Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Penthouse Gundam ❯ Fine Dining ( Prologue )

Hiyee! I'm back with another DxH lemon, yay! I have to give credit to Sabacat because Penthouse Gundam was her idea and I'm just borrowing it for a bit (go check out her fics, they're amazing!). This is in the P.O.V. of Hilde, by the way and very PWP.

WARNING: This fic is a LEMON. That means it contains SEX. EXPLICIT SEX. It you don't want to see SEX then the time to leave is now. Otherwise, don't flame me about it.

Very VERY AU.

Disclaimer: Seriously, does anybody read these things? Oh fine, I don't own GW or Penthouse.

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PENTHOUSE GUNDAM:

Fine Dining

Dear Penthouse,

The fact of the matter was that I was bored. I was very very bored. Actually, I was extremely, seriously, intensely bored. If something didn't happen soon, I was going to stab someone with this very expensive looking steak knife…

You would have done the same thing if you had been as bored as I was…well, maybe not.

They had been on the same topic for nearly half and hour now and it was driving me nut! I mean, who really cares about the garbage disposal system of Scandinavia? I sighed. I shifted in my chair. I fiddled with my napkin. I sighed again.

B-O-R-E-D.

I should never have taken Relena up on that offer for dinner. Although, I had to admit, it would have been different if it were just the two of us, in some loud sport's bar somewhere, eating messy barbecued spare ribs and drinking beer, trying to pick up guys. I have nothing against the Queen of the World. She can be pretty damn interesting when she wants to be…

But it just so happened that tonight was the delegate's meeting right before the week of the Senate and Relena had to play host to three of these diplomats tonight. She had asked, no begged me to attend this dinner party with her at Chez Pierre's in order to keep her company and I, like a fool, agreed.

I wiggled uncomfortably in my chair, trying to mentally block out the completely uninteresting conversation happening around me. It was hard. There was the Russian Ambassador on her right, chubby and loud with big red cheeks that looked like they were about to explode at any second…I secretly nicknamed him Balloon.

What? I wasn't exactly feeling charitable at the moment…hey you would've too! I also had nicknames for the other two. The Egyptian Ambassador was dark haired with a thick curly black beard. He never stopped glowering for a second, his eyes almost scary looking. I named him the Psycho. And the one beside Relena, the Hungarian Ambassador, he had a long pointy nose and small beady eyes that shifted nervously about every time you spoke to him. Slimy looking bastard. He was definitely The Rat.

Presently the trio were arguing-er discussing the best way to dispose of chemical wastes inside a large city. Relena looked faintly miserable but she was holding her own, adding her input to the topic with clear and concise points. I, on the other hand, couldn't even have pretended that I cared less about the whole deal. I was busy trying not to die of boredom.

I picked up the menu and scanned it for the tenth time, even though I was sure of my meal choices for the evening. It was just something to do. Over the menu, my eyes travelled around the room, discreetly classifying the other people in the posh restaurant. Old ladies wearing far too much make-up and fur stoles, showing off their diamonds and gossiping up a storm, hoards of men in business suits, entertaining clients, young debutantes hoping to catch one on these successful young business men…

Oh wait, here was something interesting. A cute waiter! No, not just cute…gorgeous! He was dressed in the standard simple black slacks and white shirt that made up the waiting staff's uniform, but with subtle differences. For one thing, the slacks fit him snugly, showing off a pair of long, lean legs leading up to a smooth, tight ass. It looked totally pinchable! Plus his slightly blowsy white shirt floated and pooled gently around his strong looking arms. The top button was undone and the collar exposed a gleam of bronze skin that was exceptionally tantalising. His long, chestnut coloured hair was gathered into a ponytail behind him and when he moved, the tip brushed his butt enticingly. I wet my lips and swallowed hard.

My, my, my…this dinner might be worth coming after all. Pun intended.

My eyes finally travelled upwards to his face…hey, can you blame me for taking my time? There was a lot more…interesting stuff down below to look at. His mouth was full and soft, the peach coloured lips curving into a half-smirk as I continued to watch. Then I glanced up further into his eyes. Uh oh. Big mistake.

His eyes were amazing! Big violet and full of hidden mischief and promises, they sparkled. And they were looking right at me.

He knew. He knew that I had been looking. He probably also knew exactly where I was looking judging by the way his smirk turned into a full blown wicked smile. I felt my face flush and buried my head in my menu again with a squeak, praying to just sink into the floor or something.

No such mercy was awarded me. In fact, when I peaked out from behind my menu again I found that my cute waiter had actually moved closer. Oh please don't tell me…

"Hi my name's Duo and I'll be your waiter for the evening. Can I start you off with something to drink? We have an excellent variety of wines to offer."

I groaned softly to myself and carefully gathered the courage to put the menu down and look at him. He was smiling knowingly at me. Dammit.

"I'll have a sherry," piped up the Balloon. The Rat followed suit. Psycho seemed to consider his options for a few moments before eerily replying with his request for a martini on the rocks. Relena smiled at the waiter and ordered a club soda with a lime. I hid a giggle with my hand.

Relena never drinks while conducting business. She says that it's inappropriate. That might be true, but I think it has more to do with the fact that the former Queen of the World's tolerance level is almost nil. She had one glass of champagne at the New Year's eve party last year and ended up dancing topless on the buffet table with a rose between her lips…it's a good thing that was a private party…

The waiter…Duo, wrote everyone's order down and then turned to me.

"And what do you desire?" he asked, voice low and seductive, his violet stare pinning me effectively.

I stammered and fumbled around for an answer, sounding like a complete fool. He ignore my stutterings and leaned over me, reaching a long fingered hand down over my shoulder to point out a name on the wine list I was presently holding clenched in my white hands. His breath blew hotly on my ear as he said, "There's a very nice white wine that I think would suit you. Fruity, not too dry, and sweet…"

I swallowed and then stammered that that would be fine. He grinned and gathered up our menus.

"I'll be right back with your drinks," he assured, and then he was gone, leaving me to die of embarrassment.

I gave a significant look to Relena, which she totally missed due to the fact that the Rat was presently trying to start an argument with the Psycho over the merits of incineration as a disposal method, which was not a good idea considering the build that guy had. I was apparently on my own.

After a few moments, the hot waiter came back, carrying the drinks on a small tray balanced easily in his hands. I wonder what else he could do easily with those hands…eep! No hentai thoughts!

He placed my drink I front of me with a wicked smirk, letting his fingers linger a little to long on the glass as he murmured, "I hope it will be to your satisfaction, Miss."

It was impossible to blush deeper. At least, I thought it was impossible. Oh dear, dear, it was getting too hot in here! When he asked to take my order he flashed me a dazzling smile, violet eyes sparkling with mischief. I had completely forgotten what I wanted.

Well no, that was a lie. I knew exactly what I wanted. But there wasn't actually a dish called "fuck-the-waiter" on the menu, although I could make out some interesting drink names. Sex on the beach, orgasm, a long comfortable screw against the wall, hmm…

Oh my god, why was I so fucking horny? It had to be that damn waiter's fault with his hot body, cute ass, and gorgeous eyes…damn! I needed to breathe.

I ordered something French-sounding and then excused myself from the table, moving in the direction of the ladies' room. I could feel his eyes following me but I refused to look back.

When I finally made it inside the door I leaned back on it and breathed a huge sigh of relief. I went over to the large mirror and examined myself. My normally messy black curls had been smoothed back and restrained in sparkly blue clips. I few stray wisps still curved themselves around my blush stained cheeks and I secured them behind my ears hastily. My lipstick was still in place; a rosy pinkish-hue that Relena assured was my best colour. I patted my face with a little water and watched as my furious blush receded into my normal peachy skin tone.

I backed up a bit to get a better look at the whole picture. I was wearing a sexy little cocktail dress; black with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline, with a short little flared skirt that flounced when I walked. I wore no panty hose, that stuff irritates the hell out of me and besides, it's was mid-June, no reason to confine myself in its nylon grasp. On my feet were my four-inch fuck-me heels, also black and on my shoulder dangled my beaded black purse. My outfit was, in my friend Dorothy's words, damn skippy. She was with me when I bought the dress and assured me as soon as I put it on that I was "hot shit". Dorothy's got a way with words.

As soon as I had composed myself enough, I opened the door to the ladies' preparing to endure another hour and a half of boring conversation. Instead, I found myself face to face with my cute waiter. He was waiting for me.

Eyes wide, I pressed myself back against the door, fully intending to run back inside and hide in a stall like I used to do in third grade when the school bully's were on the prowl. But he grabbed onto my wrist, preventing my escape. I let out a squeak of surprise, shocked by his audacity, but a little part inside of me couldn't help but revel in the strong touch of his silky skin on my wrist. He turned my hand over, palm up, and bowed his head pressing a gentle kiss to the pulse point.

I might have let out a whimper. I'm not too sure, since my head was kinda fuzzy at that point.

"Come with me," he whispered. "I've got something to show you."

He tugged gently on my arm. I followed, helplessly. Hey, you would have done the same thing if he'd just kissed you!

He led me past the maitre-d who was busy yelling at another busboy who had dropped a glass of water all over the floor, past the kitchen where pots and pans clanged loudly against eachother and the sizzle of stir-fry combined with other cooking noises, down some stairs into a musty room that looked like it might be a basement.

When I asked him where we were he laughed and pointed to the sidewall where row upon row of barrels were stacked.

Of course. The wine cellar. What else?

Feeling kind of awkward and more than a little nervous, I bit my lower lip and glanced at him out from the corner of my eye. He was just staring at me. I didn't know what the hell I was supposed to do in this situation…this never happened before, I'm sure I would have remembered if it did.

"So…uh…" I mumbled, trying to come up with conversation so there wouldn't be this silence at least. "…uh…your name's Duo?"

He stayed absolutely still, watching me with those intense violet eyes, and I felt like a complete moron. Then something changed and he moved, quicker then I would have imagined. A second later I found myself pressed up again the back of one of the wine caskets with one of his arms wrapped around my waist and the other one playing in my hair, taking out the clips.

"Nope," he said simply.

I couldn't breathe. I'd forgotten what I asked him, his hands providing a very effective distraction to the cold wood biting into the skin of my back.

"I-I…wha-"

His kiss interrupted my confused questions, which was all right because I didn't really want to talk anyway. Oh he tasted so good! His mouth was soft and it fit perfectly over my own slightly parted lips. His tongue darted out to lick my bottom lip and I gasped, allowing him to slip into my mouth and explore its recesses thoroughly. Only after he had tasted every inch of my mouth did he pull back, grinning wickedly.

"I'm Shinigami," he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against the sensitive shell making my insides turn to liquid. I felt slightly dizzy, I couldn't answer him.

Ignoring my lack of articulation, he began to press small kisses on my jaw, my neck, travelling down to my collarbone where he lightly scraped his teeth over my skin. I jumped a bit at the small pain and then moaned out loud when he suckled the stinging flesh, the conflicting pleasure/pain creating new sensations deep in my womb.

While his talented mouth took care of my upper body, his hands also busy, burying in the folds of my skirt, reaching up under to take hold of my hips and pull me closer. I could feel his straining erection through the thin fabric of my dress and ground my self against him, teasingly. He growled and crushed my lips to his; hands diving into the back of my lacy black panties to grab at my ass.

Now it was a strange thing how fate led me to wear those panties today. I mean, I have tons of black lace ones, but these were special. They were only held on by ribbons of black satin that were done up in bows at the sides; very easily taken off without a bit of effort.

That clinched it. The Gods wanted this coupling. And hey, who am I to disagree with the Gods?

He undid the ribbons and the panties were tossed on the floor and kicked away from us. I gasped as he roughly pulled up my skirt and thrust two fingers deep into my wetness. Moaning, I moved back on his fingers, wanting more friction then he was giving me. I was almost there when he suddenly pulled away, withdrawing his fingers. My eyes opened and I glared at him.

He seemed unaffected by my murderous glance. Smiling, he held up his fingers, still sticky with my juices, and licked them experimentally.

Oh God…his smile turned absolutely evil!

He lapped up another drop of fluid from the ends of his fingers and then held them out to my lips for me to taste. Never taking my gaze from his own violet stare, I obeyed, licking and sucking on his fingers, tasting myself on him.

Bringing a hand to cup the back of my head firmly, he brought my lips down to his own, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. My knees felt so weak, I was sure I was going to fall over. Then he swiftly tore his mouth from mine, gripping my forearms firmly. I caught his grin before he turned me completely around, slipping one hand under my stomach to support my hips. Bending me over, he flipped my skirt up over my hips and I heard the definite sound of a zipper unzipping before I felt something hard and hot nudge my entrance.

I barely had time to think before he thrust inside me, his pulsing dick sheathed deep in my heat. I arched back into him and moaned loudly, wanting him to move.

He didn't disappoint me. He started a series of thrusts, hard fast and perfect: withdrawing almost fully before slamming back in. Crying out, I tried to push myself back on him further, bracing my arms on the wine casket in front of me. The sensation was so fine, the setting so erotic, his possession so full, I was seeing stars. The edges of my vision blacked out slightly and I arched as far as I could towards him. When his hand came around and dove into my heat, pinching my clit, that was the last straw. I came hard and fast, screaming in ecstasy. He pumped into to me two more times before releasing his hot seed into me, grunting as we both sank to the floor on our knees, breathing hard.

He recovered first, doing up his pants and standing up casually. For a minute I was afraid that he would leave without saying one word to me. But he came over to where I was still crouched down on the floor and smiled, brushing my sweat-dampened hair out of my eyes.

"It has been my pleasure to serve you, Miss," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of my hand like a gentleman…but I knew he was anything but.

I caught my breath.

"Night's not over yet," I said lightly. "I still have to order desert."

Laughing, he helped me to my feet and we began the search for my panties which were somehow lost in our…encounter. Unfortunately, we couldn't find them in the low light and I was afraid that we might be discovered if we stayed much longer so I shoved my dress as far down over my hips as it would go and walked uncomfortably back to the table where Relena and the Senators were still in debate over garbage disposal. I sighed and plopped back into my seat, wincing at the soreness in my rear but grinning at the thought of what caused that soreness. Relena gave me a strange look as if to say, "what took you so long?"

I gave her back a look that said, "I'll tell you later."

After a few minutes, Duo came 'round with our orders and I discovered that I got a bunch of snails to eat. I guess I should have paid more attention to what I was ordering but hey, can you blame me for being distracted?

We didn't end up having dessert that night. The Balloon choked on a sausage roll and even thought Relena ended up doing a splendid job with the Hemlich manoeuvre, he had to be rushed to the hospital anyway.

But I did return to the restaurant every chance I got and each time, Duo and I had our little "rendezvous" or "expresso fucks", as I liked to call them. Then one day we decided that if we were engaged we could do this a heck of a lot more often. You can probably guess the rest.

Oh the restaurant? It's still there and yeah, Duo and I still go there on our anniversary, but it's not for your usual fine dining experience. And believe me, I always get dessert. Whoops, gotta go! Duo's making lunch for me, and that's something I don't wanna miss. Ta, ta!

Hilde Schbieker

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