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Thanx to Kendra for writing this pair for me as a pick me up for the crappy weeks I've been having. Also her first time writing Trowa in a het situation so be gentle to her with the feedbacks.
Title: Slave
Warnings: PWP Lemon with a tinge of angst, NC-17, don't look if you are not 18. Tinges of BDSM.
Pairing: 11x3 then 3x11
Notes: can be considered slightly AU. I prefer to think of Trowa as being 17, older than the other pilots. Based off of Beck's avatar pic. Une can be considered OOC but I feel like her Colonel Une guise would rather take control. ^_^
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Lunar Base
He sat on the bench in his cell, his eyes half-closed. His compatriot was held in another room, to keep the two pilots from collaborating on escaping. He felt like it was a waste of time, 01 had no intentions of taking him along to wherever he went if he escaped. Anyway, tactically, it was a good idea to stay in the Lunar Base for a little longer. Here, he could figure out and master the new mobile suits they were making as well as letting the scientists work on his gundam.
He closed his eyes as to go to sleep but that was for naught because his cell was unlocked and two OZ soldiers stepped in. The one holding the keys barked, "Colonel Une wants to see you immediately!"
However, neither of the soldiers made a move to touch him. Trowa guessed that they were sort of scared of him or something. He stood up and allowed the soldiers to grab him and escort him out of the cell. The one without the keys said, "Colonel Une wants you in her office!"
The one with the keys smirked and said, "Colonel Une is very angry tonight. I would feel sorry for him if he wasn't a gundam pilot."
Trowa ignored the comments; he knew that if he wanted to, he could easily take his guards and escape. But this was not the time for that.
Shortly they made their way to Colonel Une's office. The first soldier knocked on the door and said, "He is here."
Colonel Une told them, "Come in."
Trowa's eyes scanned the room as he came in. Something felt slightly different in the room but he wasn't sure what. He looked at the Colonel. She looked the same, her hair was up in those same buns, her uniform was clean and pressed but there was an air of expectancy to her motions.
She barked to the soldiers, "Leave us," before turning around and rummaging through her desk. She did not say anything, but Trowa took the seat in front of her desk. His eyes widened a little when he saw that she took out a piece of rope and a blindfold. Colonel Une made a face and then put the blindfold back in the desk.
Trowa leaned back into the chair, fully content to let Colonel Une tell him what this was about when she wanted to. However, Trowa was surprised when Colonel Une took the rope and tied his hands behind the chair. He knew he should have resisted but something inside told him not to. After tying his hands behind the chair, Colonel Une smirked. Then she inwardly winced, thinking,
'He will never forgive me.'
Colonel Une then shook her head, she would not think of that now. Treize had not been faithful to her so she could enjoy herself with this. She had noticed him, his composure and his maturity when he was first captured. She wanted him there and now. He was younger than her but definitely a man unlike the other pilot who was still somewhat in childhood. Colonel Une smiled then whispered, "I've always wanted to see how you would be like in bed. Too bad I can't have you in my bed."
Trowa stared at her, waiting for her to finish her thought. Colonel Une obliged him, saying, "You are my slave tonight," before loosening the buttons on her OZ dress coat. She was naked underneath it but she did not take off the dress coat to Trowa's dissatisfaction as she stripped off her boots and dress pants. Trowa idly looked over Une's body and smiled in appreciation.
That sentiment was short lived when Une climbed into his lap and took his lips with her own. She led, her left hand wrapping behind Trowa's head while her right hand started to unbutton his shirt. She felt the beginnings of his arousal through his pants as his tongue entered her mouth.
Une inwardly smiled, Trowa Barton was not going to let her take control easily.
She ended the kiss, idly sitting in his lap while raking her fingers through the sparse hair on his chest. She thought, and then decided not to take off his shirt; instead, she opened his fly, satisfied by the peeking of his hardness out through his boxers. Une sighed, too bad his hands were tied up, she would have had the pleasure of seeing him strip. She eased herself off of his lap and slid his pants and boxers off with his help while Trowa kicked off his shoes.
After that, Une just looked at him. He was the most beautiful man that she had ever seen, even more beautiful than Treize. Her eyes blanked, she told herself that she would not think of him at all. Then the wetness between her legs brought her thoughts back to other things.
Trowa inwardly frowned; he knew that she was thinking of Treize. Then Trowa smirked a little. The more she allowed herself to get distracted, the more he could work on getting free.
Une composed herself and went back to her task. She sank to her knees as Trowa opened his legs. She had a sense of trepidation like her plan to seduce Trowa was not exactly going her way. However, that was okay as she saw her prize. He was hard, long and all hers. Une smiled as she trailed a finger up and down his manhood, her eyes noting the rise and fall of his chest. She said, "I wonder how soon you will be begging for me to release you," as her fingers grasped him and started to stroke up and down. Trowa lay back in the chair, his mind focusing on Une's fingers as they caressed his manhood. Then his mind went blank as her mouth replaced her fingers.
Une could feel herself getting wetter as she loved him with her mouth. As a shudder went through Trowa's body, she could feel him starting to come but she wasn't going to make it that easy for him. She stopped what she was doing and released him from her mouth. Moving back until she was resting on her heels, she closed her eyes for a minute. Little did she know that Trowa was free from his bonds till she found herself on her back on the floor, Trowa's mouth claiming hers. His teenage body taut over hers and there with it, he held passion, smugness and a tinge of need and anger radiating from him.
As his tongue delved into her mouth, Trowa's right hand pushed Une's OZ coat off before joining his left hand in wrapping her legs around his waist. Trowa ended the kiss and looked hard into her eyes before entering her. Une gasped, it felt good but she didn't want it to go this way. In a simple movement, Une had Trowa resting on his back, a surprised yet cool look on his face. Une nipped his neck as her body lowered itself on his manhood. She rode him, her hands keeping his arms to the side so he couldn't do anything but moan. They came together, as Une whispered Trowa's name.
Afterwards, Une quietly moved off of Trowa, noting that her hair had come out of its buns. Trowa laid on the floor as he watched Une dress. As Une finished dressing, Trowa said, "Next time, it will not be like that at all. Think of that the next time you are with Treize Khushrenada."
Une glared at Trowa while he took his time to dress and then left without her permission.
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AC 197
She gasped as she felt his weight shift on the bed. She was handcuffed to the bed and Trowa seemed like he was everywhere. Her eyes were blindfolded; all she could do was feel. Anne could tell that he was between her legs but it seemed like he was touching her everywhere. It was weird but also thrilling to have this loss of control.
She began to buck against the restraint as Trowa's fingers stroked her center. She could feel his smirk as he manipulated her body to give her intense pleasure. Anne moaned as she felt him hungrily kiss her neck, not long after, Trowa sensuously whispered, "Come for me Anne, just like that."
Automatically, Une began to buck hard, her orgasm coming over her in waves as Trowa's fingers kept busy.
The mistress had now become the slave.
And while I think of it, in case anyone missed out on the previous 3x11 fics I posted or that was written, you can find them listed in the links below::
No Regrets
How the best memories are made by Anna, a side beginning fic to my No Regrets.
Title: Slave
Warnings: PWP Lemon with a tinge of angst, NC-17, don't look if you are not 18. Tinges of BDSM.
Pairing: 11x3 then 3x11
Notes: can be considered slightly AU. I prefer to think of Trowa as being 17, older than the other pilots. Based off of Beck's avatar pic. Une can be considered OOC but I feel like her Colonel Une guise would rather take control. ^_^
~*~*~
Lunar Base
He sat on the bench in his cell, his eyes half-closed. His compatriot was held in another room, to keep the two pilots from collaborating on escaping. He felt like it was a waste of time, 01 had no intentions of taking him along to wherever he went if he escaped. Anyway, tactically, it was a good idea to stay in the Lunar Base for a little longer. Here, he could figure out and master the new mobile suits they were making as well as letting the scientists work on his gundam.
He closed his eyes as to go to sleep but that was for naught because his cell was unlocked and two OZ soldiers stepped in. The one holding the keys barked, "Colonel Une wants to see you immediately!"
However, neither of the soldiers made a move to touch him. Trowa guessed that they were sort of scared of him or something. He stood up and allowed the soldiers to grab him and escort him out of the cell. The one without the keys said, "Colonel Une wants you in her office!"
The one with the keys smirked and said, "Colonel Une is very angry tonight. I would feel sorry for him if he wasn't a gundam pilot."
Trowa ignored the comments; he knew that if he wanted to, he could easily take his guards and escape. But this was not the time for that.
Shortly they made their way to Colonel Une's office. The first soldier knocked on the door and said, "He is here."
Colonel Une told them, "Come in."
Trowa's eyes scanned the room as he came in. Something felt slightly different in the room but he wasn't sure what. He looked at the Colonel. She looked the same, her hair was up in those same buns, her uniform was clean and pressed but there was an air of expectancy to her motions.
She barked to the soldiers, "Leave us," before turning around and rummaging through her desk. She did not say anything, but Trowa took the seat in front of her desk. His eyes widened a little when he saw that she took out a piece of rope and a blindfold. Colonel Une made a face and then put the blindfold back in the desk.
Trowa leaned back into the chair, fully content to let Colonel Une tell him what this was about when she wanted to. However, Trowa was surprised when Colonel Une took the rope and tied his hands behind the chair. He knew he should have resisted but something inside told him not to. After tying his hands behind the chair, Colonel Une smirked. Then she inwardly winced, thinking,
'He will never forgive me.'
Colonel Une then shook her head, she would not think of that now. Treize had not been faithful to her so she could enjoy herself with this. She had noticed him, his composure and his maturity when he was first captured. She wanted him there and now. He was younger than her but definitely a man unlike the other pilot who was still somewhat in childhood. Colonel Une smiled then whispered, "I've always wanted to see how you would be like in bed. Too bad I can't have you in my bed."
Trowa stared at her, waiting for her to finish her thought. Colonel Une obliged him, saying, "You are my slave tonight," before loosening the buttons on her OZ dress coat. She was naked underneath it but she did not take off the dress coat to Trowa's dissatisfaction as she stripped off her boots and dress pants. Trowa idly looked over Une's body and smiled in appreciation.
That sentiment was short lived when Une climbed into his lap and took his lips with her own. She led, her left hand wrapping behind Trowa's head while her right hand started to unbutton his shirt. She felt the beginnings of his arousal through his pants as his tongue entered her mouth.
Une inwardly smiled, Trowa Barton was not going to let her take control easily.
She ended the kiss, idly sitting in his lap while raking her fingers through the sparse hair on his chest. She thought, and then decided not to take off his shirt; instead, she opened his fly, satisfied by the peeking of his hardness out through his boxers. Une sighed, too bad his hands were tied up, she would have had the pleasure of seeing him strip. She eased herself off of his lap and slid his pants and boxers off with his help while Trowa kicked off his shoes.
After that, Une just looked at him. He was the most beautiful man that she had ever seen, even more beautiful than Treize. Her eyes blanked, she told herself that she would not think of him at all. Then the wetness between her legs brought her thoughts back to other things.
Trowa inwardly frowned; he knew that she was thinking of Treize. Then Trowa smirked a little. The more she allowed herself to get distracted, the more he could work on getting free.
Une composed herself and went back to her task. She sank to her knees as Trowa opened his legs. She had a sense of trepidation like her plan to seduce Trowa was not exactly going her way. However, that was okay as she saw her prize. He was hard, long and all hers. Une smiled as she trailed a finger up and down his manhood, her eyes noting the rise and fall of his chest. She said, "I wonder how soon you will be begging for me to release you," as her fingers grasped him and started to stroke up and down. Trowa lay back in the chair, his mind focusing on Une's fingers as they caressed his manhood. Then his mind went blank as her mouth replaced her fingers.
Une could feel herself getting wetter as she loved him with her mouth. As a shudder went through Trowa's body, she could feel him starting to come but she wasn't going to make it that easy for him. She stopped what she was doing and released him from her mouth. Moving back until she was resting on her heels, she closed her eyes for a minute. Little did she know that Trowa was free from his bonds till she found herself on her back on the floor, Trowa's mouth claiming hers. His teenage body taut over hers and there with it, he held passion, smugness and a tinge of need and anger radiating from him.
As his tongue delved into her mouth, Trowa's right hand pushed Une's OZ coat off before joining his left hand in wrapping her legs around his waist. Trowa ended the kiss and looked hard into her eyes before entering her. Une gasped, it felt good but she didn't want it to go this way. In a simple movement, Une had Trowa resting on his back, a surprised yet cool look on his face. Une nipped his neck as her body lowered itself on his manhood. She rode him, her hands keeping his arms to the side so he couldn't do anything but moan. They came together, as Une whispered Trowa's name.
Afterwards, Une quietly moved off of Trowa, noting that her hair had come out of its buns. Trowa laid on the floor as he watched Une dress. As Une finished dressing, Trowa said, "Next time, it will not be like that at all. Think of that the next time you are with Treize Khushrenada."
Une glared at Trowa while he took his time to dress and then left without her permission.
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AC 197
She gasped as she felt his weight shift on the bed. She was handcuffed to the bed and Trowa seemed like he was everywhere. Her eyes were blindfolded; all she could do was feel. Anne could tell that he was between her legs but it seemed like he was touching her everywhere. It was weird but also thrilling to have this loss of control.
She began to buck against the restraint as Trowa's fingers stroked her center. She could feel his smirk as he manipulated her body to give her intense pleasure. Anne moaned as she felt him hungrily kiss her neck, not long after, Trowa sensuously whispered, "Come for me Anne, just like that."
Automatically, Une began to buck hard, her orgasm coming over her in waves as Trowa's fingers kept busy.
The mistress had now become the slave.
And while I think of it, in case anyone missed out on the previous 3x11 fics I posted or that was written, you can find them listed in the links below::
No Regrets
How the best memories are made by Anna, a side beginning fic to my No Regrets.
