Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Executive Orders ❯ Longing ( Chapter 1 )

Welcome to the lemony sequel to Out of Control. It isn't absolutely necessary to have read OoC first, but it might be helpful.

Chapter Summary: In which Relena thinks about Heero and catches her personal assistant in a rather compromising position. Also affectionately known as Relena on a Manhunt with Whip. ~_^ No lemon yet though.

Executive Orders
~An Out of Control Sequel~

by
Smarty Cat
smartycat9383@yahoo.com

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Part 1 -- Longing
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She missed him. It was as simple as that. She missed his rough hands stroking gently along her skin, she missed the soft tickling of his hair on her face, she missed his passion darkened eyes, she missed the warm weight of his body, she missed the hot demand of his mouth over hers . . .

"Damn it!

The riding crop in her hand struck her leg with surprising force, and a sheen of tears blanketed her eyes. The young blonde shifted the crop to her other hand and gingerly rubbed the tender spot on her thigh as she leaned against the rough brick of the palace wall.

She had to stop thinking about him. The daydreams were wonderful while they lasted, but they invariably faded, leaving her feeling empty and stranded in reality. Unfortunately the longing images would always hit at the most inopportune times, usually when she had been seated in a meeting for several hours

Can't blame a girl for fantasizing when there's nothing but stuffy old men around.

Such incidents usually led to a severely flustered Vice-Foreign Minister and a drastically shortened meeting. The other delegates, mostly older men, were baffled by her sudden mood swings and readily agreed to adjourn the council. The few other females on the council were a completely different matter. They looked at the pretty young diplomat with knowing eyes and sly grins. The escort service business card that had been discreetly slipped into her hand had been the final straw. Relena had fled in embarrassment to the palace stables and taken one of the horses out for a hard run.

Oh yeah, ride that stallion, princess. It's just a pity he's not the right one.

To further complicate matters, Relena was incredibly afraid that she was losing her mind. No one had yet gathered the courage to comment on the books about schizophrenia littering her office, but it was only a matter of time before the staff's collective curiosity became too much to bear. And she had absolutely no idea what kind of answer she would give them.

Some part of her, the part that the voice originated from no doubt, found the entire situation hilarious. It was all Heero's fault of course. He had just disappeared from the hospital after the Eve War, and she had not heard of him since. That one encounter on Libra really should not have had such a strong effect on her, but three years of repressed sexuality were bound to drive nearly anyone insane.

"Where has my self-control gone? I want it back, Heero."

Relena pushed off from the wall and raked one hand through her ponytail, catching the silk ribbon in her fingers and pulling her hair free of its confinement. She bent over and shook her head vigorously, completely unmindful of the passing Preventer who stumbled against the opposite wall at the sight of her breeches tightening over her derriere.

What had possessed her to go riding anyway? The powerful muscles rippling between her legs and rhythmic motion of the galloping stallion had done nothing to ease her condition. It had only aggravated and intensified it, bringing to mind even more vivid and tantalizing memories of that brief incident when she was fifteen and that ridiculous notion she had had that there would be another time.

Sex really does change everything, doesn't it? It's turned you into a raging closet nympho.

She crushed the ribbon in her hand and resumed her stiff stalk to her office.

"Heero, where are you? You're going to pay for doing this to me."

*****

The door flew open with a bang, startling the bespectacled blond intern and admitting a luminous, scowling goddess. With her tousled hair flowing in a golden cape down her back, wonderfully skintight and slightly damp riding clothes, flushed features, glittering eyes, and the oddly delicate way she was walking, it was no wonder that young personal assistant Ben Johnson thought that his fantasies had come to life when Relena burst through the door.

"Ben! I want the papers for the Svengali deal on my . . . what are you doing?"

As all the blood in his body was currently rushing to a place other than his brain, Ben's thought processes took longer than usual to formulate an answer. He stared at her in dazed, drooling abandon for several long moments before he became aware of what exactly was going on behind him. Then he whirled and lunged for the vidscreen in horror. Unfortunately the heady combination of fear and hormones had completely blanked his memory, and he could not locate the power switch. He did however manage to find the volume control.

Relena's gaze remained firmly focused on the monitor, ignoring both her glorified secretary's contortions as he tried to hide the images with his body and the gasps and cries of pleasure that suddenly filled the room.

Her eyes glazed over as she mumbled to herself, "That . . . isn't me, is it?" She shook off her stunned stupor. "No, of course not, it couldn't be . . . but you have some explaining to do!"

The unfortunate, flustered young man quailed under her fierce stare and turned a vibrant red as one of the figures behind him let out a particularly lusty moan.

"Ohhhhh, Relena!"

The real Vice-Foreign Minister tapped her foot impatiently, glaring at her assistant. "I'm waiting, Benjamin."

"I . . . that is . . . well . . . um . . . bad habit?"

She smiled coldly. "Smoking is a bad habit. Biting your fingernails is a bad habit. Watching porn portraying your boss during work hours is not a bad habit!"

He cringed as her voice rose to an indignant roar. "No, ma'am . . . uh, yes ma'am! You're absolutely right, Miss Relena!"

"How very kind of you to agree with me. Now if you'll just turn--"

"Oooooh, you're my hero!"

Now that's a low blow.

Relena flinched violently at the feminine shriek. Ben noted the tense set of her jaw and narrowing eyes with trepidation. She pulled him aside with exaggerated calm, and he watched in bewildered amazement as her face suddenly paled before being suffused with color when she got her first unobstructed view of the screen.

"Who exactly is my . . . partner supposed to be?" she inquired in a strangled tone.

"Well, Miss Relena, I don't really pay all that much attention to the men . . . "

"Benjamin Kyle! "

There was a distinct warning running through her tone, and the use of the dreaded middle name in conjunction with the idle tapping of the riding crop against her boot top left him torn between throwing himself at her feet and bolting for the door. Her intense gaze was noticeably predatory as she stared at the screen, and although he had finally located the power switch, he feared she would attack him if he moved toward it. He would have found her behavior quite sexy if he had not been terrified of losing his extremely coveted and well paying position.

"I don't know! It's part of a series!"

"A series?"

"Yes. It's volume six of Call Me Queen: Sexy Preventer Commander Relena."

A muscle near her left eye twitched, but her voice remained remarkably flat. "I'm not the commander of the Preventers. Une is."

"That's not the point. The series is about you . . . um . . . being . . . with various Preventers."

Relena inclined her head at the screen as she queried, "And that person is?"

"An actor." Her facial muscles tightened, and Ben backed away quickly, making appeasing motions. "Supposedly he bears a resemblance to a real Preventer the producers thought was attractive."

"I see." Relena studied the shaggy dark brown hair and vaguely Asian features of the man . . . interacting quite vigorously with her buxom counterpart.

What's the matter? Too pure and chaste to say f--

Relena snarled mentally at the voice's mocking tone.

Grouchy! Someone needs a good lay, but . . . it's very . . . interesting, isn't it?

Indeed. Intriguing and more than a little suspicious. A tiny smile curled her lips as she turned back to her still uneasy assistant. "So all of this is supposedly based on real people?"

"Um . . . yes?" Ben hazarded, perplexed at the sudden calm, almost cheerful expression his previously irate boss was showing.

"Is there one with Chang Wufei by any chance?" she asked, her voice oddly strangled.

"Yes, it's actually quite a good bondage--"

My, you do get around.

Her sudden laughter cut him off mid-sentence, and she collapsed into one of the guest chairs. Ben eased away from his position against the wall and peered at her nervously.

"Miss Relena, are you okay?"

She glanced up at him from beneath her bangs, her eyes glittering brightly. "Stop this one." She smiled. "I want to watch it from the beginning."

His jaw dropped, and his voice cracked as he yelped, "Really?!"

She could not help chuckling at his disbelieving but oddly hopeful tone and nodded.

"Miss Relena, are you sure you want to do this? It might be a little upsetting to you." He stood in front of her nervously, his hands twisting the material of his pants.

Typical male. Can't wait to get his off so that he can hop into yours.

Relena smiled charmingly as she rose from the chair. She grabbed his hands, stilling their restless movements, and stepped closer to him, angling her head so that her breath spilled across his face and softly misted his glasses. "Oh, I'm quite sure. I'm very interested in what you do with your free time." Both her smile and her grip hardened at the look of eager anticipation that appeared on his face. "Especially when it seems to involve me. You do realize that this incident in no way changes our relationship? At all."

Suddenly fearing for his position once again, Ben gulped and nodded hastily as he struggled out of her grasp. Relena calmly strolled across the room and commandeered his desk chair while he busily ensured that no one could enter the office. He returned and sat as far away from her as possible as the disk flashed back to the beginning.

After several minutes of badly contrived and horribly acted foreplay, Relena began idly spinning back and forth, dividing her attention between the couple onscreen and her babbling, fidgeting assistant. The two actors came together in carnal embrace after carnal embrace, and Relena watched them with a sort of amused horror while Ben stared fixedly at the screen in mortified longing. Afraid to enjoy himself with his employer seated primly beside him, he wriggled uncomfortably and made occasional whimpering noises while a dark blush stained his cheeks.

Relena leaned back with a wry smile as the disk finally came to an end. "Well, that was quite an . . . educational experience."

Now for some field research and hands on practice.

She smirked and stretched before turning to her frozen assistant. "Ben. Benjamin! You are not to ever engage in such activities during work hours again. What you do in your own home, however, is no concern of mine as long as it doesn't pose a threat to peace. And I would prefer it if you refrained from viewing any titles with 'me' in a starring role."

He nodded numbly and refused to look at her, closing his eyes when she stepped in front of the vidscreen.

"I'll just take this with me. Good day, Ben. And for goodness sake, go do something about that. You never know when someone important might come in."

She breezed out the office door, clutching the tiny videodisk. A small grin hovered on her face as she strode down the hallway cheerfully swinging her riding crop.

To the Preventers!

"Attractive Preventer, huh? Just a coincidence right? Nothing's ever a coincidence with him. Oh, Heero, Heero, Heero, come out, come out wherever you are!"

But first . . . fresh panties.