Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Lost Lemons:Rose in the Wind ❯ Quatre and Cheryl's Business Encounter ( Chapter 2 )

Lost Lemon: Rose in the Wind

Quatre and Cheryl's Business Encounter

By Devon Masterson

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Note: Humor me with the business talk

"I got your face painted on my heart

scrawled upon my soul, etched upon my memory.

I got your kiss still burning upon my lips,

the touch of my finger tips is left so deep inside of me," -The Cult, "Painted on my Heart"

Quatre sat in his office at Winner Enterprises going over paper work he had neglected the past couple of days. He couldn't seem to focus. There was something wrong between him and Cheryl. She seemed distant towards him lately and he had hardly seen her the past week. "Mr. Winner, you have someone from the Snow Corporation to see you," a secretary said as she opened the door.

"Excuse me," Cheryl said as she pushed passed her. "How could you?"

"You can't…"

Quatre raised a hand to let her know that it was alright. "What's wrong?"

"Winner Enterprises bought out and sold Iomega Industries one of our subsideries without my consent. I own forty-nine percent of the company and none of it's holdings can be sold without my knowledge," Cheryl pointed out. "I can't believe you would do something like this."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Quatre said as he tried to calm her down. "I needed to catch up some paper work and nothing is final without my signature." He started to look through the small stack of papers and found one that needed his signature. He held it up in front of her and tore it up. "I hate it when things like this get pass me. I'm sorry Cheryl."

Cheryl looked at him and sighed. "Thank you," she said and turned to leave.

"Wait," Quatre called out as he grabbed her arm. I've hardly seen you the past few weeks."

"I've been busy," Cheryl said quickly as she tried to pulled away from him.

Quatre tightened his grip to keep her from leaving but still maintaining his usual gentleness. "Why have you been avoiding me?"

"I haven't been avoiding you," Cheryl said as she pulled away.

"Yes you have," Quatre replied annoyed. "What's wrong, talk to me?"

"I…" her sentence trailed. She looked into his concerned eyes then looked away. "Let me go, Quatre."

His grip on her arm loosened and her arm dropped to her side. "I don't want to," he whispered. He touched her face and kissed her deeply. He half expected her to fight him, but she didn't. His strong arms surrounded her and pulled her into him as the kiss grew deeper.

"Quatre," she whispered. "Don't complicate things if you don't really mean it."

He looked into her eyes. "I mean it," he said as he pulled her to the couch. He sat her down and kneeled before her. "Let me show you how much." He kissed her again and let his hands stray down the long skirt she was wearing. His hands stole under her skirt like before. "This won't due," he said into her mouth as he felt her panties keeping him from his desire at the moment.

"Quatre, don't you dare," She warned breathlessly.

"I'll buy you your own shop," he replied ignoring her warnings. Cheryl narrowed her eyes and tried to push him away. He caught her wrists and placed them over her head. He laughed playfully in her ear before kissing her. His tongue invaded her mouth and explored every domain within it. He wanted to know every inch of her. He broke away from her and looked at her eyes. They were glazed over in pleasure.

"You owe me," she whispered.

Quatre raised an eyebrow and looked at her mischievously like he did the last time. "You're right," he said answering the unspoken challenge. He let her hands drop slowly to the side and dipped his head downward. "I want to taste you." He spread her legs almost forcefully. He wanted to watch her face when he tasted her.

Cheryl sucked in her breath as she felt his tongue lick her sensitive clitoris. He moved it back and forth slowly and started to pick up the pace. She trembled against in his as he managed to hit everything the way she liked it. Her hands drifted into his blond locks and she pushed his head down further as she felt his fingers enter as well. She could feel herself going over the edge as his tongue and fingers work in conjunction with one another. "Oh god, Quatre," she screamed without restraint as felt her orgasm claim her. She pulled his hair and arched her back before nearly doubling over on top of him.

"I'm not through yet," he declared as stood. He picked her up into his arms and sat her on top of him. He held her as she continued to come down from the sexual bliss.

"Neither am I," she replied as she looked at him with intense violet eyes. Her eyes were glazed over from after glow and hunger. She straddled him and kissed him deeply only pulling away to remove her bra and blouse. She kissed him once again this time letting her hands roam all over him. She ripped open his shirt causing a couple of the buttons to fly off somewhere. Quatre moaned from her sudden aggressiveness as she kissed his neck and chest. It was nice for her to take initiative.

"Cheryl," he moaned as she bit the part of his neck near the ear. He would not be any good to her if she kept that up. A loss of control would cut short their love making and he wanted both of them to experience as much as possible. A smiled drifted across his face as he felt her unzip his pants and settle down on top of him. "Damn you feel so good," he sighed. Her body was tightly enveloping him in warmth. He could feel her muscles working around him.

"Mmmm," she moaned as he buried his face in her chest and suckled her. He was quite the talent one, with his mouth doing one thing and his hands doing another. They stroked her behind as she moved on top of him. "Oh yes," she called out. Their pace began to quicken as Quatre grabbed her waist for leverage.

Quatre buried his face in her chest as he lost control. His initial plan was to drag everything out until she lost control, but he ended up being the one who lost it. he never expected her to take charge and turn him on so. Every time he thought he reached a plateau point with her, she showed him that they were even more levels beyond. He held her tightly as he bucked her with all his might. He could feel her starting to tremble against him. He was almost there. Almost there. Almost… "Oh god, Cheryl, I love you," he called out as he exploded into blissful nothingness. He held her tightly against him as he dealt with his own tremors.

The two fell sideways and laid panting in each others arms for what seemed like eternity. He watched her as she laid with her eyes shut. He couldn't help but stare at her as he tried to etch her upon his memory. She was positively radiant in her after glow. He touched his lips absently. He could still feel her kiss burning upon his lips and the touch of her finger tips as they roamed all over him. This was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of life with.

"What?" she asked softly.

"I'm just looking at how beautiful you are," he answered.

Cheryl blushed. "Thank you." She moved her head closer to him and kissed him lightly. She touched his face tenderly as her eyes softened. "I love you too."

© 2001 Devon Masterson

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