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Nothing new really for the most part. Get to pick up mom's package at the post office in the morning and then later tomorrow night is the X-mas dinner at the fire dept.
Something I did notice when I checked Adult Swim's site out last night is that they changed the line up for Sat nights and Inu Yasha will continue to be back to back eps.
I'll post these fics and then get back to work on finishing up Rhina's email.
Part 7 is done by Ancient Lady. As for pairings and such check the older entries I made for this fic. Keep in mind this is the GW/WK crossover comedy.
Ken bent over the paper, pen poised and ready. "I have absolutely no idea what to say."
Heero leaned against the counter. His fingers tapped a staccato rhythm. "Just invite her back for a week to 'talk', and sign it with Ran's name."
Ken dropped the pen and raked a hand back through his hair. He half-turned in his chair to look at Heero. Ken decided that he was entirely too relaxed, considering the situation. "Do you *really* think that would convince her to come back? We have to put in some mushy stuff."
"I've seen Ran. He doesn't look like the 'mushy' type. In fact, I'd hazard a guess that if he actually were writing it, he'd say, 'I need to talk to you. Could you come to Japan for a week? I'm enclosing tickets.'"
That, actually, sounded entirely too possible. Good thing he wasn't the one writing the letter. "Guys are supposed to get mushy when they fall in love."
"God, I hope not."
They labored over wording that was sufficiently warm to lure Sakura, and yet sounded *something* like Ran. Heero was ruthless, but Ken made sure they didn't make any promises on Ran's behalf. The letter was rife with possiblities, but then, reasoned Ken, so was Ran and Sakura's relationship if one could pen them up in each other's vicinity for a while.
Two hours and half a page later, the letter was sealed and Heero had found Sakura's address in a database Ken was sure he didn't legally have access to. He was handy to have around with Omi so wrapped up in preparing for his exams he was incommunicado. Omi called it a "sabbatical".
They split the postage and headed back to Heero's apartment to plot. Ken was staring down at the notebook in his hands, so when Heero stopped short, Ken plowed into his back.
Standing in front of the building was the blonde he'd seen before. The girl Heero was pretending not to moon over. And she was *dressed*.
His first impression yesterday was that she was attractive and elegant and a little conservative. That impression was blown away.
She stood on the sidewalk, her friend hovering nearby with anticipation broadcasting from every fidget. The dress was deep blue. A conservative color that just managed to hold the dress inside the bounds of elegance. Ken had listened to Yohji long enough to know it was a masterful stroke.
The dress clung to every curve, fine as mist and translucent in every nonessential area. It flared just above the spot where the hem brushed her thighs. Just north of mid thigh. Ken's gaze didn't make it down her legs.
The vision - all vision - was cut off when Heero's hand clamped across his eyes. His hearing was fine, though, and the husky way Heero whispered, "Relena" communicated volumes.
Part 8 by blackrose. Warnings: lime
Heero tried to swallow against the hard lump in his throat, but ended up coughing instead. Relena turned around, her flared skirt swaying slightly and languidly grazing her thigh in a suggestive manner. Well, at least it suggested things to Heero. He saw her eyebrows knit together slightly as she parted very lusciously painted lips. He wondered what they tasted like.
"Heero, why do you have Ken in a head lock?"
'Ken who?' Heero blinked, then realized he still had his hand clamped over Ken's eyes. He glanced at his friend choosing quickly to spin them both around to where they faced the street. He removed his makeshift blindfold.
Ken shot him a scathing look. "Geez, I guess you're the possessive type."
"Don't make me kill you. I already have to hunt down any male who might have seen her on the way over."
"Ooookaaaay. So, how about I make myself scarce tonight and come over tomorrow, kinda late, somewhere around ten o'clock?"
Heero didn't seem to be paying attention; he had turned away from his friend and was practically hypnotized by the woman before him.
"Make that noon," he said to himself and walked off grumbling something that sounded like: 'And he said men didn't turn mushy when they fell in love. Ha!'
Hilde giggled at the expression on Heero's face. "Oh yeah, you've got his attention now. You just have to reel him in. I'll get out of your way."
"No! Hilde, I…."
"You'll be fine. I bet Heero will take good care of you," she said with a wink.
"But, I feel so…exposed, so naked! Please, what…"
"Relena, relax. It's Heero, the man you love and trust. There's no need to get all worked up over this. Just have a good time and let things go where they go. We've set things in motion, I guarantee nature's going to run its course."
"Relax. Right."
"You might want to go pick his jaw up off the floor, and help him inside. Otherwise, he may continue to drool all over the ground outside."
Relena giggled. "I think I can manage that. Thanks Hilde."
"Anytime! See ya. Call me when you get home – tomorrow."
He felt soft fingers take his hand, and draw him towards her. This had to be one of those dreams. Relena, the real Relena, was angry with him and didn't wear dresses like this. A sinful thought crossed his mind, causing the right corner of his mouth to tuck up into a wicked grin. 'I'll just have to take it off her, then.'
* * * *
Across town, Zechs fidgeted with his napkin, folding it and refolding it in his lap.
Noin shot him a cross look. "What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing," he said automatically, his mind not on the fancy Italian restaurant or the expensive menu on the table. His sister had been far too close to kissing Yuy the afternoon before, and that…that unfit man had definitely had the wrong intentions glinting in his eyes. To make matters worse, his sister had come home from the mall with several packages from a store he knew she should not be shopping in, and Hilde's eyes were glowing with mischief.
Relena was planning something, and it had to do with that boy, and her brother felt powerless to stop it. He needed to be at home, spying on her, finger poised on the redial button, ready to interrupt as soon as things started moving in that direction. He'd be damned if he let Yuy lay one finger, much less one lip, on his sister.
"And then I was going to pack your bags and put you on a one way trip to France." His wife's sentence cut through his preoccupied fog.
"Very funny."
"Just wanted to see if you were listening. You look like your miles away. Are you going to tell me what's wrong, or am I going to have to beat it out of you?"
"Hn. Oh, beating it out of me sounds good." He gave her his best sexy look.
She didn't buy it. "Pervert."
"You like me that way."
Noin rolled her eyes. A new thought occurred to him. Perhaps Relena had confided in Noin what she was up to – girl's shared those kinds of things…. "Noin, I hate to ask you, but…."
"It's about Relena. Yeah yeah, I know. But she loves him, Zechs."
"She doesn't know that, she's been fixated on him for years. She's never even tried dating anyone else."
"Sometimes you don't need to date other men to know you love the one who's right in front of you. She hasn't been fixated on him, she's been in love with him."
"She was only fifteen! It's impossible!"
"She's twenty, now, and it is possible."
"He's no good for her."
"That's not your decision."
"The hell it's not!"
"Zechs, she's an adult, and she's in love. You'd better learn to accept it, cause you can't keep them apart forever."
"Hn." 'Watch me. I can, and I will.'
* * * *
Forget the swimsuit, he had never seen Relena look more gorgeous or downright sexy in his entire life. If it was a dream, he hoped he would never wake up. Those perfect, glossy lips parted again, and he heard her voice float into his consciousness.
"I didn't know if you would want to go out to dinner, or perhaps order in. I, uh, took the liberty of renting a movie we could watch, but I also brought a paper if there's one you'd like to see at the theater. I hope you don't think me forward for asking you
out on a date, Heero, but…."
He swallowed. 'Forward?' If this was forward, he liked it, and hoped she would be forward with him all the time. He blinked and focused on her heavily made up face. 'Why is she wearing so much makeup?' He wondered. Her features were more pronounced, looking
like an airbrushed piece of artwork: sooty lashes, long and thick framed her light blue eyes, a dark wine color accented her cheekbones, but the lips were hypnotic…deep red with a glassy perfection that he thought might actually reflect his image if he stared at them the right way. It brought to mind alternating thoughts of not wanting to ruin their flawless appearance, and wanting to dive in and have it smeared all over his body. They parted again, and a soft pink tongue darted out to lick the inside edge. His pants were getting tighter by the second.
"Heero?"
He blinked again, then frowned. "Hn."
"I asked you if you wanted to go out…." Her voice trailed off at his expression.
"Definitely not."
"Oh." She glanced down at the floor, but then he forcibly grabbed her arm, startling her eyes back to his pinched face.
"You're not going anywhere that someone else can see you in that…that…"
Her eyebrows went up into a pleading expression as he took a menacing step towards her. She tried to back away, but was held in check by his grip on her arm. "You…you don't like my dress?"
He took another step towards her. "What?"
She stepped backwards, again. "I bought it because, I thought…well, I thought…" She twisted her arm in his grasp, and continued to back up. She felt her heels tap against the baseboards and realized she had nowhere else to go.
"Oh, I like it." His lips twisted into a smirk. "You just shouldn't let anyone else see you in it." He narrowed his eyes. "They could get the wrong ideas."
"The wrong ideas about what?"
"About you."
Her eyes went wide. "About me? What do you mean?"
He bent his head to where his lips were just inches away from her ear, his hot breath caressing a susceptible lobe. "They might think they have a chance. I'd have to kill any of them that thought about touching you," he said in a low, husky voice that made her knees wobble and turn to mush. But now she knew what game he was playing.
Relena smiled and glanced up at him through heavy eyelids. "Hmmm…you're right, that is a problem."
"See? So we should definitely not go out tonight. We should stay here, where it's…safe." His eyes glinted dangerously in the dim light of his apartment.
She raised her chin and met his gaze. "Judging from the look in your eye, Mr. Yuy, I don't think I'm going to be safe here, either."
"You're right, but you like this kind of danger." He sent her a wolfish grin.
She trembled, and wanted to step back again, but she was trapped."And what kind of danger is that?"
"This kind…." He seized her mouth in a rough kiss, pressing her back against the wall, and wasting no time in deciding where to put his hands. His left one traveled up her leg to just above the hemline of her skirt; his right one slid down the side of her body, grazing the curve of her breast. She gasped at the contact, leaving her mouth prone to the assault of his tongue. Her eyes flew open as his tongue thrust inside, stroking hers in an erotic rhythm.
Their gazes locked for a moment; his usual cold blue stare had turned to smoldering embers. He had her pinned against the wall, his hands firmly, but tenderly branding their memory into her flesh and mind. Hilde's advice echoed in her ears: 'It's Heero, the man you love and trust…Just relax…'
She closed her eyes, and leaned into him, dimly feeling her right leg being lifted to his waist as his hand traveled farther up to her rear. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his mouth left hers, trailing and sucking a blazing path to her collarbone. She
felt her whole body flush and tingle – a searing ache settling into her stomach as she felt something hard press against her center. Even through the thick denim of his jeans, she could tell he was aroused.
"Relena…." He ground his hips into hers and bit her neck, lust and desire pushing him beyond the limits of his usual cautious self-control. He needed her naked, now, and the thought to just rip the dress and undergarments from her body surfaced to the top of his haze-filled mind.
And so did the sound of a phone.
He broke the kiss, keeping her pinned where she was; he started to pull the dress down over her shoulders. She looked up at his red smeared face, his brows knit together in dangerous concentration. "I want this off," he rasped, completely ignoring the faint jingling from somewhere behind him.
"I…is that your phone or mine?" She asked dazedly as Heero continued to pull at the silky fabric.
"Not mine…Relena, I'll rip it off if I have to. I want…."
"I have to answer that."
"No, you don't." He fought to keep her where she was, but that meant he had to stop his attempts to remove her dress.
"Heero, please," she whispered, and escaped his kiss, sliding down the wall to duck under his legs. As she grazed his pelvic area, he let out a low groan. "Relena…."
She took the few steps over to the couch, and pulled her phone from her purse. Glancing at the digital panel, she sighed heavily and answered it. "Hello?"
But Heero already knew who it was.
"Oh, it's you. I had been hoping it was Noin. How did your anniversary dinner go? I'm at Heero's apartment, we were going to watch a movie." There was a short pause before she spoke again.
"Why don't you forget about that report and have a good time with your wife on your anniversary?" She crossed an arm against her chest, her usually serene face hardening into a dark scowl. "No. No, I don't. Brother! I do not need a lecture on responsibility, I'm twenty years old…Arrrrgh! Fine! I mean, why should I be allowed to have a life? After all, I'm just supposed to be this asexual political type that lives for my work. Goodbye!"
She stabbed a button on the device and threw it into the couch cushion. The phone rang again. Relena snatched it up and turned it off.
'Damn,' he thought, trying to ignore the throbbing sensation in his groin. If only she had turned it off the first time. She sat very still on his couch; he just watched her. The makeup she had so carefully applied, he had done a wonderful job of smearing it everywhere. He licked his lips and tasted the sticky sweetness of her lip-gloss, realizing he probably had it all over his face as well. He moved towards the kitchen to get a washcloth.
He splashed his face with cold water and used the rag to remove the last traces of Relena's makeup from his face. He dampened a second cloth and brought it to her, sinking down on the couch where she remained motionless, and staring off into space at nothing. Ignoring the traitorous protests of his body, he refrained from touching her as he extended the washcloth into her line of vision.
Absently, she plucked it from his hand. "I'm sorry," she said, her eyes falling to her lap.
"The bathroom is just down the hall. Get cleaned up and I'll drive you home."
"Heero, I…."
"Relena, it's not your fault. We have time; I can wait." He took a deep breath and tried to calm the angry sea of frustration, desire, and a deep-seated hatred that boiled in his stomach. He spoke as tenderly as possible, considering his mind was preoccupied with conjuring up images of killing Zechs – as slowly and painfully as humanly possible. "Zechs is right, you shouldn't put off work that needs to be done." He reached a hand out to tangle in her hair.
She looked up at him, his eyes glowing with understanding and love, but knowing that the bulge in his jeans was not quite as forgiving. "Then how about Friday night?"
He blinked. This was definitely unexpected. Almost as unexpected as seeing her at his apartment, clad in this fantastically sexy dress. He answered slowly, carefully, his mind considering and weighing all the options. Friday was two days away. He had time to
sweep her room, clothing and jewelry for the bugs he knew Zechs had planted somewhere in her things – tearing up his sister emotionally in order to get back at an old enemy. "On one condition – you don't bring your phone."
She ventured a small smile up at him. "I promise. What time do you want me to come?"
He felt his heart drop into his stomach and knew he had spent too much time around Duo and Yohji. A wicked grin crossed his face as Relena's eyes went wide as saucers. "About 7:30, so be here at seven."
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Thats it till the next time ^__^
Something I did notice when I checked Adult Swim's site out last night is that they changed the line up for Sat nights and Inu Yasha will continue to be back to back eps.
I'll post these fics and then get back to work on finishing up Rhina's email.
Part 7 is done by Ancient Lady. As for pairings and such check the older entries I made for this fic. Keep in mind this is the GW/WK crossover comedy.
Ken bent over the paper, pen poised and ready. "I have absolutely no idea what to say."
Heero leaned against the counter. His fingers tapped a staccato rhythm. "Just invite her back for a week to 'talk', and sign it with Ran's name."
Ken dropped the pen and raked a hand back through his hair. He half-turned in his chair to look at Heero. Ken decided that he was entirely too relaxed, considering the situation. "Do you *really* think that would convince her to come back? We have to put in some mushy stuff."
"I've seen Ran. He doesn't look like the 'mushy' type. In fact, I'd hazard a guess that if he actually were writing it, he'd say, 'I need to talk to you. Could you come to Japan for a week? I'm enclosing tickets.'"
That, actually, sounded entirely too possible. Good thing he wasn't the one writing the letter. "Guys are supposed to get mushy when they fall in love."
"God, I hope not."
They labored over wording that was sufficiently warm to lure Sakura, and yet sounded *something* like Ran. Heero was ruthless, but Ken made sure they didn't make any promises on Ran's behalf. The letter was rife with possiblities, but then, reasoned Ken, so was Ran and Sakura's relationship if one could pen them up in each other's vicinity for a while.
Two hours and half a page later, the letter was sealed and Heero had found Sakura's address in a database Ken was sure he didn't legally have access to. He was handy to have around with Omi so wrapped up in preparing for his exams he was incommunicado. Omi called it a "sabbatical".
They split the postage and headed back to Heero's apartment to plot. Ken was staring down at the notebook in his hands, so when Heero stopped short, Ken plowed into his back.
Standing in front of the building was the blonde he'd seen before. The girl Heero was pretending not to moon over. And she was *dressed*.
His first impression yesterday was that she was attractive and elegant and a little conservative. That impression was blown away.
She stood on the sidewalk, her friend hovering nearby with anticipation broadcasting from every fidget. The dress was deep blue. A conservative color that just managed to hold the dress inside the bounds of elegance. Ken had listened to Yohji long enough to know it was a masterful stroke.
The dress clung to every curve, fine as mist and translucent in every nonessential area. It flared just above the spot where the hem brushed her thighs. Just north of mid thigh. Ken's gaze didn't make it down her legs.
The vision - all vision - was cut off when Heero's hand clamped across his eyes. His hearing was fine, though, and the husky way Heero whispered, "Relena" communicated volumes.
Part 8 by blackrose. Warnings: lime
Heero tried to swallow against the hard lump in his throat, but ended up coughing instead. Relena turned around, her flared skirt swaying slightly and languidly grazing her thigh in a suggestive manner. Well, at least it suggested things to Heero. He saw her eyebrows knit together slightly as she parted very lusciously painted lips. He wondered what they tasted like.
"Heero, why do you have Ken in a head lock?"
'Ken who?' Heero blinked, then realized he still had his hand clamped over Ken's eyes. He glanced at his friend choosing quickly to spin them both around to where they faced the street. He removed his makeshift blindfold.
Ken shot him a scathing look. "Geez, I guess you're the possessive type."
"Don't make me kill you. I already have to hunt down any male who might have seen her on the way over."
"Ooookaaaay. So, how about I make myself scarce tonight and come over tomorrow, kinda late, somewhere around ten o'clock?"
Heero didn't seem to be paying attention; he had turned away from his friend and was practically hypnotized by the woman before him.
"Make that noon," he said to himself and walked off grumbling something that sounded like: 'And he said men didn't turn mushy when they fell in love. Ha!'
Hilde giggled at the expression on Heero's face. "Oh yeah, you've got his attention now. You just have to reel him in. I'll get out of your way."
"No! Hilde, I…."
"You'll be fine. I bet Heero will take good care of you," she said with a wink.
"But, I feel so…exposed, so naked! Please, what…"
"Relena, relax. It's Heero, the man you love and trust. There's no need to get all worked up over this. Just have a good time and let things go where they go. We've set things in motion, I guarantee nature's going to run its course."
"Relax. Right."
"You might want to go pick his jaw up off the floor, and help him inside. Otherwise, he may continue to drool all over the ground outside."
Relena giggled. "I think I can manage that. Thanks Hilde."
"Anytime! See ya. Call me when you get home – tomorrow."
He felt soft fingers take his hand, and draw him towards her. This had to be one of those dreams. Relena, the real Relena, was angry with him and didn't wear dresses like this. A sinful thought crossed his mind, causing the right corner of his mouth to tuck up into a wicked grin. 'I'll just have to take it off her, then.'
* * * *
Across town, Zechs fidgeted with his napkin, folding it and refolding it in his lap.
Noin shot him a cross look. "What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing," he said automatically, his mind not on the fancy Italian restaurant or the expensive menu on the table. His sister had been far too close to kissing Yuy the afternoon before, and that…that unfit man had definitely had the wrong intentions glinting in his eyes. To make matters worse, his sister had come home from the mall with several packages from a store he knew she should not be shopping in, and Hilde's eyes were glowing with mischief.
Relena was planning something, and it had to do with that boy, and her brother felt powerless to stop it. He needed to be at home, spying on her, finger poised on the redial button, ready to interrupt as soon as things started moving in that direction. He'd be damned if he let Yuy lay one finger, much less one lip, on his sister.
"And then I was going to pack your bags and put you on a one way trip to France." His wife's sentence cut through his preoccupied fog.
"Very funny."
"Just wanted to see if you were listening. You look like your miles away. Are you going to tell me what's wrong, or am I going to have to beat it out of you?"
"Hn. Oh, beating it out of me sounds good." He gave her his best sexy look.
She didn't buy it. "Pervert."
"You like me that way."
Noin rolled her eyes. A new thought occurred to him. Perhaps Relena had confided in Noin what she was up to – girl's shared those kinds of things…. "Noin, I hate to ask you, but…."
"It's about Relena. Yeah yeah, I know. But she loves him, Zechs."
"She doesn't know that, she's been fixated on him for years. She's never even tried dating anyone else."
"Sometimes you don't need to date other men to know you love the one who's right in front of you. She hasn't been fixated on him, she's been in love with him."
"She was only fifteen! It's impossible!"
"She's twenty, now, and it is possible."
"He's no good for her."
"That's not your decision."
"The hell it's not!"
"Zechs, she's an adult, and she's in love. You'd better learn to accept it, cause you can't keep them apart forever."
"Hn." 'Watch me. I can, and I will.'
* * * *
Forget the swimsuit, he had never seen Relena look more gorgeous or downright sexy in his entire life. If it was a dream, he hoped he would never wake up. Those perfect, glossy lips parted again, and he heard her voice float into his consciousness.
"I didn't know if you would want to go out to dinner, or perhaps order in. I, uh, took the liberty of renting a movie we could watch, but I also brought a paper if there's one you'd like to see at the theater. I hope you don't think me forward for asking you
out on a date, Heero, but…."
He swallowed. 'Forward?' If this was forward, he liked it, and hoped she would be forward with him all the time. He blinked and focused on her heavily made up face. 'Why is she wearing so much makeup?' He wondered. Her features were more pronounced, looking
like an airbrushed piece of artwork: sooty lashes, long and thick framed her light blue eyes, a dark wine color accented her cheekbones, but the lips were hypnotic…deep red with a glassy perfection that he thought might actually reflect his image if he stared at them the right way. It brought to mind alternating thoughts of not wanting to ruin their flawless appearance, and wanting to dive in and have it smeared all over his body. They parted again, and a soft pink tongue darted out to lick the inside edge. His pants were getting tighter by the second.
"Heero?"
He blinked again, then frowned. "Hn."
"I asked you if you wanted to go out…." Her voice trailed off at his expression.
"Definitely not."
"Oh." She glanced down at the floor, but then he forcibly grabbed her arm, startling her eyes back to his pinched face.
"You're not going anywhere that someone else can see you in that…that…"
Her eyebrows went up into a pleading expression as he took a menacing step towards her. She tried to back away, but was held in check by his grip on her arm. "You…you don't like my dress?"
He took another step towards her. "What?"
She stepped backwards, again. "I bought it because, I thought…well, I thought…" She twisted her arm in his grasp, and continued to back up. She felt her heels tap against the baseboards and realized she had nowhere else to go.
"Oh, I like it." His lips twisted into a smirk. "You just shouldn't let anyone else see you in it." He narrowed his eyes. "They could get the wrong ideas."
"The wrong ideas about what?"
"About you."
Her eyes went wide. "About me? What do you mean?"
He bent his head to where his lips were just inches away from her ear, his hot breath caressing a susceptible lobe. "They might think they have a chance. I'd have to kill any of them that thought about touching you," he said in a low, husky voice that made her knees wobble and turn to mush. But now she knew what game he was playing.
Relena smiled and glanced up at him through heavy eyelids. "Hmmm…you're right, that is a problem."
"See? So we should definitely not go out tonight. We should stay here, where it's…safe." His eyes glinted dangerously in the dim light of his apartment.
She raised her chin and met his gaze. "Judging from the look in your eye, Mr. Yuy, I don't think I'm going to be safe here, either."
"You're right, but you like this kind of danger." He sent her a wolfish grin.
She trembled, and wanted to step back again, but she was trapped."And what kind of danger is that?"
"This kind…." He seized her mouth in a rough kiss, pressing her back against the wall, and wasting no time in deciding where to put his hands. His left one traveled up her leg to just above the hemline of her skirt; his right one slid down the side of her body, grazing the curve of her breast. She gasped at the contact, leaving her mouth prone to the assault of his tongue. Her eyes flew open as his tongue thrust inside, stroking hers in an erotic rhythm.
Their gazes locked for a moment; his usual cold blue stare had turned to smoldering embers. He had her pinned against the wall, his hands firmly, but tenderly branding their memory into her flesh and mind. Hilde's advice echoed in her ears: 'It's Heero, the man you love and trust…Just relax…'
She closed her eyes, and leaned into him, dimly feeling her right leg being lifted to his waist as his hand traveled farther up to her rear. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his mouth left hers, trailing and sucking a blazing path to her collarbone. She
felt her whole body flush and tingle – a searing ache settling into her stomach as she felt something hard press against her center. Even through the thick denim of his jeans, she could tell he was aroused.
"Relena…." He ground his hips into hers and bit her neck, lust and desire pushing him beyond the limits of his usual cautious self-control. He needed her naked, now, and the thought to just rip the dress and undergarments from her body surfaced to the top of his haze-filled mind.
And so did the sound of a phone.
He broke the kiss, keeping her pinned where she was; he started to pull the dress down over her shoulders. She looked up at his red smeared face, his brows knit together in dangerous concentration. "I want this off," he rasped, completely ignoring the faint jingling from somewhere behind him.
"I…is that your phone or mine?" She asked dazedly as Heero continued to pull at the silky fabric.
"Not mine…Relena, I'll rip it off if I have to. I want…."
"I have to answer that."
"No, you don't." He fought to keep her where she was, but that meant he had to stop his attempts to remove her dress.
"Heero, please," she whispered, and escaped his kiss, sliding down the wall to duck under his legs. As she grazed his pelvic area, he let out a low groan. "Relena…."
She took the few steps over to the couch, and pulled her phone from her purse. Glancing at the digital panel, she sighed heavily and answered it. "Hello?"
But Heero already knew who it was.
"Oh, it's you. I had been hoping it was Noin. How did your anniversary dinner go? I'm at Heero's apartment, we were going to watch a movie." There was a short pause before she spoke again.
"Why don't you forget about that report and have a good time with your wife on your anniversary?" She crossed an arm against her chest, her usually serene face hardening into a dark scowl. "No. No, I don't. Brother! I do not need a lecture on responsibility, I'm twenty years old…Arrrrgh! Fine! I mean, why should I be allowed to have a life? After all, I'm just supposed to be this asexual political type that lives for my work. Goodbye!"
She stabbed a button on the device and threw it into the couch cushion. The phone rang again. Relena snatched it up and turned it off.
'Damn,' he thought, trying to ignore the throbbing sensation in his groin. If only she had turned it off the first time. She sat very still on his couch; he just watched her. The makeup she had so carefully applied, he had done a wonderful job of smearing it everywhere. He licked his lips and tasted the sticky sweetness of her lip-gloss, realizing he probably had it all over his face as well. He moved towards the kitchen to get a washcloth.
He splashed his face with cold water and used the rag to remove the last traces of Relena's makeup from his face. He dampened a second cloth and brought it to her, sinking down on the couch where she remained motionless, and staring off into space at nothing. Ignoring the traitorous protests of his body, he refrained from touching her as he extended the washcloth into her line of vision.
Absently, she plucked it from his hand. "I'm sorry," she said, her eyes falling to her lap.
"The bathroom is just down the hall. Get cleaned up and I'll drive you home."
"Heero, I…."
"Relena, it's not your fault. We have time; I can wait." He took a deep breath and tried to calm the angry sea of frustration, desire, and a deep-seated hatred that boiled in his stomach. He spoke as tenderly as possible, considering his mind was preoccupied with conjuring up images of killing Zechs – as slowly and painfully as humanly possible. "Zechs is right, you shouldn't put off work that needs to be done." He reached a hand out to tangle in her hair.
She looked up at him, his eyes glowing with understanding and love, but knowing that the bulge in his jeans was not quite as forgiving. "Then how about Friday night?"
He blinked. This was definitely unexpected. Almost as unexpected as seeing her at his apartment, clad in this fantastically sexy dress. He answered slowly, carefully, his mind considering and weighing all the options. Friday was two days away. He had time to
sweep her room, clothing and jewelry for the bugs he knew Zechs had planted somewhere in her things – tearing up his sister emotionally in order to get back at an old enemy. "On one condition – you don't bring your phone."
She ventured a small smile up at him. "I promise. What time do you want me to come?"
He felt his heart drop into his stomach and knew he had spent too much time around Duo and Yohji. A wicked grin crossed his face as Relena's eyes went wide as saucers. "About 7:30, so be here at seven."
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Thats it till the next time ^__^
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