Another Man's Wife

By: Shinigami234

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: MYSTERY! MWAHAHAHAH!!

Description: Exceedingly random thing that came to me while staring at a taco and a Tabasco bottle…uh…yeah…

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The young woman sighed and stared at her reflection in the mirror of her dresser. Her red hair tumbled over her shoulders, over the dark blue silk of her robe, over her smooth creamy skin. She sighed, she was the perfect lady, the woman she was supposed to be, but not for herself, for him. She was a prize, a display of his power and money. She belonged to him, like some jewel that could be paraded around. She shook her head. She was only twenty-one, and she felt as though she were twice that. She saw his reflection behind her and let his arms drape around her shoulders.

"You needn't idle over your reflection, come back to bed," He said, kissing her shoulder, "you're the most beautiful woman in the ESUN." He whispered and she nodded, her small smile not reaching her cold green eyes. He turned away from her. She walked back towards the large bed and let her robe drop from her shoulders as she climbed back into bed next to this stranger she didn't know anymore…

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"Good evening." The doorman said as they walked through into the large ballroom. She smiled and gave a polite nod to him as she followed her husband towards a group of 'friends'. Tonight was the one night she didn't loathe being here, attached to his arm like a loyal puppy. She knew He was here, the man she wanted to see, the man she loved. She hadn't been forced into her marriage; it was wonderful at first, like a fairytale. Yet now, as they neared their fourth year of it, it was cold, a loveless marriage, and an unhappy one, for her at least. It wasn't a dangerous marriage, they hadn't attempted to kill one another yet, but she was afraid of him, so she kept quiet like a wife should. She smoothed the black lace of her dress. It was a blood red gown, with a low v-cut neckline and short sleeves. It had black lace covering it, all over, the fine beadwork on the lace was black as well, only visible under certain lighting. Which, at the current moment, was giving the dress a fine shimmer. It pooled about her ankles, making a soft rustling noise when she walked. Her nearly shoulder length black opera gloves gave it an appealing look. As did the rather heavy black sapphire choker she was wearing. Her hair was pulled back in an elegant pile of curls, the combs holding it together had been artfully place by her maid.

"You look absolutely stunning. How did you get such a beautiful woman?" One of the self proclaimed 'friends' said. She smiled politely.

"The question, Mr. Hughes, is how did I get such a wonderful man." She said, flashing a dazzling smile at her husband and resisting the urge to puke. They all laughed as they walked towards their table. She scanned the room with emerald eyes until she found him, on the outskirts of the ballroom watching her. He made his way closer…

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Dinner had been uneventful; going as usual, talk of politics, power, and tonight the talk turned to scandals. As it turned out the young Ms. Relena Dorlian had been sleeping with President Steles to keep her position as Foreign Minister. She had figured that out long ago. An hour later she leaned closer to her husband.

"Darling, I'm going to leave, my head is hurting." She said and he nodded. She went to stand and every man at the table stood as well. "Gentlemen it has been quite a pleasure of having dinner with you, but I'm afraid I must take my leave early. Have a wonderful evening." She said as she left…

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Once outside she looked around the expanse of the parking lot until she saw a pair of headlights come to life and drive up towards her. She slipped into the Mercedes and sighed.

"I can't take much more of this." She said and a hand caressed her cheek.

"That's why you have me." His voice said and she looked over at him and smiled, his face a welcome comfort. She leaned over and kissed him on the mouth, his lips parted eagerly, letting her tongue slide inside as his toyed with it. She pulled away slowly, aware of the fact they were still out front. Thank God for tinted windows. "I think we should postpone this until we get to the house." He said and she smirked, kissing his lips lightly.

"Fine, if you insist." She said and they drove off.

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She moaned lightly as his mouth melded with her own. They had made it through the bedroom door, but not much further. His hand slid down her side, and down even further to her thigh and back up again. She continued to kiss him, their tongues battling for dominance. Her hands found the buttons of his shirt and started to undo them, running over the exposed skin of his chest. She got to the last button and pulled away from him. She kissed him lightly once more before trailing her lips down the side of his neck. She pushed the white cotton off of him and giggled lightly when he picked her up easily off the ground. With one swift motion he deposited her on the bed and crawled to where he was over her. She pulled him down once more, taking his lips with her own. His hands touched everything they cloud on their way around her back. He found the zipper to her gown after a minute and swiftly cleared that obstacle. His lips left hers as he left long kisses down her neck. She let her head fall back to the pillows as she felt his hands start to slide the soft material from her body. She felt his lips as the base of her throat and the cool sting of the cold air over her exposed skin. Her breasts were free of the tight material, and also, fair game for his lips. Her eyes were focused on the ceiling and she didn't see him move. Her small gasp as his mouth enclosed over one breast brought her back out of her thoughts. His tongue made slow circles over the rose colored bud as he teased her. His hand brushed her side as the other kneaded the other nipple. She groaned his name softly, letting her body arch to meet his touch. She felt his other hand move lower until it slid down her thigh, and back up the inside of the firm skin. His fingers parted her skin and gently stroked her. She closed her eyes, letting her hands move to tangle themselves in his hair. His fingers slid into her gently, moving in slow motions, switching speeds to tantalize her. She couldn't control her soft sounds of pleasure as her body grew warm, her skin sizzling. The sensations of his fingers and his mouth on her breasts together were driving her to the edge. After seconds her cries grew louder and before she could climax he stopped. Her slight sound of protest urged him on farther as he changed positions. Her eyes were still closed, and she could only feel is movement. Both of his brushed over her stomach as he leaned forward and caught her lips with his own. He pulled away after a minute, kissing her chest and moving down to suck on her breasts for a minute causing her skin to burn again. His lips trailed lover, beneath his previous focus and trailed down her stomach, getting closer to where he wanted. His lips left her body and she didn't expect what she felt next. His hands parted her warm flesh and his tongue slid into her. The warm, wet flesh pumping her harder and faster than his fingers. Her body reacted as her hips rocked and she cried out in pleasure, her hands buried in his hair once more. Even as her moans grew louder he continued until she screamed his name again, sending warm fluids into his mouth. Her body relaxed and she lay there until he was finished. She pulled him back up to claim his lips again.

"I want you." She said as she pulled away. He kissed her again. Somewhere along the line he had freed himself from the rest of his clothing. He looked like a god as he hovered above her, all muscle and no fat. She pulled him closer as he slid into her; she was warm and tight around him. She caught his lips again as he started to thrust, his pace growing faster, and faster still. Her cries were caught in his mouth and his own moans were caught in hers as they rocked back and forth in a familiar rhythm, it lasted for hours it seemed, yet in reality only one. Sweat beaded his forehead and his breathing was faster. She kept taking in small ragged breaths; their lips were still connected. Her body grew warm again and his desire was being filled with every movement, the friction of their bodies driving them crazy. She came again, not a second before he did, screaming each other's names. His last breath was more like a gasp as collapsed on top of her. She let him move to the side as she curled up into his arms, he held her there, knowing that in a while it would all have to end. Their love couldn't be recognized, not in public, only in tender moments alone, and so it would be until the end of time. He could remember when they had first gotten married, they had been in love, so happy, and truly in love, but over the years that love faded and died, now she was just a possession, and she loved another. She loved him, not the man whose ring was on her finger, him. He knew it would have to end and he would have to go back to being Heero Yuy and she would have to go back to being Diane Elizabeth Winner, Quatre Winner's wife.