Object: New (1/1) (1xR)
by Haemi
Pairings: 1xr
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Warnings: PWP, possible OOC?
Spoilers: none
DISCLAIMER: don't own Gundam Wing or Endless Waltz. Am writing this for my own prurient enjoyment, not for profits. J
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Possibly the first in a series of sexual romps in the GW Universe. Depends on feedback, I guess.
It was supposed to be a big secret, her fetish. It looks like it came straight out of my more… indiscreet fantasies, Relena thought.
The newly-installed elevator was lined with crimson red carpeting, lined with reflective glass, and lighted by a mini chandelier. Relena, tempted to indulge beyond the boundaries of her normal constraints, stepped into the spacious compartment. What the heck, she slipped off her shoes and moaned as the plush red carpet caressed her aching stockinged feet. In for a penny, as the old saying goes. Snapping open her eyes with resolution, she pushed the stop command and watched the screen flash "ELEVATOR STOPPED" after the doors finished gliding—gliding!—shut.
Turning to lean against the solid brass doors, she lowered her lids half shut and gazed at her reflection. She smirked, a slow- spreading half-leer that looked strangely wanton on the normally prim girl's countenance. "So, what's a guy like you doing in a place like this?" she murmured sensually to an unseen partner. "Waiting to fuck my brains out?" She pouted, an expression that caused an immediate jolt of lust to the man who sat in a hidden room fifty feet away, watching the security camera footage. The jolt turned into a near- painful surge as he heard the next words out of that pink, rosebud mouth.
"Why are you waiting? Come and fuck me—or rather, fuck me and come." At this, the hidden man bolted up out of his seat, grabbed a small box off his desk, and pelted down the hallway. He punched in some numbers rapidly on the digital screen outside two brass doors, barely acknowledging the green light and the flashing "CODE ACCEPTED. OVERRIDE ENGAGED." His attention was focused on the young woman who now tilted her head curiously at him.
"Heero? Is everything all right?" the same woman inquired, opening her wide eyes innocently.
"Don't," was the terse response as Heero strode in and caught Relena's arm. Another limpid gaze was his response. "Don't," he repeated, jerking her closer. "Don't play with me."
Relena smiled—slowly, sensuously, sending a quiver up his back that had his buttocks clenching in reaction. "I'm not sure what you mean," she crooned, delicately running the tip of her forefinger over his collarbone. "After all, neither of us is quite dressed for play."
Her only warning was a growl as she was lifted up by her hips and rammed into the mirrored wall. He ran his hands down the sides of her legs and hiked her skirt up, grinding his lower body into hers to maintain leverage. "You're not the soldier here, Relena. I'm going to win this battle," he gripped the collar of her blouse and ripped it open. Gazing at the unbound, creamy breasts and feeling the dampness soaking through his pants, he continued, "I'll win even when you cheat by not wearing underwear."
Relena's response was a half-moan, half-groan as she felt the slick surface of spandex throbbing against her sensitized flesh, "Please…" She arched her back, offering her pale breasts to Heero, who dipped his head and slowly suckled a coral peak into his mouth. Relena's head twisted wildly from side to side as Heero's hands wandered in opposite directions; his left toyed with her other nipple and his right peeled his shorts up and over his jutting hardness.
Relena's whimpered shakily as Heero switched his mouth to her other breast and glided his shaft against her folds. "In, inside me," she breathed. Heero just pulsed against her, rubbing but not penetrating. Relena grew more frustrated. "In me, please!" she cried, beating her hands against his leanly muscled shoulders. Heero finally lifted his head from her chest, giving the rosy crest one last swirl of the tongue before gazing intensely at Relena's passion- darkened eyes. "Say it," he commanded, lifting her hips so that he rested tantalizingly, teasingly at the front of her wetness. "Say it, Relena."
"Please," she whimpered. "Fuck me."
As soon as the two words left her mouth, Heero surged into her, tearing a cry of ecstasy from her lips. He battered relentlessly, sweat beading on his forehead, keening cries ripping from her throat, amidst the sound of flesh slapping together in a hard, fast rhythm. The tempo quickly increased, and Heero's thrusts were quicker and quicker until Relena screamed loudly. Feeling her inner walls clench and ripple around him like a wet, warm vise, Heero came with a harsh, guttural shout and emptied in one long, hot, glorious rush, his back muscles spasming as his rocking motion slowed and then ceased.
The only sound in the elevator for a few minutes was his heavy breathing and her languid sighs. Relena's legs slid down, shifting the angle so Heero slipped out. "How did you know?" she murmured. "I've never told anyone about my elevator fetish." Heero smirked. "I hacked into your diary."
"You what?" Relena's eyes widened in outrage. Placing a hand over her spluttering mouth, Heero dropped a chaste kiss on her forehead. "Don't worry. I only looked at the ones that mentioned sex. So what's this about public places?"
A resounding smack later, the elevator was filled with the rare sound of Heero's laughter as he rubbed his reddening arm.
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