He was sure he could find some kind of job to keep him out of her way for a few days. Weeks. Years? Perhaps a suicide mission into enemy headquarters? Maybe refiling the Preventers mission reports? Anything looked tempting right now.

Stoic features now back in place, Heero strode towards the door, swinging it open with a rough tug. He stopped suddenly, as he found Trowa standing in his path.

"You do realise that you're on Escort Duty today, don't you?"

Heero visibly paled. Oh God.

"I'll give you my entire weeks salary, if you'll take my place."

Trowa smirked, actually smirked, at him.

"As much as I'd love to pay off a second mortgage with the substantial contents of your pay packet Heero, I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline."

Heero glared at him. Escort Duty. For the entire day. That meant being trapped with her, in enclosed spaces like elevators, cars... Heero swallowed again. Whether she knew about the camera or not, how was he supposed to sit next to her after seeing what he had just seen?

"Thanks for nothing Barton," Heero snarled, before setting off down the hall with angry, frustrated, strides.

He was there to escort her to her limo. The all-too-familiar ensemble he had watched her put on seemed to scream pervert. He still had hope. Maybe Zechs had yet to tell her. That would buy him a good 24 hours to come up with an adequate excuse. Unfortunately for him, her eyes notified him she had indeed been told. Try as he might to suppress, the crimson in his face turned a darker hue. She slowly descended her stairs. About as slowly as she took to dress, Heero mused.
His face became less placid as he remembered. She entered the limo without saying a word. Heero cleared his mind before he followed her, trying to think of the perfect excuse. In order to elongate his life, he would need to do some sly talking.
Avoiding eye contact, he entered the car, and sat down, pretending to be more interested in buckling his seatbelt than in her. He was expecting her to make the first move.
?Heero??
This was peculiar. Her tone wasn?t harsh in the least. His automaton personality had him scanning all possible options in her tone.
No madness.
No statement?
It was more of a question.
She was trying to ask him something.
She was going to allow him to explain.
This had to be the answer. ?Yes!? he thought. ?I at least get a chance?
What she said caught him completely off guard.
?You want me, right? Then come and get me, Yuy. We?ve just enough time to accomplish this mission.?

Heero let go of the breath he had been holding since the momment she had appered at the top of the stairs. It was sucked back in the moment those words left her mouth.

Heero's thought began to race as he continued to stare at her.

"Do you think that I wouldn't know about the camera, Heero," she smiled coyly.

Heero's face drained as she mentioned the camera. She knew about the camera in her room.

"I know you watch. That you are turned on by my body," she said softly as she toyed with the exposed skin of her collor bone.

"I know that you fantazie about me," She moved her hand towards his face.

Heero's breath speed up and became shallow as she trailed her hand up and down his face. She moved in closer to his face.

"I know," she whispered and dipped her face in and laid a soft kiss on his lips.

In a room not so far away three sets of eyes were focused directly on a small monitor which showed quite clearly Heero sitting stiff and straight as Relena pressed her body up against his, trailing kisses from his mouth to his ear. The whispered words she said to him, though slightly distorted by static, were still audible.

?I fantasize about you too,? she murmured running a hand up the inside of his jacket and pulling loose his tie. ?I wonder what it would be like to watch you undress.?

?Oh my!? Sally?s eyes were round as she watched Relena slowly undo Heero?s tie and discard it on the floor. ?Is she really going to go through with it??

?She was very upset when Millardo told her about the surveillance cameras,? Noin replied ?She was determined to teach him a lesson.?

?Undress for me, Heero,? Relena had pulled away from the obviously stunned man.

Une reached down to press a button marked ?record?.

?Looks like its show time,? she grinned.

"Relena..." It was all Heero could think, or perhaps not think, to say once her lips had been withdrawn from his. "You...know?"
She almost wanted to roll her eyes. She had said just said so, quite blatantly in her opinion. "Of course I know, Heero. I want to know everything about you."

Sally grinned. "Boy, is she ever good at this."
"Shhh!" Une scolded her. "This is a very important mission, Po. Directly from the Vice Foreign Minister herself."
Noin, unlike Relena, had no problem simply rolling her eyes. "Oh, come on, Anne. All we're doing is teaching Tom about peeping."

"Tom," however, was not a very quick learner, Relena was beginning to find out. She sensuously trailed her lips from his forehead and, nudging the collar of his uniform shirt down with her nose, to his collar bone.
"Relena..." Heero fought for focus in the raging, swirling male hormones that had gone to unite in a single location between his legs. "Should we being doing this? Ah... Here?"
She almost thought about coming clean and choking the beautiful neck that had been revealed when he'd thrown his head back. Patience, she told herself. Patience would bring great things in the end. "Driver," she said, scraping her teeth over Heero clothed shoulder. "I'd like to be alone with Mr. Yuy now."
The tinted window that separated the front seat of the limousine from the back one obediantly went up.
Relena's lips curled into a smile that Noin, Sally, and Une could only identify as sinister. "Heero..." She raised her body from his for a moment, and touched the tips of her pink-painted fingernails to the top button of her white pantsuit. "There's a good twenty minutes before we have to look presentable."
Something in Heero sparked.
"Why don't you let me...entertain you?"

Wufei's eyebrow twitched impatiently from the driver's seat. "Women," he whispered at a volume that would be inaudible to the currently-occupied Heero and Relena, "why the hell am I doing this?"
"Because, Wufei," Sally's stern voice made his sit up a little straighter. "Heero was being unjust. We are trying to rid him of his sinful dishonor."
"Then why isn't Barton doing this?" he demanded. "He's a lot better at being silent."
Noin smiled to herself. She didn't want a rant to pop up, but she told the truth. "Trowa wouldn't be in a safe driving condition with those two making inappropriate sounds back there. He'd get a hard-on and probably attempt to switch places with Heero. Zachs said he was on the verge of drooling."
Wufei grumbled. "Damn."

Warning: Rated R!!!

"Why don't you let me...entertain you?" Relena whispered and began to unbutton the top of her suit. Heero's gaze instantly fell to her chest, and the beautiful flesh she was exposing.... So much nearer now than before. So much more tempting.

She peeled off her jacket off then pressed against him once again; the heat of her body ignited dozens of fires in every contact point between them. Her hands roamed under his shirt, and her mouth... She tasted so sweet.

He struggled against the drug-like sensations, willing himself not to touch, not to admit too much. Her brother had told her....

Relena's hands smoothed away the front of his button down shirt; her fingertips stirred the blood hammering underneath his skin. His breath caught, and the world began to spin. She paused her attentions and gazed up into his eyes. He could only imagine what she saw....

"Heero..." Her voice was soft, gentle, maybe frightened. Her face paled and she froze. He felt her body harden in his lap. His hand found itself on her arm, traveling up its length to her shoulder, then finally coming to rest at the nape of her neck. A smirk turned up one corner of his mouth....

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Noin's eyes widened and she swallowed against the lump in her throat. "I, uhhhh, think maybe we should turn this off," she said. On screen, a very brief silence reigned as Relena's skirt was removed and tossed aside. Heero reclaimed his position ontop of the prone form of the Vice Foreign Minister.

Sally looked away. "I think the tables have been turned a bit. I'm sure she wouldn't want us watching."

"This could be part of her plan," Une said.

"Ooooooooh, Heero, ah!" The sound of Relena's voice increased the temperature in the viewing room another five degrees.

"I don't think so. Relena's not had any experience in the seductress department." Noin lowered her eyes to the floor. ?And you know how she feels about him.?

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, Relena..." Heero?s voice was a low moan.

"I think we should turn it off."

Sally nodded.

Une raised an eyebrow. "I think we should continue taping, just in case. If you two are correct, we'll destroy the recording. If she manages to pull it off, we still have the evidence."

"It seems a little risky, but.... Agreed." Noin reached to flip the switch on the monitor.

"Oh my God, it's so--" The television went black.

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Relena's hands coaxed at the front of Heero's pants. His eyes closed. Her fingers tugged at his zipper, then slipped inside. It felt so....

The grey haze of unconsciousness beckoned. He couldn't focus on anything. The world spun out of control, leaving only the softness of her skin, the intoxication of her touch, the heat of his groin in the cool flesh of her palm....

He pinned her down against the seat, crushing his mouth against her lips. She kissed him back; her arms encircled his shoulders and flattened her chest against him. The lower half of his body sought her entrance with a mind of its own. He pulled away and located the lone obstruction with his eyes. She still had her panties on.

He reached to pull them off, but stopped short. Something niggled at the back of his mind and he worked to bring it forward, despite the naked and very willing woman he was about to---

"Where's the camera, Relena?"

Blue eyes cracked open. "Wh-what?"

"Where is the camera."

"Which one?" She blinked and appeared to focus on him once more. "The one in my room, or the one in this car?"

"Car."

"Don't worry about it. I'll have it taken care of."

"Hn."

He allowed her to pull him back into his previous position, no longer hindered by her panties. He caught her lips in a fiery kiss and felt himself sink lower into the silken comfort of her body. Warmth, softness...he was dying to feel her all around him. He met her eyes and asked permission, steeling himself for a denial he hoped would never come.

"I love--."

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! The rapid tap of knuckles at the glass jarred the heated stillness of their limousine paradise.

[Jackie]

Relena froze, her eyes widening as it became all too obvious that the car was no longer moving. Oh God. Oh.... God. Why was this happening? It was so unfair! Heero glowered at the window, and Relena was relieved that his gun was on the floor with his pants, or the person on the otherside of the glass would likely have met their demise by now.

What was she thinking!? She wasn't relieved! His gun was on the floor! With his pants! Heero's pants weren't meant to be on the floor! Relena squirmed away from him, the seriousness of her predicament finally touching home. As much as she had wanted this to happen for more time than she cared to admit, her innocent (well, semi-innocent then) daydreams of her first time with Heero had certainly been a little more classy than a quick shag in the back of a limo. Well, most of her daydreams had been more classy than a quick shag in the back of a limo.

The sharp rap of knuckles sounded on the glass again, shaking Relena from her state of confusion. Heero stumbled back, as she pushed him hard, his expression dark and his frustration clear on his normally stoic features.

"Relena..." he growled, cut short as she literally threw his shirt at him, followed by one of his shoes. Glancing around, Relena began to tug on her pant suit without her customary grace.

"Get dressed, Heero, for goodness sake..."

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Wufei leant against the vehicle, wondering what was taking them so long. He was confident that Heero had withstood the womans' wiles... afterall, the former pilot was certainly not so weak as to allow a mere female to gain the upper hand. Of course... he was still bemused as to why the camera had been placed in the Ministers room in the first place...

He jumped back, as the door suddenly swung open, and Relena practically bounded from her seat. Wufei watched with narrowed eyes, as she hurried towards the building, smoothing her hair as she went.

Heero stepped from the vehicle a little slower, seeming oddly drained. He also looked like he wanted to kill someone. Wufei had a sinking feeling he was on the top of that list. Heero's shirt was also on inside out. Wufei doubted that Heero had noticed. Watching the dazed man wander after his charge, Wufei glanced back into the limo, noticing something out of place.

"Yuy," he called, jogging to catch him up "I think these might be yours."

He couldn't help but grin maliciously at his friend, as he pressed a pair of white, lace panties into Heero's hand.

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Noin and Lady Une crept back into the camera room, careful to go unnoticed.

"I think we should just delete it, Noin. If she asks for it, then we just say it was accidently wiped or something. It's really not something we want falling into the wrong hands."

Noin nodded, leaning to take a closer look at the recorder. She frowned, noticing that the green light indicating that the tape was still in use, was not on. She pressed eject.

"Ummmmm.... Une..."

Lady Une paled, looking from the recorder, to Noin, and then back at the recorder.

"Noin... where is the tape?"

Noin, blanching as well, only a shade lighter, blinked in confusion. Her dark eyes scanned the room quickly, carefully before looking back into the brown, uncertain, frightened ones of her friend. All she do was shrug, before throwing herself at the device that had recorded such an event. She furiously jabbed at the Eject button, her cuticle turning a nasty red. Dejectedly, her shoulders slumped, and she stopped. Flexing her stinging finger, she put it into her mouth, trying to soothe the pain with her tongue.

Lady Une was really pale. She lowered her gaze to stare questioningly at the small, square, black device. It was her turn. With wide, wild eyes, she lunged for it and began to pound the side of a clenched fist into the top of it. She screamed at it with full, uncontrolable anger mixed with fear of what the Vice Foreign Minister would do if she found out about this.

"Damn it! Throw it back up, you piece of worthless shit!" She began to kick at the table, trying to release more of her fury. "You could've eaten the bloody tape up, so give it back to us!" Her untamed expression softened, and she began to stroke the black box gently. "Please, I'll give you a cookie?"

Noin blinked, baffled by the abrupt attitude change. Reaching for the women, she dragged her away to a far corner of the room and sat her down in one of the white, plastic chairs aligning the dark walls. She firmly kept Une's hands clasped together, while her heavy breathing calmed. "There's no need to get so violent with it, Une. It's just a stupid machine..."

Une turned her dazed eyes towards Noin's clear ones. She bit her lip, and then shook her head. "Do you think it's possible for someone to have come in here while we were away and taken the tape? Perhaps this was all planned out like..." Her voice failed her. She looked at her hands resting in her lap.

[Edited by blackrose for the sake of continuation]

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With the white panties having been shoved into his pocket hastily, Heero strode down the lengthy hall with a thundercloud over his head, the rain sparing him no mercy as it continued to pour unforgivingly. Everyone littering the hallway immediately moved out of his way. They knew him. They feared this man. They knew what he could do. With his gun tucked safely away in the back of his pants, he hurried down the hall to where that godforsaken woman had disappeared to.

He still didn't know about his shirt being inside out...

He didn't seem to care.

A woman jogged after him, just as he passed a dimly lit hall. "Mr. Yuy!" she called after him. She waved at his turned back frantically.

Heero spun around, nearly knocking into her. "What!" he barked loudly. His shout echoed off the walls, reverberating within every eardrum that was in the area. He swallowed, trying to push his anger down. He knew she had done this on purpose; he knew what that damn woman was up to.

The startled, traumatised--probably for life--woman cleared her throat, wincing. "Ms. Darlian went down that way." She pointed down the barely lit hallway. How inviting...

Heero turned his back to her and headed, fuming terribly, down that hall. He left the woman to stare after him in stunned silence. He never apologized to those he hurt. There was just no point. He knew she was in a meeting, but he was going to get her back. Oh, yes, this would be a good one. He smirked to himself, not even feeling the muscle in his face twitch in an attempt to lift the almost lifeless flesh that clung to his face. Amazing...it still worked! Somewhat...

Checking the numbers, as he practically ran down the hall, he spotted the room where she was scheduled to be, to meet some important Ambassador from some "far" off planet. He thought about that for a moment before pressing a button on the keypad beside the doorframe that jutted out. The door swished open on a whisper of air. Everyone seated turned their attention to him. He glowered at each of them before his deadly glare hit her face. He recognized fear, anger and embarassment when he saw it clearly.

Walking into the room, not apologizing, he sauntered at a casual pace to where the VFM sat at the far end of the table. Reaching down into his pocket, he was by her side at that moment. The timing could've never been more perfect then this. He hid another smirk. Relena lifted her head, looking up at him with angry, questioning eyes.

"You're late. Have a se--" Heero crushed his lips to hers, cutting her off swiftly, easily. This was easy to do, he had figured out. Grabbing her head with his free hand, he held her mouth hard to his and began to assault her mouth with his tongue right in front of everyone. Some had gasped, while some sat gaping at the two of them.

Relena struggled against him, moaning in protest. Heero didn't care about her complaints. Instead he went further. Pushing past the crumbled defences he knew so well, his tongue relentlessly beat against hers, taking charge of everything. With his lungs feeling like ballons about to bust, he jerked his head away. Relena fell back against the tall chair, gasping for air. She brought a trembling hand to her chest, while her desperate attempt for air faded.

Having caught his own breathless state, he observed her for a brief moment. He knew she had enjoyed that. He knew she wanted more. Well, she was about to get it.

"That was for the good time in the...limo." He turned and began to leave, but stopped, turned back around and dropped something onto the top of the table in front of her and the others. It made a soft plop as it hit her folders. Everyone leaned forward in their chairs to see what it was. Heero turned again and headed for the door.

Once in the doorway, he turned and shot her a wink. "I thought you might have wanted them back. Enjoy, and it was fun, Relena." He left behind the cool air of the closing door....

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[edited by blackrose for continuation]

Relena sat at the meeting table pulling her face into a mask of polite interest. To every observer she was listening and participating in the discussion, but reality she was replaying the events over in her mind. It had all started so easily; the whole purpose of getting Heero undressed in the limo was to demonstrate to him how uncomfortable it was to be scrutinized so closely. Unfortunately it has all gone horribly wrong as she had fallen under the spell of his sculptured chest. Rather than teach him a lesson she had indulged herself in what only could be described as a session of heavy petting.

She felt herself blush as she recalled the touch of Heero's lips against her skin, the sensation of his breath tingling against her neck, the caress of his fingers on her... She shook her head slightly trying to dispel the rising warmth she felt in her abdomen and cast a quick glance towards him.

He stood in his usual position leaning against the wall, his arms crossed and his eyes closed. Security was tight around the building and his stance showed that he was confident that Relena and the other delegates were in no danger. Whilst he had his eyes closed she allowed hers to remain on him.

Relena felt longing as she watched him, she wished that she could leave the table drag him back to the car and finish what they had started. She grimaced slightly. Actually, she wished she could talk to him and explain why she had acted as she had. She had waited so long for their relationship to develop into a sexual one, she did not want it to start on the basis of what was in actuality a set up. She wanted their relationship to be a long term one, not one of a few hurried minutes in the back of a car.

Heero suddenly frowned, his hands clenching a little. Relena raised an eyebrow. Was he actually asleep? He jerked loosing his balance slightly before straightening, his eyes open and staring around the room. He made eye contact with Relena and flushed slightly before one of his hands dropped to his pocket. He almost visibly sighed as he found what he was searching for, then again folded his arms and stared out the window ignoring the puzzled glance Relena was giving him.

Relena sighed, and turned her attention back to the meeting. The sooner it was over with, the sooner she could try and fix this mess she was in.


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Heero knew that she was watching him, but continued to look out the window with studious intent. The dream he had of embarrassing Relena in front of her political associates was almost of nightmare proportions. He would never do such a thing to her, she was too important to him. Yes, she had probably set him up in the limo but he was sure that her responses to his caresses and kisses had been completely genuine. She was too sincere, too honest to fake such a reaction.

He frowned, his fingers absently touching the delicate lace in his pocket. If Wufei had not interrupted them they would certainly have consummated their relationship in the back seat of the limo.

Heero's fingers tightened around the lace. Wufei was the one his anger should be directed towards, not Relena. He was the one that had interrupted them at what was an extremely interesting point. Heero allowed his mouth to pull into a little smirk.

And as soon as this meeting was over, Wufei was going to pay.

'Thank God, it's finally over!' Relena thought as she stood to leave the room with the rest of the delegation. She was antsy as Hell, and it wasn't helping that the procession out the door was taking way too long. 'Hurry up! Come on, you stupid line! How long does it take for people to single file out of a room?'

Several minutes later, after everyone had long since bustled out of the room, Relena's eyes darted from side to side, trying to track down her elusive bodyguard, fully intending to drag him to a dark, quiet corner and finish what they had started in the limo.

'Dammit, where is he?!'

Her expression turned dark, and the few officials in the vicinity spotted the look on the usually composed woman's face, and it was enough to make them do a quick 180 and begin a brisk walk in the opposite direction. They pitied whomever was on the receiving end of that glare, and they desperately prayed it wasn't him. They didn't want to be the one in the body bag the next day.


~*~*~ The parking lot... Where the limo awaits... ~*~*~

Heero smirked to himself, his purposefully stalk scattering all in his wake. He had just contrived the best and most interesting punishment for his former comrade-in-arms.

The man was going to die.

Back at the Peacecraft Palace***

*** Duo grinned evilly as he finished copying the contents of the tape to the computer in front of him. He needed to make quick work of this. Although he had successfully disabled the device that monitored all of the doings on his computer and led directly to Zech's room, www.loveinacar.org was waiting.

Just as he was about to press the button that would send the tape to the homepage, he heard the familiar sound of a gun's safety being disengaged. Lifting his hands (and dreading it was Heero), he turned in the revolving chair with pale features.

His hands dropped to his sides, jaw slacking. "Oh my God... This isn't what it looks like, Trowa..."

Trowa raised the eyebrow that wasn't covered by his hair and nudged the gun in his direction. "Hand me the tape, Maxwell. I'm taking you to Une and Noin. Now."

**************

Relena ran frantically -- or what seemed frantically only to her -- out of the parliament building and into the parking lot. Of course, he would be out by the car. Why would he want to wait inside for an eternity? It all made sense.

What didn't make sense was that he was gripping the driver by the throat and muttering barely audible threats to the still man. Unable to see who the driver was but prepared to make immediate apologies to him, Relena began to dash to the limo.

"Heero! Don't! Let him..." When Relena was close enough to see who the driver was she gasped. Preventer Chang was scowling ominously at the object of her desire. Each man held a gun directed at the other, though she wasn't able to tell who was defending himself.

"Wufei?" she asked in disbelief. "Heero?"

Heero's eyes darted to hers, and the blue slashed into her, colder than the Arctic Ocean. "What do you want, Relena?"

Her heart shredded and fell in pieces to his feet.

No way. Not here. Not now. Not ever. There was no way she would let him talk to her like that. No way in heck. Pride took control of her normally calm features. This was her game. These were her rules. She had started this, and watched it plummet too far out of control. She had gone way past her intended zone, but she would fix it. She would end it. Here. Now. Narrowing her eyes, she waited until both men acknowledged her. When she found she was loosing the fight, she did what had to be done. Swiftly opening her purse, she pulled out a shiny metal object, which she was told to use in case of an emergency. Well, this was what she considered an emergency.
The safety was clicked off, and she pointed the weapon steadily at the two former pilots. ?Drop your weapons. Both of you.? She commanded. Her voice, Heero noticed, had never been this harsh. Even when she yelled at the top of her lungs, her voice didn?t carry as much revulsion as it did now. She never faltered. Every movement she made reminded the men of their soldier days. She was impeccable.
?You two have played your roles in my little game. It?s over now.?
?Relena..? Heero?s voice sounded incredibly tired. She grasped the gun more tightly.
?It?s over. No more games.? She muttered through clenched teeth.
The men still had yet to drop their weapons, and it was greatly irritating her. Wu Fie was the first to note her eye twitch, and casually dropped his weapon. She glanced at Heero, who did the same.
?Get in the car, Relena.? Heero commanded, the fatigue in his voice gone.
?I want you both to explain to me what?s going on.? She said, ignoring Heero.
?Get in the??
?NOW.? She hissed.
Wu Fie smiled, as he began to tell his side of the story?Pleased with her reaction towards Heero. If his hunch was correct, she?d be even more infuriated when she knew.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

He sat, fidgeting nervously under a steady beam of light. A slow bead of sweat worked its way down his brow, adding to a puddle on the floor. Trowa was standing against a doorway watching his every nervous move, and waited for his superior to enter.
?Trowa, man, you know I was joking?right? That tape mysteriously wound up on my desk!?
?In your VCR.?
*gulp* ?Yeah?In my?.VCR.?
?And you didn?t mean to be making copies.? Trowa threw out the phrase as if it were no big deal.
Duo visibly paled.
?Trowa! You can?t possibly send Zechs in here! He?ll kill me! You couldn?t do that to a friend, could you??
Trowa had no time to reply as the door slowly opened. The weight of the door made the hinges squeak, and Duo felt as if he was in a prison movie. The light silhouetted the figure, and he had to squint just to be able to see a form.
?Duo Maxwell, you?ve been a naughty boy.?
Huh? That isn?t Zech?s voice?.
?Wouldn?t you agree, Hilde?? it continued.
Holy?..
?Oh yes. I?d DEFINITELY agree?
Duo whimpered.

Relena glared at Wufei, waiting to hear what possible explanation he could have. She pretended to ignore the small gawking crowd that has beginning to gather. The moment he opened his mouth and began to sputter his normal vocabulary of Injustice and weakness, she interupted him.

"You know what? Shut up. I've changed my mind. I don't care. Just get in the damned car and take me home."

Stepping around the two mouthing agents, Relena yanked open the car door and slid onto the backseat. Seeing Heero move to follow her, she turned on him.

"Don't you dare get in this vehicle, Heero Yuy."

Heero glared at her. "Relena..."

"Don't 'Relena' me, Heero. I need some time out... You invaded my privacy, embarass me in public and then think you can order me around like you're my, my, BROTHER. I'm tired of all the games. Walk home Heero."

If she hadn't been so angry, she probably would have gained some satisfation from the amazed expression on Heero's face as she slammed the door shut.

******

Wufei smirked at Heero, but only briefly as it was wiped off his face by the patented Yuy deathglare. Coughing, he moved quickly to escort the Vice Foreign Minister home.

Heero watched as the limo moved away from the curb, his hands shoved into his pockets. What was it about Relena that always made him lose control?

Heero would have been shocked by her behaviour, if it weren't for the fact that the insane woman had long since passed the point of being shocking. Afterall... anyone capable of inflicting him with permanent sexual frustration, seducing him in the back seat of a limo and then nonchalantly walking into a meeting wearing no underwear, was perfectly capable of aiming a loaded gun at him. He should have been grateful she didn't blow his head off. Or any other part of his anatomy for that matter.

His index finger brushed against the scrap of silk that was still secreted away in his pocket. He really should give them back to her. Maybe. Dammit... this was NOT the way things were supposed to work out.

He needed a new plan of action.

[Jackie]

^ That's the last post, but I didn't really see how it fit in... Maybe I'm missing something??

Anyway, that's as far as the thread went!


[ETA - by blackrose] Elen replied to the first page of posts, not seeing the rest. She asked us to disregard, so I've removed it. [/ETA]

[blackrose]

All right, I think it's all squared away, represented, etc. I have gone back through and just trimmed out a few parts that I thought might help in terms of continuity. And, as with all round robins, I reserve the right to change details as we go along - and you are not permitted to get upset that such and such might not match with what was said earlier...

When a bunch of people get together and write a story, we can't be perfect with details, and sometimes we change details to suit our inspirations. If it were our story to begin with, we'd go back and change that part earlier in the story to match what struck later, but we don't have the luxury of that with this type of setup. SO. We will change details (MINOR ones like Relena being in a pantsuit or being in a skirt) or tweak things a bit (like ignore, maybe, a line that flat out SAYS Duo stole the video tape - if the character didn't say it, he didn't do it).

And I shall open this topic to sign-ups. PM me if you want a turn.

[Jackie]

Is no one signing up, Rose?

[blackrose]

Sorry, I've had a couple of PM's. I'm the one holding up the show. I just re-surfaced from an overdose of family functions and the like. Lemme go look again and, I dunno, answer some of the brave souls.

[AnShino]

Geh! I finally get the chance to read the WHOLE thing [ not even noticing it was all compiled right here in a niftly single thread ] and it's just... not... finished? *cries*

*does a complete 180 on her emotions* so is this even being continued anymore?

[Jackie]

:-? Well, maybe if we all poke Rose......

[epyon]

*poke*

(as politely as possible)