Disclaimer: Standard.
Author's Notes: Ha! I see some of you caught onto my brilliant
plan to test whether or not anyone pays attention to what they
read by writing the wrong story title on the last chapter....okay,
you got me. I'm a scatter-brained dork;) Guess this is what happens
when you try to write more than one story at a time.
Ah yes, this chapter gets a little lemony. Well, maybe more like
limeish. Hehe...
Dedication: To my over-worked, under-appreciated co-workers at
Blockbuster.
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Two Can Play
by Kristen Elizabeth
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Relena was in ecstasy. A low moan escaped her lips. "Heero..."
His fingers worked their magic below the covers, teasing the very
center of her body with maddening delicacy. His hot lips played
with hers as he murmured words of encouragement. "Come on,
Relena....open up for me..."
She threw her head back as another sweet wave of pleasure washed
over her. "Heero!"
"Come on, Relena....Relena....come on...open up!"
The wonderful dream began to fade. Heero's fingers disappeared
from her body as she opened her eyes. There was a loud pounding
on her bedroom door.
"Relena! Come on....open up this door! You're going to be
late!!"
The Vice Foriegn Minister bolted upright in bed. "Millardo?"
She put a hand to her flushed cheek. "What time is it??"
"Nearly eight", her brother replied through the door.
"The opening speeches begin in an hour and if you don't get
up this minute, you're going to miss them."
She scrambled out of bed, straightened her twisted nightdress
and ran for the door. Her brother stood in the hallway, impatience
flashing in his blue eyes. "I overslept?"
"Just a little bit." He pointed to her nightclothes.
"Get dressed. Quickly."
Giving him a weak smile, Relena closed the door and ran for her
private bathroom. Twenty minutes later, she emerged in her bathrobe,
a thick towel wrapped around her wet hair. She was starting for
her closet when her communicator beeped. She frowned; if she answered
it, she was going to be late. But then....only a handful of people
had her private communicator number.
And Heero was one of them.
She sat at her desk and punched up the call. "Heero?",
she said hopefully.
As if the gods were listening to her, his familiar, handsome face
appeared on the screen. "Morning", he greeted her. "Did
I get you at a bad time?"
Relena put a hand to the towel around her head. "I just got
out of the shower."
Heero's eyes flickered hungrily. "You realize I'll be thinking
about that all day now."
"Oh really?", she replied, coyly.
He nodded. "Trust me." Blinking, he tried to focus.
"I just called to remind you to wear your bulletproof vest
today."
Her mood cooled. "Heero...do I really have to?"
"Relena, I'm not going to get into this again. You agreed
to wear it, discussion over."
"But...it's so heavy", she complained. "I feel
like my breasts are being crushed."
He shook his head. "I'd rather you had flat breasts than
a bullet through your heart."
Relena's lower lip protruded. "Isn't there anything I can
say to change your mind?"
"No."
"Fine then." She stood up and reached for the heavy,
metal-lined vest. "Do you want to watch me put it on?"
Before he could reply, she yanked on the ties holding her robe
closed. The silk garment parted, baring her breasts.
Heero's jaw dropped. "Relena..." His body tightened
in reaction. "What are you...doing?"
She pushed the robe off her shoulders, leaving her completely
naked in front of the communicator screen. "What you told
me to do." Relena turned the vest around her hands, studying
it. "It goes on this way...right?"
"Um....yeah", he nodded as she stuck her hands through
the vest's sleeves. She fitted it around her torso, covering her
body again. "No...wait....you've got it on backwards."
He watched as she removed the vest and her breasts came into his
sight again. He smiled until she put it back on. "Damn...I'm
sorry. You had it right the first time. Take it off and try it
again."
Relena gave him a knowing smile. "Enjoying yourself?"
"Immensely", he replied.
With the vest still in her hands, she sat down. Heero's eyes never
left her breasts as they bounced with her every movement. "Heero,
look up for just a minute." His gaze lifted. "I'm glad
you called....even though I'm going to be late now."
His eyes flickered back down to her breasts, then back up to her
face. "I'm glad I called too."
"I was dreaming about you..." Her fingers absentmindedly
touched her throat. As she spoke, they slid down her chest until
she was playing with one peaked nipple. "It was just getting
good when I had a most unwelcome wake up call."
Heero's mouth was dry as he watched her. Right then, he would
have done anything, killed anyone to be in her room. "Funny...I
had a dream about you too."
Relena let her hand drop away from her breast. "I want us
to make love, Heero. And I don't feel like waiting for the ball.
Three days is just too long to wait."
He swallowed. "What are you suggesting?"
"After the speeches today, we have a three hour break before
the meetings begin." She blushed. "I was hoping we could
meet somewhere and..."
"Yes", he interrupted her. "Yes, absolutely."
She smiled. "Find us a quiet place. Quatre and I are seated
next to each other for the speeches; get a message to him and
he'll pass it on to me." She touched her screen as though
it was his face. "I love you, Heero."
He nodded. The words weren't always necessary. One of the things
he loved about Relena was that she didn't need to constantly hear
the words. She could tell just by looking at him. "I'll expect
to have to take that vest off today", he warned her.
Relena groaned. "A promise is a promise. I will wear it,
Heero."
Nodding again, Heero ended the call. He sat at his desk for several
minutes, but the image of Relena's breasts refused to budge. Eventually,
he stopped trying to get it out of his head. There were worse
mental images to be stuck with all day, he supposed.
And one of them popped his head through Heero's office door. Without
waiting to be invited in, Duo stepped into the office, two cups
of coffee in his hands. "I come in peace."
Heero stood up and eyed his friend warily. "Why would you
do that?"
"Cause..." He held out one coffee cup to Heero. "I'm
still your best friend." When Heero didn't reach for the
cup, he sighed. "I promise it's not laced with raspberry
flavoring."
"Oh, I know it's not. Because you know that if you ever do
that again, you will experience pain beyond anything you have
ever known." Heero took the coffee. "I only spared you
last time for Hilde's sake."
"Speaking of Hilde..." Duo sipped his coffee. "I
have to give you snaps for the whole impotancy thing. Even I would
never have thought of that."
Heero raised his cup. "One good turn deserves another."
"Yes it does." There was a pause. "So, how's Relena?"
"Busy. The conference." Heero sniffed his coffee before
taking a hesitant sip.
Duo shook his head. "That's too bad. It's getting kinda close
to Christmas..."
"Yes, about that. I've been thinking....since you're going
to be cutting your hair, why not go all the way and shave it off?
Hilde might like it."
His braided friend laughed and shook a finger at him. "Don't
be too confidant, Yuy. You're running out of time and you know
it." He reached back to touch his hair. "Have you started
thinking about what pair of Relena's underwear you're going to
wear to work? I'd avoid the thongs if I were you."
"Now who's too confidant?" Heero took another sip of
coffee. "We'll see who's laughing by the end of..."
He smiled. "...today."
Duo was instantly on guard. "Why is that? Do you and Relena
have...plans?"
"You must really think I'm stupid, Maxwell." He set
his coffee down. "Say Relena and I did have plans. Do you
honestly think I'd tell you so you could burst in on us and stop
things?"
"You're right", Duo gave in. "My bad. What was
I thinking? It's not like you'd just..." The coffee in Duo's
hand seemed to take on a life of its own. Without warning, it
fell, splattering a wide stain across the carpet. "Oh geez!
I'm such a fucking klutz."
Heero sighed. "Damn it, Duo. How old are you?"
Duo bent down and started rubbing at the stain, succeeding only
in spreading it further and deeper into the cream colored carpet.
"Don't worry...I'll take care of it."
"You're making matters worse." Heero started for the
door. "Stop what you're doing. *I'll* take care of it."
He left the office, heading towards the bathrooms.
A wicked grin spread on Duo's face. Quickly, he reached into his
pocket and pulled out a small, metal device. After checking to
make sure it was working, he went to Heero's desk and attached
it just underneath the wooden surface. He managed to straighten
up and move away from the desk just as Heero came back with a
handful of paper towels.
"Guess I should be more careful in the future", he apologized.
Heero glared at him. "I guess so. Now, is there anything
else in my office you'd like to destroy before you go?"
Duo thought for a moment. "No, not really." His friend
pointed to the door, indicating that he was free to leave. "Fine,
fine. I'm going." He stopped in the doorway, turned and gave
Heero a broad smile. "Have a nice day."
****
Relena fidgeted all throughout the conference's opening speech,
given by the newly elected President of the Earth Space Alliance.
Beside her, Quatre noticed her anxiety. He leaned a bit towards
her. "Is everything all right?", he asked.
She flashed him a smile. "My feet are falling asleep."
"Really? It couldn't have anything to do with what Heero
just told me through the com link?" Quatre laughed softly
at seeing her confusion. He touched his ear and the small device
placed just inside it. "He's telling me..." Quatre paused,
listening. "...that he can't stop thinking about your bulletproof
vest."
Relena hid a wide grin behind her hand. "Can he hear what
I'm saying?"
"Only if you speak up."
She leaned closer to Quatre and brought her lips just up to his
ear. To anyone else, it merely looked like she was telling him
a secret. "Heero", she whispered. "Have you found
us a place yet?"
Quatre blinked. There was a long pause. Finally, he replied. "He
says to meet him in the third floor ballroom as soon as the speeches
are over."
"I'm looking foward to it." She sat back in her seat
and focused on the President's speech.
Taking the device out of his ear, Quatre shook his head, amused.
It looked as though Duo was getting a hair cut.
And Trowa was getting laid.
****
Two floors below, in the basement security headquarters, Duo Maxwell
turned down the volume on his radio link and congratulated himself,
once again, for having had the amazing idea, as well as the technical
smarts, to bug Heero's office.
"So...the third floor ballroom", he mused. "Quiet,
private....a great place to spend some quality time with the one
you love." He reached for his communicator. "And a great
place for assassins to camp out. I had better warn Millardo..."
****
Relena listened to the applause filling the conference hall, a
sign that she hadn't lost her touch when it came to speeches.
She flashed the world leaders a brilliant smile before stepping
down from the podium. Now that the opening speeches were over,
it would be three hours before the meetings began.
She had attended the speeches as a virgin. She was determined
not to attend the meetings as one.
Trowa Barton was waiting for her as she started out of the hall.
"Heero told me to take you directly to the third floor."
"You know, I am capable of walking up a flight of stairs",
she informed him, hands on her hips.
"Of course you are." He gently took her arm and steered
her towards the stairs. "But Heero didn't want anything or
anyone to distract you. I'm here to ensure that nothing will."
She sighed, exasperated, but touched at the same time. This obviously
meant a lot to Heero and it wasn't just the promise of getting
laid. "Thank you, Trowa."
"Really....it's my pleasure." When they emerged from
the stairwell into the empty third floor hallway, Trowa pointed
towards the ballroom. "He's waiting."
Her heart thudded in her chest. She placed a hand over it, feeling
the hard metal of her vest underneath the silk of her blouse.
In a second, Trowa was gone and she was all alone as she walked
towards the ballroom. She let herself in tentatively. The room
was dark.
"Heero?", she called out softly.
The sound of a match being struck. A small, but bright light flared
to life, illuminating part of the room. The man holding the match
lit a candle. "You're right on time."
"Well, Trowa is a very good bodyguard." She closed the
ballroom door.
Heero took a step towards her. "Come here." She walked
foward until she was only a few inches away from him. Before he
touched her, before he even kissed her, he reached behind her
head and undid the thick bun her hair was wrapped in, letting
it spill around her shoulders. She swallowed. "Are you nervous?",
he asked softly.
"A little. But I want this." She cupped his face in
her hands and brought his lips down on hers. The kiss moved from
gentle to ravenous in no time at all. Their tongues met and entwined
as their arms folded around each other. Heero's hands slid up
and down her back. Before she quite knew it, he had pulled her
blouse out of her skirt and was working on the buttons. She helped
him by pulling her arms out of the sleeves.
In return, she tugged his shirt over his head until the only thing
separating them was her bulletproof vest. He reached for the velcro
straps. "You wore it", he murmured between kisses.
"A promise...is a promise", she whispered. There was
a ripping sound as he pulled the vest apart. It dropped to the
floor with a loud, metallic clank.
Heero leaned back to study her bare torso in the candlelight.
Her skin was smooth and pale. Her breasts were perfectly shaped;
their rosy peaks tempted him. "You're beautiful", he
said simply.
Relena's eyes misted. She pulled him back for a kiss; the tips
of her breasts brushed against his muscled chest. She gasped at
the sensation. Heero pulled his lips away from hers and kissed
her jaw, dropping tiny kisses all the way down her throat.
"Heero..." She tilted her head back.
Still kissing her slender neck, he walked her back towards the
candle. A blanket and several cushions were lying on the ballroom
floor. Her heart lept into her throat. This was really going to
happen. She and Heero were going to make love.
Seeming to sense her sudden apprehension, he drew back. "Relena,
tell me now if you want to stop."
"No. No, I don't want to stop. I just..." Relena bit
her lip. "I don't have any sort of..." A blush spread
on her cheeks.
Heero reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out
a small package. "Did you think I wouldn't take care of you?"
She smiled in relief; the Perfect Soldier had thought of everything.
Heero kissed her again and together they knelt onto the waiting
blanket.
Taking a breath, Relena pulled back and shifted her body until
she was lying down. Heero gazed at her for a second before moving
over her, supporting his weight on his elbow. Relena's arms pulled
him down for another kiss. As his tongue explored her mouth, his
hand moved down her body. He worked his fingers under her skirt,
sliding them up her thigh. The silk stocking gave way to bare
flesh. Heero grinned. Nothing was more exciting than a garter
belt.
The skirt was too tight for him to maneuver much underneath it.
He withdrew his hand and reached under her for the zipper. As
he did, his kisses trailed down to her breasts.
Completely without warning, the ballroom door flew open. A bright
shaft of harsh light hit the lovers, shadowed only by the man
who stepped into the room. Heero and Relena's heads instantly
swung over to see the intruder. As soon as Heero realized who
it was, he pulled Relena up and twisted her around so her back
was facing the door.
Millardo Peacecraft had never been so shocked in his entire life
as he was to open the ballroom door and find his sister and Heero
Yuy half-naked and entangled on the floor. His shock gave way
to rage. In his hand was his gun, already drawn and ready to go.
He pointed it straight at the man holding his little sister.
"What the hell is going on here?"
Humiliated, but determined not to show it, Relena laid her head
on Heero's shoulder. Millardo couldn't see her face, but he could
hear the wobble in her voice. "I don't think I need to explain
myself", she replied.
Her brother's eyes widened. After a moment, he began to laugh.
It was a dangerous sound. "You don't think you have to explain
yourself? I find you like this and you don't think you have to
explain yourself??"
Heero's eyes were narrow. He held his girlfriend tighter. "Just
what are you doing here?"
"I recieved an anonymous tip that assassins might have set
up in here. Before I got the Preventers involved, I thought I'd
check it out myself." Millardo shook his head. "You
had better be glad I did, Relena, or this might have been a lot
more embarassing."
She drew in a breath. "I think...the most embarassed person
here is you, Millardo. I have nothing to be ashamed about. Neither
does Heero."
"Relena..."
Her head turned just enough to see him. "I refuse to have
a conversation with someone who is pointing a gun at me."
He lowered his weapon. "Relena, I realize that that you are
twenty years old. And I realize that you're in love. Or at least
that you *think* you are."
Relena's eyes flashed. "Don't you dare condescend to..."
"What I don't think *you* realize is that you are one of
the most important figures in current politics. That is your responsibility,
first and foremost. My god..." He spread his arms. "Can
you imagine if someone else had found you? Another minister or
the President himself? Not to mention some reporter....Relena,
this could have ruined your entire political career!! Would it
really have been worth it?"
"Yes", she whispered into Heero's shoulder.
Millardo apparently didn't hear her. "I expect to see you
downstairs, getting ready for your first meeting in fifteen minutes.
If you care about your career...if you care about me, you'll be
there." He backed up and reached for the door. "Fifteen
minutes."
As soon as he was gone, Relena picked up a cushion and hurtled
it towards the door. Tears of anger and frustration slipped down
her cheeks. "I'm not a politician first and foremost!!",
she screamed. "That's not all I am!!"
Heero drew her towards him. She fought him, but he held on until
she gave up and let herself cry against his shoulder. "I
know it's not all you are."
"It's not fair", she cried. "It's just not fair."
Her sobs began to quiet after several minutes. "Heero...I'm
so sorry."
Swallowing back his disappointment and sexual frustration, Heero
shook his head. "Relena, we have all the time in the world."
*Even though there's only two weeks until Christmas....* "This
can wait."
She gave him a soft, salty kiss. "I don't know why you put
up with me."
"Simple. Because you put up with me." He pulled her
to her feet. "Come on. I'll walk down with you. If you want
me to."
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
As Heero watched her redress, one question ran through his mind,
over and over.
How the hell had Duo done it?
****
TBC