Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ One Night: A Milliardo and Lady Une Lemon ❯ One-Shot

GW and its characters don't belong to me but to Sunrise/SOTSU Bandai etc.etc.

This fic was inspired by the GW episode (can't remember the number). The episode where Zechs is at the moon base as Milliard Peacecraft and there he meets Lady Une the diplomat, not the soldier. Those two are the ones this romance is happening between, not Zechs and Col. Une. I just thought there was a kind sweetness, a possible mild attraction between their alter egos that I felt like exploring. So after six months of being on the back burner I finally decided to finish it.

Milliardo sipped his wine and narrowed his eyes. His sky baby blues were doing a poor job of trying to hide the fact that they had been fixed upon Lady Une through the entire meal.

"Why do you keep staring at me sir?" Her voice was soft with a shy quality to the tone.

Milliard smiled warmly, realizing he was making her feel a little embarrassed and uneasy. "My apologies Miss Une. It's just you were nothing like I expected."

She looked at him with confused, yet beautiful, doe brown eyes and tilted her head. "How, how did you expect me to be Mr. Peacecraft?"

He was still smiling and there was a light airiness to his words. "Nothing. Never mind. And please, call me Millardo."

"And you, Milliardo, can call me Lady."

"And, a lovely one at that." Her lashes fluttered as she averted her gaze from his. Unsure of what to say she only smiled demurely.

Milliardo resisted his urge to chuckle at her, knowing it would only cause more embarrassment and so he broke the tension by raising his glass to gesture a toast. "To the future peace of earth and space."

Her eyes met his again as she raised her own glass and nodded. "To the future peace of earth and space."

The awkward silence fell back upon them as they lowered their glasses. Une averted her gaze from Milliardo's once again blaming the wine for the heat that was building up inside of her body. But, she also had to admit how gorgeous Milliard Peacecraft really was. She took a chance and looked up at him, catching her breath silently seeing him casually brush his platinum blonde bangs out of his eyes. "I hope you find you meal satisfactory. The cooks here are far from gourmets."

Being a soldier means obtaining an iron gut thought Milliardo as he dabbed his lips with his napkin and laid the linen cloth on the table. "That has been the best meal I've had in a long while, Lady, thank you for your hospitality."

Lady mimicked his motions with her napkin. "I'm glad you feel comfortable here Milliardo." She cleared her throat to try and mask her forming smile with her hand.

"Why are you covering up your smile? It's quite engaging. Beautiful women should always wear smiles." Milliardo caught himself, wondering why he had suddenly felt the urge to become such a terrible flirt with Lady Une. He was actually being charming and romantic but, he was after all being Milliardo Peacecraft and Milliardo Peacecraft was not Zechs Marquise. However, he had also become rather entranced by the Une that he was seeing before him now. She was a far cry from the Colonel Une that he had come to know. This Une, the diplomatic ambassador, was graceful, delicate and strikingly beautiful, in spirit as well as body.

She rose from the table and walked over to him. "Would you like to take a small tour of the base here?"

He gulped down the last of his third glass of wine, knowing he'd had maybe just a tad to much as he felt more than a little buzzed. He was ashamed to admit that he had always had a low tolerance for the spirits. He stood up and walked past her, stopping to stand in front of the floor length window that looked out into the vastness of space. "I apologize. But I don't feel like any tours tonight."

She walked over and stood beside him. "Would you like to retire to your room then, Milliardo?" He kept his silence and continued to stare out into space.

"I've been out in space for quite awhile and I've realized how quiet it is. On earth it's never quiet, even if you find a secluded place in the country somewhere, there are always the birds or the wind."

"You sound like you prefer the solitude and silence of space."

"On the contrary, Lady, I find it quite unsettling. I've always preferred solitude and did whatever I could in my power to obtain it. But now, being in space so long, I only feel loneliness. It's as if I'm an outcast from the human race itself." He peered over at her for a second, her eyes that were just seconds ago sparkling with contentment, now were sparkling with tears. He reached out to touch her but then withdrew his hand. "I'm sorry if I said anything to upset you Lady."

She pulled a handkerchief out of her suit pocket and dabbed it at her eyes, shaking her head. "No, Milliardo, you've not upset me. It's just that I never thought anyone else felt the same way. Maybe it's because we both come from earth that we feel more like outcasts in space."

He took both of her hands in his and looked down into her eyes. This time he ignored his inner voice that warned him against touching her, let alone, what he was about to do. Leaning down into her he touched his lips to her lips. She stood there wide-eyed and a little stunned at the advance, but made no attempt to evade it. In fact, she was encouraging the kiss to continue and deepen but then, slight fear and panic got the better of her and she pulled away. Milliardo apologized once again.

"It's quite all right." She felt herself blushing a little.

She allowed him to stroke her cheek, noticing how calloused even his fingertips were, but still his touch was gentle. "I don't intend to make promises I can't or don't want to keep, but what I am offering to you Lady," he took a breath, "is, that for one night I would like to forget my loneliness, and, help ease yours."

Her gaze fell down to the floor, knowing if she continued to stare into his heavenly blue eyes, filled with the warmth and the passion of the moment she would surrender herself to him, body and soul.

"Look at me Lady, and tell me this isn't what you want or need and I'll leave right now." She opened her mouth to speak, but could not find her voice, or the words. She then did what she had told herself not to do; she looked back into his eyes.

Her fingers tangled into his long locks of white gold as she brought herself up to his lips. His arms wrapped around her, lifting her up and supporting her against his tall frame; the tips of her toes were barely brushing the floor. They broke the kiss briefly to look at each other again, as if trying to decide what both of them were contemplating was the wise thing to do. They threw their caution to the wind and came back together, not caring about tomorrow, only wanting tonight. It was that kiss that sealed their fate; there was no turning back for either of them.

Lady Une's heart skipped a beat as she now found herself being carried in Milliardo's arms to the bed. He placed her down gently and gazed upon her, undressing her with his eyes, before sitting down beside her to undress her with his hands as well.

"Yes." She sighed as an affirmation to herself more so than Milliardo. She and Milliardo were kindred spirits of sorts. Two lost souls in the vastness, confusion and loneliness of space, clinging to the only shred of sanity that they had at this moment, each other. She gasped and her eyes grew wide and she realized she was suddenly naked and on her back with Milliard, who was naked as well. He was lain out beside her and the top half of his body caged over her. She squirmed out from under him and covered herself in a moment of insecurity and shame.

"Why are you hiding yourself from me Lady?"

She searched once again for words to answer his question that held a bit of confusion in the tone. "It's me. I'm sorry if anything displeases you, I..."

His face looked shocked for a second. He then realized that she had been Colonel Une for so many years that, even if she did not know the other personality existed, it had still neglected the very beautiful and desirable woman that had been trapped underneath all of the layers of duty. Her eyes looked at him as if unsure of what his silence meant. Milliardo quickly reassured her with his soft, searing gaze as he cupped his hands over hers to slide them away from her body. "Nothing here disappoints me in the least, on the contrary everything about you is absolutely...perfect." He leaned over her body to kiss her again more passionately and tenderly then he had done so before. He placed his hands on the sides of her face cupping her chin, smoothing her cheekbones with his thumbs.

In response to his caress she glided her hands gently up and down his back reeling from the feel of the solidity yet suppleness of his muscles there, in fact she realized for the first time just how well built Milliardo truly was. There seemed to be no fat on him whatsoever only hard, lean muscle, toned so that with every movement of his body those very muscles rippled with strength against his lanky, tall body. "It is you, Milliardo, who are truly beautiful...and perfect." She whispered, her voice somewhat husky. Lady pursed her lips together as Milliardo placed a long slender finger to them.

"The night is not as long as it seems. There will be time for words later." She nodded her head in agreement and his finger slid away from her mouth, joining with his other fingers to smooth their way down her body followed closely by his lips, tongue and teeth. She made no attempt to push him away or to leave; Milliardo took this as a good sign and continued with his ministrations.

His left hand cupped underneath her right breast and his thumb flicked across its nipple. Her fingers instinctively entwined to tangle themselves in his waist-length blonde hair and she arched her back to meet him as he suckled upon her, his teeth nipping, his tongue soothing. Lady rolled her head back and forth on the pillow and moaned out loud as Milliardo's mouth left one breast to tend to the other. She then felt his free hand gliding down to the apex of her body; his nimble fingers were at work again, parting the folds of her vaginal flesh. His thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing it in circular motions as his other fingers dipped into the entrance of her love canal. He drove them deep inside of her until they reached what he knew was her most sensitive spot. He then began to tickle her from the inside.

Crying out, Lady tried to buck up against Milliardo but found her body to be mostly immobilized, being held firmly down by the weight of his. He sensed her desperation to move and raised his head. His mouth left her breasts as he pulled himself up a little until he was face to face with her; his eyes were drilling into her very soul.

"One of the most amazing and breathtaking sights to see is that of a woman's face as she orgasms." He kissed a path from her cheek to her earlobe and whispered in her ear, taking note of her short raspy breaths. "And it is even more delightful and fulfilling when it is the face of an exquisitely beautiful woman." The combination of his seething sex laced words and his fingers still masterfully stroking her from the inside caused her body to convulse with waves of tingling sensations despite the firm grip he had on her body.

She closed her eyes and saw the flashing lights of passion as she arched her back and flung her head to the side, crying out her lover's name. Her bottom lip was trembling as she tried desperately to relax her body and her breathing. When she felt as close to normal as possible she fluttered open her eyes and caught him staring at her, as if entranced by what he had just witnessed. "Breathtakingly amazing...and beautiful." Milliardo growled and roughly jerked her body down under him a little more. He took her in another heated osculation, poising his body above her as his sex, ready and straining, waited at the opening of her cavity. Lady's head began to spin again with great anticipation but, before the act could be completed they were broken apart, startled as they heard banging on the room's door.

"Lady Une! Ma'am! We heard you scream! Are you all right in there? Lady Une answer or we'll break down the door!"

"No!" Lady caught herself not meaning to sound so panicked. "I mean. I am fine. It was merely a dream. Now leave me at once in peace. If I need you I will call for you."

"Are you sure ma'am?" The man's voice sounded apprehensive.

"Positive. I thank you for your concern but it is not necessary."

"As you wish ma'am."

Lady and Milliardo stayed embraced in one another's arms keeping silent until they felt the guards were gone; both of them began to chuckle somewhat feeling as if they were teenagers that had just been caught on prom night. Lady then grew serious. "I apologize for my guards Milliardo."

He just smiled back somewhat amused and serious at the same time. "It's good to know you have loyal men to protect you." They caught each other's gaze as Milliardo, his light blue eyes still twinkling with amusement, spoke. "Shall we take up where we were so rudely interrupted?"

Lady smiled sheepishly as she gazed back at him amused as well. "But it appears the distraction has cost you a little." She spoke softly stroking his now half limp member with her hands; her eyes seemed to darken as she began to lean into him. "Why not allow me to help you gain back your loss."

The former prince chuckled and rolled on his back, Une rolled with him so that now she straddled him. Without words she began to place strategic kisses down along the hot spots of his body, lingering kisses, wet kisses and kisses that every now and then would be joined by a nip here a nip there and cause Milliardo's body to tense and jerk with pleasurable sensations.

Seething air through his teeth, he tightened the grip that he had on the sheets underneath him as he now found his sex was engulfed inside of Lady's mouth. Her tongue stroked the underside of his girth as her hands gently squeezed the balls of his scrotum. He closed his eyes realizing how he, even though very well schooled in the art of lovemaking, had been placing the desire for the battle over the desire of the body, for way, to long. But, he also realized if he did not stop what Lady was doing the night would be cut entirely to short. He gingerly eased Lady off of his sex as he brought himself to a sitting position and then, he kissed her, his tongue replacing his phallus in her mouth. Milliardo ignored his own taste as his powerful body pushed Lady onto her back with him atop her once again.

His hands then slid underneath her buttocks as his knee parted her legs. Blue eyes caught brown eyes and with a mere look he silently asked her permission and she granted it with a slight nod and a gentle smile. He no longer hesitated and penetrated her quickly in one smooth motion so that he was buried inside of her up to the hilt. Noticing her sudden gasp of shock, he waited a moment until he felt her body relax under him. She had not been a virgin, but it had been quite a long while since she had been so intimate with a man. Deciding that it was time to move, he pulled his sex almost all of the way out of her body only to rush it right back in, this time with a little more force. Milliardo continued to repeat the motion until he had built up a strong, steady rhythm that he knew for sure would bring both of them to the heights of ecstasy and escape.

All of Lady's defenses and insecurities were forgotten and lost with the feel of his heated member embedded deep inside of her. His movements then began and her body and mind gave in even more so, swallowed completely, being totally consumed in the nerve tingling sensations that ran from their endings down deep inside her lower body. Each of his powerful strokes fed the flames of her burning passions within and she clung to him desperately, whimpering at times and crying out his name. The flames suddenly began to burn hotter, building up with sexual heat until she reached the peak of it all.

Lady came violently, her vision darkening and her breathing stilling but only for a second. The euphoric feeling from the sexual high was beginning to leave her descending her back to reality but, she was not ready for it to go quite yet and she clamped her legs around Milliardo so that he was held captive inside of her.

Milliardo whispered her name into the curve of her slender neck inhaling the sweet fragrance of her dark hair that smelled of flower blossoms. His mind was finding it hard to hold a thought and he slumped a little holding his large frame off of her body by his bent arms unable, or more so, unwilling to fight against the restraints of Lady Une's legs that held him firmly within her. Squeezing his eyes shut tightly, he concentrated on the experience, ingraining it into his memory. He had come to the conclusion a long while ago that coupling with a woman was the closest his damned soul would ever get to seeing heaven.

The cramping in her legs finally forced Lady to part them and lower them down to the bed, freeing Milliardo from their embrace. The proof of their union seeped from Lady as he slowly pulled himself out of her. As he began to roll onto his back he brought his doe eyed angel along with him so that she curled against him on her side. With her head resting on his shoulder and an arm and leg draping over his body she snuggled closer to him. "No regrets Milliardo?" Une asked, her fingers stoking the fine hairs on his chest.

Milliardo's grip tightened around her a little. "No regrets. Except knowing that eventually this night will end."

"Yes," Lady agreed, sadly, "we've to many other obligations that deny us anymore than this night." She felt his arm slide out from under her as he came to hover over her body once more, his face close to hers, their noses almost touching.

"Then we must make the most of the little time we have."

"And so we shall." Lady breathed as she tilted her head up and lifted it off of the pillow until her lips met once more with his.

THE END