by Haemi Pairings: 6x9 Rating: NC-17 for sex
Warnings: PWP. Lemony goodness ahead!
Spoilers: Makes an oblique reference in a joke to Noin's calendar-marking habit regarding Zechs.
DISCLAIMER: Gundam Wing and Endless Waltz belong to big, rich studios (Sunrise, TV Asahi, Bandai and Sotsu Agency). At any rate, Zechs and Noin aren't mine and I'm just borrowing them for a field trip through my salacious imagination. No profits, so no lawsuits plz.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Third in a GW lemon sextet... Because I thoroughly believe in exploring fetishes.
"Good evening, Noin," Zechs mellow voice greeted her. He relaxed on the white couch in a luxurious white robe, champagne glass in hand, just as if she had not just pounded into the room brandishing a gun.
"Zechs," Noin gasped out. "Are you okay? I heard a loud noise," she continued, eyes efficiently scanning the various corners of the room. To her surprise, a low chuckle came from the couch.
"I take it you've never opened a bottle of champagne before?" Zechs asked, amused and blue eyes twinkling in rare humor.
As the implications of his reply sunk in on Noin, she slowly reddened. "You mean, I came charging over here to save you from a champagne cork?"
Zechs continued to chuckle, until a rather unwilling grin mirrored his on Noin's face. "Well, since you have thoroughly embarrassed me, I suggest you make it up to me somehow."
"How about a glass of the naughty champagne?" Zechs offered as he poured out another flute of the sparkling, golden liquid. "After all, it did cause you to run pell-mell over here in such... interesting attire."
In mid-reach for the champagne, Noin started and looked down at the sheer black lace delicately framing her breasts above the dark satin that caressed down her hips, ending at mid thigh. She could only hope that during her previous exertions, she hadn't exposed the matching silk thong that lay under her lingerie.
Zechs, staring at her lacy neckline, noted with interest that some blushes began in the most intriguing places. His view was interrupted when Noin's hands hastily wrapped her silk robe around herself, tying the sash tightly.
"So tell me, Noin," Zechs murmured after taking a sip. "You never wore anything like that in our Academy days."
Noin, still blushing hotly, grabbed at the glass and gulped down a goodly dose of the semisweet liquid. However, she forgot to account for the carbonation, and wheezed at the burning sensation in her throat. When her eyes stopped watering, she remarked to Zechs wryly as he stood behind her patting her back, "Well, I have only myself to blame for that one." Sheepish smile in place, she turned to face Zechs, but was arrested by the intent look on his face.
"Zechs?" she queried hesitantly, reaching a hand up to stroke the side of his face. She closed her eyes as she felt his large, graceful hands stroke down her back to cup her derriere.
Zechs, blue eyes burning with sexual intent, groaned as he replied with difficulty, "God, the way it feels- the satin, the silk, it just drags my hands down all over you, makes me touch your lushness, bury my hands in you. Myself in you." He put his words to action, running them over Noin's body in luxurious strokes. When he reached her front, he made an impatient sound as he tugged open the sash, exposing a tempting view.
Noin's rich creamy breasts peeked provocatively through the black lace design, a darker shading showing beneath the stiff peaks that raised the delicate materials away from her skin. The rapid rise and fall of Noin's chest created a mesmerizing movement that entranced Zechs, who was running his hands along the slip's hemline.
Sliding his hands underneath, Zechs massaged the sensitive buttocks that quivered and tensed. "Noin," he breathed. "You're just as smooth as the satin you wear..." His voice trailed away as Noin's responding moan thundered through his loins, causing him to grip her closer to him, eliciting more moans as she felt his hardness through the material.
Noin clawed at his robe, opening and pushing it off his shoulders to pool on the floor. She inhaled sharply at the sight of his lean, sculpted body, strong and lithe and thoroughly naked.
"I was going to relax in the tub with the champagne when you came in," Zechs explained at Noin's mute gaze. "A most welcome interruption," he finished as he drew her closer and captured her lips in a deep kiss.
Noin tasted the champagne as their tongues stroked and danced in a sensual medley. Zechs hands slid up her back, under the slip, drawing up the material until they had to briefly separate to toss the silk and satin aside. Noin was left clad in only her arousing scrap of silk thong as Zechs dropped to his knees in front of her.
He uttered yet another groan as he watched the light play off the smooth, beckoning surface of the slim, sexy line of fabric. As one hypnotized, he reached out and rubbed the material, barely hearing Noin gasp in pleasure. Slowly, tantalizingly, he leaned inward, Noin's musk wafting around him, and rubbed his cheek up and down her mound.
"Oh God, Zechs," Noin whispered as she wound her fingers through the long strands of hair.
Zechs continued to nuzzle Noin, lipping and mouthing the fabric until it was wet with her desire. Swiftly, he hooked his fingers in the ties resting on her hips and tugged, leaving Noin completely exposed.
Noin screamed soundlessly as a long finger inserted itself in her folds, plunging and plundering as Zechs' thumb delicately manipulated her throbbing bud. "Yes, yes, yes," she chanted in cadence to the glorious rhythm inside her, all but insensible to the outside world as Zechs slowly laid her on the plush carpet.
"Smooth, so smooth," Zechs said under his breath as his tongue followed the dance set by his fingers. When Noin shortly arched up in ecstasy, limbs trembling in climax, Zechs ran his tongue up the smooth surface of her stomach, up to the creamy breasts that had so intrigued him earlier.
Zechs laved his tongue around the rosy crests, marveling at the texture before suckling gently on them. Spurred on by Noin's pants and whimpers, he reared back to rest his weight on his hands to watch Noin's face as he gently, leisurely entered her warmth. His breath hissed out in satisfaction as the sensation of tight, wet, smoothness gloved him.
Then all thoughts of pacing flew out of his head as Noin's hands raked down his back and he heard her voice urging him faster, harder, deeper, more, until he exploded with the sensation of stars in his vision as Noin rippled below him with a final cry of ecstasy.
Heaving for breath, Zechs barely managed to miss Noin when he collapsed on the carpet. Rolling over to his side, he tucked her up against him, spooning as waves of blissful afterglow melted into exhaustion. As he drifted off, he heard Noin's sleepy voice saying, "It's been five months and three days, Zechs- but damn, it was worth the wait."
Zechs smiled as he held Noin even closer before finally succumbing to dreams that would feature the possibilities offered by the nighttime wardrobe of a very sexy best friend and lover.
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