Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ As You Like It ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

From the Desk of Scilja

The long waited chapter is here! And sadly, this is the last of the short series. It was not intended to be lengthy, but I sort of got carried away. There is no lemon to accompany this short piece, so my apology to those who were expecting it. I think it was citrus enough! ^-^ Enjoy the last piece!

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DISCLAIMER: Gundam Wing certainly does not belong to me. And I cry.

As You Like It

By Scilja

Chapter 5

Knuckles turned white from the tight grip it held on the armrest of the sofa. His entire body burned hotly, but it was definitely not from a fever. Slight tremors ran through his spine as he tried vainly to discard the unwelcome images of the consequences due to pent-up passion. His breath shuddered when a dream-like finger traced the outline of his jaw. Ghostly soft, rose lips hovered closely above his own, breath fanning over his skin that further stirred the depths of his longing.

Heero had been feeling that way for twelve whole hours, but it seemed like it had intensified ten-fold.

He thought the day would never end. Though Relena was nowhere in sight, his body did not cease its yearning for her. She gave him one hell of a devilish smile before retiring to her room. Part of him was deeply relieved. The most part of him was enraged, disappointed, and very, very wanting.

She surpassed the vision of forbidden ardor and beyond. Temptation at its best. In fact, she defined it. All day, she had taken full advantage of that damn contract, subtly touching him in places that sent his nerves amuck and boldly doing things that shot through his groin.

Comparing to the near chances of death during the war was trivial to how Relena had driven him to the brink. He groaned inwardly. It was hard enough to last five minutes with her, let alone barely managing to survive the day. Day one. There was yet day two.

Heero buried his face in his hands. For once, he would have to admit defeat.

Fortunately, he was not the only one at distraught. If the loud and brisk footsteps indicated anything, it was high sexual strain.

Duo was almost unrecognizable with the undone braid of his hair. Upon entering the living room, he went straight to a recliner and ensued to give a series of merciless punches to the cushion before collapsing into the seat, the pillow muffling his frustrated yell.

Quatre appeared seconds later, though the expression on his face fooled the usual character of a calm demeanor. On the contrary, blue eyes now held a grating spark behind them, his lips pressed into a forceful thin line. His collar was out of place, random buttons of his shirt lay opened. Further inspection saw that the top button of his pants was unbuttoned as well. The normally well-kept blonde hair was mused in disarray.

Rather than resolve into a fit like Duo, he instead went to the kitchen. Heero raised a brow when Quatre retrieved a bottle of brandy and took a shot without flinching.

"Winner, share," came Wufei's disgruntled voice.

While Quatre grumbled about sharing the needed alcohol, Heero noted that Wufei did not have the same shirt he wore this morning. Downing the brandy, he leaned against the doorjamb, his face scrunched in what seemed as internal pain.

The door flung open and Heero nearly went to an offensive stance at the unfamiliar figure, but a closer look at the eyes identified it to be Trowa. He appeared to be a different man with the lengthy bangs now thoroughly messed. His turtleneck had a few stains scattered on the fabric. One had to guess that the faint red tint was most likely to be a sort of jam.

Silent as he was, Trowa sat at the bar stool. There was a thud when forehead hit against the marble countertop. He made no move to raise it.

The room went taut with a tension none other than quivering restrains. Gundam pilots were lethal in battle, but when the battle was of lust, they were deadly.

Any movement was dared to otherwise break the crackling atmosphere. Easing a man's libido was a more difficult feat to endure than any other life-threatening task.

Wufei was first to break, "Maxwell, this is your fault."

Duo growled threateningly, cobalt eyes taking on a hard glint, "Shut it, Wufei, I am not in the mood."

"Wufei, we all agreed to take part in this, now straighten up and be a man."

Both Duo and Wufei looked towards the gritting tone of Quatre, only momentarily surprised at the unexpected scolding before returned to vexing.

"One more day," Duo slapped a hand over his eyes, "that's already too much for me to handle."

"Women do not play fair," Wufei scoffed, "hell to that contract."

Quatre turned the shot glass in his hand, turning his focus to examining the liquid rim that the brandy left behind. But it was a futile attempt because the brandy itself resembled her, satisfying to last. His mind had always been the clear-headed one, yet Dorothy was able to deter it in any way she wanted.

She had changed since they first met, from the cold manner buried with pain and sorrow to reveal a beautiful, graceful soul merely trampled by the brutalities of war. He showed her just how lovely a woman she always was, and in turn, she showed him the bliss of life. Dorothy knew of his vulnerabilities and had pushed almost every one of them during the past hours. He knew it would only be a short while until he burst.

Wufei crossed his arms and closed his eyes. His posture reverted into a form of meditation. He had to maintain the building crave for it was scarcely standing on its own. Sally is a brave woman, brave enough to see through his strong fighting sense to the sensible man underneath. She was able to connect with him like none other. The Playboy bunny outfit was not so innocent when worn by someone as cunning as she.

Heero ran a hand through his spiky brown tresses. He could not get his mind of that clever, but sexy, trick Relena performed with that cherry stem. Who knew that a fruit could be used to portray intimacy? Cherries would not be looked at the same way again. She had a way of turning the simplest thing into something more. Of course, he wouldn't expect any less from a politician. Everything was no longer normal when she was around.

Duo clenched his teeth. The Great Shinigami, well-known for stamina and stealth, had crumbled helplessly beneath one Hilde Schbeiker. She had spunk, he knew, but today her spunk was not looked forward to in defense for his wavering lust. For the millionth time, he wondered why he ever decided to dress them up in lesser garments for an image of every man's fantasy come true. Desire was trouble in disguise.

Trowa groaned, though it sounded more like a moan since his face lay on the countertop surface. Midii was driving him insane. He had underestimated her. He should have been more prepared for a spy. In espionage, you were crafty, wily, and incredibly unpredictable. It was a dire mistake to let her be a part in this bet. She had frequently shocked him with her hidden tactics. Another day like that would send him into permanent stun.

"Quatre, give me the contract."

The remark from Trowa jerked the occupants in the room out of their stupor. All eyes were trained on him as Quatre ineptly handed the folded piece of paper.

He scanned the lines, looked up as if to ponder, then went to read again. It was then that a wry grin formed on his lips.

A smile from Trowa was seldom seen. Usually in rare instances to show content, and Midii was most likely the only one to have seen more of it than anyone. But this one, it was sudden, bewildering, and even frightening.

"Gentlemen," he finally raised his head, "It's time to play fair."

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Dorothy led her gaze to see Quatre take a seat on the low bench, pushing back on his feet to make more room between him and the front of the piano. He was acting much differently compared to yesterday. No longer were his actions hesitant, even less reserved than usual. Since breakfast, she had implemented several coy and subtle ways that would normally shake him to an effect. But her efforts were futile when he continued with the calm demeanor that he was well-known for.

What was more aggravating was that he was so unreadable! Normally, Quatre was open with her, as which made him comfortable and trusting to be with. Today, his eyes were hidden behind a curtained window that concealed everything from her. This will not do! He was supposed to be falling through her fingers like fine sand. Not acting like…that!

She was about to question his odd behaviour but was cut short when he turned around and cocked his head to give her a smile. Dorothy closed the open gap of her mouth. Though smiling, she knew that particular smile held something behind it. She took great caution when he beckoned her to him.

"Yes?"

His response was a simple pat on the bench. More specifically, the pat directed at the area between his legs, telling her where to sit. "Dorothy."

Slowly she rounded the bench, eyeing him carefully all the while. Well, two can play this game. She purposely shifted her bottom far enough to bump against his pelvis. No groan. No spark. No movement. Nothing.

She could feel his breath against the back of her nape. Dorothy noted that both hands lay on his knees, following the rule of contact.

Her entire body tensed when his lips moved against her skin, "You will obey me, Miss Dorothy?"

White-blonde head nodded compliantly.

"Anything to my word?"

"In relation to the contract, of course," she spoke professionally.

"Of course," Quatre agreed, his head bent lower to her ear. "But I'm afraid I have nothing to hold unto in this position."

Her head whirled around and she instantly regretted doing so. Now their faces were near to touch and she was met with unfathomable blue that shook her to the core. "How would you like to go through this then, Sir?"

"Take my left hand and wrap it around your waist."

She grasped the one that rested on his left knee and placed it across the chosen location. Such contact was reasonable so she made no protest against it. Her hands rose to meet the keys of the piano but were ceased in mid-air.

"Not yet, now take my right hand," she peered at him from the corner of her eye and lifted his right hand, "put it on your thigh."

"You can't do that, Quatre!"

"It is an order, is it not, Miss Dorothy?"

She opened her mouth to retort and was incensed when she came up with nothing. Quatre smiled secretively when he felt her still shortly before abiding his wish.

An order was an order. It couldn't be possible that he had found a void in the contract! She wanted to wipe off the smirk that appeared on the blonde's lips.

"Concentrate only on the piano and music you play. Do not pay attention to anything else. Do not speak. Do not move. Only focus on playing." Dorothy hated the loud beating of her heart. "Tilt your head a bit and let me rest my chin against your shoulder." She felt his strong jaw meet her bare skin.

The fingertips of the hand that lay on her thigh flexed lightly. Her breathing hitched. His voice resonated with a smooth, velvet tone. "Play for me, Dorothy."

She was engulfed in submissive darkness when her lids closed. Her mind took on a will of its own by dancing over the black and white keys, a memorized melody coming forth.

They both reveled in the entrance of notes. Little knew of her talent, as she was not one to be so open about such qualities. With Quatre, however, her soul was able to be its carefree nature. And since they were music lovers, their bond spoke of a deeper meaning to that.

Dorothy would have continued the music without faltering if it weren't for the slight movement the hand on her high had made. A tighter grip around her waist reminded her place of order and she quickly ignored the tingling sensation.

Again she fumbled on the keys. This time, the hand did more than move, inching across the exposed skin of her thigh. Strong fingers traced an invisible path on her flesh that left burning imprints behind. Unmoved, she kept her will, determined not to fail obedience and render herself susceptible.

Her neck arched back and she made an inaudible gasp, but her fingers never left the keys. The same exploring fingers encountered the lacey garter and slipped under the fabric, toying about with careless strokes to the already hot skin underneath.

The melody jumbled in disarray. The pianist barely kept up the song and occasionally blared out obvious wrong notes. The reason for this was the writhing of her body against the intentional play of the hand on an ivory thigh.

Quatre's hand continued its journey up her thigh, shamelessly curving inwards to a restricted alcove. An objection would have been made, but lips were parted and occupied in drawing out short breaths. He lingered around her abdomen, giving languorous caresses that developed a burning zeal.

Torment did not stop. His hand moved along the curves of her back, hips, and waist. The trip repeated several times until Dorothy made a noncommittal wince. She thought she would burst when he spread his palm just beneath the slope of her breast and made a trail that only outlined the curve of it, never touching. His fingers made pressure against tender areas around her chest.

The song scrambled frequently and she pushed her face next to the column of his neck. A silent plea sounded into his ears.

Her teeth clenched together. His hand left the curvature of her breast and made a straight, unhurried stroke down her abdomen. She gave out a frustrated groan when it stopped, its position a tempting distance away from fulfillment. Her eyes shut tightly. He could feel the hot puffs of breath against his neck.

One hand had forgone the piano and was now scrunching the fabric of his pants. She bit her lip when his hand returned to the arch of her thigh. Her right hand moved from the piano. His knee used as leverage to rise off the seat and make room for the wandering hand. She uttered a soft cry at contact made with the sensitive skin from the back of her thigh.

The garter snapped.

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"Damn it, that burns!"

The figure standing next to him jumped at the loud shout. The spatula was immediately dropped unto the burning grill to tend to the injured. "Duo! Don't leave the tongs on the grill!" Her hand took hold of his wrist and surveyed the damage. Her brows crossed. "Metal, heat, piece it together!"

"Thank you for the wisdom, O' Wise One, but I didn't know how long it had been there!"

He flinched when she touched the inflamed streak across his palm. "It's getting pretty bad. Can you reach for that ice pack on the table next to you?"

While reaching for the ice, he flipped the container that held the barbecue sauce, causing it to splatter all over his front and partly on Hilde.

Arms rose from the sticky mess, he looked down at his shirt in disgust. "Great. Just great."

Sauce dribbled down her legs and Hilde bit back a laugh at the droplets that ran down his arms and shirt. She moved forward and sat him down on the bench. "Stay right there, I'll be back in a few."

Her back turned, missing the wry grin that came on his mouth.

She returned seconds later carrying a medium-sized towel and clothing. He looked up to see her set the bundle of clothes on the table's surface and then hold open the towel. "Unless you intend to stay like that all day, I need to towel you dry."

He took the hint and stood to allow her to pat the soaked areas of his body with the towel. After she was satisfied that he was not dripping wet, she pointed to the pile of clothes. "Here are some clothes to change into. I'll find something to clean up this mess."

"Dress me."

Her walk towards the doors that would lead her back into the house ceased upon the demand. She spun on her heel, "Duo?"

His eyes hid behind his bangs, making the features of his expression difficult to see. He advanced towards her, "I could dress myself, but you see, there's just one small problem." His head lifted to reveal glinting cobalt orbs and, at the same time, gestured towards his injured hand.

It was an innocent task, to help him change out of his wet clothes. But the way his eyes looked at her in a predatory like manner, Hilde felt a bit wary. Her logic sense took over. Not wanting Duo sick, she began to unbutton his shirt.

Never had she known how intense taking off a shirt could be. Her eyes roved over the fine planes of his chest and abdomen as she went down along the buttons. The damp fabric clung to his skin, accentuating certain parts of his chest and stomach that sent her belly fluttering. She greatly hoped Duo did not see the slight tremble of her fingers.

On the last button, she parted the shirt that clung wetly to his body. A cool breeze past by and Duo reflexively sucked in his breath at the cold draft. Hilde inwardly shivered when the mixture of wet and cold caused the bodily reaction of the hardening of his nipples. Taking a deep breath, she motioned for him to raise his arms to fully remove the sleeves from the top.

She picked up the towel again to pat dry what remained of the sauce. The end of the towel was dipped into a nearby bowl of water. A hand prodded Duo to sit against the bench and lean backwards. She hid the shaking of her hands by wringing out scattered droplets of water over his front.

Every driblet of water was followed by indigo orbs. The water curved over each bulk of muscle on the broad chest. Liquid outlined the curves and planes of exposed skin. Hilde instantly squinted out the mental picture about to be formed. She bit her cheek hard. Daringly, she pressed exceptionally hard against the towel, wanting to feel the ripple and movement of the hardness beneath.

Duo held an inside smirk at the pause Hilde made, pleased he wasn't a one-side party. The reluctance was noticeable but she gradually rubbed the wet part of the towel on him.

After what seemed like eternity, Hilde discarded the immoral towel and helped Duo into his shirt, making sure to avoid complete contact with his eyes. At last, she could breathe easily knowing her task was complete. She stood up from her bent position and proceeded to head back into the house.

"You're not done, Hil'."

This time she did not turn around. Instead, she froze in place and silently hoped he did not mean what he meant.

"My pants got in the way, too."

He did.

She formed a tight fist to the point where there were sure to be crescent-shaped imprints on her palm later. Hilde slowly counted to ten. It would be best to get it over with.

The urge to groan was greatly suppressed. Hilde blanked all expressions off her face and mechanically stripped Duo off his pants. She found a spot on the ground very interesting and concentrated on it to no end to avoid seeing his boxers and therefore break loose. Hilde couldn't be more grateful that the sauce had not spilt as much on his legs so she didn't have to towel the lean muscles.

'Easy, easy, think of it as helping to dress a kid.'

But she knew Duo was far more than a kid, in his very masculine and adult form. Her lids squinted shut. 'Don't think about that!'

After Duo got into his pants, she let out a long breath she did not realize was held in. It seemed like eternity for her to straighten up to a standing position. Before she could make any move, her wrist was encircled and tugged.

"Your turn."

Hilde's eyes widened. She had forgotten all about the sauce that had dripped unto her during the spill. Duo made what should have come off as a helpful deed turn out to be a wicked act. In no time at all, she was told, or more like commanded, to sit still on the bench.

He bent down to a near crouch and wove his arms around her knees to lock her in place. Hilde was more stunned when he turned his head and began to lick off the remnants of sauce on her skin. His tongue worked lusciously at her thighs, bringing them to a wet sheen. She squirmed greatly in his hold as he lazily stroked a wet path up and down on her flesh.

Her chest rose and fell at a dramatic pace, his talented mouth lapped at the sauce even at places where there wasn't any. Indescribable warmth burned in her belly that craved for his taste. He nipped lightly at the skin. She let out a husk cry.

In an instant, the towel she used to previously wipe the sauce off him was now used in turn for her. Duo dipped the entire white cloth into the basin of water; he wrung out enough water to leave it slightly damp.

"D-Duo…" She said breathlessly.

"You need to be dried off, too." He gave a senile grin.

It was strange, that the cold towel did nothing but leave her hot and bothered. She backed up on the bench and squirmed at the odd but pleasant sensation. It glided against her burning, feverish skin, leaving a glistening trail behind.

Duo made lazy, circular motions against her thighs. Applying the right amount of caresses and strokes that left her ignited. He paid deep attention to the curves from her thighs where it met with her pelvis, palming the flesh regularly with lazy strokes. The towel moved smoothly at the back of her thighs and around her knees.

Hilde sighed pleasurably at the heady sensation of massaging Duo had ensued. The action was overwhelming. She exhaled breathlessly at a sensitive area of the back of her knees. She had to support her weight on her hands, her body heavy with the enticing manner of the atmosphere.

When Duo went to her feet, she fidgeted visibly, for it was a highly responsive area. His touch enamored every fiber in her body. Her breathing now irregular. A tingling sensation ran from the soles of her feet straight to her point of lust.

The world around her melted.

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Sally gratefully plopped down in a plush chair and wiped the sweat of her brow with the back of her hand. "Enough Wufei, give me a break!"

"Come now, woman! After four rounds, you're already tired?"

"You try sparring in a damn bunny suit and then we'll talk!" she shot back. "Oh, wait," Sally remarked, "I would be too busy laughing."

Wufei narrowed his eyes at the smiling figure that sat across from him. "True strength does not depreciate by the physical means."

A hand waved nonchalantly at him, "Whatever you say, Confucius." She wiggled her feet to ensure they were still functional. The high stilettos had been forgone a long time ago, not exactly the thing to wear when in combat.

He, too, sat down on a nearby seat. Leaning back against the chair, he crossed his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. One lid opened and looked across the table. "Take out your pigtails."

Her head whipped around at the strange request. Sally knew her hair was not in the greatest state from having been in rigorous activity. The pigtails had raveled from the tie that held it together. In any case, she reached up to both tied ends and broke it, causing a mass of wavy, hazel tresses to flow naturally.

"Good," the lid shut, "now lie down on the lounge."

With his sight temporarily out, Wufei did not see the gaping expression on Sally's face. It was the first in many hours that Wufei actually was forward with her, and it was even more surprising that he was forward through bodily means. She can't let this happen! Who knows what could come out of it. Sally quickly recovered by saying, "I'm still quite sore, Wufei, won't you give me a few minutes?" She smiled to add emphasis, hoping the statement would buy her some time.

Both his eyes opened this time, but only enough for her to see slits of dark glinting. "Are you defying me, Sally?"

She went rigid at the direct tone of his voice, "No, no, it's just that I would gladly do so, Sir, but I am not quite able to move properly yet."

Sally almost jumped in her seat at the sudden loud scraping of a chair being dragged against the pavement. Wufei rounded the table and sauntered over to her. She let out a shocked gasp when he deftly lifted her by the waist, slipped an arm around her legs, and set her down unto the green and white lounge.

"Stubborn bunny," he drawled, "Just listen to me."

Her palms pushed up against the lounge for her to face him inquiringly, "Wufei, what are you doing?"

"Lie down, Sally, that's all I've told you to do."

It took a lot of will to keep silent, but holding honor to her word, she wordlessly resumed a lying position. Wufei acted fast by straddling her waist and pinned her arms down when she made to move. "Wufei!"

He lowered his head until their noses touched, "Be good bunny." His head slanted so their lips now hovered above each other. Sally could desperately taste his breath. "You said you were sore," his lips moved against hers enticingly.

He went to a sitting position, placed both hands on her collarbone and began tracing an imaginary path. Sally sucked in a breath between her clenched teeth. It had been too long since they had actually touched each other. Now she found herself in a position completely submissive to his will. It was risky, frightening, and thrilling.

Sturdy hands roved over her neck and the fingertips lightly applied pressure at just the right spots. Sally's eyes closed on their own will as she relished in the missed contact from her lover. Wufei skillfully caressed the skin more intimately than an intended massage. Sally took no notice.

"Does it hurt here?" He squeezed near the side of her breast.

Her eyes shot open, looking at Wufei in disbelief, "N-no."

His hand lingered on it for a while and then moved to her stomach where he splayed his fingers across. "Here?" He followed the dipping curves of her body, including the underside of her breast. He took great satisfaction at watching her nipple pucker from the fabric of the ensemble. The unintentional touching held a greater degree of passion.

Sally gulped and opted for shaking her head since her voice seemed lost.

He eased her back and followed her down, holding her with his stern gaze. They were near to lying on top of each other. A gasp escaped the femme beneath him when he stroked her thigh. "Here?"

He gave her no choice to answer and instead laid his head against her shoulder blade while he worshipped her thigh. Sally fisted the back of his shirt and arched her head back when a tender area was touched. He left no corner untouched, giving in to her wordless pleas. "W-Wufei…"

Her hips rose and she let loose a hoarse cry when his hand curved against her rear and fondled it gently. Her nerves jolted and she wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him desperately.

Wufei smiled at her choppy breathing. Instantly, he flipped them over so that she now propped above him astride his waist and he was below her. Sally looked down at him in shock, realizing the familiar position they were in. A position found only in the bedroom.

She wanted to excape the feeling of the bulge in his pants. From this position, she was able to get a good view of his entire upper waist, including the flatness of his stomach. Sally pushed away all indecent thoughts, or at least frantically attempted to.

"What about here?" He grasped the sides of her waist and climbed up leisurely over the curvaceous slopes that made her so feminine. Sally could only make a sound of grave vulnerability.

Wanting more out of her, Wufei lightly bucked his hips. He disguised the intentional grinding of his pelvis against hers by pretending to fidget in his seat.

He got his frustrated moan.

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Relena fanned her hand in hoping that a cinch of a small breeze would come forth. What little wind was created no matter how hard she flapped was renounced and her arm flopped back to her side. Her skin felt warm and sticky. The satin fabric of bunny outfit adorned left her sweltering in the heat. It was just too damn hot to stay outside, especially after all the catering she did to an ex-Wing pilot.

Heero had completed his daily routine of exercises that allowed his body to keep its figure. Little did people know the kind of an appetite the Perfect Soldier would work up after said activities. Not to mention the large amount of water he took in. So Relena was sent flittering to gather liters of water and bits of food to serve as a replenishing of energy.

He grabbed the towel that hung on the edge of the chair and wiped the sweat off his face. He held out one hand and Relena rewarded him with a glass of water, chunks of ice filled to the brim, which he readily gulped down. Dutifully, she moved to stand near him and offer some shortbread and apple slices.

His head tilted back slightly, giving Relena a display of his Adam's apple moving as he swallowed the drink. She couldn't help but feel a tingle upon the sight of the strong column of his neck. Many a time she clung to that strong column in the midst of heavy passion. She smacked herself scolded to straighten up. At this rate, the contract would surely be void.

Finally, Heero retained a level position, breathed deeply and took a glance at her. He smirked inwardly at the picture she created, a bit flushed from the heat of the sun, the bunny ears almost drooping to coincide with the warmth. Wisps of her bangs adhered to her forehead; she moistened her lips to prevent them from drying.

"You're hot, Relena."

At first, she was aghast that Heero would actually say a compliment as direct and forward as that, but one closer look at his solemn expressive corrected her thoughts that he meant the temperature. She sighed; it would be so unlike him.

"So you noticed," she pushed back the damp bangs off her forehead, unconsciously giving herself a rugged, sexy image that caused Heero's eyes to harden.

Her nerves went haywire when a hand rested on her collarbone. The warmness of his hand appeared to give a chill to her skin. "You're hot," he repeated.

This time, she responded by a mere nod.

She let out a small yelp as his arm wove its way around her waist and picked her up from the ground to set her on the table. Relena steadied her balance by laying her hands on his shoulders. She peered at him inquisitively.

He reached behind her to pull the bucket of ice closer to them. Relena looked from him to the ice bucket. Her eyes widened when comprehension dawned.

"I order you to let me cool you off," he husked.

"Yes," her voice quivered.

The corner of his lips lifted faintly. He was enjoying this very much.

Relena carefully watched as he reached for an ice cube from the container and popped it into his mouth. A hand reached behind her neck and squeezed lightly, causing her to reflexively arch her head back. Before she knew it, she tensed, gasping at the feeling of something wet and cold slide along her collarbone.

She willed herself to look down and the picture heightened the sweet caress in her belly. Beneath the wild tresses of dark brown, Heero was holding the ice in between his teeth and dragging it lusciously on her fevered skin. Occasionally, his tongue darted out from the side to taste her. Icy water dripped down her chest and neck, tingeing her skin to a delightful shiver that added to her fervor.

He dipped lower on her chest so that he came across the slope of her breasts. His lips skimmed across the flesh, looking in fascination at the prickles of goose bumps that formed on her skin. No doubt about it, he had crossed the line. He waited for her to tell him that he was defying the contract immensely. A prod. A protest. A refusal. But nothing came.

Relena let out a throaty moan and interlaced her fingers into his dark locks, clenching and unclenching to match the skillful strokes of his tongue. Instinctively, her thighs gripped him in place, afraid that he might stop.

Heero grunted at the feel of her locking him in and felt smug satisfaction at how already she was so wanting. The ice was dissolving fast from her heated skin. She gripped his hair hard when he went over the beguiling curves of the tops of her breasts. He dipped between the valley of her breasts, bathing the crevice wetly then dropped what remained of ice down the cleft. Relena cried out.

With the ice cube completely dissolved, he resorted to nips and laved at her skin. The fabric that engulfed her breasts puckered from the hardening of her nipples. He stole a glimpse at her face and felt a sense of masculine pride at the sight of her rosy cheeks, knowing full well it was not from the heat. He roved over to her shoulders, flicking his tongue and giving none too gentle bites that would surely leave a territorial mark.

Her hands found its way to his back, fisting the shirt while he worshipped her throat with a series of twirls and sweeps of his tongue. He exhaled sharply at the feel of her pelvis grinding against his. This was not going to last.

He brought his face to meet with hers; planting light kisses along her eyelids, forehead, and cheeks. Impatient, Relena slanted her head this way and that, hoping to capture his teasing lips with her own. But Heero kept evading and that only sent her craving to higher peaks. As if sensing her plea, he sucked at the corner of lips and flicked her bottom lip.

She groaned in exasperation, her hands fisting the back of his shirt, urging him to love her mouth. The way he delved into her wet depths with no mercy. Stroking it with every corner, echoing how he would later undulate against her. She wanted it. She needed it. So she spoke her request with a push of her hips.

Heero inwardly growled and became dazed when she brought his hand to cup her breast and she used a free hand to bring his mouth near hers. Her throat sounded uneven moans while his fingers kneaded and fondled her breast to a hard nub. She let out an aggravated growl of her own when he continued to shirk away from her wet, yearning mouth. Irritated, her legs wove around his waist and, if possible, pulled him even closer than before.

He was trapped.

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Trowa casually leaned in his seat as he watched Midii work in the kitchen. She hummed a soft melody as she prepared one of his favorite pastries: a strawberry tart. The sweets were already in the process of baking in the oven, minutes away from being a form of ecstasy in his mouth.

Little did she know the reason behind his choice of this particular treat. He was going to get sugary vengeance from the jelly and he couldn't think of a better way than this. Midii was currently bending down to check the progress of the baked goods. Trowa took advantage of this opportunity to admire her backside.

Midii stood from her bent position and turned to give Trowa a smile. "Nearly done," she faced the cupboards behind her, standing on her toes to reach for a tray. He was given a nice view of her long, shapely legs. He shook his head from the images that were threatening to break his self-restrain. It was crucial that this goal was carried out before he gave in. But it was damn hard to do so.

She sauntered towards him, the frills of the white apron that adorned her waist swayed with her, hiding the sultry curves he knew all too well. He arched a brow at the sly grin her lips formed. She dipped her head to give him a swift kiss on the lips. Strawberries, Trowa mused. She tasted like strawberries.

"Trowa," her hand stroked the underside of his chin. "What would you like to drink?"

His eyes shut, relishing the feather-like brush of her hand, "Fruit juice will do."

"Juice it is." His eyes reopened when the feel of her hand left. The long orange tail of her ribbon embraced her legs as she walked. Trowa decided to follow her.

The oven beeped to indicate that it was due for the goodies to be removed. Midii opened a drawer to obtain a pair of mitts, opened the oven door and took out the tarts. She worked fast to prevent them from being crisp from the remaining heat, immediately placing them on the tray she had previously set out. After the last tart, she removed the mitts and leaned back against the edge of the counter. She dipped a finger into the gooey center and sucked it in her mouth. Her eyes lit up merrily, "Yummy!"

Trowa nearly bumped into her when she whirled around unexpectedly, holding up a newly dipped finger of red syrup. "Here, Trowa," she smeared his bottom lip with the red liquid, "try it!"

She suppressed a sigh when his tongue darted out to flick off the substance, taking a few more licks than necessary. Trowa could make the smallest things so sexy.

Midii picked up a tart, the pastry shimmered with a golden hue, a strawberry standing in the centre, proudly showered in red syrup. Trowa felt his mouth water. If it was one thing besides being an intelligent spy, Midii also excelled in the culinary arts. "Care to be my first customer, darling?"

He looked from the tart to her face. Her eyes filled with curiosity at his contemplation, wondering if he took her words in another way. "It's missing something."

She blinked. "Missing? Trowa, it's a strawberry tart, this is all there is to it."

His lips held a faint grin as he shook his head. He turned around to open a cupboard and retrieved a container, turning around to face her again. "You forgot this."

Her eyes roved over the contents of the small container. She peered up at him incredulously. "Chocolate?"

"Hn," Trowa replied, taking off the top lid and coated a finger in the thick cream. Middi became entranced at the way his tongue bathed the chocolate off his finger. "Makes it sweet." He imitated her by spreading a bit unto her bottom lip, emerald orbs flickered wildly, "Forbidden sweet."

Hesitantly, Midii licked off the chocolate from her mouth and swallowed with grave difficulty. Her throat closed off any noise as Trowa's lean body pushed her far enough to pin her against the edge of the countertop. His arms shot out to both sides of her and confined her in-between them. Midii steadied herself, supporting a hand against the countertop's surface, looked at Trowa in shock.

"You like chocolate, don't you, Midii?"

She gasped as Trowa once again spread chocolate unto her lips then added strips to her neck. "Let me see how much you like it."

He seared his mouth over hers, idly licking off the chocolate from her lips. His tongue sluiced over her supple mouth. Midii squirmed helplessly in his hold, her head tilted back, welcoming the missed flavor of him. She followed his lips when they suddenly lifted off her. "Midii," he halted her seeking mouth with two fingers, "don't do that."

She jolted back against the counter, astonished at the display she put on. Inwardly, she berated herself for getting carried away so easily. Espionage self-control was not on her side today. Her chest betrayed her by rising and falling at a quick rate, her breath panting, giving away her yearning.

Trowa held her chin in his hand, his lips moved against hers, "Midii, be still."

That was an order that her body fully denied but she willed herself not to succumb. Trowa proceeded to nip, flick, and twirl his tongue on her lips. She curved her body against his, unknowingly bumping their pelvis together and whimpered for him. Trowa moved his head away, and smirked when Midii held back as told. Her hair was slightly mused, her lips swollen and slick from the shower of his tongue, her cheeks a healthy pink.

"Tilt your head to the side."

She obeyed, and instantly cried out softly when he dipped his head to suck at the offered flesh. A hand gripped the front of his front, Trowa laved at the chocolate bits along her neck. "Ah!" Midii clutched desperately on him when he nibbled the sensitive area beneath her ear. The warmth in her inner depths grew to a fiery blend. The erotic strokes of his tongue reminding her of what they could be doing.

"Trowa," she choked headily, "Trowa." His name chanted like a forbidden mantra. Midii's lids were closed, head bent towards him, her lips emitting breathless gasps that sent a shock to his lower region. "Ah!"

He lingered on her neck, audibly sucking the skin there, sure enough to leave a prominent mark afterwards. Her fingers painfully gripped his shirt tighter.

They were interrupted by the loud banging against glass. Trowa and Midii snapped their heads to the direction of the fumbling noise.

The patio door slid open with such a force that it clunked the edge. Hilde and a bare-chested Duo tumbled in, arms wildly roving over each other's body. Their mouths clearly melded together, ravaging like it was their last night. Their breathing clearly ragged, the two did not stop delving from the other's mouth. Closer inspection saw that the top button of Duo's pants lay unclasped. Without halting in their step, both skillfully walked off to the wing of the bedrooms.

Midii looked at the space previously occupied by the ravenous couple. It couldn't be…

That was the last they saw of the pair before Wufei dashed into the house from the patio door that Duo and Hilde left open. Sally was hoisted over one shoulder, her hair unbound from its familiar set of pigtails. His dark eyes were smoldering a storm. The corner of his lips held firm in what apparently seemed to be pent up wanting. He wasted no time in sparing them a glance, heading straight towards the path the previous couple had taken.

Trowa and Midii exchanged a look of bewilderment.

Not too long after, the backdoor flung open with a loud bang as it hit the wall. Heero staggered in, Relena's legs firmly locked around his waist while the pair probed into slick mouths, mercilessly, fully, and avidly. Her hands were lost in the wild mass of his dark brown hair. Heero's partly buttoned shirt appeared to be slightly damp; his chest glistened with a sheen liquid as was Relena's neck and shoulders. They, too, ignored their surroundings, fully engulfed in each other and ambled back to their respective quarters.

A thud sounded from the living room; Trowa and Midii went off to see the commotion.

Quatre had Dorothy pinned beneath him against the wall, their lips and tongues moving in a very sensual manner. Her leg glided up his calf while their arms roamed wherever they could reach, occasionally gripping the tresses in delicious agony. From the looks of their messed hair and disordered clothing, they had been at it for a while. Dorothy fumbled for the zipper of his pants while Quatre reached behind her to undo the zipper of her corset. He left their passionate kiss to suck against her throat, in which Dorothy took the chance to prod him to their room.

Scattered pieces of paper caught their eye. Midii went forward to pick up the torn parts and joined the puzzle together. Her eyes widened as she recognized it to be the contract that used to be in their favor.

Midii turned her head back to face Trowa, his expression unreadable for his bangs hid his façade from her. "Trowa?" she whispered.

The fire in her belly leapt when Trowa raised his head and gave her a lascivious grin. She yelped when her feet left the ground and she was lifted into his arms; they sped off to their bedroom.

It was not too long that the Winner estates shook with raptures of heated passion and resonated sounds of deep, satisfying fulfillment.

END…