Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Play Me Again, Sam ❯ Chapter 1

The nineteen year old woman closed her eyes and sighed softly, allowing the sweet tune of the violin she was listening to fill her senses. It was a melody so beautiful and so passionate that she couldn't help but shiver from the stirring sound.

 

As fingers glided easily over taunt strings, while others grasped the bow in a firm grip on the violin the young man was playing, was second in his thoughts as his light eyes gazed wantonly over at the girl who was sitting on the loveseat. Her slim form, her soft smile and her honey hair sweeping gently around her, stimulated by the summer breeze coming from the open window, was almost more than he could stand. He released a steady breath, finishing the last chord of the song, bringing the violin and bow to his sides, bowing slightly as the single applause of the woman sounded in the background.

 

“Oh, Quatre…that was simply amazing…what inspired you to write such a lovely piece of work?”

 

Tilting his head to the side, he gave Relena a sly, but modest smile. “It was the loveliest creature the entire universe.”

 

“Well, tell me, then,” Miss Dorlian began to question, as she rose from the sofa to make her way over to the blonde male, “does this creature know how lucky she is to have an admirer such as yourself?” Her hands reached out, and Quatre allowed her to pry loose the instrument and bow which he was holding loosely in his fists.

 

A fire alit in Mr. Winner's eyes as he watched his long time friend and now lover, place the violin under her chin, its bow across its body, poised in a perfect stance, just as was the person that was cradling it. He came up behind the one time Queen of the World, his hands covering hers, his lips gracing the rim of her right ear as he sensually whispered. “Oh, I do more than admire her, Relena, I absolutely adore her…I love her.”

 

Feeling the blush clear down to her toes, the appointed President of ESUN bit her lip to stop her body from quivering, turning her excitement instead into an aristocratic, cool heir. “I've come here for my violin lesson, Mr. Winner…not to discuss your personal life.”

 

“The professional business woman through and through…as always, I see.” He quipped back. “Well then, shall we begin, Miss Relena?”

 

He stepped around to the front of her, allowing one hand to hover around her waist just a bit before letting her completely go, to take a step back, telling her to begin.

 

Two minutes went by, before Quatre's ears couldn't take anymore of the screeching and he gestured her to stop her playing. “You need to extend your left arm out more and your right wrist is too stiff.”

 

Rolling her eyes innocently to the side, Relena pursed her lips in mild frustration. “Seems like I can't get the hang of this thing no matter how hard I try.” Her lashes fluttered a couple of times before she refocused her sights onto Quatre. Her thin-lipped smile turned into a full pout and she spoke in an incredibly sweet tone. “Then I guess you'll have to come over here and direct my hands exactly where they need to be.”

 

In a light tone of his own, Quatre, nodded his head slowly as he circled behind Relena yet again, placing his hands to where they had been atop hers before. “Just follow my lead.”

 

“As always, teacher…” Her stomach twisted somewhat as she allowed his body to guide her in easy movements, his words commanding, his hard body pressed to hers, the grip of his hands steady and exact. Relena suddenly felt light-headed and wavered a bit, her head lulling back onto his right shoulder, an involuntary moan that took the form of the blue-eyed boy's name escaping from her mouth.

 

Quatre was unsure how he had maintained his control and train of thought for as long as he had, the moment his body began to move in time with Relena's. Gliding her fingers over the strings only made him think of them gliding over a very different instrument of his and the rotation of her wrist was filling his head with even more sexual scenarios. He blushed at the ideas, his hormones raging even more when her supple curves began to sway even more intensely against his tall and solid form. It wasn't however, until her head upon his shoulder and the moan of his name on her lips, was he done with playing the violin and ready to play something that was much more alive.

 

“This is getting tiresome don't you think?” He tossed the violin and bow onto the couch, coming back behind her immediately, his hands smoothing their way down the shoulders of the ash blonde girl, his mouth latching onto her left earlobe, giving it a little nip.

 

Relena hitched a breath and giggled, her hands creating their own path as they reached backward behind his body, gliding down his waist following the slight curve of his bottom and giving it a healthy squeeze, as she wiggled her own backside suggestively against his growing erection.

 

It was Quatre's turn to catch his breath, his palms flat against her diaphragm, making their way under her sweater top, up and over her breasts, titillating their peaks and rolling them until they became pliant pebbles between his fingertips. Relena squirmed somewhat, her breathing becoming unsteady as were her legs. Somehow, still she made herself remain stable and the very hands that had squeezed his bottom now were to the front of him, pulling down his zipper.

 

Having his sex free from the confines of its cloth prison, surrounded instead by its liberators, caused Quatre to go into a state of urgent need. Slipping one of his hands from her breast, he entangled it into her long hair, tugging her head back and to the side, forcing her mouth to his. Relena did not at all resist the demand, but instead, gave into it easily, bringing one of her own hands up to the back of his head, pressing forward on it, so that their kiss could be even more tight and brutal.

 

Her body jerked from the surprise of his other hand sliding up her short skirt, and over the flat of her stomach, only to come back down again and slip into the folds of her woman hood, pleased, though quite surprised in its own right to find that she wasn't wearing any panties.

 

Quatre chuckled against her mouth as he pulled away, just as his fingers entered her. “Nothing underneath…now, isn't that the act of an unscrupulous woman?”

She ground her hips in time to the way his fingers were stroking her, her smile wile as she winked. “I'm only for you, darling.”

 

His reply to her was another kiss, the digits that were inside of her, now out, tickling their way to the underside of her thigh, raising it up until her knee was braced into the crock of his bent arm. His sex was poised just so and as he nipped her lips, he whispered against them, his grin devilish and his hooded eyes gleaming with mischief. “And this is only for you.”

 

With a swift and forceful thrust he drove himself into her and her leg that a moment ago was dangling lazily over his elbow tensed from the sudden sensation as her arms wrapped themselves back around Quatre's neck, fully stretching herself along him, helping him balance as he began to fiercely impale her onto himself. His unhindered hand grasped her left breast, kneading and smashing it to her body, pressing her very being into his own uniting them as one entity.

 

Relena's line of vision crossed the room, catching her and her lover's reflection in the far mirror. Their very image aroused her even more, especially as her gaze fell to the very object that was giving her the most pleasure. The sight of Quatre's swollen glory, slick with cum, its veins bulging and pulsing as it plunged into her repeatedly, was more then she thought she would be able to bare. Although, when she felt the weight of his eyes watching them, she could not resist the urge to look up and catch his leer. One would never think that such gentle and bright eyes could ever hold the look of such sinful thoughts, dangerous desires and darkness of primal carnality. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back onto his shoulder again as her nails scrapped the nape of his neck, her body tensing and her voice panting and begging with the signs of coming orgasm; she screamed aloud.

 

Quatre's gaze had locked onto the vision of them several moments before Relena's and as he himself was getting more turned by the sight of him possessing her, it was the wide-eyed look she gave him that was his undoing. The look that made her appear so innocent and young had turned him on more then anything and so his ministrations grew even more direct and frenzied. His eyes squinting, closed the view of seeing them together in the mirror but played over and over in his memory as he cried out loud, crushing her to him as he came, holding himself inside of her until his own tremors passed and the last of his seed was lost deep in her womb.

 

Just as she was coming down, Relena had to catch her breath once again, finding herself off of her feet and in Quatre's arms. She yelped in delighted laughter as he spun her around before tumbling with her onto the loveseat.

 

Several minutes later, the lovers found themselves stretched out on the couch and she was leaning back against him between his legs. His gentle kiss swept the crown of her head as his fingers continuously stroked her hair. She turned her head and nuzzled his neck.

 

“You know, at this rate, I'm never going to learn to play the violin.”

 

His deep chuckle filled the room, the cool breeze bringing him even greater contentment. “Well, then, we'll just have to continue our sessions for a while.”

 

Relena teased him back, finding peace in the contrast of his warm body and the chill of the air. “I'm committed if you are, Mr. Winner.”

 

Quatre pulled her tighter to him, resting his head atop hers. “For as long as it takes, Miss Relena. For as long as it takes.”

 

The End