Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Executive Orders ❯ Hunger ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter Summary: In which Relena has lunch with *cough*on*cough* Heero. Who here likes chocolate? Show of hands please. *a wink and a smirk* I thought so. Lime warning for this one, folks! Lemon to come! (pun totally intended)

I hope you enjoy reading this latest installment as much as I enjoyed writing it. Many thanks to miaka mouse, my lovely beta-reader and honorary big sister.

Executive Orders
~An Out of Control Sequel~

bySmarty Cat
smartycat9383@yahoo.com

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Part 3 -- Hunger
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Unfinished business.

The words hung heavily in the air between them, strangely ominous in their intent. Heero stared down at the woman crouched at his feet, recognizing for the first time the significance behind her unusual attire. Riding. Riding on top. The dominant position. Unfinished business.

But, damn it all, she had handcuffed him!

The unnatural silence that had fallen over Heero's office exploded in a sudden flurry of motion. Heero snarled under his breath and lunged to break the handcuffs at his ankles only to be met with a body block from the Vice-Foreign Minister. Her unexpected and surprisingly well-executed tackle sent them sprawling to the carpeting, Relena landing hard on Heero's chest.

Heero lay stunned, staring dazedly at the ceiling and choking on a mouthful of golden hair. After a few brief moments Relena stirred from her position. Soft lips brushed across the sensitive hollow of his throat and traveled in a heated path up the side of his neck. His hands curled around Relena's hips of their own accord, drawing her pliant curves down hard against him. She hissed and nipped his ear, her hot breath sending delightful shivers down his spine. A series of light nuzzles moved across his face, and she paused above his mouth.

"I missed you, Heero," she whispered softly, her lips brushing teasingly against his with each syllable. He arced up into her touch, opening his mouth willingly against her playfulness, and their tongues swirled together, stroking and caressing, igniting the need for other parts of their bodies to take similar actions.

Hey, slow down! You haven't properly punished him yet!

Relena smiled slowly against the lips of the man beneath her, one of her hands stealthily pulling the red silk ribbon from her hair. The slick, cool material coiled easily in her palm, and she gently pulled Heero's hands away from where they were so intently exploring just how smoothly the cloth of her breeches hugged her backside. Their fingers twined together as she raised his arms above his head, and she rocked her hips against his as she twisted the ribbon around his wrists.

A sweet stab of pleasure shot through Heero's body as Relena moved against him with a light moan. He felt strangely cold and vulnerable when she suddenly pulled away and started to reach for her. A sudden pressure tightened around his wrists with the movement, and he froze, noting the satisfaction that lit Relena's gaze. Slowly, very slowly, he tilted his head back while slightly raising his arms. The muscles in his shoulders tightened at the awkward position, and his face hardened to match when he saw the red ribbon wound tightly about his hands mocking him. His eyes narrowed angrily. He flexed his hands, preparing to worry and rip at his bonds, when a dainty feminine hand covered them.

"Don't bother to struggle. They'll only get tighter, and since I quite like your hands I'd hate for you to lose them," Relena stated with calm logic, her fingers gently stroking across the silken binding.

"Why?" Heero bit out, his eyes blazing with blue fire.

Relena cocked her head to one side. "I'm very upset with you." She frowned and withdrew her hand. "You've never written, called, visited, or done anything that could remotely be considered an attempt to communicate with me. You'll have to work to get back into my good graces." She cast a glance at her watch. "And you've already wasted fifteen minutes of my time. It's a good thing I took a long lunch break . . . which reminds me," her gaze settled on him, a distinctly predatory glint in her eyes, "I'm hungry."

"Relena . . ."

She ignored his warning tone as she calmly leaned over his body, snagging her bag and drawing it over to them before settling herself comfortably sideways on his stomach. Relena crossed her legs daintily, giving the captive man beneath her quite a nice view of her thighs and patted his knee companionably in response to his unceasing glare.

"Don't worry, Heero. I'll share if you want."

He remained still and tense beneath her, anger radiating off of every tensed muscle in nearly tangible waves that Relena chose to ignore. The bonds were mostly an act; he could easily escape from them at any time he chose. Just not without hurting Relena in the process. He would cut off his own hand before he would willingly raise it against the infuriating, sandwich-eating woman currently using him as a chair. And, well, the silk was being rather stubborn in giving way . . .

Relena finished her sandwich and daintily licked her fingers free of crumbs, casting an amused glance at Heero as he unconsciously licked his lips when his eyes focused on her tongue twining around her fingers.

"Would you like something, Heero?"

His hungry gaze quickly darted away from her mouth, and he stared stonily at the wall beyond her.

"No?" Relena idly rummaged through her bag. "Too bad."

As her fingers closed over the object she sought, she suppressed a grimace. She absolutely hated cucumbers.

The things women do for their men . . .

Relena inserted the distasteful thing into her mouth very slowly, teasing its tip with her tongue before wrapping her lips around it snugly. She closed her eyes against the dark, dangerous fever that had appeared in Heero's gaze and gulped nervously as she felt the muscles beneath her tighten further. Anticipation coursed singing through her veins, and she shivered delightedly as she began rhythmically sucking on the cucumber.

Heero's face schooled itself into intense concentration as he carefully picked at the knots on his wrists. The incredibly, disturbingly erotic sight of the cucumber disappearing into her mouth made him think of other things that could also fit in there, and he wanted to be untied now, damn it! He froze in surprise when Relena's eyes suddenly snapped open and she tossed the cucumber away before standing up and stepping a short distance away. He felt strangely bereft without her warm weight on his body, and a vague feeling of alarm flashed in his consciousness as he feared that the fun--torture, that is, the torture was over.

Heero needn't have worried.

Relena cast a quick glance at the clock. Good, they still had enough time. She tapped one finger idly against her teeth as she eyed her bag. "Now for dessert." She frowned cutely. "Hmm, this could get rather messy."

Two slender hands rose, slowly fingering the buttons on her riding jacket. She carefully teased the buttons through their holes, nonchalantly shrugging out of the red cloth and letting it fall to the floor. Then she sat gracefully in the chair and in an impressive display of flexibility twisted her legs up in the air and removed her tall boots. Relena arched her back as she languidly rose from the chair and sighed softly as she pulled her shirt over her head. Heero's eyes widened as the white lace of her bra became visible, and he squirmed against his bonds. Relena winked at him as she skimmed her hands over her breasts and ran them teasingly down her stomach to the waist of her breeches. She eased the clinging material over her hips with a sensuous little wriggle and stepped free.

"Disappointed, Heero?" She traced one finger over the lace of her matching high-cut panties. "The thong seemed to upset you before so I decided these were an acceptable substitute." She spun slowly in front of him before cocking her head and asking with wide-eyed innocence, "Heero, do you think I'm fat?"

He snarled up at her from his prone position, a feral glint in his dark eyes, and said with exaggerated slowness and force, "Relena, you're making maintaining my self-control very difficult."

That's the point, you dolt.

Relena merely smiled at his threatening tone and bent over her bag, cheerfully waggling her bottom just for him. She pulled out a tube of frosting and ran it gently over her lips.

"Do you like chocolate?"

Heero's jaw set stubbornly, and he remained silent. Relena shrugged. "It doesn't really matter anyway." She straddled his stomach and stroked her fingers slowly through his hair. "I love chocolate."

She curled her fingers around the zipper of his jacket and slowly slid it down, before brushing the thick material aside to reveal the light cotton of his tank top. Relena lightly stroked her hands over the planes of his chest and stomach, feeling his muscles quiver with each downward movement.

"If I untie you will you be a good boy and not run away like you always do?" Heero refused to reply, challenging her with his glare. Relena sighed ruefully. "I didn't think so. Oh well."

She fisted her hands in the material low on his stomach and yanked, untucking his shirt from his pants and rolling the signature green cloth up to his collarbone. Relena's eyes widened appreciatively, marveling at the expanse of toned male that was bared to her hungry gaze. Heero had grown up a bit in the years since she had seen him last.

Yummmmmmy! I wonder if anything else has grown . . .

Relena added her mental agreement as she hefted the tube of icing. She ran her palm down his abdomen, watching his muscles ripple in response, and went to work. After several quiet moments disturbed only by their ragged breathing she pulled away to admire her handiwork.

A stick figure, graced with a crown atop its head, stood boldly among a haloing burst of chocolate stars. Relena scooped a bit of icing onto the tip of her finger and thrust the digit in Heero's mouth, watching his face carefully as he reflexively licked the confection off. She slowly drew her finger from his mouth and teasingly stroked it across her lower lip before raising it to her mouth and giving it a sultry lick of her own.

Relena bowed her head as she scooted across Heero's body, laving her tongue across his heated skin. An odd combination of the natural salty tang of his skin and the contrasting rich, sweet flavor of the icing filled her mouth, and she shuddered lightly, feeling her pulse increase. His abdominal muscles tensed and fluttered beneath her questing mouth, and small sounds of pleasure escaped him despite his best efforts.

It appears other parts of his body are beyond his control as well . . .

Indeed, a hard bulge in his pants pressed against the exposed curves of her breasts. Relena snaked one arm between their bodies and caressed him through his clothes.

"Are you willing to cooperate now?" she purred, delicately tracing her tongue over the small, stiff peak of his nipple.

He exhaled on a harsh groan, and his voice was strained, "Get off me."

"Now, now, Heero, you're in no position to give orders." She accentuated her rebuke with a sharp nip to the side of his pectoral.

"Relena, you have five seconds before I attack you."

Is that a threat or a promise?

"Five . . ."

Relena's hand wormed its way inside Heero's pants.

"Four . . ."

Her fingers closed over the smooth, hard surface she sought.

"Three . . ."

She gave it an experimental stroke as she pulled her body up Heero's torso.

"Two . . ."

Her nose brushed lightly against his as she positioned her mouth just above his, and she flicked her tongue against his lips playfully. Heero's mouth opened to form the final syllable.

"One," Relena breathed against his lips before catching them in a bruising kiss. Her hand arched above their heads as she drove Heero's pocketknife through the silken ribbon binding his hands.

His eyes widened as he felt the material loosen and fall away, the blood flow returning to his stiff fingers. His arms came up, wrapping themselves around her lithe form, and he flexed his hands against her skin. She tasted sharp and sweet, of chocolate and Relena and something that was a little bit of himself.

He wanted her.

Relena gasped when Heero suddenly wrenched his mouth away from her. She found herself pinned under his body as their positions were abruptly reversed. It lasted only for the briefest moment however. Heero's weight lifted, and he rolled to his feet, bending and snapping the handcuffs around his ankles. The former Gundam pilot rose to his full height, and he stared down at the flushed, dazed, and mostly naked woman on his office floor with cold blue eyes.

"I will obey all orders."