Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Raw, Pure, Bliss ❯ War Is Declared ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Raw Pure Bliss

Chapter 1- War Is declared.

Streams of light poured into the moving limo window. Warm rays went through the pinstripe black suit that hugged on to the owner's curves.

A small frame laid about on the backseat of a plush limo seat, her head propped up by the arm rest. Blonde hair strewed about her face, making her look like a peaceful angel had fallen into the slumbering peace.

The black sheek limo pulled to the curb of the building, which stood high up, going up about 47 stories. The vehicle halted at the glass doors, waiting for its mistress to exit.

"Miss Relena, where here." An old man, about 60, called the woman in the back seat, with his scratchy aged voice reaching her ears.

Squinting from the sound, the woman opened her eyes to see a fog of blur, before blinking back the sleep, and focusing on her chauffeur's face.

She mentally slapped herself. She should have known better than to fall asleep at such times. She often felt sorry for her old chauffeur. He was like her babysitter at times.

:She tried to move her arms but they wouldn't budge. “hmmm. just one more minute”.

She closed her eyes hoping to find herself picking up her dream from when it had left off....”hmmm. Heero, you know we can't do that here...” she mumbled.

Her thought were shattered and the noise of the inner city had flown straight into her at light speed when she felt herself being hauled out of the limo by a now very aching arm.

But she smiled at the person attached to it.

The warm sun splashed on her face, making her shield her eyes with her slender hand. "Since when has the sunlight become so dangerous to the eyes?"

A giggle erupted from the man pulling her out of the car and over to the doors. "Wait Duo! My briefcase!" Duo in turn wiggled a black box in front of her face.

"When did you get that?" She grabbed for but was met with a pair of hands instead.

Blushing, Relena shoved off masculine hands, that were connected to a very handsome Heero, looking at her with a small red tint to his cheeks as well.

She snatched the suitcase from him and turned her head away. She had almost forgotten what he had told her that morning.

"Relena, I think we should calm down."

She didn't want to hear it

The previous day he was begging for sex in her office because he 'just couldn't wait to get home'.

And now he was telling her to take it easy with the sex?!?!?!

She wouldn't have it...

Well, she had to really. She could never leave him. But he WAS going to get one hell of a cold shoulder for the upcoming day.

At that she remembered....'Uh! Stupid! I have that stupid summit today and he'll be there next to me! I can't ignore him in a discussion. That's childish!'

Deciding she was just going to play it cool, and be as serious and professional as possible, she turned to Heero, a grim line etched on her lips.

"Heero, I shall hope that you keep this as personal as you possibly can. This is my work, my job, try doing yours and leave the personal bullshit out." With a brisk last look, Relena swung the long glass door open, leaving Heero stumped and mad by the sudden thought he was being unprofessional.

"Um, Heero buddy? Why are you smiling when she just pretty much told you off?"

"Because, Duo, I got to her..."

Relena strode down the red velvet halls, holding her head as high as her neck would allow. She would NOT let Heero treat her like this! She would NOT let him do this

She gripped at the handle of the meeting room door and tried to fling open the door.

When she failed miserably she held back her screams and instead gave the door a small kick.

She glared daggers at the master chair on the end of the desk and made a charge towards it. She sat down into it...HARD...as if trying to hurt it.

'How dare he! He screws my brains out, tells me he loves me then tells me he wants LESS SEX!!!!!"

'No, not Relena. This chick isn't gonna get taken for a ride!'

Fuming over the words he had stated to her last night, she flipped open the briefcase. Papers on top of papers, written documents and typed out forms were piled in the small brown latched brief.

She could feel her blood slowly shift from boiling to shivers running up her body as she noticed none of the conference papers she had organized the night before in order.

She frowned, knowing exactly why this was. `THIS is what he does to me! Had he not been such an asshole, I would have had time last night to arrange these!'

She flew the pile on the table in blind fury and started sorting through them, putting them in meeting time order. She was just….so MAD!

`9:00- universal trade, 10:05- Security detail….what the hell is this?!?!'

In front of her was definitely NOT something she'd ever want in there, and defiantly not something she would have thought of possessing……

Looking up from the now mess in front of her, she glanced around the room to find a dozen pairs of eyes looking at her intently. Puzzled, flabbergasted, gazes.

She wasn't in the mood to be put on trial here. Giving her own glare that possibly could have shaken Heero in his boxers, Relena pulled out some papers, shifting them around a few times, like she had the papers ready and waiting to be looked over.

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She stormed out of the meeting room and down the red carpeted floor. When she'd get hold of Heero Yuy he'd need the power of osmosis to eat!

She flung herself around the corner on which the third meeting room was set, and stopped at the door. She leaned herself against the water dispenser and crossed her arms, tapping her foot to while away the seconds her soon-to-be-in-very-much-pain boyfriend would be spending in the meeting room.

When the door opened a crowd of young men came flooding out, laughing about something. She didn't care to find out what. She just wanted the last occupant to exit……..

And he did.

“SO! You think that was funny do you?!?!?! YOU almost made a public scandal of me! You had pictures?!?!?! Where the hell was the camera?!?!? Why did you tell me that…you….”

Before Relena could finish her sentence, her words were cut off by the press of Heero's lips to hers. She gasped by the sudden warm contact, trying to grasp at what he was trying to do.

She could feel his fingers travel up the small of her back, imitating what he had done the previous night before dropping the bomb on her about being such a nympho.

Clenching her fingers together, she tensed before pushing her body away from his.

"Heero...this is strictly business." Her voice was breathlessly unstable. She wasn't sure if she could out live her promise to herself and the threat/promise she made to him.

“Relena, I can barely see you working through the day with MY earlier suggestion. There is no way on Earth or beyond that you will be able it up completely.” He resumed massaging her back, and sucking her neck oh-so-gently; she thought she would cave in.

It was only when she felt a hardness that she was sure was not his gun rub against her thigh did she push him harder.

“You underestimate me, Heero Yuy. And for that, I assure you, you will suffer. This is your last chance. Take back what you said or go without me for as long as it takes!” She crinkled her nose in a sudden realisation

“And I am NOT a NYMPHO!” Heero chuckled as she stormed out of the double doors and down the hall.

A taller man, with chocolate hair that passed his eyes, walked up to Heero from behind. Grabbing his shoulder, he laughed in amusement. "Heero you might drive that girl to drink if your not careful."

Heero just titled his head slightly, watching Relena's hips sway in time with her business skirt that hugged her curves. "Yeah, if she hasn't already done so to me."

Trowa shook his head. These two always brought some new adventure in each day he had known them. Especially when it came to dominatrix.

“So, Heero. Care to fill me in on your scheme? It sounded like she meant it and, if I'm not mistaken; last time she meant it you had to get your stomach pumped. I find it hard to believe you would let that happen again.”

“Got time for coffee? I'll tell you the whole thing as soon as I find some energy.”

Trowa smirked at his best friend. “Sure. I feel half dead myself.”

“So. Tell me. What's going to stop you from drowning yourself in gin?”

Heero motioned for him to lean closer and put down his coffee. “You know Relena as well as I do. She won't be able to take it. I figured the only reason I lost last time was because I gave in. Had I waited a little longer, she would have caved first. Don't get me wrong. She's a strong girl. I love her for it. But. It is like I said, she is a nympho. And she has severely overestimated herself in thinking that she could go celibate.”

Trowa smirked. So the big "I need a fuck every second" had his idea of getting even with the one in the same who gives him the good fuck. Shaking his head he smirked, lifting his coffee back in his hand. "Heero, you must be brave to try and bite the hand that gives you the food."

Heero grabbed for his coffee and gulped down the beverage, the liquid stinging his tongue. He knew what he was getting into and he was fully aware of it. Relena was too much of a sex freak then he had imagined and needed to calm down her hormones before she couldn't get anything done in her work. True, he loved having the time of his life in a bed shared with the blonde diplomat but she also had a job as he did.

"Trowa I guarantee you that this will work and I still get laid." Sticking his hand out, he waited for the man to agree in his optimism about the situation and his skills as a lover and a fighter.

Trowa just eyed him, as if searching for any sign of which side would win. “Ok. You seem pretty confident …this time. Last time all the odds were on Relena. Why? Because you knew you weren't sure and it showed. I can see it in you, Heero. You are one determined man.”

Heero smirked. The same smirk that got Relena into bed in the first place. “I know”.

Relena Darlian gave a sigh of content as she finished packing her `luggage' for her trip to Moscow. Every year, she had to go there to speak with the other foreign ministers about their relations. She hated it. But it was life. But this year, instead of her usual dopple bag, she took that along with an extra case full of….supplies. It was only after she had promised Heero a complete lack of sex did she realise she couldn't do it.

`So I'll just have to take supplements….' She thought.

Pacing back and forth a bit, leaving a nice big run in her rug, Relena glanced back at the suitcase.

"Did I forget anything?" Asking herself, she flipped through her drawers finding a small little packet.

A blush crept on her face, "Guess I won't be needing this for quite sometime." But being Relena, she was about to throw it in her purse, when she realized it was downstairs.

'Damn, I'll just put it in there after I go down.' Slipping the small packet in her back pocket of her jeans, Relena rummaged through her closet, making one last check to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything.

Downstairs Paygen tapped his foot against the marble floor waiting for Miss Relena to be finished packing so they could be on their way.

"Young lasses. Always late getting ready."

“As always." A laugh came from a masculine throat, his smile emitting that he found humour in the old man's words.

Relena glowered at him as she came down the stairs. `Look at him,' she thought `all smug and…and fine as if he'd gone the whole night doing…it. Uh. Remember, Relena. Don't let him see it effects you.' She sighed and smiled a very fake smile at him.

“Good morning to you too, Heero. Did you sleep well?” She smirked at him, trying t emphasise her victory of the night. Yep. She did good.

“Very. Shall we be on our way Miss Relena?” Relena's eye twitched. Oh. No. He. Didn't.

Pagan observed them from a safe distance. `Oh my. Name calling. That can only mean I'll have no sheet to clean for a while….'

He winced as the door slammed behind them, then went back to clearing the front room. Until he came across a peculiar looking foil packet placed oddly next to…

`Oh my. Miss Relena forgot her handbag. I suppose duty requires me to take it to her…'

After a quick encounter with Pagan and a certain piece of foil and her purse, she huffed a sigh while having to sit beside Heero in the limo.

She could feel her body keep sliding up against his. Her thigh against his, sweat started to form on her skin.

Relena glanced out the window, keeping her eyes averted from the body contact. Trees flew by and she still couldn't stop feeling the heat pass through her body as they continued to make more body heat.

Heero sat there quiet, Relena so unaware of his constant grabbing of his collar. His training helped him out some with the control but was beginning to get a little too hot in the vehicle.

Leaning over he tried to get the window down but it was stuck for some reason.

He glared at the window, almost wishing it would shake and finally let a breeze in.

Sighing, Heero leaned over Relena trying to get her side's window open. His chest leaned up against hers. Her heart skipped a beat and a half.

Crimson started to spill on her cheeks as she looked the other way looking out the window that wouldn't cooperate with Heero.

Heero would have felt the pounding in her chest if it had not been for his own matching hers and muting the slamming.

When he slowly, almost deliberately she thought, pushed himself back onto his seat, both let out a huge sigh.

The silence was very awkward. They hadn't had a chaste limo ride before. `It feels horrible!' both thought.

Suddenly remembering Pagan, he turned his head to face Relena, breaking the silence with a topic he KNEW would put him in the lead.

“So. What's the condom for?” His face came daringly close to hers, and his breath was husky.

She tried to let out a reply, but all she got out was a broken series of “I…I…I…”

She pushed herself towards the car door, inching as far away from him as possible. `Damn him! Is he doing this on purpose?!?!'

Finally finding her breath, she said “Because I know you'll give in. Face it, Yuy, by lunch today you'll be in my hotel room, begging me to give you head.”

He didn't react. He just put on his annoying `though very sexy' smirk on and faced the front. `Things jut got a whole lot easier. Lunchtime? She expects it to be a short-term thing. Sorry, sweetheart, but this soldiers aiming for a war.'

Relena eyed him from the corner of her gaze at the front of limo. He was up to something. That much was obviously clear but what was he up to?

Her mind twisted with ideas on how he would have her cornered, his member pressing against her, letting heat pass through her making the wanton feeling elapse through her veins.

So he thought he could use his tool to get what he wants. This isn't a battle but a war of control, Heero. And I am quite good at it, even better at controlling you.

Smirking she lifted her gaze to two eyes staring at her. The chauffer driver was a replacement for the time being. His eyes were looking her up and down. She could feel them trace her cleavage that was showing.

She suddenly felt sick.

Pushing down on the fabric that covered her legs she turned her gaze from his and watched as the trees went by. She could feel his burning stare inch up on her exposed skin, almost as if he were undressing her with his eyes. The fiditing from his back seat partner caught Heero's attention. He followed the gaze she had turned away from and caught sight of a pair of green hazel looking his woman up and down.

He could feel his blood boil.

“Shouldn't you be keeping your eyes on the road?” he asked coldly. Relena shivered. She loved it when he used that tone. The chauffeur immediately whipped his eyes back to the road. He had heard things from the other guy about this one. He wanted to live.

When they reached the airport, Heero had immediately gone round back to collect her luggage. It was only when Relena had gone through the security gate had she realised what was in the suitcase….

She saw Heero come towards the gate, giving his gun and cuffs to the guard posted there.

She panicked. `If those bleepers go off they'll search the case! Uh! And Heero would think that I can't handle this war!'

Relena stood there shifting on her feet, trying with all her night to avoid Heero going through the gate. `Think! God! Why do you fail me now, stupid brain!' She lost her train of thoughts…

`NO! Sorry I didn't mean it. I…' She felt a hand on her lower back. She turned around with a sharp intake of breath to find Heero there trying to guide her through to the port.

Her mind blanked. `I don't know how you did it, but, thank you, God.'

“Heero? Didn't the alarm go off…I mean…I have a lot of jewellery in my case?”

He looked puzzled at her, as if she had just asked him why people have ears. “Relena, we've never had to go through the gate.”

Relena wished she had a desk to smack her head on…..

Walking up to the already prepared shuttle, Relena glanced back at Heero just to see if he was following her. Sure enough he was right up her ass, with eyes darting everywhere.

'He doesn't even try and catch a glimpse of me, while I walk up the steps. Could he have really meant it?'

By the entrance of the shuttle a young primpy woman with fine dark brunette hair flashed a smile at Relena and then a special look at Heero. Relena felt her hand reach for his and pulling him inside the shuttle; but not before flashing the woman her own glare.

Heero had been caught off guard by a hand gripping his. He hadn't really noticed nor cared that the stewardess was eying him up and down. He had become used to having strange women stare at him. As long as they didn't touch he could care less.

But it seemed that Relena had put her mark on him and made sure everyone knew it.

He smirked, a small blush crossing his face that was invisible by the chocolate mane.

Once inside, Relena immediately went for the drink. Heero just stared at her. Never in the years he had known her did she drink on a journey. Not after a very drunk Dorothy crashed a very expensive Jag into a tree.

Relena turned around to face a very confused Heero. `Well at least he's looking at me now.'

“Try taking a picture, Heero.” `Damn' She thought. She hadn't meant that to sound so cold.

When she sat in her seat she turned back around to see if her words had affected him. He just stood there. Staring, infuriatingly outside, where the stewardess was!

She fumed! `How DARE he! We may not be having sex, but he is still mine!'

Heero was smiling inwardly. `That's it, Lena. Get all jealous for me. Won't be long now….'

She could feel the glass under her fingers begin to crack as she watched Heero's unfaithful actions toward the stewardess.

Just as she was about to get up, the pilot of the shuttle came from the cockpit to let the minister know of some changes in the flight route.

"Miss Dorlain, I just need to run some things by you for our shuttle path." His warm voice caught Relena by surprise. 'Another substitute?'

She was amazed and quite taken by his young masculine body under the uniform intended for a pilot. Her lips cooyed upward as she saw Heero's eyes dart back to her then to the pilot.

"Oh, okay." Sweetly she cooed to him. Patting the seat next to her she motioned him to come tell her.

A large gulp went down the young pilot's throat as he caught sight of a glare that he never intended to recieve...ever.

"So," Relena flashed a seductive smile, making small droplets form on the man's brow, "you were going to tell me about the changes in plan?" She pulled her leg up, letting the fabric slide up her thigh, flaunting a good portion of new skin to look at.

Heero's hand subconsciously felt the edge of his gun. But he composed himself. `No. Relena is playing with me. If I react, she'll win.'

Of course, those thoughts went right out the window when he saw his fiancée bend her chest forward, pretending to look at the flight pattern laid out for her, giving the young pilot beside her and himself a very nice glimpse of her cleavage.

Heero gritted his teeth. No. Not because the young pilot was letting practically gallons of drool escape his mouth, but because at that point he had a very nice vision of sliding himself in between those creamy, firm……

“Heero, I asked if you think this route should be ok?” Heero came back to reality, opening a very satisfied smile plastered on Relena's face.

He glared at her. “Whatever.” He went to sit beside her, motioning for the pilot to get the hell out of his seat.

He smirked and turned to her. “So, you're taking a lot of “luggage” this year, Relena.”

Relena gasped. `He knew!'

The rest of the ride had been one Relena could say without a doubt the most uncomfortable of them all. She had to keep her face from Heero's afraid that he might catch on to the sudden gasp she made when had mentioned luggage.

Luckily, he didn't know as of yet or he would have been on her within the blink of an eye. Literally on her.

Shivers came up her skin at the thought of Heero pressed skin to skin against her. His lips on hers, his hands roaming her body.

"Relena do you have the paperwork?" Heero almost had to shout to get her attention out of the clouds.

"Huh?" Blinking back a few images, Relena faced the originator of the fantasies.

"I said, do you have all your paperworks in order. I don't want to waste time on this shuttle more than necessary."

Reffering back to the time she had spent an hour and a half reorganizing the papers she had brought before she had noticed shuffling in her briefcase, he had to sit there and watch her with drooping eyes as she continued to throw a hissy fit over what was missing and what needed to be lost for good.

At this point in the game, she was very into it. And there was no way she'd give him a reason to be right. `Thought it could create quite a stir.'

“For you information, darling, I sorted everything out before we left the mansion. That was why I was so late out of my room. So next time you men decide to preach a woman's tardiness as negative, you'd best get your facts straight.”

She turned towards the shuttle window, trying to blank out the very nice sight of his pectoral and abdominal muscles embraced tightly by his black, preventors shirt.

Heero had begged Relena to let him go to the hotel room first thing, for security measures and to take a shower…preferably cold but he didn't tell her that.

But she insisted on getting something to eat. Relena, oddly, had chosen a burger place on the corner of a very tacky street of Moscow. VERY tacky.

In fact, as they sat eating their burgers (which Heero could have sworn the chef had spat in after mumbling `stupid foreigners') they could see the image of a blonde waitress and brunette waiter screw each other wildly in the back room through the filthy window.

The door did absolutely nothing to hide the screaming.

"If I were ever so lucky," Relena absently said to herself, forgetting Heero, the enemy of her dreams and nightmares, sat right in front of her.

"What?"

Jumping from her daze as she was watching the two waiters play tonsil hockey in the back, she motioned her hand over the food.

"If I were ever so lucky as to have this great food everyday without gaining a single calorie." She tried cleaning up her words. She knew he didn't really buy it, at least not until she took a chunk of burger in her mouth and moaned how delicious it was.

"We have to hurray. We still have to get back and check the hotels." Heero stated, while watching the couple who had just recently forked each other in the back, came out with hair and clothes pulled and dishevelled from their proper place.

"Oh come on Heero. Have some fun at least. It's not everyday we get to actually have a meal that doesn't consist of old men that should be in a home with a sluty nurse fondling the with a sponge." She bit a fry while keeping the corner of her eyes on the couple as well.

She suddenly yelped at she found herself biting her finger instead. Heero smirked. `Mission accepted'.

“Relena, are you ok?” He took hold of her hand that she had been clutching in pain.

She blushed. Heero stared at it with those beautiful eyes and rubbed his thumbs across her palm. She was losing it.

As he massaged her palm oh so gently, he brought her finder to his lips, and let the tip of his talented tongue lick the bite. Her heart was pounding, and she could feel a soft beat where the heat arose between her thighs.

She lulled her head back on her shoulders and subconsciously parted her lips, letting out a soft blissful moan. Heero took the entire finger inside his mouth and began sucking it as she did his shaft so many times before.

“Ahem!” The blonde waitress from the back room was standing next to them with the bill in her hand. “If you do not mind, this is a public place and we do not appreciate obscene acts to be carried out on our establishment. I must ask you to take it somewhere else….maybe get a room!”

Snatching the pamphlet with the bill inside, Heero pulled out a small wad of cash, flaunting it a little to the woman. She grunted, turning her head back toward Relena who's eyes were still hooded with lust.

She gulped. 'If only a man would do that effect on me.'

"Here. Were leaving." Heero shoved the money in front of the woman's face before letting it fall to the table when she didn't respond. He reached for Relena's hand and pulled her away toward the car.

"But-my food!" Relena protested, suddenly noticing she was being taken away from the table.

"Trust me, you will be full by the time I'm done with you." He ushered her into the passenger side of the car they had been given for their transportation needs.

Moving over to the driver's side, he threw over his shoulder to the blonde still eyeing him. "By the way, you should consider leaving some condoms on the menu, it seems your staff likes to take their own taste of things more than the consumers."

Without a second glance he was inside the car, turning the agnition and letting the vehicle purr to life.

Relena sat against the window, her back feeling the cold glass as she continued to eye Heero up and down.

"Heero...hurray up!" Her hand travelled about her chest, fingering her skin while Heero stormed down the street, almost colliding with a bakery truck.

Heero shoved the Key Card to their hotel room into it's place, almost snapping it when he got it the wrong way around. Relena had her hands down his pants, stoking his cock with slender fingers, trying to emphasise that she needed it; bad.

By this time, they should have done it at least 4 times today, and she was so ready to surrender….'only if he does as well.'

Heero threw the door making her squeal onto the finger she had in her mouth.

He threw her on the bed and in a second had crushed her beneath his tined body, plundering her mouth relentlessly with his tongue.

`Mmmmmm, God I love that tongue.' She thought, reminiscing about her poor little finger.

She reached her hands downwards, trying to reposition her fingers around his shaft…when he said the two words she really didn't like.

`Not tonight'.'

She stared at him, furious in her sexual frustration. He grinned at her.

The picture she made was so hot, he had to bite his lip to remind him to stay on task.

`We can only do this one way….you surrender. I know I'm not about to give.'

She screamed in a tantrum that usually had him with his head buried against her centre, trying to satisfy her.

`No?, then I'll just have to make you…'

If Relena could see her face right now, she swore it would have been red with lust while her lips puckered, waiting for Heero to plunder them.

Her lips quivered with anger and frustration as she looked dead into Heero's blue eyes.

"You can't be serious!" Pushing against his chest, she tried to adjust their position so he was now laying underneath of her but Heero used his toned muscles to keep her locked to the mattress, helpless from any attack he felt she deserved.

"When have I ever joked about such a thing." Heero claimed her lips, running his index finger along her neck and jaw line.

Breathlessly, Relena pulled away from the nibbling, accidentally giving Heero access to her long pale neck. "When have you ever had a sense of humour."

Heero nibbled along her collarbone, then back up to her jaw, taunting her with his chest as she heaved up letting it touch his hard muscular structure.

“This can all come so much more with just two words, Relena. Two words, and I'll fuck you senseless.”

Relena's mind was caught in her paradise, the feel of his lips on her skin. Every touch seemed to be electrifying. But she held on, though only by a thread, to what remained of her perseverance over him.

“N…no. No. Not until you say it…..You ha…haaa….Heeroooo…”

Relena lost the use of her vocabulary as Heero rubbed his thumb over one of her cloth covered nipples, then squeezing it so gently, that it forced her to pay attention to it, to linger in it.

“Two words.”

Relena shook her head in slow, lazy movements. She still held the thread. She still had it…..

“Just say my name….tell me who you surrender to…”

She was losing it fast. The thread was becoming thinner and thinner. She was going to…..

His fingers found her clit underneath her soaked panties….

“Heero! I give! I…can't…please do it, please!”

Heero didn't spare a moment any longer, pulling her shirt off with his one hand, he thrust a single finger inside her centre making a gasp prosper from Relena's swollen lips.

He yanked the black strapless bra from her form, latching his lips on the small pebble on her breast. Her other nipple tightened feeling his arm grazing it.

Relena could feel heat pouring from her core. The more he thrust in her the more breath she lost against his ear as she nibbled on its flesh.

As he pulled his index finger out of her slick channel he joined with it another, and thrust both inside, this time, very, very deep.

Relena's gasp had a throaty, inward squeal hidden in it; a sound Heero knew well too well. `The sound of victory.' He thought.

He hooked his fingers inside her, touching a small but noticeable nub of flesh.

“Ah haaa!” Relena threw her head back, and clenched her muscles firmly around his fingers, trying by instinct to coil her legs around his gorgeous waist. But his hands held her thighs apart in an inescapable grip. In her pleasure, after having nothing to clench between her soft thighs, she raised her hips and pushed towards his hand, begging him to fuck her more without the use of coherent words.

Heero smiling seductively at Relena's ambition to be succumbed in heaven made his own heat go beyond what he had felt on the shuttle.

It was almost painful as he watched Relena throw her head back in another blissful moment of pleasure.

He could feel the juices build up tightly in her folds and start to flow down his fingers.

"Looks inviting." He chided to Relena who had her eyes trained on his when he stopped suddenly. She whimpered knowing what his plans were. Sure enough his lips touch her lower region.

Sucking up the liquid, while nibbling on the flesh he had taken the cum from

It was after times like these she blamed him for her Nymphomania. She made lustful incoherent sounds in her breath, catching on sharp intakes after every deep course his tongue took.

“Ye…yes…mmmmnnnuh, God….”

She threw her head back further, arching her back, lifting her middle section off the bed with her feet on her bed and her hands clenching madly at the headboard railings.

He'd decided he had tortured her enough. He wanted their first orgasm in almost two days to be extremely intense. `And I'm not going to do that by eating her out…'

Relena was taken by surprise when Heero withdrew his tongue from her folds. Her heart was pounding inside her chest trying to make its way out. She could feel the cold air hit her clit making shivers crawl up her spine.

Relena was about to ask why he had stopped when she felt him crawl over top of her, lust clouding his eyes as she could feel his girth enter her.

Heero gripped her hands from each side, keeping them from touching him.

"Never-said I was done with my lesson." He breathed against her lips before devouring them in one heated kiss.

His tongue pushed open the swollen red lips, gaining access to her mouth. Her own met his and began a game of their own as fought each other for the others mouth.

She won...this round.

He could feel her smile. Pulling both of her hands into his one big one, he brought one calloused hand down on her mound, meddling with its softness. Relena whimpered against him.

That was the reaction he needed. He loved it. There was always a major sense of masculine pride when he got that reaction from her; the sound of his total and complete dominance of her. `For now at least.'

He finally started to move himself. He pushed himself forwards, all the way to the hilt and shifted there, simply to destroy any of the remaining thread.

After a few seconds of letting his tip linger on her deepest spot, he hooked his arms underneath her legs and pushed himself upwards, her knees now by her head.

He put his nose against hers, nuzzling it to make her open her clamped eyes.

He let her see him fuck her.

She saw his teeth grind together in a vicious gasp, as he pulled out and gave one hard thrust back inside.

He kept it going. He snapped his hips back and forth, in slow, deep, hard strokes. He knew from experience how deep this position had him go.

Relena's hands gripped his shoulders with every heavenly thrust, each time getting weaker as every muscle in her body was losing their energy fast. Though, she knew this would be far from close. He wouldn't let her have it yet. He'd make her….

“Say my name again.” He grunted a primal masculine sound as he pushed his dick inside as far as it could go in one long, deep jolt.

`He has to be kidding.' Here she was standing on the edge of paradise and he gets dominant once again.

"Heero...I, please just finish." Whimpering, her fingernails starting to dig into his shoulders.

He was rocking back and forth, pushing his rock hard cock inside her when that tiny whimper of urgency took a hold of his hearing.

"What? Why did you stop?" Relena almost wanted to hit him over the head when he smirked at her.

Before she could actually take a swing though, Heero slammed his dick straight into her, knocking the breath right out of her.

"Say my name!" He could feel his throat burning as he shouted to her, his demand.

Her mouth latched on to his, kissing sloppy kisses on the corners of his mouth.

He slammed into her again making her head fly back against the pillows. "Say it."

“Oh GOD, Heero!”

He gave another hard pound into her.

“Scream it!”

One more…

“Hee…H…Heero….HEEERROOOO!”

Again…..

“HEEROO, AAAHHH!”

“How about a third one, Princess!”

He slammed into her. Hard.

“HHHEEEERRROOOOOOOO! OH! OH GOD! MMMNNNUUUUHH!”

The former Gundam pilot let out an animalistic roar into the air that met his heated face when his head shot back in agonising pleasure. He collapsed, and buried his head in her shoulder, held between her limp legs still hooked over his arms.

Panting, Heero pulled his body off of Relena's small frame, unhooking her long legs from his shoulders.

Sweat glistened off both their hot bodies, both out of breath, both in pure bliss.

Swallowing hard, Relena pulled herself up from the bed into a sitting position in front of Heero.

"Heero, you really are a dirtbag." She stated flatly; Heero weakly smirked.

Relena pulled her body closer to his, making his arms come around her in a warm embrace.

"So I guess you saw it my way." Heero confidently lavished to her while closing his eyes; he placed his chin on her shoulder.

The blonde let a small giggle out, one he wasn't too sure of.

"Heero..." Relena cooed to him.

Heero's eyes shot open, as her warm slim hands entrapped his member in one big squeeze.

“Who said I was done with YOU."

A hard gulp was heard going down Heero's throat.

The young diplomat pushed the pilot's back against the bed as she crushed her lips to his.

The battle was done. But the war was far from over.

Relena reached for the nearby suitcase, with goodies stored inside, begging to be used.

"Far from over Heero."