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Executive Orders	By : smartycat Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Het - Male/Female > Heero/Relena Views: 4060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Longing
- 2-Want
- 3-Hunger
- 4-Desire
- 5-Tempest
- 6-Craving
- 7-Need
- 8-Allure
- 9-Thrill
- 10-Charm
- 11-Intimacy
- 12-Afterglow
- 10
- 11
- 12
Chapter Summary: In which the reader finds out exactly what it was that Relena saw in the last chapter and in which our wayward lovebirds make each other very very happy. ^__^ Lemon!

Executive Orders

~An Out of Control Sequel~

by

Smarty Cat

smartycat9383@yahoo.com

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Part 11 -- Intimacy

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"Oh my god . . ."

The strangled whimper fell from her lips of its own accord, and she backed clumsily away from her fallen bag, away from him. Her heart lurched before it began galloping in her chest like a spooked horse and seemed to swell to far larger than its normal size, constricting her throat. Never in all her life had Relena been so aware of her own pulse, the rhythmic thumping that sent blood quickening through her body and flushing her skin a dusky rose. He stepped farther into the room, and she stumbled over her own feet as the supple slide of skin over toned muscle arrested her attention.
"Wait!"
Relena flung up one hand as though to ward him away even though there was still the length of the room between them, and he halted. With her blue eyes huge in her red face, she stared at him and at how he stood so loose and relaxed when she felt that her own body would soon shake itself into pieces from the tension quivering across herclescles.
"Heero . . . I . . . you . . . you . . ."
He tilted his head in polite inquiry as she stammered out a string of incoherent pronouns. "Yes, Relena?"
She blinked rapidly as the rough, undeniable masculinity and equally undeniable calmness of his voice curled around her. How could he sound so composed, so very normal in such a situation? A hysterical giggle pulled at her throat. "You're . . . you're rather . . . underdressed for a business meeting."
Something like a smile only far more daous ous flickered across his lips, and Relena's breath hitched as her pulse jumped with alarm. He resumed his leisurely walk toward her, stalking her agreagreat cat stalks its prey, and she shrank away from him as a thrill of fear and yet not fear blossomed in her stomach.
Each step of his advance led to one of her retreat though her steps grew smaller and smaller. Her fingers brushed over the surface of the door, and its sudden coldness against the sweaty heat of her hand nearly burned. She stopped, unable to withdraw any farther, and her right hand snaked up to rest uncertainly on the knob.
Relena trembled from the adrenaline singing through her veins and half longed to yank the door open and flee, but a sense of propriety--and of possession--stilled her hand. To be honest with herself she wanted him to chase her, wanted him to catch her. It was wrong of her; she knew it was, but that hardly mattered since she was likely to die of heart failure at any second.
Heero Yuy stood before her completely and unabashedly naked, with the dark glint of a predator shining in his eyes.
It was--no he was--astonishing, splendid, arousing.
Primal.
And unbelievably erotic.
She swallowed hard and moistened suddenly dry lips with a quick nervous flick of her tongue, heat flaring in her belly when saw his eyes darken and follow the movement. It was hard to breathe properly with the heat of his stare searing her through her clothes, and her breath escaped in ragged little pants as she averted her gaze and recited the proper courtesies, her eyes focused firmly on the expanse of bare wall beyond Heero's equally bare shoulder.
"I look forward to two weeks working--"
"Relena."
"--with you," she barged on determinedly as he stepped closer. "Despite our somewhat rocky history I hope we can create and maintain a civil and businesslike relationship."
"Relena."
Her voice wavered as he loomed so closely in front of her that she had tft hft her gaze to the ceiling. "It--it's my understanding that there are some new security measures that you want to implement. Would you care to discuss them first?" she questioned breathlessly, internally cursing the mental strain required to attempt to salvage a situation she did not want to 'save.'
His right hand closed around her left, his fingers sliding caressingly up her knuckles and around the delicate blue veined skin of her wrist, and he removed her suddenly nerveless hand from its lax grip on the doorknob.
"Relena, look at me."
She closed her eyes and shook her head, smothering a whimper. Throwing herself at Heero was bad. Assaulting Heero and instructing him to systematically remove his clothes was bad. Not that that was an issue this time. However, she had promised not to do anything of the kind ever again unless she received an explicit open invitation. He had yet to issue one. Verbally anyway, and she refused to deal with the emotional turmoil that came with being unsure of his willingness again.
But he was making it very difficult to sustain her resolve.
He leaned over her, pinning her between the cool wall at her back and the harder living wall of his body, surrounding her and narrowing her world to nothing but him: his unadorned masculine scent, the heat radiating from his bare skin, the rhythmic puffs of air against her face as he breathed, the loose ring of his fingers about her wrist, the way she could feel his pulse beating in time to her own through his thumb, and the way the air grew heavy and charged between them so that she felt him even where he was not touching her.
His free hand skimmed feather light up her jaw line, sweeping loose strands of golden hair behind her ear, before flowing back down her cheek to curl loosely around her neck whils ots other hand slid in a languid caress up her arm up her arm to meet its fellow. She sighed as his thumbs gently pushed her chin upward, and he tilted her face, his mouth brushing against her earlobe and his breath whispering across the delicate skin.
"Why won't you look at me?"
Relena trembled and bit back a whimper. Her fists clenched tightly at her sides, nails leaving red crescents impressed into the skin of her palms, as she struggled with her desire to touch him.
"Damn it, Heero, you know why!" her voice emerged as little more than a strangled whisper.
His hands abruptly abandoned their cradling position on her neck and clamped onto her hips in a bruising grip, hauling her startled body flush against his. Her eyes flew upon in alarm. Relena had no time to resist as her feet left the floor, and he drove forward, slamming her back against the door.
It did not hurt her so much as it startlnd knd knocked the wind out of her, but she grunted and her hands clutched at him automatically for support. She stared into his eyes in such proximity to her own, and her stomach sank as she saw dark triumph bloom in their midnight depths as he watched her face, noting the exact instant she realized the position he had put them in.
"How much more of a first move do I have to make?" he questioned softly, his voice dark and rich with desire though a thread of wry exasperation ran through it.
She forced herself to ignore the warmth and the lean strength of him, the firm muscles beneath her hands, the feel of him nestled between her legs, his arousal pressing against her through the oh-so-inadequate barrier of her panties even as his hands proceeded to slide her skirt farther up her hips.
"How do I know this isn't some sort of test or payback?" she countered with more than a bit of shame. "I've given you more than enoreasreason for it."
She watched a curtain fall over his face, completely blanking his expression. His hands stilled and he lifted away from her the slightest bit. "We've had sex twice, Relena, and both times you've used it as a weapon against me."
His voice was flat. Emotionless.
"So now it's your turn?" she questioned, unable to keep the bitterness and self-loathing from her voice. Relena let her head fall back against the wall and bld rad rapidly in an attempt to drive away the burning pressure building in the back of her eyes. "Fair enough."
"You are an impossible woman. It doesn't have to be that way."
Her head whipped back down and she stared at him, her mouth opening though no sound emerged. He gazed back at her, the veil over his expression evaporating as though it had never existed, and naked, tender emotion softened his features and lit his eyes from within. fingfingers tightened fractionally against the warm cords of muscle lining his shoulders as emotion churned her own blue eyes into a storm tossed sea.
"Then say it. Say you want this, Heero. You have to say it."
Heero lowered his head, burying it in the juncture of her neck and shoulder, and she hesitantly slipped one hand into his hair and tangled her fingers through the wild dark strands. He rolled his head to the side, nuzzling the lapels of her suit jacket, and sighed softly, his warm breath ruffling the material of her collar before rolling across the bare skin of her throat.
"This time, Relena . . . this time we make love."
Though his voice was soft and further muffled by his position, his mouth shaped each word against her skin. She inhaled sharply and quivered due to both his actions and his words. The significance of his phrasing had not escaped her, and a bubble of happiness bloomed in her chest and swelled against her throat. Her fingers tightened painfully against his scalp, and she swallowed heavily, her throat trictricted in her joy, leaving her voice the tiniest of breathless squeaks.
"Do you mean that?"
He smiled against her neck and raised his head, brushing a kiss across her chin before pressing his forehead against hers. Staring at him then she was reminded sharply of the way he had looked at her on Libra years before. The same tenderness longlonging touched with wry sadness softened the intense blue of his eyes. He practically glowed, and she wanted to hide her head in shame. She should have known already, had known it really, but both of them had expected more than the other could give.
"Let me show you."
The rough animalistic passion that had shoved her against the door gave way to something softer, something deeper. Heero's lips sought hers as his fingers stroked small circles ever higher up the sensitive skin of her thighs, the material of her skirt hiking up with each movement of his hands. His mouth covered and caressed her own with exquisite tenderness, and she welcomed the sensual onslaught, curling her legs about his waist. By some miraculous feat he managed to press even more intimately against her, holding her up only with the press of his body against hers and freeing his hands. Relena moaned into his kiss as he rocked his hips aga her her lightly. He nipped at her lower lip before soothing the spot with an apologetic stroke of his tongue in a reluctant farewell.
As his mouth was forced to leave hers so that he could look down and concentrate on opening the myriad little buttons holding her suit jacket and shirt closed beneath his lascivious gaze (shouldn't it have melted off her by now?), she relaxed against the rapidly heating surface of the wall. Her hands roamed through his hair and across his shoulders and bare back restlessly, and she mourned that they had nothing better to devote their time to because Heero was already naked. Relena's mind slammed to a halt and focused on that thought. Replay. Heero. Naked. Coming for her. It was hopelessly erotic, and she moaned even before his mouth found the bare skin of her breasts.
He should never wear clothes again.
He murmured her name against her skin with each brush of his lips, and she melted as he took one proudly puckered nipple into the warmth of his mouth. An answering warmth and luxuriant ache rose between her legs, and Relena marveled in a dazed way at how perfectly the pleasure of one echoed the other.
She clung to him, practically defenseless, where he kept her pinned her against the wall. His fingers clawed at the waistband of her undergarments, and a thrill of ear shot down her spine when she heard cloth ripping and felt the material slide loosely off her hips. In all of her interactions she liked to be the one in control, the one with all the power. And now? Now she had nothing. No power, no leverage, nothing she could use to protect herself from him.
Nothing but the promise in his voice and eyes and hands.
It was enough.
She opened her eyes to find Heero gazing back at her with open concern. Her sudden stillness had distracted him from his attentions.
"Relena?"
"I love you," she blurted without conscious thought and gasped as the words registered. Of all the graceless ways to say it! Her cheeks burned in embarrassment, and she could see her skindenidening of the reflection of Heero's pupils.
The air hung awkward and heavy between them for several heartbeats.
Then . . .
"I know. You announced it to the world," he replied simply, though the sudden enthusiastic kiss he pressed on her lips belied his apparent nonchalance. He kissed her fiercely, possessively, strangely tenderly. He poured himself, all that he was and all that he capacapable of being, into her mouth, freely and without inhibition, offering himself to her. He kissed her like she was rain on a parched man's lips, like she was his world, his life, his universe, his very soul, and she returned it in full mre. re.
Heero ripped himself from her mouth with a ragged groan, and a spike of liquid fire surged across Relena's nervous system as the hard hot length of him stroked across the sensitized skin between her legs. They could not wait any longer. The need had become too strong, had been repressed and denied for far too long. Heero grabbed her hips again, shifting her weight and dropping her down on himself.
The sudden sensation of instantaneous fullness and completion was startling, and Relena flung her head back, her mouth opening in a wordless wail that was quickly swallowed beneath the fervent attentions of Heero's skilled lips and tongue. He coaxed her into mindless passion with each slide of his skin against hers, each st ast and roll of his hips.
Relena locked her legs around his waist and clung to him tightly as he pounded into her. Heero dragged his mouth away from her as his breathing grew ragged with impending climax. Her hands fisted in his hair, clutching him to her as she showered kisses over every inch of skin within reach of her lips. They moved together in an ageless, primal dance, two partners who gave freely and took nothing other thant wat was given to them. And they gave everything.
Heero splintered in her arms, his body quaking against hers with as he threw himself into the blissful abyss, where nothing mattered but the feeling of wholeness, of completion, and with one beckoning stroke of his fingers against her core, she followed him.
Heero slumped bonelessly against her, and she slid down the wall a few inches before he caught her hips and steadied her. He scraped the side of her neck wiis tis teeth, and she stroked his head idly as their mingled pants rang in the air. Relena was finding it quite difficult to breathe properly herself and tilted her head back, letting the office lights illuminate the backs of her eyelids.
"Relena, we need to sit down. Now."
She chuckled weakly and felt his breath hitch. It was a most unique feeling to laugh with him inside her. Not unpleasant, simply odd.>
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"Then you'll have to let go of me so I can get down."
He stroked his hands down the length of her thighs as she unlocked her ankles from about his waist. "What makes you think I'll ever let go of you again?"
She did not answer immediately as the problem of finding her equilibrium and staying on her all too wobbly legs as he withdrew from her and eased her to the carpet was more pressing. It gratified her to note that his own legs were trembling he he dropped to the floor as soon as he was able, though not before catching her hand and yanking her down to sprawl across his chest.
Relena rubbed her cheek along one firm pectoral as he dedicated his attention to completely removing her extremely wrinkled and very open and indecent dress suit. He was warm and covered with a light sheen of sweat. He smelled wonderful, fresh sweat and the musk of sex overlying something clean and natural, so very male, so very primal, so very Heero. She absently traced her lips over his skin and sighed.
"I won't always be able to stay, you know."
His hands did not pause on their self-appointed task to divest her of the remainder of her clothing but they did slow.
"My job, my duties, won't just go away," she continued quietly. "I won't always be able to stay. I will have to leave you. But I'll come back. I'll always come back."
He brushed her hair out of her eyes and pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead. The simplicity and depth of meaning behind the gesture brought tears to her eyes.
"What a masculine thing to say. Isn't that my line?" His lips twitched as he dashed the tears from her lashe"But"But you'll stay this time," he added firmly, sweeping his fierce gaze in a pointed declaration from her to the myriad tiny buttons that he had ripped from her clothes and that were currently littering the carpeting.
Her lips quirked wryly. "I suppose I'll have to. What are you going to do about my clothes, Heero?"
"Keep you out of them as long as possible," he remarked blandly, suddenly rolling and pulling her beneath him. He sat back slowly and crouched between her parted legs, staring down at her exposed form hungrily. Her stomach tightened as he slowly and deliberately stroked the delicate skin just above her stockings. "These can stay though."
"Heero . . ."
His intent and all too meaningful gaze pinned her in place. "We have a lot of catching up to do, Relena."
"I'm ready if you are," she replied, trying for nonchalant but ending up breathy.
His expresschanchanged subtly, and his eyes darkened. "I can see that."
"Heero!" she gasped, coming out of her daze enough to be outraged.
He grinned most boyishly at her, and that was enough to startle her into silence as he settled his weight comfortably over her.
"We were going to discuss security," he reminded her.
"Now?" she moaned as he laved his devotion along the exposed column of her throat. <
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His hands twined with hers, raising them above her head and pushing them flat to the floor as he urged her legs wider with a few wriggling nudges of his hips. "That incident was upsetting. A reoccurrence of it or any other assaults," he punctuated with a nip, "on your person should be prevented at all costs."
"What--Ohhhhh--What do you suggest?"
"I should move in with you."
And suddenly he was inside her again, warm and full, and she sighed contentedly, throwing her head back and arching her body into his. It was like coming home, and she struggled to move her hips against his but he kept her pinned and stayed unmoving within her. She could see the strain and concentration the lack of movement was causing him and writhed more determinedly. His hands left hers to brace his weight on the floor, and she was proceeding to wind her arms triumphantly around his neck when the flash of light on metal distracted her.
She stared at the simple golden band and single small diamond sparkling on her left ring finger. Where he had managed to hide it when he had been naked the whole time and, for that matter, how long it had been on her finger without her noticing, she would never know. But there were other, more important, things occupying her attention at the time.
"Was that . . . was that a proposal?"
"Yes or no, Relena?"
"'re 're not on your knees."
"This is better." And to emphasize his point, he withdrew and pushed in again with aching slow.
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