(Slave to Your Love entry)Level G4
Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2003 7:55 pm
Woohoo! I work better under pressure.
This is my first *lemon* lemon. It's mostly PWP...There's a little bit of plot to it, but, well, the plot only exists to get them in bed together so...it really doesn't matter.
It was also written in under five hours, so if it seems a bit rushed...it was. I started at about four-thirty this afternoon and it's now eight thirty, plus the little teaser bit I wrote a week ago...
My brain is tapioca. You better like it, Rose. ^^
Level G4
A (*gasp* non-song!)fic by Vi
Pink two piece suit, tailored coat and pencil skirt. Nude stockings, probably control top, and expensive ivory slingbacks on her feet. Honey blond hair pulled back in a professional ponytail, held with a simple gold barrette. It matched the simple gold studs in her ears and the simple gold watch on her slender wrist. French manicured fingernails tapped the papers arranged on the conference table, as she pointed out several changes in the proposal. Sapphire blue eyes lined with muted grey pencil stayed cool and calm, never giving away her innermost thoughts on the meeting?s progress. Flawless. Heero?s gaze never left her form. Professionalism be damned, a creature that beautiful would affect any man the same...any man would stare, any man would lose his breath when she turned to signal the meeting was over, even if it was his job to watch over her rather than watch her. Right?
The elevator was filled with two distinctly different atmospheres as they descended towards the parking garage, Relena still riding her high from a successful negotiation, and Heero still trying to control thoughts of riding...self-restraint and discipline. Repeat the mantra.
The next few moments were uneventful as Heero began to cool off-until a hand gently touched his left elbow, and he almost jumped out of his skin.
?Heero? Feeling all right?? Her eyes were concerned and amused at the same time.
?Fine.? He slid a finger under the neckline of his black t-shirt and tugged slightly. Was something blocking the vent? The air seemed to be getting thicker and warmer with every passing second. ?I?m fine.?
Ding. They exited the elevator, and Heero inhaled deeply, gulping the gas-and-oil scented air.
?You don?t seem fine. You seem like something?s bothering you.? Her heels clicked smartly on the concrete as they made their way down the orderly rows of cars.
?Relena, there is nothing bothering me.? His tone was sharp enough to cause her eyebrow to raise slightly in surprise. ?End of discussion.?
?That wasn?t a discussion. If you want to have a discussion, I could mention your refusal to look me in the eye for the last three weeks straight.?
It was true...ever since he?d barged in on her in a state of complete undress, he couldn?t bring himself to look her in the eye. Like maybe she would be able to see the indecent thoughts dancing in his head. His jaw muscles clenched involuntarily.
?It was an accident, Heero. An embarrassing one, but an accident nonetheless. It?s not as though I caught you peeking through a hole in my bathroom wall.? She slowed as they reached his car. ?Besides, it does make me feel rather secure that you?re so alert on the night shift. I hadn?t even thought you?d heard the glass break.?
?It sounded like your window,? he growled as he unlocked the rear door. ?I heard you gasp, too.? Pulling the door open, he stepped aside to allow her entry.
It came as a complete shock to his system when, instead of demurely seating herself in the car, the Vice Foreign Minister placed her hands on either side of his face and pressed herself against him. ?You heard that, too? Your hearing is better than I thought.?
?Relena-? His natural reaction was to try and twist away from her grasp. ?There are cameras down here.?
He had underestimated her strength, though, and she reached down to grab hold of his wrist, effectively pulling him back. She turned his face towards hers. ?So what? We?re not doing anything.?
?It looks like we are. You?re going to be late for your next-? The cold feel of metal and a sharp click interrupted his words. Looking down, he was met with the sight of Relena?s slender hand securing one half of a pair of handcuffs to the car door handle.
The other half was around his right wrist.
Heero was taken aback by this sudden turn of events. The phrase literally popped into his head-I am quite taken aback by this turn of events. It was a ludicrous phrase, but then, he was in a rather ludicrous situation. He looked back up to find his jailer grinning ear to ear.
?Relena, take the handcuffs off.?
She shook her head, barely containing her glee. ?I can?t do that, Heero. We have some things to settle.?
?Duo?s in the camera room, isn?t he? How much did he pay you?? Heero?s eyes darted wildly from one end of the parking garage to the other. There had to be people around, for god?s sake. It was almost lunchtime. The press would have a field day.
?Duo didn?t pay me. I came up with this all by myself. Don?t you believe me?? Sitting on the car seat in a very prim manner, she swiveled her legs into the vehicle and scooted over to make room. Still grinning, she patted the empty spot next to her. ?Get in. This could be a while.?
A full minute passed as Heero stared at her in stupefied silence. If she wanted eye contact, she sure as hell was getting it now, although Heero wasn?t entirely sure if he was glaring at her or trying to take control of her mind. Finally, he ducked inside and pulled the door shut behind him. At least this way, no one else would be able to see the cuffs.
?There.? She beamed at him. A part of Heero had always wondered if Relena was entirely sane, but he had never expected anything like this. He made a mental note to call around for psychiatrists as soon as possible. ?Now. Talk.?
?Talk?! You have me handcuffed to my own vehicle in plain sight of anyone who wants to walk by and take pictures for the Daily Incriminator, and now I have to talk??
?Well, that?s more than you?ve said to me in nearly a month.? Turning at a 45 degree angle, Relena leaned back so she was reclining along the backseat and idly crossed her legs. ?We?re already making progress.?
Heero tried very hard not to think about how that position showed off her curves to their full advantage.
She noticed him look away. ?There you go again! I don?t understand what it is about me that makes it so painful to even look at me!? Sitting up, she leaned into him, pressing her chest into his shoulder. ?What is it? Tell me!?
Gritting his teeth, Heero summoned what little grasp he still had on his self control. ?Could you please not press yourself against me that way??
?Can you not stand to be touched by me??
?No!?
?No, you can?t stand to be touched by me??
?No, I-? Something snapped inside him, and he fell silent.
?Heero?? Rather than lean back, as he had requested, she leaned into him even more, trying to see his face. ?Heero, I?m sor-?
Heero cut off her apology by threading the fingers of his free hand through her hair and mashing his lips against hers.
Relena stiffened at first, then slowly relaxed, lettng her body melt against his well-muscled form. His tongue traced along the inside of her mouth, igniting nerve endings Relena hadn?t known existed. His hand drifted from the back of her head to the nape of her neck and farther, finally coming to settle on the small of her back as he pressed her to him. He broke the kiss for just a moment-
?I can?t look at you because I can?t seem to stop picturing how good you look naked,? he whispered.
She plunged back into the kiss, twining her arms around his waist, twisting to pull her left leg over his lap. She straddled him and he groaned, thrusting his hips against her and cursing the thick material of his slacks. Her pink pencil skirt rode up over her legs, exposing creamy thighs veiled in beige hose. Heero unthinkingly reached to tug the hose down over her firm rear with his right hand, and swore again when he was met with cold metallic resistance. Relena pulled away, flushed and panting.
?Heero...we?re in a parking garage.? She wiggled off his lap and back onto the seat, trying to adjust her skirt as she went. He growled under his breath.
?Then we?re going to have to move. Undo the cuffs.? Relena reached for her purse in the front seat, sifting through it?s contents as Heero fidgeted impatiently. After five minutes, she was still sifting. Then Heero noticed how pale she was.
?You left the key at the hotel.? He reached up with his free hand to rub his temples, mourning the loss of his pleasent state of arousal.
?I could swear I put it in the zipper pocket before I left...? She looked up at him with an expression of panic. ?I?m sorry!?
He reached out and pressed the car keys into the palm of her hand. ?Just go.?
Watching Relena drive a manual was a much more arousing experience than Heero had ever thought it might be. When she wasn?t shifting gears, she had a tendancy to stroke the gear stick in a manner that was downright erotic. And watching her legs spread ever so slightly as she worked the clutch...he shifted positions for the fifth time in as many minutes. Thank god it wasn?t a long ride back to the hotel.
She couldn?t take her eyes off him in the rearview mirror, watching him shift as he stared at her. Her fingers danced over the gear stick as she imagined doing the same to his naked body. Letting her eyes drift lower, she realized that sehe could see the evidence of his desire in full glory through his pants. Thank god the hotel wasn?t too much farther.
Relena pulled into the parking garage at top speed, slowing just barely as she whipped around the turns. As she passed empty spots, Heero thought it best to inquire as to what her motives were.
?I can?t wait? was her only responce.
She took them to the top level, parking in a far corner away from the few other cars that shared the space. Not even bothering to open her door, she climbed into the backseat, practically landing on top of him in her fervor.
?Relena, I?m still cuffed to the door,? he said.
?Heero, I really don?t give a damn.?
Oh.
She made quick work of his pants, undoing the zipper and pulling them and his boxer-briefs to his knees in one fluid motion, letting his erection spring free of it?s confines.
She paused.
He groaned.
Seeing his discomfort, Relena smiled. She reached up and removed her jacket, then slowly unbuttoned her shirt, letting her hand trail up into her cleavage as she slipped it off her shoulders. Then she leaned into him, touching her lips gently to just the tip of his hard length. He shuddered, trying to thrust himself forward, but she placed a hand on his taut belly and pressed him back into his seat. Softly she ran her mouth down his shaft, then back up, letting her tongue trail along the velvety skin of his arousal. Finally, after an agonizing eternity of teasing him with her lips and tongue, she took him into her mouth...and Heero lost all traces of coherence. Moaning his pleasure, he gripped the door handle with his cuffed hand and the headrest with the other, pumping his hips in time with her very talented mouth.
Then suddenly she stopped, leaving her bodyguard a shivering, panting, gasping puddle of flesh on the upholstery.
?Where...did you learn...how to do that?? he rasped out between ragged breaths.
Ivory shoulders shrugged. ?Just comes naturally, I suppose.?
?You?ve never done that before??
?Nope.? Relena pulled herself up so that she was straddling him again, letting her skirt climb to illegal heights. The woven crotch of her nylons rubbed against his hardness, nearly making him jump out of his skin. He pressed himself against her, burying his face in her cleavage, just savoring the weight of her on his body. They rocked together like that, letting themselves take comfort in the closeness, holding each other like the could be ripped apart at any moment. Heero grasped the back of her pantyhose with his free hand, tugging it down.
?Please,? he gasped. Relena rolled onto the seat, wriggling her hips as she pulled the sheer material off her legs, then sending her panties to join them on the floorboards. Slipping his arm between Relena and the seat, he rolled her back onto him, her face inches away from his. ?Please,? he repeated, straining upwards against her. Carefully she spread her legs, feeling the tip of him press against her inner thigh. She reached down to stroke him, watching his eyes roll upwards in his head, listening to his labored breathing become even heavier. Relena balanced herself on her knees over him, holding him in her hand, positioning himself against her soft, wet center...and then she plunged downwards, taking him into her in one thrust. They groaned in unison, Heero low and guttural, Relena almost screaming, both vocal in their passion. Heero felt behind her back for her bra clasp, undoing it one-handed and pulling from her shoulders, feeling satisfied as he watched her breasts bounce with their motion. Relena leaned back as she rode him, grabbing onto the headrest of the front seat, letting him watch her as he thrust into her over and over again. Not content to look, Heero pulled her forward and took a rosy nipple into his mouth, nipping and sucking gently, teasing her and feeling a rush of pleasure as she arched into his busy mouth. They surged into each other endlessly, never stopping, their tempo racing faster and faster as both fell towards completion-
-and completion was found in glorious release, and they found it together, hearts racing and skin flushed and damp-
-each calling out the other?s name in ecstacy in the confines of the backseat, as though they were seeing each other for the first time across a vast field.
Relena collapsed onto him as the last waves of her orgasm rolled over her, completely relaxed, her muscles loose as putty. She buried her face in his neck and tucked her hands behind his back in contentment. Heero sat with his eyes closed, still inside her, forgetting he was attatched the the car until he tried to encircle her with his arms.
?Relena...My arm.? She sat bolt upright, her eyes wide. He groaned at the sudden movement.
?I completely forgot!? She rolled off him again, wincing slightly as he left her. Quickly she located her clothes and dressed hurriedly-or, as hurriedly as one can dress in a small backseat. Heero, in the meantime, was unsuccessfully trying to get his pants back up past his knees.
?You know,? he remarked as Relena helped him dress, ?If I didn?t know any better, I?d say you planed this entire escapade.?
?I never said I hadn?t.? Relena grinned. ?Maybe I got a little kick out of you seeing me naked myself." She reached under the front passenger seat, sweeping with her arm, until she retrieved a small silver key. Quickly Heero was freed from the cuffs.
Heero was silent for a few minutes, contemplating this new information as he rubbed his wrist. Finally he nodded.
?All right,? he said, ?but next time...I get to forget the key.?
This is my first *lemon* lemon. It's mostly PWP...There's a little bit of plot to it, but, well, the plot only exists to get them in bed together so...it really doesn't matter.
It was also written in under five hours, so if it seems a bit rushed...it was. I started at about four-thirty this afternoon and it's now eight thirty, plus the little teaser bit I wrote a week ago...My brain is tapioca. You better like it, Rose. ^^
Level G4
A (*gasp* non-song!)fic by Vi
Pink two piece suit, tailored coat and pencil skirt. Nude stockings, probably control top, and expensive ivory slingbacks on her feet. Honey blond hair pulled back in a professional ponytail, held with a simple gold barrette. It matched the simple gold studs in her ears and the simple gold watch on her slender wrist. French manicured fingernails tapped the papers arranged on the conference table, as she pointed out several changes in the proposal. Sapphire blue eyes lined with muted grey pencil stayed cool and calm, never giving away her innermost thoughts on the meeting?s progress. Flawless. Heero?s gaze never left her form. Professionalism be damned, a creature that beautiful would affect any man the same...any man would stare, any man would lose his breath when she turned to signal the meeting was over, even if it was his job to watch over her rather than watch her. Right?
The elevator was filled with two distinctly different atmospheres as they descended towards the parking garage, Relena still riding her high from a successful negotiation, and Heero still trying to control thoughts of riding...self-restraint and discipline. Repeat the mantra.
The next few moments were uneventful as Heero began to cool off-until a hand gently touched his left elbow, and he almost jumped out of his skin.
?Heero? Feeling all right?? Her eyes were concerned and amused at the same time.
?Fine.? He slid a finger under the neckline of his black t-shirt and tugged slightly. Was something blocking the vent? The air seemed to be getting thicker and warmer with every passing second. ?I?m fine.?
Ding. They exited the elevator, and Heero inhaled deeply, gulping the gas-and-oil scented air.
?You don?t seem fine. You seem like something?s bothering you.? Her heels clicked smartly on the concrete as they made their way down the orderly rows of cars.
?Relena, there is nothing bothering me.? His tone was sharp enough to cause her eyebrow to raise slightly in surprise. ?End of discussion.?
?That wasn?t a discussion. If you want to have a discussion, I could mention your refusal to look me in the eye for the last three weeks straight.?
It was true...ever since he?d barged in on her in a state of complete undress, he couldn?t bring himself to look her in the eye. Like maybe she would be able to see the indecent thoughts dancing in his head. His jaw muscles clenched involuntarily.
?It was an accident, Heero. An embarrassing one, but an accident nonetheless. It?s not as though I caught you peeking through a hole in my bathroom wall.? She slowed as they reached his car. ?Besides, it does make me feel rather secure that you?re so alert on the night shift. I hadn?t even thought you?d heard the glass break.?
?It sounded like your window,? he growled as he unlocked the rear door. ?I heard you gasp, too.? Pulling the door open, he stepped aside to allow her entry.
It came as a complete shock to his system when, instead of demurely seating herself in the car, the Vice Foreign Minister placed her hands on either side of his face and pressed herself against him. ?You heard that, too? Your hearing is better than I thought.?
?Relena-? His natural reaction was to try and twist away from her grasp. ?There are cameras down here.?
He had underestimated her strength, though, and she reached down to grab hold of his wrist, effectively pulling him back. She turned his face towards hers. ?So what? We?re not doing anything.?
?It looks like we are. You?re going to be late for your next-? The cold feel of metal and a sharp click interrupted his words. Looking down, he was met with the sight of Relena?s slender hand securing one half of a pair of handcuffs to the car door handle.
The other half was around his right wrist.
Heero was taken aback by this sudden turn of events. The phrase literally popped into his head-I am quite taken aback by this turn of events. It was a ludicrous phrase, but then, he was in a rather ludicrous situation. He looked back up to find his jailer grinning ear to ear.
?Relena, take the handcuffs off.?
She shook her head, barely containing her glee. ?I can?t do that, Heero. We have some things to settle.?
?Duo?s in the camera room, isn?t he? How much did he pay you?? Heero?s eyes darted wildly from one end of the parking garage to the other. There had to be people around, for god?s sake. It was almost lunchtime. The press would have a field day.
?Duo didn?t pay me. I came up with this all by myself. Don?t you believe me?? Sitting on the car seat in a very prim manner, she swiveled her legs into the vehicle and scooted over to make room. Still grinning, she patted the empty spot next to her. ?Get in. This could be a while.?
A full minute passed as Heero stared at her in stupefied silence. If she wanted eye contact, she sure as hell was getting it now, although Heero wasn?t entirely sure if he was glaring at her or trying to take control of her mind. Finally, he ducked inside and pulled the door shut behind him. At least this way, no one else would be able to see the cuffs.
?There.? She beamed at him. A part of Heero had always wondered if Relena was entirely sane, but he had never expected anything like this. He made a mental note to call around for psychiatrists as soon as possible. ?Now. Talk.?
?Talk?! You have me handcuffed to my own vehicle in plain sight of anyone who wants to walk by and take pictures for the Daily Incriminator, and now I have to talk??
?Well, that?s more than you?ve said to me in nearly a month.? Turning at a 45 degree angle, Relena leaned back so she was reclining along the backseat and idly crossed her legs. ?We?re already making progress.?
Heero tried very hard not to think about how that position showed off her curves to their full advantage.
She noticed him look away. ?There you go again! I don?t understand what it is about me that makes it so painful to even look at me!? Sitting up, she leaned into him, pressing her chest into his shoulder. ?What is it? Tell me!?
Gritting his teeth, Heero summoned what little grasp he still had on his self control. ?Could you please not press yourself against me that way??
?Can you not stand to be touched by me??
?No!?
?No, you can?t stand to be touched by me??
?No, I-? Something snapped inside him, and he fell silent.
?Heero?? Rather than lean back, as he had requested, she leaned into him even more, trying to see his face. ?Heero, I?m sor-?
Heero cut off her apology by threading the fingers of his free hand through her hair and mashing his lips against hers.
Relena stiffened at first, then slowly relaxed, lettng her body melt against his well-muscled form. His tongue traced along the inside of her mouth, igniting nerve endings Relena hadn?t known existed. His hand drifted from the back of her head to the nape of her neck and farther, finally coming to settle on the small of her back as he pressed her to him. He broke the kiss for just a moment-
?I can?t look at you because I can?t seem to stop picturing how good you look naked,? he whispered.
She plunged back into the kiss, twining her arms around his waist, twisting to pull her left leg over his lap. She straddled him and he groaned, thrusting his hips against her and cursing the thick material of his slacks. Her pink pencil skirt rode up over her legs, exposing creamy thighs veiled in beige hose. Heero unthinkingly reached to tug the hose down over her firm rear with his right hand, and swore again when he was met with cold metallic resistance. Relena pulled away, flushed and panting.
?Heero...we?re in a parking garage.? She wiggled off his lap and back onto the seat, trying to adjust her skirt as she went. He growled under his breath.
?Then we?re going to have to move. Undo the cuffs.? Relena reached for her purse in the front seat, sifting through it?s contents as Heero fidgeted impatiently. After five minutes, she was still sifting. Then Heero noticed how pale she was.
?You left the key at the hotel.? He reached up with his free hand to rub his temples, mourning the loss of his pleasent state of arousal.
?I could swear I put it in the zipper pocket before I left...? She looked up at him with an expression of panic. ?I?m sorry!?
He reached out and pressed the car keys into the palm of her hand. ?Just go.?
Watching Relena drive a manual was a much more arousing experience than Heero had ever thought it might be. When she wasn?t shifting gears, she had a tendancy to stroke the gear stick in a manner that was downright erotic. And watching her legs spread ever so slightly as she worked the clutch...he shifted positions for the fifth time in as many minutes. Thank god it wasn?t a long ride back to the hotel.
She couldn?t take her eyes off him in the rearview mirror, watching him shift as he stared at her. Her fingers danced over the gear stick as she imagined doing the same to his naked body. Letting her eyes drift lower, she realized that sehe could see the evidence of his desire in full glory through his pants. Thank god the hotel wasn?t too much farther.
Relena pulled into the parking garage at top speed, slowing just barely as she whipped around the turns. As she passed empty spots, Heero thought it best to inquire as to what her motives were.
?I can?t wait? was her only responce.
She took them to the top level, parking in a far corner away from the few other cars that shared the space. Not even bothering to open her door, she climbed into the backseat, practically landing on top of him in her fervor.
?Relena, I?m still cuffed to the door,? he said.
?Heero, I really don?t give a damn.?
Oh.
She made quick work of his pants, undoing the zipper and pulling them and his boxer-briefs to his knees in one fluid motion, letting his erection spring free of it?s confines.
She paused.
He groaned.
Seeing his discomfort, Relena smiled. She reached up and removed her jacket, then slowly unbuttoned her shirt, letting her hand trail up into her cleavage as she slipped it off her shoulders. Then she leaned into him, touching her lips gently to just the tip of his hard length. He shuddered, trying to thrust himself forward, but she placed a hand on his taut belly and pressed him back into his seat. Softly she ran her mouth down his shaft, then back up, letting her tongue trail along the velvety skin of his arousal. Finally, after an agonizing eternity of teasing him with her lips and tongue, she took him into her mouth...and Heero lost all traces of coherence. Moaning his pleasure, he gripped the door handle with his cuffed hand and the headrest with the other, pumping his hips in time with her very talented mouth.
Then suddenly she stopped, leaving her bodyguard a shivering, panting, gasping puddle of flesh on the upholstery.
?Where...did you learn...how to do that?? he rasped out between ragged breaths.
Ivory shoulders shrugged. ?Just comes naturally, I suppose.?
?You?ve never done that before??
?Nope.? Relena pulled herself up so that she was straddling him again, letting her skirt climb to illegal heights. The woven crotch of her nylons rubbed against his hardness, nearly making him jump out of his skin. He pressed himself against her, burying his face in her cleavage, just savoring the weight of her on his body. They rocked together like that, letting themselves take comfort in the closeness, holding each other like the could be ripped apart at any moment. Heero grasped the back of her pantyhose with his free hand, tugging it down.
?Please,? he gasped. Relena rolled onto the seat, wriggling her hips as she pulled the sheer material off her legs, then sending her panties to join them on the floorboards. Slipping his arm between Relena and the seat, he rolled her back onto him, her face inches away from his. ?Please,? he repeated, straining upwards against her. Carefully she spread her legs, feeling the tip of him press against her inner thigh. She reached down to stroke him, watching his eyes roll upwards in his head, listening to his labored breathing become even heavier. Relena balanced herself on her knees over him, holding him in her hand, positioning himself against her soft, wet center...and then she plunged downwards, taking him into her in one thrust. They groaned in unison, Heero low and guttural, Relena almost screaming, both vocal in their passion. Heero felt behind her back for her bra clasp, undoing it one-handed and pulling from her shoulders, feeling satisfied as he watched her breasts bounce with their motion. Relena leaned back as she rode him, grabbing onto the headrest of the front seat, letting him watch her as he thrust into her over and over again. Not content to look, Heero pulled her forward and took a rosy nipple into his mouth, nipping and sucking gently, teasing her and feeling a rush of pleasure as she arched into his busy mouth. They surged into each other endlessly, never stopping, their tempo racing faster and faster as both fell towards completion-
-and completion was found in glorious release, and they found it together, hearts racing and skin flushed and damp-
-each calling out the other?s name in ecstacy in the confines of the backseat, as though they were seeing each other for the first time across a vast field.
Relena collapsed onto him as the last waves of her orgasm rolled over her, completely relaxed, her muscles loose as putty. She buried her face in his neck and tucked her hands behind his back in contentment. Heero sat with his eyes closed, still inside her, forgetting he was attatched the the car until he tried to encircle her with his arms.
?Relena...My arm.? She sat bolt upright, her eyes wide. He groaned at the sudden movement.
?I completely forgot!? She rolled off him again, wincing slightly as he left her. Quickly she located her clothes and dressed hurriedly-or, as hurriedly as one can dress in a small backseat. Heero, in the meantime, was unsuccessfully trying to get his pants back up past his knees.
?You know,? he remarked as Relena helped him dress, ?If I didn?t know any better, I?d say you planed this entire escapade.?
?I never said I hadn?t.? Relena grinned. ?Maybe I got a little kick out of you seeing me naked myself." She reached under the front passenger seat, sweeping with her arm, until she retrieved a small silver key. Quickly Heero was freed from the cuffs.
Heero was silent for a few minutes, contemplating this new information as he rubbed his wrist. Finally he nodded.
?All right,? he said, ?but next time...I get to forget the key.?