NTI (NC-17, lemon)

HeeroPV · Post by **HeeroPV** » Mon Dec 05, 2005 1:55 am

NTI
A Shin Kidou Senshi Gundam W fanfic by Preventer Void

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Okay, here I am again. Apparently, my previous lemon, Healing, was a big enough hit to warrant another sexual fic. In fact, one of my friends declared that I had "mad pr0n skills" o_O;; Anyway, this is like Healing inasmuch as it's Heero and Relena, but isn't like Healing inasmuch as...well, you'll see.

I personally rate this fic NC-17 for explicit sexual content and swearing, including some rather detailed descriptions of the female body. And no, there's absolutely no yaoi, or even any hints to it. You have been warned.

Oh, and although I'm a major stickler for realistic continuity in Codename: Lightning, I will reference some real-life objects in this fic, simply because it makes my job easier.

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Heero looked over his situation grimly. Things were NOT looking good. He knew his opponent was up to something, but he didn't know the full extent of it. As for himself, he only had one chance, slim and unlikely though it was. It required great risk, and if anything went wrong, he was as good as dead. Steeling himself, he opened his eyes, reached down, nd flung five red chips into the pile in the center of the table.

"I call."

Quatre reached for the single card lying face down and flipped it over.

"And the River is...the Eight of Clubs. Gentlemen?"

Trowa laid his cards on the table. "I have three Sevens."

With a smirk, Heero revealed his hand, the Nine of Spades and Six of Hearts. His gambit had paid off; that Eight gave him the straight he needed to keep from losing all his money. As Trowa nodded to concede defeat, Heero swept the chips to his side of the table and began the process of neatly stacking them.

"Man, how come none of the hands I stay in ever get that exciting?" bemoaned Duo. He had dropped out of the last hand early on.

Heero looked at his long-time friend, as serious as if he were about to report the death of a family member. "Maxwell, your poker face is as easy to read as the large print edition of the Cliff's Notes for 'Green Eggs and Ham'."

The braided teen winced at that. "Heero, you're so mean."

With a grunt, Zhang Wu Fei stood from his seat at the table. "The truth hurts. Look, it's already one in the morning, and I have a lot of paperwork to get to tomorrow, so I'm going to call it a night. See you guys later." Picking his jacket off of the coatrack next to the door, the Chinese pilot took his leave of the others.

Trowa picked up the deck and shuffled it with the skill and confidence of a Las Vegas dealer. "So, you guys want to keep going, or are you getting sick of Hold 'Em?"

"Nah, we've been playing for so long I think I have imprints of the suits on my palms," commented Duo as he stood and stretched, with soft popping noises audible. "Why don't we just shoot the breeze for a while? It's good to relax and talk among friends without having a war to incite it, eh?"

"That's true, but we still have our jobs, so we shouldn't stay up too late," mused Quatre.

He, Duo and Trowa talked amiably for several minutes, chatting about personal happenings; Quatre related an amusing anecdote about being pulled over, Trowa mentioned that he'd be touring with his circus as a cover for a Preventer assignment, Duo talked about meeting with Hilde's stern, disapproving mother. After a pause, they all looked over to Heero, who was reclining in his chair, staring at the ceiling.

Quatre was the first to speak. "Um, Heero? Are you okay?"

Without moving, Heero grunted. "Yeah."

"Then why so quiet," asked Trowa.

"I don't have much to talk about...it's sort of personal."

A wide, mischievous grin split Duo's face. "Ooh, it's something juicy about Miss Relena, I bet. C'mon, spill it."

"No."

"Come on..."

"Screw off."

"Come oooon..."

"Go soak your head."

"Come oooooooonn..."

"Maxwell, what part of 'go to Hell' don't you understand?"

Trowa sighed. "Duo, let it go. Just because you're comfortable talking about your relationship to everyone doesn't mean Heero is."

The chestnut-haired Gundam pilot finally relented. "Okay, okay...but if he keeps silent too much longer, I'm gonna start wondering if he's reverted to Perfect Soldier Mode."

With a faint sigh, Heero finally looked down from the ceiling and faced his friends. "Actually, I could ask you guys about this little thing about my relationship..."

Quatre plopped down on the couch, then motioned to Heero to continue. "What's the problem?"

"Well, I think it's about time Relena and I got more..." Here, the young man paused to search for the words as his cheeks reddened faintly. "...Physically intimate."

"In other words, Heero wants booty."

Before Heero could mount a reply, the room filled with the sound of hacking; Quatre had started to gasp in the middle of sipping his tea. Trowa patted him on the back, ending the coughing spell, and handed the blonde youth a napkin with which to wipe his face.

"Please," Quatre said breathlessly, "warn me before you say stuff like that."

Duo shrugged. "Hey, it's true."

"Guys, we're getting off-topic," Trowa interrupted. He turned to Heero. "I think I see the issue. You're worried that Miss Relena might be a little slow to warm to that level of intimacy because of her upbringing."

Heero nodded. "In a word, yes. I mean, she went to Catholic schools for most of her life...I keep feeling like the second I make a move on her, a nun's going to burst into the room and beat me senseless with a ruler."

"But isn't she Jewish?" inquired Duo as she scratched his head.

"That's sort of a sticky subject...the Peacecrafts were Jewish, but the Darlians were Catholic. Once she assumed leadership of the Kingdom back in 195, she converted."

"Aww, and we missed the bar mitzvah."

Here, the Perfect Soldier rolled his eyes. "That's only for boys, genius."

Quatre coughed politely. "Off-topic again...honestly, Heero, all I can say is that when she feels the time is right, she'll let you know."

Allowing himself a moment of sarcasm, Heero half-glared at the young business mogul. "Easy for you to say, the girl you're interested in is...what's a more polite way of saying 'nymphomaniac'?"

"Guh..."

Duo popped in instantly. "Promiscuous?"

"No," replied Heero as he shook his head. "That implies that she sleeps around. She's perfectly faithful...she just has a dirty mind."

Trowa rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "How about we just say she's Quatre's booty-girl and leave it at that?"

"Works for me."

"GUYS!" Quatre shouted, his face the bright red of hot coals. The other three laughed at his reaction, but even then, Heero was thinking about his situation...

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Around noon the next day, Heero was leaning back in his chair at Preventer HQ. He looked up at the lazily-spinning ceiling fan and sighed. Talking with the guys had been amusing enough, but it didn't really answer any questions. He and Relena had been going out since about her seventeenth birthday, and their relationship had been pretty good, as relationships go. They hadn't actually had any fights per se; usually, if there was a problem, they could hash it out in no time flat and be back to normal just as rapidly. After a little over two years together, they had progressed as far as sleeping in the same bed, but even that was limited; Relena usually wore a very conservative nightgown, and he wore a pair of pajamas (though she insisted that he keep the top open so she could nuzzle his bare chest). Of course, as a male, he had his urges, but in an
effort to be a gentleman, he had never even suggested the idea of sex. Come to think of it, the closest he had gotten to intimate contact with Relena was finally getting her to be okay with French kissing, and that was only a couple of months ago...

With an annoyed grunt, Heero picked up the mechanical pencil on his desk and flipped it towards the ceiling. It failed to clear the whirling fan blades and was flung back at him, sailing over his head and out the open window. Heero winced; he hoped nobody was walking under his side of the building at that moment...

"Knock, knock!"

Turning away from the window, the Perfect Soldier was surprised to see Dorothy Catalonia, wearing a gray suit with matching miniskirt and a wicked grin. Heero felt himself swallow hard. In his experience, a smiling Dorothy was one of the most fearful things in peacetime. "Can I help you?"

The smile never fading from her lips, the blonde woman nodded. "As a matter of fact, you can...but it's sort of private. Could we go somewhere without a video camera?" she asked as she pointed at the whirring black box in the corner of his office.

With a shrug, Heero stood up from his chair. "Anywhere in particular in mind?"

"What about that private washroom on the other side of the building? Nobody ever goes there."

"Whatever." Reaching into one of his desk drawer, he pulled out an Out to Lunch sign and hung it on the inside of his door's window, then closed and locked it. That task accomplished, he lead the expedition across the building until they reached the wooden door with the Restroom sign. Pulling out a keychain laden with keys, Heero unlocked the door and held it open for Dorothy to enter, then, after checking to make sure nobody was watching, slipped in himself.

"So, what did you..."

He paused as Dorothy reached past his body and locked the door. She took a step back and instantly, that wicked smile returned to her face. "Heero, how big is your penis?"

On the staircase of logic, Heero Yuy missed a few steps and fell flat on his face. "Zuh?"

"You know...your cock, your shaft, your dick, your manhood, your member, your little Heero..."

He held up a hand to stop her. "I know what you meant...and just how many euphemisms for that body part do you know?"

"You don't wanna know."

Heero grunted. "I imagine I don't. Pardon me for sounding rude, but what the hell business do you have asking something that intimate?"

Here, Dorothy clasped her hands in front of her, holding a clipboard. "It's...well, it's a betting pool the girls have going around. We're trying to figure out which of you Gundam pilots is the best endowed." She saw Heero open his mouth to protest, placed a finger over it to silence him. "Before you say anything, this is completely anonymous. Only the winner and I will know which of you boys is the biggest, and only I will know the exact measurements. You have my word of honor that nobody will find out about this. The last thing we want is this turning into a competition among you guys."

Despite the calm words, Heero found himself doubting. "And if I refuse?"

"Then I'll ask Miss Relena to drug you and take the measurement while you're out cold," she said in the tone mothers use to sweet- talk their children.

With a resigned sigh, he hung his head. "Alright, alright...but honestly, I never bothered measuring myself."

"You're kidding. You guys never bothered comparing yourselves? Penis envy or whatever?"

Heero rolled his eyes. "Guys don't do that sort of thing unless they're horribly insecure. Don't tell me girls compare their breast sizes over tea."

"Actually, we do that at sleep overs," she replied matter-of-factly. "I'll have you know that I'm the reigning champion."

"Um...yay for you?"

Still looking as chipper as can be, Dorothy continued on unabated. "Oh well, it doesn't matter if you haven't measured yourself. In fact..." She trailed off as she reached into her breast pocket and produced a tape measure. "...It makes it more fun for me." As if to underscore her words, she snapped it taught like a whip.

Getting more than a little worried, Heero backed up until he hit a wall. "Um...I'm not sure this is such..."

"...A good idea?" Dorothy completed. "Don't worry, nobody's going to find out about this. I promise."

"That phrase doesn't seem as reassuring as it should," Heero muttered.

Ignoring his mild protests, Dorothy went over to him and began undoing his blue jeans. As he watched, she unfastened his belt and popped the button out of its eyehole, then pulled on the two top halves of the front, causing the zipper to open on its own. Sliding the jeans down to his ankles, Dorothy then turned her attention to his plain white boxers. In the blink of an eye, he was naked from the waist down.

"Uh, Dorothy...?"

"If you talk, this will just take longer..."

Standing in stunned silence, Heero watched as Dorothy kneeled next to him, extended a slender hand and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. Gently, she started massaging it, causing more blood to flow into it and making it swell up. After a minute of this treatment, she set down the tape measure and brought her now free hand up to caress his balls, all with the same casual demeanor of someone carrying out just about any mundane task. While she was as calm as could be, Heero was getting a bit tense. The last thing he needed was for someone to walk into the bathroom...that would put an end to his relationship with Relena really quickly.

Afer what seemed like an eternity, Dorothy let up and retrieved the tape measure and set to work, muttering half to herself the whole time. "Let's see...that long...divide by pi..." Once she finished scribbling on her clipboard, she returned the tape measure to her pocket and rose to her feet. "Impressive. You've won the contest...not to mention the fact that you could put the average man, not to mention the average porn star, to shame."

His breathing slowing, Heero forced a smile onto his face. "Gee, thanks..." He redressed himself in embarrassed silence, trying not to look at Dorothy as she scribbled down a few more figures on her clipboard. The door was securely locked and nobody came by this wing anymore. All the same, he was still stunned and a little afraid and very confused.

Dorothy may as well have plucked his thoughts from the air, because she turned around and smiled faintly. "Don't worry, nobody has to know what happened here. I'll just tell them that you gave me the measurement yourself. But just so you don't feel like I'm cheating you, I'll give you some advice about your little romantic problem."

That threw Heero off his stride, making him forget his anger. "Say what?"

Dorothy looked up, smiling once more. "Quatre told me that you want to be more intimate with Miss Relena. Well, I know it takes two to tango as it were, but if you really think you two are ready, just ask her. The worst she can do is say 'I don't think we're ready yet, let's wait a little longer'."

"...And that seems likely to happen, considering she was practically raised in a bubble..."

"Oh, please. Even stuffy Catholic schools teach the biological side of sex. From there, it's really up to the individual to learn the other aspects."

Heero chuckled grimly. "It certainly sounds nice, but somehow Relena doesn't seem like the type to...well, figure things out through experimentation."

The blonde girl giggled. "Heero, women are human beings too. We get the same urges that you guys do...well, sort of. Her upbringing doesn't change what kind of person she'll be when it comes to riding the balloon pony." That earned her another odd stare, which only made her laugh more. "Look, I'll leave first. You wait five minutes before you leave. It'll look less suspicious."

"That makes sense," Heero observed with a slight nod. Dorothy blew him a playful kiss, then unlocked the door and, after making sure the coast was clear, left. Now alone, Heero leaned against the wall and tried to think of how exactly that rather strange advice would help him...

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"...And I think that will lead to more jobs, which is exactly what you need to break this recession."

The governor of colony L4-G1043 smiled and nodded. "Well, Miss Darlian, it's a good thing you weren't around when I ran for election last fall, or right now they'd be calling YOU Governor."

With a sweet smile and a casual wave of her hand, Relena dismissed the praise. "I'm only doing my job..."

Heero, who was sitting next to her, smiled as well. She had a way with these negotiations. She always listened to peoples' concerns, put them before her own, and devoted every waking second to solving their problems. He had actually found her asleep at her desk, her hands right next to her computer's keyboard, on more than one occasion. She had even passed up on several vacation opportunities because she had more important things to do. That level of dedication was probably the reason she would hold on to the Vice Foreign Minister position as long as she wanted to.

Then that dark little corner of his mind chimed in, observing another reason she got lots of attention: she was an attractive young woman in a job mostly filled by older men. It was true back when she got the job in the first place, but it was more so now. He had learned first-hand that Relena was, in fact, a late bloomer: in the past three years, she'd grown a couple of inches taller, slimmed down a little, and filled out a bit more, giving her a classic hourglass figure. Of course, Heero noticed the upper part of the hourglass more easily; he estimated that she had gone from a C to a D-cup and, if not for his recent "visit" with Dorothy, he would have
thought she had the biggest breasts of any of the guys' girlfriends.

Though normally he wouldn't stare, today she was wearing a rose-colored jacket over a royal blue dress that extended to mid-thigh, at which point a pair of tan pantyhose took over, ending in a pair of sensible blue flats. It wasn't her usual business attire; with her abrupt "development", she had gradually shifted away from pantsuits to suits with skirts before reaching her current level, where she dressed like she was going to a fancy-dress party. Of course, for state events, she pulled her skirted suits out of the closet, but she was through with pantsuits. As he looked down at her long, slender legs, Heero decided that that suited him just fine.

Not careless enough to get caught staring at Relena in the middle of an important meeting, Heero kept an ear on the meeting as he checked his girlfriend out. When he heard her say, "Have a nice day, Governor," he returned the full weight of his attention to acting like a typical bodyguard. Thankfully, nobody seemed to notice where his attention had been for the past couple of minutes. He stood at the same time she did and offered his hands to the governor and his advisors, then opened the door and let Relena out before following.

"Another productive meeting, eh?" he commented as they walked through City Hall.

Relena laced her fingers together and stretched, her hands over her head. "Ugh...the governor is a nice guy, but everything I suggested was grade school stuff...it's like he wasn't even trying. It's happened a lot, you know."

Heero shrugged. "Well, they say behind every great man is a great woman...except in this case, she's behind just about the entire world government."

"Thanks for reminding me," the Vice Foreign Minister said as she rolled her eyes. "There are times when I feel like a mother, with hundreds of children, none of whom have a shred of common sense."

"In that case, you're the hottest mother I've ever seen."

A smirk came to Relena's face. "Ooh, you naughty boy. By the way, don't think I didn't see you checking me out in there."

"Beats the hell out of listening to you repeating the same things you've said a million times before."

"I swear to God, if I have to spend another day giving common sense to the senseless, sitting in a hot, stuffy room..." Here she paused as she unbuttoned her jacket and started sliding it off her shoulders. "...I will snap. Go nuts. Postal. All work and no play make Relena a dull girl."

Heero started to make a snappy comeback, but then his wandering eyes saw something more interesting. As Relena tucked her jacket under her arm, he noticed that her dress was more casual than he had originally suspected. All that held it on her body was a strap that ran around behind her neck; every square inch of flesh from her shoulders to about the small of her back was exposed. It didn't take too long for him to add two and two and realize that she wasn't wearing a bra. Thinking about the lack of undergarments made him think of those round, firm young D-cup breasts again, and thinking of those...

(Oh God, here it comes again,) he thought.

Relena turned to face him, smiling sweetly. "Did you say something?"

The Perfect Soldier shook his head. "Nope." Inwardly, he cursed his regular mind for being weaker than the one residing in the front of his slacks.

"Okay." Continuing unabated, Relena started walking backwards. "I can't wait to get home. I just want to take a hot bubble bath, read my new mystery novel, and relax."

"In that case, you should take a vacation more often. And why are you doing that?"

Here, his girlfriend's smile grew wider. "Your eyes are a lot more captivating than the back of your head...not that I don't like your hair, that is."

"But you might fall and hit your head."

She waved away his concerns lazily. "I'm not some clumsy little ditz, you know. I took gymnastics, so my sense of balance isss...WOOOOAAAAH!"

At that moment, Relena's left heel caught on a loose fold of carpet and started sliding out from under her. Thrown off her stride, she flailed her arms as she fell backwards. Since he was a few feet away, Heero should have caught her...but as she fell, everything seemed to go in slow motion as his eyes followed her right leg, which was kicked into the air. Without consciously willing it, his gaze traced up her leg, where he saw that what he had thought was panty hose was actually stocking hooked to a garter belt. Even more shocking were her panties, which seemed to be peach-colored and had an oddly-shaped, light brown patch in the front, just above a crease that...

(Ooooooooooooh boy...) He rushed over to her and knelt down, trying to conceal his..."excitement" and he lifted her shoulders. "Are you alright?!"

She looked into his eyes and slowly nodded. "Yeah...I fell on the jacket, so I didn't scrape my elbows or anything."

"So, about your sense of balance?" Heero asked with a sly grin.

"Oh, bite your tongue." Relena made a big show of acting indignant as she stood. "Fine, I'll wait until we get back to the car to talk."

"That's better," he said as he rose, making sure to take the lead position so he could keep her from seeing "it".

If he had bothered turning around, he would have seen an almost predatory grin on her face. (Okay, Mister Perfect Soldier, let's see how well you read the signs,) she thought as she looked at his back. Judging by his reaction and the way he faced away from her, Relena made a mental note that Phase One was a rousing success - in more than one sense of the word.

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"Heero, if this is some kind of smack at me..."

Heero looked at Relena, deadly serious. "What do you mean?"

"You mean you don't know?" When he shook his head, Relena sighed in frustration. "Never mind. Sometimes I wonder if you're clueless or just acting it."

"You'll never know," he replied with a sly grin.

Giving up on him, Relena started into the deli he had suggested for lunch. "So, if it isn't a crack at my being Jewish, then what is it?"

"Do you remember that story I told you, where the guys and I ate out and Maxwell ordered a sandwich, baked potato and soup all together, and ended up with a horrible stomachache?"

"...This is the place? Why'd you want to come back to some place that made someone sick?"

Heero laughed. "The food's just fine...it's just that their portions are ridiculously huge. A baked potato here is about twice as big as the potatoes you buy at the grocery store, the sandwiches come with a big fistful of meat, and soup comes in a huge bowl. Duo got sick because he insisted on eating everything in one sitting. Couple that with the free unlimited soft-serve ice cream, and..."

Relena rolled her eyes. "Good grief. I should have known Duo would pig out and make himself sick." As they headed up to the long series of counters which made up the ordering line, she picked up a menu and started perusing it. "So, what do you recommend then?"

"Anything's good, but order conservatively. Don't go for soup and sandwich together, because one or the other is more than enough."

In the end, Relena ended up ordering a Caesar salad and a turkey sandwich while Heero got a fully-loaded baked potato. The cashier gave them a tall numbered sign and handed them plastic glasses for their drinks.

"Shall I get the drinks?" asked Heero.

The young diplomat smiled. "Always the gentleman, aren't you? Fine. Get me unsweetened tea and bring some sugar packets - oh, and a straw."

Taking the glasses to the fountain, Heero filled Relena's with tea and his own with an over-caffeinated, florescent yellow soft drink. He dropped these at the table, then got the sugar and straws on a return trip.

He watched in silence as she fiddled with the sugar and lemon, trying to get the tea exactly to her liking. As he looked on, Heero couldn't help but smile at the pensive look on her face, as serious as if she were trying to defuse a bomb. When she finally finished, she saw him staring at her. "What? You know I don't like the sweetened tea they serve at most places." Without waiting for a response, she lifted her glass off the table and began sipping through the straw.

"Yeah, but that wasn't it. Relena, I think..."

Just as Heero prepped himself to recite the little speech he had made, Relena slid her right forefinger into her mouth, then pulled her head back, the finger trapping a generous portion of tea in the straw. Lifting it from the glass, she started licking it up and down, her tongue caressing the plastic shaft as it sought out each and every drop expertly. He watched in bizarre fascination as she continued licking, only to pause as she met his eye. Then she put the straw in her mouth and released her grip, the liquid within flowing into her hot, waiting mouth. Putting the straw back into her glass, she looked into his eyes and said in a particularly sultry voice, "You were saying?"

"...Gotta go. Men's room." With that, he slid out of the booth and went as fast as he could while hiding the massive erection her little show had given him.

Once he was safe in the confines of a private stall, Heero leaned against the wall and sighed, as if to let out all the heat that display had built up within him. "If I didn't know better," he muttered to himself, "I'd think she did that on purpose."

Back at the table, Relena glared towards the bathrooms in mild annoyance, ignoring the server as he brought out their meal. "If I didn't know better, I'd think he was gay or something..."

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"Dammit, how can I ask Relena if she's ready to get more intimate when I keep freaking out at the sight of her?!"

Heero silently cursed himself as he lay back on the diving board of Relena's mansion's indoor pool, his legs dangling lazily into the chill water. At the moment, he wore a pair of black swim trunks. It had been a couple of days since the deli incident, and Relena had been seemingly avoiding him, citing important work for the government.

"Yeah, right," the Perfect Soldier sarcastically muttered. "She probably thinks I have chronic diarrhea or something. Real smooth way to talk to the woman you love, genius. Why don't you just punch her in the face while you're at it?"

"Heero?"

He sat up quickly and was rather surprised to see Relena in the doorway, holding a rolled-up towel at her side. "Uh, yes?"

A small smile appeared on her face. "You wouldn't mind if I joined you, would you? I need a break from all that work."

(Here goes nothing,) he thought as he swallowed in a vain attempt to cure his dry mouth. "Yeah, and I wanted to talk to you about too."

"Alright, I'll change near the door so we can talk," she said as she headed for the changing room. Once around the corner, he heard her say, "Okay, so what's up?"

Before continuing, Heero slid off the diving board and swam to the shallow end of the pool. "Look, I'm sorry I flipped out at the deli the other day..."

"It's okay, I've already forgotten about it."

Heero gulped again. "But if you don't mind my asking, what was up with you and that straw?"

"Oh, that." She giggled. "Dorothy recommended it. She said it was fun, and a good way to play with a guy's head...though I don't know why."

(Should have known Dorothy was involved somehow...) "Ah, it's nothing. But what I wanted to talk to you about was..."

He froze as she came into view. He thought she would be wearing the conservative, navy blue one-piece he had seen her wear in the past. So of course, he was caught totally off-guard when she came out in a pure white bikini. The suit itself consisted of little more than a triangle of fabric over each breast and one over her more intimate parts, with thin strands of cloth keeping them on. Adding to the drool factor was the fact that the fabric seemed a little sparse, as if she were wearing a suit for someone with a less generous figure. And topping it all off, the fabric seemed to have the translucency of a wet T-shirt; he could clearly see the outline of her nipples and lower lips through the white cloth.

"...Was what?" she asked as she set her right hand on her hip and looked at him expectantly.

Heero, not wasting a second, hopped out of the pool and wrapped his towel around his waist. "I just remembered a big assignment Lady Une asked me to do...gotta go!" With that, he was off like a shot, leaning over slightly.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Relena watched his retreating form and muttered under her breath. "Good Lord, do I have to hit that boy upside the head with a pack of condoms or something?"

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"God dammit!"

Heero smacked himself in the face with a pillow as he lay on his bed. Just like clockwork, he was ready to tell Relena his feelings...and just like clockwork, she turned him on to such an extent that he had to dash off, for fear of pointing at her with something other than his hands.

"How on Earth am I going to talk to her if I have to run and hide every time I get aroused?!" he demanded of no one in particular. Inwardly, he wondered if he should bother asking her; it was almost like he was cursed to remain celibate for the rest of his life. Heero shook his head at that. He didn't believe in such things. He was just going to have to get his act together. She would understand his situation - he hoped. He didn't think many girls would blame men for what nature makes their bodies do when they get excited.

"Alright, so I'll tell her tomorrow. But first..." he coughed. "I get a glass of water and stop talking to myself."

Rising from bed with a groan, Heero headed for the kitchen, not thinking that anything could distract him.

"Heero..."

That did it. He paused, hearing Relena call his name. Something sounded distinctly odd about the tone of her voice. Heading to her room, he saw that the door was open.

"Oh, Heero..."

(That's coming from the bathroom,) he thought instantly. Thinking more for Relena's safety than anything else, he headed for the private little room...

...And practically had the shock of his life when he saw Relena standing in the shower, her back to him as the warm water rained on her creamy skin. Blushing, he almost turned and left immediately. But before he could, he heard her say something else.

"Please..."

Turning back to the shower, he tried to look at what was going on, but the steam fogged the glass, only affording him the sparsest of glances at her silhouette. Through the mists, he saw her lather up her body with a bar of soap and wash the foam away. Her hand paused as it slid down the slick skin of her breast. He watched in fascination as she began massaging it, eliciting small moans as she stroked the skin and gently pinched the brown nipple that capped it.

"Oh..."

(Oh, indeed...), Heero thought as he looked on in stunned silence. He completely ignored the fact that this was turning him on immensely, and that Relena might just notice him peeping and murder him. Right now, those were the furthest thoughts from his mind. As if under some powerful spell, he stood entranced at the sight of the woman he loved pleasuring herself.

Within the tiny confines of the shower, Relena used her other hand to begin work on her other breast. The pleasure washed over her and she leaned back against the tiled wall to keep herself upright. Then, just as Heero thought things couldn't get any steamier, her right hand fell away from her bosom and started tracing a path down her belly, and...

"Aaah!" She cried out as her fingers traced the edge of her lower lips, adding to the sensations immeasurably. Heero kept watching as, to his mild surprise, she spread the lips open and slid a finger into her hot depths. As the digit moved inside her, the young woman used her thumb to begin stroking her erect clitoris, eliciting a yelp of surprise at how good it felt. "Oh God...faster...harder...Heero..."

The Perfect Soldier had to keep himself from shouting in surprise. Reflecting on this later, he realized that it shouldn't have been too shocking. But at that moment, he thought she was too mad at him for running off to think of him as anything but a jackass. But there she was, apparently imagining his member inside her instead of her own middle finger. With a stunned grunt, he turned from the display and headed off to get that glass of water. (If I stay any longer, I'm likely to barge in there and join her,) he told himself as he pried his eyes away.

A few minutes later, Heero had his water and was walking back to his room when he heard Relena scream as she climaxed. Though his curiosity and lust urged him to look, his reason forced him not to; now she would be that much more likely to spot him now.

With a frustrated sigh, Relena brought her hand up to her mouth and licked away the sticky fluid that coated her fingers. Exhausted from the display, she sank to her knees as she looked at the door, suppressing an aggravated scream. "I did all that...and he didn't even come in?! That's it, fuck it all. This ends tomorrow..."

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The following night found Heero lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. "What is wrong with me?! Every time I get close to her, I freak out and run away. And last night...what happened last night ought to be evidence enough that she feels the same way I do." He sat up and looked in the mirror. For some reason, his reflection seemed odd; somehow, it was as if he weren't looking at himself at all, but someone else. Heero fought back the urge to smash the mirror. That wouldn't accomplish anything, and it would just make him owe Relena money in addition to an apology.

"Yeah, real smooth, soldier boy," he chided himself. "Why on Earth would she want to have anything to do with someone like me? Every time I get close to her, something happens and I run away like a frightened puppy. It's a wonder she likes me at all."

Before he could chastize himself further, there was a knock at the door. Feeling a little surprised, he found himself calling out "It's open" before he knew what he was doing.

The door swung open, and in came Relena, a white silk robe wrapped around her slender form. "Hi. Heero, I really want to talk to you about something. I know it's late, but it's really important. Would you mind coming to my room?"

He blinked in surprise. "Um, sure."

He rose from the bed and followed her back to her room. Since he went in first, he didn't see her close and lock the door behind them. Turning, he nodded. "So, what's up?"

Taking a deep breath, Relena looked him in the eye. "Are you gay, or just stupid?"

"Hu-wha?"

Instantly, the innocent act faded away, and the young Princess put her hands on her hips, a look of mild annoyance on her face. "For the past week, I've been turning on the hints full blast, and you haven't even noticed. So which is it? Did you miss them, or am I wasting my time?"

"Hints?" Heero asked as he fought through his initial shock.

Relena counted off on her fingers as she relayed what she meant. "Taking off my jacket so you could see that I wasn't wearing a bra, falling backwards so you could see that I wasn't wearing panties, sucking off that straw, wearing that half-invisible bikini, masturbating very loudly...are those enough hints for you?"

The Perfect Soldier still felt confused. "Hinting at what now?"

"Are you serious?" Relena asked with an incredulous look on her face. "What, didn't you get taught seduction when they were training you?"

"Um, I was in my early teens. What use would a 13-year-old have for seduction skills?"

Reluctantly, she nodded. "I guess, but don't you know what it means when someone hits on you?"

"Hits...on?"

Relena groaned in frustration. "I swear, if you weren't the hottest guy this side of Hollywood, this wouldn't be worth it. Hitting on? Teasing? Subtlety hinting? Coming on to you? Expressing attraction?"

Heero felt partly relieved as he heard her. "You mean you were trying to tell me that you were physically attracted to me this whole time?"

"YES!" she all but shouted. "The whole damn time, I've done almost everything to let you know that, God dammit, I want you."

He blinked at that. "Want me...?"

Feeling as if she were dealing with a slow child, Relena nodded. "Yes..."

"Oh, good," he said as he let out a relieved sigh. "You're probably going to kill me for this, but I felt the same way...I just never knew how to say it."

Smiling, Relena went over to him and put her arms around his neck. "Well, how about this? Heero, I want you to strip naked and fuck my brains out."

"But...I thought...wait for marriage..."

"Look, stud, if you want to pass up on your chance to score with one of the most lusted-after women in the Earth Sphere today, then by all means keep talking. But if you shut up..."

Heero held his hands up defensively. "I'm shutting up, I'm shutting up."

A wicked grin spread onto Relena's face. "Good. Now sit back, relax, and brace yourself."

He did as she said, sitting on the bed and lying back. Relena started pulling down his pajama pants, followed by his boxers, and started giggling.

"Care to explain what's so funny?" he asked.

She looked up into his eyes. "It's just as big as Dorothy told me it was...guess you really did do it."

Heero sighed in resignation. "You asked her to do that, didn't you?"

"Now you catch on."

He was already partly erect, but all the same, she wrapped her slender fingers around his shaft and started gently massaging its length while her other hand gently worked his balls. After working him to a decent hardness, she leaned in and started licking the shiny head. He groaned in pleasure as she slid her tongue around the base of the head, then started licking up and down his full length. Going back to the top, she kissed the head before taking all of him in her mouth.

"Do I want to know how you learned about this?" Heero asked breathlessly.

Relena, smirking around the member between her lips, held up a finger. Her hands left him and went down to the sash binding the robe together. Pulling it off her body, he saw that she was naked underneath. Sliding up between his legs, she put her firm young breasts around his cock and rubbed it gently between the warm mounds. All the attention was too much, and in a matter of minutes, he came, shooting his load in a hot torrent into her mouth. Pulling back, she wiped away a stray trail with her finger and licked it clean.

"Wow," he said as he caught his breath. "NOW can you explain where you learned that?"

With a sweet smile, Relena slid up next to him and put her arms around his chest, pressing her bare breasts against him. "What, can't a girl have some secrets? If you must know, I asked the girls for some advice in that area. They were really helpful."

"So, all of you sat around and imagined that sort of stuff I'd like to do and have done to me in bed?"

She giggled. "Maybe."

Heero rolled his eyes. "Gimme a break."

"Is it my fault that I have the most desirable man in the world?" she asked before placing a kiss on his cheek.

After a second of thought, a question sprung into Heero's mind. "How long have you...well, 'wanted' me?"

"Honestly?" He nodded. "Since the first moment I saw you."

That threw him off. "You mean, for the past four years..."

She nodded. "For the past four years, I've had dreams of every kind - regular, day and even wet - all about you being my first. In an odd way, you've been on my mind every second of every day since then."

"So, you studied up on how to please a man in bed just to make me happy?"

"Pretty much. Hey, I'm not THAT innocent. You guys are the ones who gave me the whole Virgin Mary treatment," she said with a mock-accusatory glare.

He held up a hand for defense. "Hey, I didn't do all that. Besides, how should I feel? You pretended to be all innocent so that I got all worked up about tongue-kissing, and the whole time you wanted more."

Relena managed a sheepish look before regaining her naughty smile. She slid her hand down his chest and started stroking his manhood again. "So, why are we making small talk when we could be making big love? How long do you think you can keep it up?"

He looked straight into her eyes, passion glowing within them. "How long do you want me to?" he inquired in a sultry voice.

Relena shivered. "Ooh, you're sending chills down my spine...good." She started gently squeezing his shaft.

"Oh no you don't," he said as he took hold of her wrist. "You've done more than enough already. It's my turn to please you."

"What are you..." But she didn't get to finish, as his lips met hers. His tongue came into her mouth and began probing, hitting sensitive spots inside. Responding in kind, their tongues danced together, keeping her distracted as he carefully turned her around so that her back was against his chest.

"What's all this?" she asked when their lips finally parted.

Without saying a word, he started to work. His left hand went around and found her right breast and began tenderly squeezing it. At the same time, his right hand worked its way down her smooth belly - she had shaved within the last couple of days - and stroked her labia. Her breathing quickened as his skilled fingers brought her incredible pleasure.

"I thought...you weren't...experienced..." she managed to gasp out.

If she could have seen his face, she would have noticed a predatory grin on it. "I'm a quick study."

Then he decided to turn it up. In the same instant, his fingers went to her nipple and traced a circle around her aureola as he parted her lower lips and slid two fingers in and started kissing her neck. She moaned loudly, and louder still when his thumb found her clitoris and began rubbing it.

"Oh God...you're amazing..."

He moved away from her slender neck and started nibbling on her earlobe. "I'm glad you like it."

She reached her own hand up to her left breast and worked it the same way he was attending to its sister. "I don't...I love it. And I want more." As she said this, she moved her hips so that her rear rubbed up against his massive erection.

Heero blinked in surprise. "You mean you want...THAT?"

Reaching over her shoulder, Relena threw a light, playful slap at his cheek. "Don't be so perverted. It's just that it's hard to rub something up against you when you have your hand shoved halfway inside it."

The Perfect Soldier breathed a sigh of relief. "For a second, I was wondering just how much you wanted it."

Smiling as she pulled away from him, Relena lay back against the pillows and pulled his chest against hers. "You'll see soon enough," she said before drawing him into a deep kiss. As their tongues danced around each other, he carefully lined himself up with her and began rubbing against her moist lips with his rock-hard shaft. She moaned into his mouth and pulled him closer. After teasing her for what he thought was long enough, he pushed his way into her slowly.

Finally, he broke the kiss. "Didn't that hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt exactly," she said, "but I need a second to get adjusted. If you're worried about the hymen, don't be. I tore that during gymnastics when I was younger."

Heero winced. "I can only imagine. I've heard it hurts like hell."

Relena nodded. "It did, but I'm glad it wasn't in the way here. By the way..."

Not waiting for a response, she lifted up her long, slender legs and wrapped them around his waist, locking her ankles together and pushing him as far into her as he would go. He blinked in surprise.

"Remember how I said you would find out how much I wanted it?" she asked. When he nodded, she continued. "Let me put it this way: I'm not letting go until you've satisfied every single second of sexual frustration I've had in my life."

Heero laughed and shook his head. "You make it sound like a bad thing."

"I never said it was...unless you don't think you're up to the task of fulfilling four-plus years of desire in a single night."

"Oh, we'll see..."

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Reaching up a hand, Relena set it on Heero's cheek. "Hey," she said between breaths, "do you want to take a break?"

The young man grinned in a predatory fashion. "Weren't you the one who had all that frustration to work out?"

As she opened her mouth to reply, an angry growling noise came from Relena's stomach. She looked up at him. "Yeah, but my stomach is saying 'Get something to eat before I die, stupid.' Besides, I think we might need a few minutes' rest before we continue anyway."

Relena's legs loosened around his waist, allowing him to pull away. "You're just trying to buy some time. Don't lie."

"Oh? And how long have you been trying to force it along?" she asked as she looked dubiously at him.

Heero looked over at the clock and almost did a double-take. "Would you believe three hours?"

That got Relena's attention. She sat up quickly and looked at the clock. "Good grief, I guess we lost track of time. But given what we were doing, that's no surprise."

"You can say that again," Heero answered as he stood next to the bed. He looked down at himself, then back at her. "Maybe we DO need a bath or something before we turn the sheets into paste. Speaking of, we should probably move to my room and throw these in the laundry pile."

Smiling, Relena stood next to him and kissed his cheek. "You go ahead and start the bath, I may join you in a minute. First, though, I need food."

He looked at her skeptically as she headed for the door. "Wearing that?"

The young woman looked over her bare shoulder and winked. "Hey, it's my house. The only reason I haven't run around it naked before now is that everyone is usually awake. I'll bring you something up from the kitchen, okay?" She reached out to grasp the doorknob, but stopped short. "Oh yeah...do me a favor, and DON'T talk to the guys about how you scored, okay? The tabloids have a remarkable sense for hearing about that sort of thing, and I really don't need to see 'The Vice Foreign Minister's Late-Night Sexcapades' on the rack at the supermarket."

Heero shook his head. "Me either." Then, a lecherous smile spread across his face. "Besides, I'd rather I was the only one who got to look at all this."

"That's just the way I want it too," Relena said as she opened the door. "I'll see you in a few minutes, hot stuff."

As the door closed behind her, Heero sighed and headed for the bathroom. Tonight had been long enough as it was, and it looked like it would keep going. "Oh well, I didn't really need sleep tonight anyway..."

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*RING RING*

Reaching over to the phone on the night stand, Heero picked up the receiver and put it between his head and shoulder. "Darlian estate."

"Hey, Heero!" came Duo's voice from over the line. "It's Poker Night, or did you forget?"

"I didn't forget, trust me. I just won't be able to make it this time."

"Huh? What's wrong? Don't tell me the might Perfect Soldier is sick or something."

Heero let out a quiet sigh of frustration. "No, it's just that I'm in the middle of something important and I'll be busy all night."

"...I think you mean 'in the middle of someONE important'..."

On the other end of the line, Duo blinked. "What was that?"

"Nothing," Heero replied. "I left the TV on. Look, I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Yeah, sure. See ya."

After placing the headset back on its cradle, Heero looked down and shook his head. "You're just TRYING to get caught, aren't you?"

Relena looked over her shoulder and smiled. "I just love making you sweat."

"Oh really?" As if responding to her taunt, Heero gripped her hips and picked up the rhythmic pace. "How about I make you sweat?"

"That's - ooh - not fair," Relena said between moans. "You have - aahn - a lot more ways to make me hot."

Heero rolled his eyes. "Well, when you're so easy to get warmed up, how can you blame me? All this time, I thought you were a virginal little Catholic girl, but it turns out that you're hornier than most guys. I was nervous about asking you to consider heavy petting, but everything we've done in the past month..."

Flashing another roguish grin back at him, Relena giggled. "I said it before, and I'll say it again...I'm not that innocent."

~Fin~

lilac310 · Post by **lilac310** » Mon Dec 05, 2005 3:31 am