Disclaimer: Is this really even necessary anymore? I mean, I'm
just saying....
Author's Notes: Dude...I have been literally *dying* to put this
next chapter up. WARNING: Major lemon straight ahead. Steer for
cleaner waters if that sort of thing turns your stomach.
Dedication: To Katie, one of the sweetest witches I know, for
reading this entire story and laughing uproariously. Not to mention
smacking the hell out of her boyfriend, Eric, for not being more
like Heero and only just looking like him. You're the greatest,
Katie.
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Two Can Play
by Kristen Elizabeth
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She stood on the snow lined steps of his apartment. Her shoulders
shook, but she wasn't sure if it was anticipation or the weather.
Mustering all her courage, she knocked.
A minute passed. For the entire sixty seconds, Relena held her
breath. Towards the time her supply of oxygen began to run out,
she became convinced that either she had made a huge mistake or
Duo's sense of humor was beginning to border on cruel.
And then the door opened. The warmth from his apartment hit her,
reminding her how cold she was. Her teeth chattered as she opened
her mouth to speak. "You're here." She shuddered to
think how fast he must have driven to arrive here before them.
"You're freezing." Heero's fingers were so hot against
her cold, bare shoulder. "Where is your coat?"
"I didn't really have time to grab it." She crossed
her arms over her chest.
Without another word, Heero pulled her inside. As he closed the
door, Relena could hear Duo screech off down the street. She took
a tentative step further into the hallway. Heero's apartment was
like Wufei's inner feelings. She knew he had one, but she rarely
saw it. Most of their time together was spent at the mansion or
the limousine or the office. As she glanced around, she remembered
that she really liked coming here.
But she was still freezing. Heero noticed and reached to embrace
her. Instinctively, she pulled back. "Relena..." He
let his arms drop. With nothing else to do with them, he stuck
his hands in the pockets of his tuxedo pants. "Have I done
something to frighten you?" She pressed her lips together
and shook her head. "Then, can I at least touch you?"
She nodded.
Nothing felt more right than the starched cotton of Heero's shirt
pressed against her cheek. Underneath it, she could hear his heart
beat. A single tear danced down her nose. It felt as though it
had been years since she had been in his arms.
He lost his fingers in the gold curls tumbling around her bare
shoulders. Her perfume fogged his brain. It was all he could do
to keep from crushing her lips to his. "So...", he began.
"Where have you been for the past few days?"
Her eyes opened and she realized what she was doing. It took all
her willpower to pull away from him. "I've been....busy."
Heero nodded. "Avoiding me."
"I was not avoiding you...much." Determined not to smile,
she broke completely away from him and wandered into the living
room. A small gasp of surprise escaped her lips.
The rooms Heero called home were small and clutter-free. The walls
were white-washed with next to nothing adorning them. In fact,
the only picture in the entire living room was a small, framed
one of the two of them, taken the previous summer. She was reclining
against his chest; his chin rested on her shoulder. Duo had snapped
the picture when they weren't looking. Heero had seemed upset
at the time, but judging by its prime spot in his living room,
he hadn't been *that* upset.
But the picture wasn't what shocked Relena. In the corner of Heero's
very minimalistic apartment was a very minimalistic Christmas
tree. Clearly chosen by a man not used to picking out Christmas
trees, it was on the scraggly side. Still, it filled the room
with a lovely pine scent, as any good tree should. Heero had obviously
taken pains to decorate it. Strings of colored lights were draped
across the struggling branches; store bought ornaments dotted
the tree in a haphazard pattern.
It was like finding a water fountain in the middle of the desert.
Relena could feel the tears rising up behind her eyes. "It's...wonderful,
Heero", she whispered.
"Well, I've had a lot of free time lately." He dug his
hands deeper into his pockets. "I've never had a tree before."
She turned around to see him. With his hands in his pants and
his hair flopping over his brow, he looked very much like a child.
But the pent-up emotion in his eyes, not to mention the smooth
muscles exposed by the extra undone button on his shirt, were
anything but childish.
Relena took a breath. "We're long overdue for a talk, aren't
we?"
He lifted his shoulders. "I wish I knew. Ever since the ballroom,
I've been on a need-to-know basis with you...only apparently I
haven't needed to know anything."
"I never meant to hurt you." She touched the heart hanging
at her throat. "I just needed some time to think. About you
and me and...you know."
"Sex?", he guessed. Relena nodded. "Has something
changed? Do you not want to be with me anymore?" She opened
her mouth to reply, but he kept talking. "Because if that's
the case, I'd like to know now before I do something that will
push you even further away."
She clutched her throat. "I'm just so confused, Heero. I
don't know what I want anymore."
"It's not that hard a decision to make, Relena. You either
want to be with me or not. Simple as that."
Her eyes grew stormy. "Maybe it's easy for Heero Yuy to put
labels and expiration dates on his emotions, but I'm very different.
It's not so simple for me to make this choice. So don't try to
make me, all right?"
There was a minute of silence. "Tell me what you're thinking",
he asked, quietly. "Tell me what's changed."
"I don't know!" She brushed away tears. "You say
that you want me....and I know that I love you..." Relena
covered her eyes with her hand. "But I want us to make love
for the same reasons....because our feelings for each other have
grown too great for a hug and a kiss at the end of the night.
Not because we're both twenty years old and everyone around us
has found someone to share a bed with at night."
"Do you think that's why I want to be with you?"
Relena's watery gaze met his steady one. "You're the one
who couldn't distinguish between love and lust."
"Only because I feel them both when I'm around you."
He took one hand out of his pocket and reached out to touch her
wet cheek. "I want you because I love you. I don't love you
just because I want you. Can't you see that?" She nodded
again. "Then tell me...what's this all really about?"
She looked up at the ceiling. "I'm scared", she whispered.
"So am I." He stepped towards her. "I'd like to
confront that fear. With you."
Her chin lowered. "And when you've had me...?"
Heero cupped her face with his perfectly rough hands. "I'll
never let you go."
As she stared into his unblinking eyes, everything suddenly made
sense. Her hands covered his on either side of her face. "Heero...please
make love to me."
He continued to gaze down at her. "You're sure?"
Relena brushed her lips across his. "I'm sure. No interruptions,
no hesitations. Just you..." Her tongue flicked out to lick
his lower lip. "...and me."
The sensation of her tongue sliding across his lips was too much
for any normal man to take. He pulled her closer, kissing her
deeply. She whimpered in surprised pleasure.
"Bedroom?", she asked between kisses.
Heero broke the kiss and shook his head. Leaving her side for
a moment, he flipped the living room lights off...every light
except the Christmas tree. The colored lights cast a rainbow warmth
across the room. It was more sensual than candlelight and more
special than a blazing fire. He didn't need to say anything and
she knew...they would be making love by the light of the Christmas
tree.
She kissed him again, slowly and sweetly. "I always imagined
I'd be wearing something white and satiny..." Stepping back,
she turned around and lifted her hair off her back. "Could
you?"
He fit his chest against her back, burying his face in the crook
of her neck as his fingers found the zipper holding her dress
together. Kissing her neck, he pulled the zipper down; his fingers
dipped between the velvet of her gown and the even softer velvet
of her lower back.
The straps of her dress were falling down. "Let me get those",
he said, huskily. She nodded, mindless when his mouth was doing
such amazing things to her throat. Her eyes closed as he pushed
one strap off her shoulder. The other fell in the same manner.
With her dress loose around her torso, it was very easy for Heero
to slide his hands around her chest, underneath the bodice. Suddenly,
he held a breast in each palm.
"Oh god...", she breathed when his fingers found the
tight centers of each breast and gently rolled them. His tongue
laved up and down her neck, just below her ear. It was all she
could do to keep standing. "Heero...." Her arms lifted
over her head to wrap around his neck. "I want...to touch
you..."
Her innocent request hit him like a shockwave. His rapidly hardening
groin was keenly aware of her soft backside pressed up against
it. Gently, he pushed his hips into her, letting her feel his
arousal. She gasped and pressed back.
He needed to taste her. Pulling his hands out of her dress, he
turned her around to face him. The dress fell, pooling around
her feet, leaving her in nothing but a tiny pair of black satin
thong panties and silk stockings, supported by a garter belt.
He gently pulled her back to his body; his hands slid from her
waist down over her bare bottom. Heero had to smile; he was the
only person in the world who knew that the Vice Foriegn Minister
wore this sort of undergarment.
Relena sought his mouth again. His tongue was hot against hers.
Her nipples rubbed against his starched shirt, illicting exquisite
agony. As much as she loved it, she wanted to feel his bare skin
against her breasts, like the day in the ballroom. Her fingers
fumbled for his shirt's buttons.
He looked down and watched her rip his shirt apart, eager to get
at his chest. "And here I thought you were innocent",
he teased.
She kissed him again as she pulled the tails of his shirt out
of his tuxedo pants. Pushing the shirt off his corded arms, she
pressed her chest to his. It was even better than she remembered.
Flesh to flesh. If she still had any doubts, they disappeared
in that second.
Heero's arms wrapped around her as they kissed. The need to taste
her had turned into an all-consuming passion. He walked her back
to the couch. Rather than push her onto her back, he scooped her
up into his arms and laid her down. Heero stood for a second,
memorizing the lucious picture she made on his leather couch.
Relena reached for him, begging for his touch. Something caught
in the back of his throat. This amazing creature actually wanted
him. Wanted his kisses and caresses as much as she wanted his
love. He set a knee on one side of her body and laid down, careful
not to crush her. She could have it all. His every touch, every
kiss...
His heart and soul.
She ran her fingers through his hair as he kissed a path down
between her breasts. His head turned and his tongue flicked out,
teasing one nipple. A tug on his hair told him the time for teasing
was over. Relena moaned when he took the hard tip of her breast
into his mouth, suckling it with slow determination.
One arm slid under her body to lift her back up, giving him even
more access to her breasts. He nibbled around the aureola, pushing
the boundary between pain and pleasure. Then he softly licked,
soothing away any hurt.
Relena felt herself being driven mad with the pleasure. The center
of her body was hot and wet. Quite unaware, her hand slid between
their bodies and down her flat tummy, into the triangle of black
satin.
Heero looked down and then back up at her. Rather than insulting,
it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. After all, he reasoned,
how could one get pleasure from another person if they weren't
even in touch with their own body?
Her eyes opened upon feeling his lips on hers. She made a move
to draw her hand away from herself, but he gripped her wrist and
held it in place. His hand joined hers between her thighs. To
accomodate him, she spread her legs a bit wider. Her flesh was
warm and slippery with desire. "Show me where to touch you",
Heero breathed into her ear.
She guided his fingers, sliding them up and down the edge of her
body. Her head fell back when they hit a particular spot. "Oh
god..", she moaned. "Right there..."
He doubled his effort on the sweet spot. The nails on her free
hand dug into his back; she whispered his name several times.
The intense warmth in her lower body was spreading; the stars
Hilde had spoken of were dancing in front of her eyes.
Then, everything stopped. Heero pulled his hand away and took
hers with it. Her forehead crinkled. "Heero?" She watched
as he kissed her hand; their entwined fingers glistened in the
warm light. Before she could protest, he slid her finger into
his mouth and gently licked it clean.
Sugar and salt. He greedily took another finger into his mouth,
watching her innocent shock with passion-lidded eyes. When their
fingers were clean, he found himself craving more. Addicted from
the moment he tasted her. She had always been his weakness. Or
maybe his weakness was his strength.
Relena kissed him, eager to taste his mouth. Licking his lips,
she squirmed underneath him, struggling for a more comfortable
position. They both realized, in that moment, that the couch was
not going to work. Heero thought quickly. He lifted himself off
of her and stood up.
"Where are you going?"
He touched her cheek adoringly. "I'll be right back."
When he returned from his bedroom a moment later with his comforter
and pillows, she was standing by the Christmas tree, naked except
for those scandalous panties. Her hair was tousled from the couch;
it hung in messy curls around her bare shoulders. She turned when
she sensed him enter; her smile was bright. He nearly dropped
the things in his arms.
"Come here", she beckoned, crooking a finger at him.
She giggled as he struggled with the bedding. "I'm surprised
that you didn't think of this before, Heero."
"There were too many other things to..." He stopped
before he could say 'plan'. "...think about."
Relena took a step towards him, her hands propped on her perfectly
flared hips. "Someday...when we're old and settled...you'll
have to tell me about the plan I was subjected to tonight."
His expression was so thoroughly confused that Relena knew she
had hit upon the truth. Other women might have been mad or felt
played with, but she simply reached for him again. Any plan that
brought them together like this was just fine with her.
Together, they spread out the blankets and pillows. "It's
like an Arabian harem", Relena laughed. Her amusement melted
into desire as he knelt in front of her. She looked down and watched
him kiss her bare belly; his tongue darted briefly into her navel.
Heero glanced up; her eyes were glazed over with need. His thumbs
hooked under the tiny black strips of satin around her hips. Slowly,
he tugged, pulling them down her legs. He took his time with her
stockings, rolling them down ever so carefully until she could
step out of them.
As much as she wanted him to continue what it seemed like he was
getting ready to do, Relena found herself slightly upset that
there she was, naked and exposed, yet he was only bare from the
waist up. Kicking her underwear away, she ran her fingers through
his hair.
"Stand up", she whispered. Puzzled, he did as she asked.
Her hand innocently brushed over the front of his pants as she
leaned in for a kiss. .
"Relena." His fingers circled her wrist. "Don't
worry about me....I want this to be good for you." He closed
his eyes when he felt her lips working over his collarbone. "Relena..."
She silenced his protests completely when she licked down to his
nipple. Her mouth was doing incredible things to an area of his
body that had never thought could be manipulated this way. To
his utter surprise, she didn't stop at his chest. Slipping to
her knees in front of him, she kissed each ridged muscle of his
toned stomach.
Heero's hands were in her hair. He whispered her name as she reached
for the top of his pants. She frowned; he was still protesting
her explorations. "Heero..." She undid the fastener
and began to pull the zipper down. "*I* want *this* to be
good...." She spread the fly of his pants open, fighting
back a blush when she realized he had nothing on underneath them.
"...for you."
Truth be told, she was doing it for him, but also for herself.
Everything she knew about sex was either clinical from her adopted
mother or girlish gossip passed on in the halls of her school.
She had no real perspective on male anatomy, despite having felt
Heero's substantial bulge against her lower back. She was determined
to aquaint herself with his sex before things went any further.
The mere fact that she wanted to do something so intimate blew
Heero away. He had expected to do this to her; biology almost
demanded it. But only in his greatest fantasies had she ever returned
the favor. He almost seemed to grow harder as she tentatively
tugged his clothes down. But it was nothing compared to the pure
feeling that shot through him when her tongue delicately licked
over the head of his arousal.
Heero's fingers tightened in her hair. "Damn", she thought
she heard him mutter. Deciding there was nothing to be frightened
of, she enveloped the head of his shaft into her mouth. He groaned
loudly. A thought occured to Relena. This was a treat, like an
ice cream cone or a popsicle. She should give it the same sort
of attention. With virginal eagerness, she did just that.
His head spun. His knees weakened. She was very happily driving
him crazy. He could barely think, but the one thought that managed
to get through compelled him to gently tug her mouth away from
his length.
"Relena", he said, raggedly. She looked up with a soft
smile, slyly licking the corner of her lip. He took a breath.
"This has got to stop."
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