Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Visitation of Roses ❯ One-Shot

The last rays of the setting sun shadowed the open air gallery, gilded
the intricate stonework, and painted the tall white columns with
orange-red fire. The rich light chased the pacing figure,
emphasizing the sway of her full skirts with each nervous turn,
glittering off the diadem in her dark blonde hair. Her thoughts,
however were far from the beauty of the sunset. Treize Khushrenada
had returned from his 'retirement' and was now in control of the
Romefeller Foundation and Relena didn't know what to expect from him.


Footsteps sounded behind her and she whirled, seeing Treize standing
behind her, tall and proud in his uniform. Something in his eyes was
intense. "Walk with me."

Relena wordlessly crossed to his side, taking the arm he offered, his
gentlemanly manners deeply engrained. She felt strangely breathless.
He seemed too close. She tried desperately to ground her sense of
panic, meekly allowing him to guide her out into the gardens, away
from the house. They strolled toward the gazebo at the far end of
the garden, pausing only before a rose. The rose was a deep red, a
bud only partly unfurled. He reached out a gloved hand and neatly
plucked it. Then without a word, he finished leading her to secluded
shadows of the gazebo.

The look he turned upon her made her tremble in anticipation. His
eyes were so intense, she could feel them. And as they wandered
lazily over her face, then down the length of her body, her skin
began to tingle. As his eyes continued their perusal, her nipples
stiffened, and his lips curved in a smirk as watched her reaction.
Still without saying a word, he reached out and cupped her face with
one hand, drawing her slowly nearer to him. Then he traced the rose
over her face, brushing the velvet petals over her eyes to close
them, ghosting them across her lips before replacing them with his
own mouth.

His kiss was leisurely, first just a subtle brushing of his lips over
hers, meant to tantalize, to tease. Then he flickered out his
tongue, tasting the bow of her upper lip, the pouty swell of the
lower, coaxing them to part for him. When her instincts answered his
plea, he swept his tongue inside, tasting her. He grazed her teeth,
lightly touched the roof of her mouth, and easily subdued her tongue
after coaxing it into battle with his.

Slowly pulling away, he flickered an amused, knowing gaze over her
passion flushed cheeks. With one kiss, she was putty in his hands.
Following up on his advantage, he trailed the rose across her cheek
to her ear, and followed with a trail of light kisses. After tracing
the curve of her ear with the rose, he lightly kissed in its stead,
nibbling on her earlobe, lightly sucking on it after he was rewarded
with a gasp.

The rose preceded his lips down the column of her throat, where her
pulse thundered in the hollow at the base. She titled her head,
giving him fuller access, and clutched at his shoulders to support
herself. He obligingly wrapped one arm about her narrow waist, then
focused his attention on the sensitive skin where her throat met her
shoulder. He nipped lightly, then kissed in apology, while she could
do nothing more than gasp with each new sensation.

The velvet touch of the rose skipped down her bosom, trailing along
the edge of her bodice. His nimble fingers deftly lowered the
bodice, trailing the rose over the smooth skin as it was revealed.
Bared to the rapidly cooling air, her nipples tightened, crowning the
firm, rounded flesh of her breasts. As he paused to admire her
natural endowments, she came back to herself enough to realize that
this wasn't something she should be doing. As she murmured a soft
protest she wrapped her arms around herself, attempting to hide as
she stared down at her feet.

His eyes narrowed, and an evil smile slowly spread across his lips.
"Oh, no, my dear...it's not that simple."

He moved forward and grasped her wrists, drawing them gently but
firmly away from her body and up over her head. Holding them in
place with one hand, he gently pulled the sash of her gown free, then
used it to bind her wrists together and to the post of the gazebo.
Her eyes leapt to meet his, startled, a bit frightened, and tingling
with a brief spurt of forbidden desire.

He leaned down and kissed her deeply, his demanding lips and tongue
driving all coherent thought out of her head. Soft velvet teased
across her nipples. He pulled back to watch her shiver, then leaned
down and flicked his tongue out over one stiff peak, tasting her.
She gasped and arched toward him, earning a smirk as the rose traced
idle patterns across her skin, coming tantalizingly close to her
nipples without touching them again.

He continued the elegant torture until she whimpered, "Please."

"Please what? my dear."

"Please, touch me." Her voice was already broken with need. His
eyes lit with the flame of his desire at her capitulation, and leaned
down to pay proper homage to her breasts. His warm mouth closing
over her chilled nipples caused her to tremble and writhe in his
grasp.

The sensation was so delicious, numbing her mind, that she didn't
notice his hand had crept beneath her skirt until a gloved fingers
brushed against the very spot where all the tingles came to rest.
His touch jolted through her like an electric shock, and she nearly
jackknifed at the shaft of sudden pleasure. His dry chuckle filled
her ears as his fingers pulled away the cloth barrier and she felt
the more intimate touch of the rose, frustratingly subtle against her
sensitive flesh. At her whimper, he touched her more fully, sliding
his fingers from the throbbing nub of flesh down to the slick
entrance of her body. He smiled, one full of male satisfaction, and
lightly ran his fingers up and down a few times, enjoying her gasps
and the little twitches of her hips.

As his fingers slid downward again, one finger slid easily inside
her, wringing a small moan from her lips, then a cry and a jerk of her
hips as a second finger joined the first. The fingers slid slowly in
and out. The pace and small circular rotations soon had her lifting
her hips to meet him, a steady stream of soft moans and breathless
pleas. Pleas for something, anything, though she wasn't sure what
she needed. She WAS sure that she wanted more.

Sensing her readyness, he stripped off his coat and opened his
trousers, releasing his hardened length. Settling between her
thighs, he thrust forward gently, stopping only when he was fully
sheathed inside her. She shuddered at the sensation, and stayed
still a long moment to let her adjust, then he started to move.
First with slow, deliberate strokes, then with steadily faster,
stronger thrusts as she arched up against him, crying out louder with
each more emphatic movement.

He lifted her hips to allow him better access, and started to thrust
in earnest, feeling her imminent climax in the way her body was
tensing in flutters around him. He felt her pleasure hit her, a wave
of tensing muscle and a loud scream bursting from her throat. She
clenched about his length, pushing him over the edge, and he came
with a guttural cry, shuddering as he spilled his seed within her.

She slowly surfaced from the haze of pleasure she'd been drowning in,
becoming aware she had been released from her bonds, her clothes set
to rights. He leaned down over her, tucking the rose into the edge
of her bodice, a smirk curving his lips. "Red suits you."

As he turned and strode away, he tossed back over his shoulder, "The
Romefeller Foundation thanks you for efforts, but your services are
no longer required."

~~Owari~~