[CoL 06: 3-3] Notes (NC-17)
Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 10:56 pm
<b>Title:</b> Notes
<b>Author:</b> Morrighan
<b>Challenge:</b> Church of Lemons 06 (on the Love_Reflection_II ML)
<b>Rating:</b> NC-17
<b>Disclaimer:</b> Don't own them.
<b>Author?s Notes:</b> ?I was coerced into this! If you want to blame anyone, blame Andrea! Had I not agreed to this, I?d be happily reading CoL smut! But no! This is what happens when you let your sister(s) talk you into things? Any-who, this is my first attempt at one of these lemony ditties. Slightly inspired by some of those links nekohime provided for her pledge. Comments and criticism most welcome. Enjoy!
Relena slowly twirled in front of her full length mirror, carefully critiquing her appearance and trying to keep her giggles to herself. Oh, this was too good. One glance and Heero would be a puddle at her feet. Who knew that this dratted contraption in conjunction with this outfit could be so devastatingly useful for her purposes? This time, she let a giggle out. It was certainly to her advantage that no one had seen her in something like this. She?d probably never live this down if certain individuals (namely Duo Maxwell) found out. Would it end her political career? Oh, quite possibly. Thank goodness she had requested the security cameras in her house?but not from the rest of the property?removed several months ago and had her wishes followed through. Heero had certainly fought her on that decision every step of the way, but after tonight it was most probable that he would see things her way.
She giggled again, this time unable to contain her glee. Heero Yuy wouldn?t know what hit him.
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Outside, Heero stood in front of the large main gate of Relena?s estate, contemplating why he was there. Relena had left a rather cryptic message and curiosity had killed the proverbial cat. What was <i>?I need to talk to you. - Relena?</i> supposed to mean? It could mean a number of things, and he wasn?t going to hazard a guess at the moment. If it was a threat to her personal security, he would have known about it by now. He mentally sighed. He was here to find out wasn?t he?
Forgoing the usual (and normal) way of going about things, the former Gundam pilot turned full-time Preventer effortlessly vaulted himself over the eight-foot metal gate, landed on his feet, and leisurely walked towards the mansion cleverly shielded by a row of very tall trees.
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A beep sounded, echoing across a nearly silent room. Relena looked up from her final preparations, a sly smile gracing her lips as her eyes followed the figure moving across her estate via the security feed that was being displayed on her computer. The prey had bitten the bait and it was time to spring the trap.
She could hardly wait.
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Heero knocked on the front door, slight confusion crossing his features when someone didn?t answer. Figuring no one heard it, he hit the doorbell, assuming that someone would be more likely to hear it over a firm knock. Again, no answer. Worry started to set in. Where were the mansion employees? He knew that at least one maid or butler was always on hand to receive guests at the door. Had something happened in the time since he had received her note?
Just as his imagination started to run away with him (not that he would actually admit it to anyone, of course), his cellphone rang. Hurriedly, he flipped it open and answered it. ?Yuy.?
?Heero?? Mentally, he breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of Relena?s voice.
?Hn. Why has no one answered the door??
?Oh! Are you at the front door??
?Yes.?
?Oh, I?m sorry! I gave the staff the day off. I?m up in my room so I didn?t hear anything.?
That was a tad strange? ?You aren?t coming down to let me in??
?Heero, I?m in the middle of something important. It?s not like I can just drop it and leave it there.?
He extracted the spare key from his back pocket in less than a second. ?Hn. I?ll be up in 5 minutes.? With that, he hung up and proceeded to open the door.
The silence inside was unnerving. There was always some sort of bustle of activity, whether it was a maid tidying up one of the studies or the kitchen staff whipping up the next meal of the day. But today, it was dead silent. Apprehension buzzed in his mind, but Heero dismissed the unsettling feeling as just a normal reaction to a drastic change in the surroundings.
Perhaps he should have paid heed to those tiny subconscious warnings as he trudged up the large marble staircase up to Relena?s room, but his logical side was currently kicking them into a dark little corner in the back of his mind. Relena was known for her generosity and kindness, so giving her staff the day off was very plausible. It wasn?t like she?d send them away for other reasons. He nodded to himself. Yes, it wouldn?t be for some other ulterior motive.
<i>?But you sure wish it was??</i> Heero quickly threw that stray thought and all other non-business-related thoughts about Relena (in very enticing states of undress) out the proverbial window. He was not going to be confronting that particular issue right before seeing the very cause of those thoughts. He had some dignity to maintain after all. And there was no way he was going to admit that he had these underlying feelings to anyone; he would rather self-destruct Wing (with himself inside) again. For now, he could handle the occasional wandering of the mind in the privacy of his own room, away from prying eyes.
All too soon, he was standing in front of the large oak door of Relena?s bedroom. His internal clock said that he had spent four and a half minutes getting to his destination; who was he to be late? Taking a silent, reaffirming breath, Heero knocked on the door.
?Come in.?
Entering, he was puzzled to find that Relena was nowhere to be seen. Instead, an expansive, well-lit room greeted him. His eyes almost immediately fell upon the canopied queen-size bed, its burgundy satin sheets beckoning to him like a siren?s song. <i>?Bad, Heero, bad. Keep your mind off of the bed. And Relena. In enticing positions.?</i> Had he been anyone else, he would have slapped himself. Instead, he mentally beat himself over the head with a Twin Buster Rifle. Hard.
?Heero??
He turned at the sound of her voice and stopped short, completely at a loss for words. Relena was, in one word, stunning. It took all his self-control not to gape like an uncouth schoolboy and to mask his more?physical response to the woman in front of him. Vaguely, his mind registered that she was wearing a corset, garters, skin-colored thigh-highs, and a thin, full-length robe that really didn?t hide much. Anything else, and his brain was sure to short-circuit and spontaneously combust.
Carefully watching him, Relena had to hide the smirk that was threatening to ruin her cool composure. He thought he wasn?t obvious. Heh. That bulge at the front of his slacks was saying otherwise. Heck, she?d be lying if she said that she wasn?t interested in what was in those standard-issue pants. After all, this was her set up. Casually sauntering up to the stunned Gundam pilot, she coyly glanced up at him through her lashes. Yup, still too stunned to do anything. Excellent.
?Is something wrong, Heero??
??What the hell are you wearing??
Was that a growl she just heard? She put on a small, innocent smile. ?This? It?s just something women wear under formal gowns and such.?
?That?s not what I meant.?
She slowly traced a finger over the seams on the front of his Preventer jacket, deftly undoing the buttons as she kept her eyes on his face. ?Then what do you mean? I think my intentions are rather obvious, don?t you think??
???
She pushed the jacket off his shoulders, pleased to note that she received no objections whatsoever. His eyes had closed at her proximity, his head tilted back slightly as if he was absorbing all the attention she was giving him. Did he have any idea how sexy he was? Reaching up, she entwined her fingers in the soft, thick hairs at the base of his neck, slowly pulling his head towards hers. ?Heero??
His eyes opened just slightly, his darkened eyes seeming like they were gazing beyond her. Without warning, he surged forward, lips claiming hers in a way that she could only describe as smoldering and utterly consuming. Was it possible to feel so much in such a simple movement? Did it even matter anymore? Tightening her grip on his hair, she pulled him to her, pressing every possible inch of her body against his. It was like they were drowning in each other, and the only thing keeping them afloat was their hold on each other. His hands moved to slide the robe off her shoulders, the sensation of callused skin flowing over hers creating enough friction to make her moan through their heated kiss.
He couldn?t get enough of her. He was almost certain that even if he had her in his arms every night, it wouldn?t be enough. A hiss escaped from his lips as her insistent hands started to work on removing his shirt, curious fingers wandering beyond the cotton to caress the hardened flesh beneath. The hiss turned into a moan as her lips began to follow the trail her fingers had made. In retaliation, he began to tug at the laces of the corset, wanting to see what was hidden beneath. Who was he to be at a disadvantage, anyway? Certainly not in this game. Still working on those dratted laces, he bent down to press an open-mouthed kiss to the hollow of her throat. Taking her loud moan as an indication that he was doing something right, he applied more pressure to that tiny patch of skin, and was rewarded with her pulling his head towards hers for another mind-numbing kiss. Apparently, he noted with some amusement and more than just a bit of pride, Relena was going as crazy as he was, considering she had gotten rid of his shirt, stuck her tongue into his mouth and was now engaging him in a very frenzied match of tonsil hockey. And who was he to deny her anything? He fought back, and insistently pushed his arousal against her.
A few deft movements of his fingers, and the clasps on her stockings were undone and he was able to fully pry the constricting corset from her body, leaving her in just the stockings and a pair of satin panties. His breath caught at the image she made. She had to be some sort of goddess; her head was thrown back, eyes closed, golden hair trailing behind her, back arched, her pert breasts begging to be touched. He lowered his head to place a kiss on one breast, slowly swirling his tongue over the nipple, and then giving the same treatment to its twin. With insistent movements, he coaxed her into wrapping her legs around his waist, and then continued to lavish attention on her breasts as he made his way to the bed at the center of the room. Carefully depositing his cargo onto the sheets, he got rid of his pants and joined her on the bed, covering her body with his.
Was it possible to fly to heaven without actually dying? Relena was sure that she was in mid-flight, so close yet so far. How on earth did Heero know all of this? The sensations she was feeling?why had she waited so long? Pulling him down for another kiss, she let one hand trail down his back, and wrapped one stocking encased leg around his, pushing her hips against his arousal, eliciting a moan from him. With a bit of maneuvering, she rolled on top of him so that she sat on his stomach, marveling at how her body reacted to the arousal so obvious in his heavily lidded eyes. He surprised her by griping onto her waist, his long fingers pushing past the scrap of cloth that separated skin from skin to carefully caress the sensitive and highly aroused nub at the apex of her thighs. She gasped, electricity flashing behind her eyelids, her nails digging little crescents on his chest. He continued to stroke her nub, and then slipped one finger into her channel, making long, sure strokes. She moaned loudly. ?Heero?more?harder??
He acquiesced, speeding up his movements at her cries, unrelenting until she cried out loudly, her body quaking at her completion. Seizing his chance, he reversed their positions so that he was now on top of her, quickly removing the last barriers between them. When her eyes finally opened again, he kissed her hard, swiftly taking her in one stroke and burying himself to the hilt. Stars danced before his eyes at the onslaught of sensations of inside her. He wanted to move, to bring himself to ecstasy, but he forced himself to wait until she was ready.
Relena gasped when she felt him enter her and smoothly push himself past the physical barrier of her virginity. The pain was sharp and sudden, and Heero brought one hand down to stimulate her clitoris, slowly replacing the discomfort with feelings of exquisite pleasure. Soon the pain was nothing but a memory and she was insistently pushing her hips against his, wanting him to move. He did, and she moaned loudly as he slowly pulled his shaft out and then slowly sank himself back in again. He continued moving at this torturous pace, even at her insistence for him to move faster. The sounds of skin meeting skin, and the loud moans of their mutual pleasure filled the room.
?Harder?? She pushed her hips to meet his, urging him to move faster.
He relented, hands grasping onto her hips, driving himself deeper with each stroke. She pushed her hips to meet his, and he took a nipple in his mouth, worrying until it was red and swollen and then bestowing an impassioned kiss on her lips. She was a goddess, and so utterly his when she was like this, laying vulnerable and wanting. Wanting him. His eyes closed, feeling himself close to the edge. He thrust faster, angling his strokes to bring her the most pleasure, trying to hold out his own satisfaction. She was so close?
?Heero?I?m?? Her channel tightened around him as she came, her loud cry ringing through the room.
So close? He sped up his thrusts, white exploding behind his eyes as he came, his final thrust seeming to have gone deeper than all the others as he moaned her name and emptied himself in her.
He all but collapsed on top of her, all his energy spent. Relena languidly stroked a hand through his wild mane of hair, luxuriating in the lull of their lovemaking. Slowly, he pushed himself up so that he could look at her, noting with a sense of pride her swollen lips and the mark he had made on her neck. Pulling himself out of her, he moved back to her side, putting one arm around her waist possessively.
?This isn?t a one time thing.?
Her quiet statement brought him out of the state of reverie he was drifting in. Heero opened his eyes to regard her, his expression completely devoid of any emotion. ?No. It?s not.?
She smiled, and leaned in to give him a gentle kiss. ?I don?t think either of us would last very long if it was.?
He smirked and tightened his possessive hold on her. ?Neither do I.?
?Good.? Her eyes twinkled impishly. ?That means that I don?t have to come up with anymore lame excuses to summon you over here so I can seduce the living daylights out of you.?
Heero then gave Relena a gift far more precious than a lover?s word. He laughed.
<center>~The End~ </center>
<b>Author:</b> Morrighan
<b>Challenge:</b> Church of Lemons 06 (on the Love_Reflection_II ML)
<b>Rating:</b> NC-17
<b>Disclaimer:</b> Don't own them.
<b>Author?s Notes:</b> ?I was coerced into this! If you want to blame anyone, blame Andrea! Had I not agreed to this, I?d be happily reading CoL smut! But no! This is what happens when you let your sister(s) talk you into things? Any-who, this is my first attempt at one of these lemony ditties. Slightly inspired by some of those links nekohime provided for her pledge. Comments and criticism most welcome. Enjoy!
Relena slowly twirled in front of her full length mirror, carefully critiquing her appearance and trying to keep her giggles to herself. Oh, this was too good. One glance and Heero would be a puddle at her feet. Who knew that this dratted contraption in conjunction with this outfit could be so devastatingly useful for her purposes? This time, she let a giggle out. It was certainly to her advantage that no one had seen her in something like this. She?d probably never live this down if certain individuals (namely Duo Maxwell) found out. Would it end her political career? Oh, quite possibly. Thank goodness she had requested the security cameras in her house?but not from the rest of the property?removed several months ago and had her wishes followed through. Heero had certainly fought her on that decision every step of the way, but after tonight it was most probable that he would see things her way.
She giggled again, this time unable to contain her glee. Heero Yuy wouldn?t know what hit him.
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Outside, Heero stood in front of the large main gate of Relena?s estate, contemplating why he was there. Relena had left a rather cryptic message and curiosity had killed the proverbial cat. What was <i>?I need to talk to you. - Relena?</i> supposed to mean? It could mean a number of things, and he wasn?t going to hazard a guess at the moment. If it was a threat to her personal security, he would have known about it by now. He mentally sighed. He was here to find out wasn?t he?
Forgoing the usual (and normal) way of going about things, the former Gundam pilot turned full-time Preventer effortlessly vaulted himself over the eight-foot metal gate, landed on his feet, and leisurely walked towards the mansion cleverly shielded by a row of very tall trees.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A beep sounded, echoing across a nearly silent room. Relena looked up from her final preparations, a sly smile gracing her lips as her eyes followed the figure moving across her estate via the security feed that was being displayed on her computer. The prey had bitten the bait and it was time to spring the trap.
She could hardly wait.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Heero knocked on the front door, slight confusion crossing his features when someone didn?t answer. Figuring no one heard it, he hit the doorbell, assuming that someone would be more likely to hear it over a firm knock. Again, no answer. Worry started to set in. Where were the mansion employees? He knew that at least one maid or butler was always on hand to receive guests at the door. Had something happened in the time since he had received her note?
Just as his imagination started to run away with him (not that he would actually admit it to anyone, of course), his cellphone rang. Hurriedly, he flipped it open and answered it. ?Yuy.?
?Heero?? Mentally, he breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of Relena?s voice.
?Hn. Why has no one answered the door??
?Oh! Are you at the front door??
?Yes.?
?Oh, I?m sorry! I gave the staff the day off. I?m up in my room so I didn?t hear anything.?
That was a tad strange? ?You aren?t coming down to let me in??
?Heero, I?m in the middle of something important. It?s not like I can just drop it and leave it there.?
He extracted the spare key from his back pocket in less than a second. ?Hn. I?ll be up in 5 minutes.? With that, he hung up and proceeded to open the door.
The silence inside was unnerving. There was always some sort of bustle of activity, whether it was a maid tidying up one of the studies or the kitchen staff whipping up the next meal of the day. But today, it was dead silent. Apprehension buzzed in his mind, but Heero dismissed the unsettling feeling as just a normal reaction to a drastic change in the surroundings.
Perhaps he should have paid heed to those tiny subconscious warnings as he trudged up the large marble staircase up to Relena?s room, but his logical side was currently kicking them into a dark little corner in the back of his mind. Relena was known for her generosity and kindness, so giving her staff the day off was very plausible. It wasn?t like she?d send them away for other reasons. He nodded to himself. Yes, it wouldn?t be for some other ulterior motive.
<i>?But you sure wish it was??</i> Heero quickly threw that stray thought and all other non-business-related thoughts about Relena (in very enticing states of undress) out the proverbial window. He was not going to be confronting that particular issue right before seeing the very cause of those thoughts. He had some dignity to maintain after all. And there was no way he was going to admit that he had these underlying feelings to anyone; he would rather self-destruct Wing (with himself inside) again. For now, he could handle the occasional wandering of the mind in the privacy of his own room, away from prying eyes.
All too soon, he was standing in front of the large oak door of Relena?s bedroom. His internal clock said that he had spent four and a half minutes getting to his destination; who was he to be late? Taking a silent, reaffirming breath, Heero knocked on the door.
?Come in.?
Entering, he was puzzled to find that Relena was nowhere to be seen. Instead, an expansive, well-lit room greeted him. His eyes almost immediately fell upon the canopied queen-size bed, its burgundy satin sheets beckoning to him like a siren?s song. <i>?Bad, Heero, bad. Keep your mind off of the bed. And Relena. In enticing positions.?</i> Had he been anyone else, he would have slapped himself. Instead, he mentally beat himself over the head with a Twin Buster Rifle. Hard.
?Heero??
He turned at the sound of her voice and stopped short, completely at a loss for words. Relena was, in one word, stunning. It took all his self-control not to gape like an uncouth schoolboy and to mask his more?physical response to the woman in front of him. Vaguely, his mind registered that she was wearing a corset, garters, skin-colored thigh-highs, and a thin, full-length robe that really didn?t hide much. Anything else, and his brain was sure to short-circuit and spontaneously combust.
Carefully watching him, Relena had to hide the smirk that was threatening to ruin her cool composure. He thought he wasn?t obvious. Heh. That bulge at the front of his slacks was saying otherwise. Heck, she?d be lying if she said that she wasn?t interested in what was in those standard-issue pants. After all, this was her set up. Casually sauntering up to the stunned Gundam pilot, she coyly glanced up at him through her lashes. Yup, still too stunned to do anything. Excellent.
?Is something wrong, Heero??
??What the hell are you wearing??
Was that a growl she just heard? She put on a small, innocent smile. ?This? It?s just something women wear under formal gowns and such.?
?That?s not what I meant.?
She slowly traced a finger over the seams on the front of his Preventer jacket, deftly undoing the buttons as she kept her eyes on his face. ?Then what do you mean? I think my intentions are rather obvious, don?t you think??
???
She pushed the jacket off his shoulders, pleased to note that she received no objections whatsoever. His eyes had closed at her proximity, his head tilted back slightly as if he was absorbing all the attention she was giving him. Did he have any idea how sexy he was? Reaching up, she entwined her fingers in the soft, thick hairs at the base of his neck, slowly pulling his head towards hers. ?Heero??
His eyes opened just slightly, his darkened eyes seeming like they were gazing beyond her. Without warning, he surged forward, lips claiming hers in a way that she could only describe as smoldering and utterly consuming. Was it possible to feel so much in such a simple movement? Did it even matter anymore? Tightening her grip on his hair, she pulled him to her, pressing every possible inch of her body against his. It was like they were drowning in each other, and the only thing keeping them afloat was their hold on each other. His hands moved to slide the robe off her shoulders, the sensation of callused skin flowing over hers creating enough friction to make her moan through their heated kiss.
He couldn?t get enough of her. He was almost certain that even if he had her in his arms every night, it wouldn?t be enough. A hiss escaped from his lips as her insistent hands started to work on removing his shirt, curious fingers wandering beyond the cotton to caress the hardened flesh beneath. The hiss turned into a moan as her lips began to follow the trail her fingers had made. In retaliation, he began to tug at the laces of the corset, wanting to see what was hidden beneath. Who was he to be at a disadvantage, anyway? Certainly not in this game. Still working on those dratted laces, he bent down to press an open-mouthed kiss to the hollow of her throat. Taking her loud moan as an indication that he was doing something right, he applied more pressure to that tiny patch of skin, and was rewarded with her pulling his head towards hers for another mind-numbing kiss. Apparently, he noted with some amusement and more than just a bit of pride, Relena was going as crazy as he was, considering she had gotten rid of his shirt, stuck her tongue into his mouth and was now engaging him in a very frenzied match of tonsil hockey. And who was he to deny her anything? He fought back, and insistently pushed his arousal against her.
A few deft movements of his fingers, and the clasps on her stockings were undone and he was able to fully pry the constricting corset from her body, leaving her in just the stockings and a pair of satin panties. His breath caught at the image she made. She had to be some sort of goddess; her head was thrown back, eyes closed, golden hair trailing behind her, back arched, her pert breasts begging to be touched. He lowered his head to place a kiss on one breast, slowly swirling his tongue over the nipple, and then giving the same treatment to its twin. With insistent movements, he coaxed her into wrapping her legs around his waist, and then continued to lavish attention on her breasts as he made his way to the bed at the center of the room. Carefully depositing his cargo onto the sheets, he got rid of his pants and joined her on the bed, covering her body with his.
Was it possible to fly to heaven without actually dying? Relena was sure that she was in mid-flight, so close yet so far. How on earth did Heero know all of this? The sensations she was feeling?why had she waited so long? Pulling him down for another kiss, she let one hand trail down his back, and wrapped one stocking encased leg around his, pushing her hips against his arousal, eliciting a moan from him. With a bit of maneuvering, she rolled on top of him so that she sat on his stomach, marveling at how her body reacted to the arousal so obvious in his heavily lidded eyes. He surprised her by griping onto her waist, his long fingers pushing past the scrap of cloth that separated skin from skin to carefully caress the sensitive and highly aroused nub at the apex of her thighs. She gasped, electricity flashing behind her eyelids, her nails digging little crescents on his chest. He continued to stroke her nub, and then slipped one finger into her channel, making long, sure strokes. She moaned loudly. ?Heero?more?harder??
He acquiesced, speeding up his movements at her cries, unrelenting until she cried out loudly, her body quaking at her completion. Seizing his chance, he reversed their positions so that he was now on top of her, quickly removing the last barriers between them. When her eyes finally opened again, he kissed her hard, swiftly taking her in one stroke and burying himself to the hilt. Stars danced before his eyes at the onslaught of sensations of inside her. He wanted to move, to bring himself to ecstasy, but he forced himself to wait until she was ready.
Relena gasped when she felt him enter her and smoothly push himself past the physical barrier of her virginity. The pain was sharp and sudden, and Heero brought one hand down to stimulate her clitoris, slowly replacing the discomfort with feelings of exquisite pleasure. Soon the pain was nothing but a memory and she was insistently pushing her hips against his, wanting him to move. He did, and she moaned loudly as he slowly pulled his shaft out and then slowly sank himself back in again. He continued moving at this torturous pace, even at her insistence for him to move faster. The sounds of skin meeting skin, and the loud moans of their mutual pleasure filled the room.
?Harder?? She pushed her hips to meet his, urging him to move faster.
He relented, hands grasping onto her hips, driving himself deeper with each stroke. She pushed her hips to meet his, and he took a nipple in his mouth, worrying until it was red and swollen and then bestowing an impassioned kiss on her lips. She was a goddess, and so utterly his when she was like this, laying vulnerable and wanting. Wanting him. His eyes closed, feeling himself close to the edge. He thrust faster, angling his strokes to bring her the most pleasure, trying to hold out his own satisfaction. She was so close?
?Heero?I?m?? Her channel tightened around him as she came, her loud cry ringing through the room.
So close? He sped up his thrusts, white exploding behind his eyes as he came, his final thrust seeming to have gone deeper than all the others as he moaned her name and emptied himself in her.
He all but collapsed on top of her, all his energy spent. Relena languidly stroked a hand through his wild mane of hair, luxuriating in the lull of their lovemaking. Slowly, he pushed himself up so that he could look at her, noting with a sense of pride her swollen lips and the mark he had made on her neck. Pulling himself out of her, he moved back to her side, putting one arm around her waist possessively.
?This isn?t a one time thing.?
Her quiet statement brought him out of the state of reverie he was drifting in. Heero opened his eyes to regard her, his expression completely devoid of any emotion. ?No. It?s not.?
She smiled, and leaned in to give him a gentle kiss. ?I don?t think either of us would last very long if it was.?
He smirked and tightened his possessive hold on her. ?Neither do I.?
?Good.? Her eyes twinkled impishly. ?That means that I don?t have to come up with anymore lame excuses to summon you over here so I can seduce the living daylights out of you.?
Heero then gave Relena a gift far more precious than a lover?s word. He laughed.
<center>~The End~ </center>
. You would think Heero would learn by now that those standard issue pant don't hid any thing
