unrequited

unrequited


disclaimer: consider this tale disclaimed
warning: sex and violence, what we live for
an: Just a reminder that Ashley has to write down any valid points for later refersal at my house. Also, any bizarre, unexplained mistakes beyond grammer and spelling were caused by the last crash on aff.net. Alot of stories were effected and never corrected. Like this one.



//and like any hot blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave//

Alanis’s Uninvited



Chapter thirteen/complicate


Relena was on a mission of her own. And it involved a frank and serious discussion with Trowa Barton, former lover. And quite simply put – she dreaded it.

She was going to submit.

Lord, she was a fucking nymphomaniac.

Deep down she knew relationswas was superficial and void of any pure intimacy. She knew that he wanted sex from her and little else – was not interested in her opinions, or her advice, or company. He didn’t know how she liked her coffee, didn’t know her favorite movie or book or how she liked to leave the window open at night for a bite of fresh night air. He didn’t even know her birthday was a month shy. They were strangers by every definition. Strangers, who incidentally fucked like it was going out oyle.yle.

When he came to her last night, it had been like a dream. His movements were so precise, so intimate…it was almost like another person was there, touching her, kissing her, stroking her. She remembered his fingers stroking her to orgasmic bliss and shuddered. He could drive such a response from her it made her sick to think there was nothing more behind it, no fleeting emotion, no love.

It saddened her to be used, but excited her. And by acknowledging that fact, she was, in fact, using him.

Love was not easy. Sex could be dissected but not to a hundredth of the capacity of love. She was startled by the fact she didn’t want Trowa’s love – nor would she attempt to gain it. She obviously aroused him – and he did offer respect and an open ear.

But She did need him. He was under her skin, writhing and ringing for her, stroking her from the inside out. He had filled her with physical longing, filled her to the point of implosion, so full she was sweating as she thought of him, thought of them.

The bruises were still there, a teasing reminder, a dirty secret. She knew how they got there. She covered them with some pride, knowing she was desirable and had driven a man to do these things to her.

Only this time, they would play by her rules. Less experimentation - she was not a guinea pig for sexual perversity. No more three-ways, for a while at least. She was, after all, not bisexual. And this above all – nothing to undermine her as a woman or politician. That tryst in the conference room didn’t go unnoticed – she found air-fresheners in there later that day. Sex with kink was allowed – provided it didn’t leave her feeling used or insulted. She thought these were diminutive gains that he wouldn’t mind conceding too, especially with the expected end results.

Especially once she told him he was right, he was apart of her now. As much as love was not a factor she wanted to observe, she wasn’t without emotion for Trowa. Something drove her too him – and it was stronger than physical attraction but not a deep and heart wrenching as love. No, she didn’t love Trowa. She loved what he did to her.

She knocked on the door.

Three days ago she basically told him to fuck himself. When she met his cool, even glare at first she was embarrassed at first. So embarrassed every single fleeting thoughs vas vanquished. And his mouth met hers.

The door was shut behind her, her body pressed into the heavy wood, her arms wrapped around his body frantically groping. His mouth was on fire, liquid against her own, his tongue branding her with heat. He sucked her tongue, stroked and caressed it like he was wild for her taste. She growled under his ministrations, found herself hot with only the taste of him, the barest of feels to warm and liquefy her core.

He pulled away, watched the passion dance in her eyes, her nipples swell under her rumpled shirt. “It was only a matter of time before you came back to me,” He said, lifting his finger to tease her nipple with a feather light grazing.

She licked her swollen lips. “Please, Trowa.” She grabbed hold of his hand, cupped her breast in it, and kneaded the mound using his fingers as her guidance. “I know what I said, I was upset – but I want this. I want you. But not with these games you keep playing. I can’t understand you sometimes, it’s like you’re pushing me here and then there and for what-”

His mouth cut her off, swallowing her words whole. He pressed her into the door again, this time his fingers crawling down her body to settled on her waist. His movements were so passive she grew even more flustered – she needed him, she needed the release. She was shaking with it, her arms wrapped around his body, her fingers under his shirt rubbing his warm skin. She slid her hands lower, her fingers dipping under the waistband of his pants to take hold of her prize, his firm member. She stroked him once, tested the weight of his testicles in her palm.

“No,” He pulled his mouth away from hers. “If you want me so much, show me.” He replied, taking her hands.

“Trowa,” Her voice was heavy with rapture mixed with doubt. “No games-”

He hushed her with another soul searing kiss, lapping at her mouth with such fervor she forgot herself. “I want you to show me what it was like without me. How you were alone in your bed and were hot.” He released her again, dropping a single kiss against her forehead. “I want to see what you had to do to make you forget me.”

Her breath quickened. “Show you-”

He nodded, stepping back another foot.

Relena’s hand shook with excitement as she began to pluck the buttons of her shirt open, pulling it from her body and tossing it to the floor. The air was cool on her naked skin and her nipples hardened painfully under the lace confines of her bra. She ran her hands down her body, settling at her waist and moving back to the clasp and zipper. The skirt puddle around her feet, revealing the lace ensemble beneath – Brazilian lace panties and black scalloped edge thigh-high stockings. Her skin was crawling under the heat of his gaze and the cool air around her. She backed up, her knees hitting the king-sized bed against one wall.

She sat down, her legs spread wide as she began to touch herself. Her hands roamed over her goose-bumped flesh, from her shoulders, brushing her breasts, down her abdomen to her hips and back. rem removed her bra, flinging it across the room. She cupped her breasts, caressed the supple flesh and aroused her swollen nipples further with her thumbs.

Trowa watched intently from the other wall, leaning with one hip cocked and his hands unfastening his belt.

Her finger slid down her waist, reaching the edge of her panties. Lifting her hips, she pulled them from her body, down her legs and pushed them aside to reveal her inflamed sex. Bringing her fingers to her mouth, she coated her fingers with saliva and brought them down to her core, stroking herself with slow, deliberate movements.

Across the room Trowa was smiling his usual smile, stroking himself.

She sighed contently as her pleasure rose under the heat of his eyes on her. She fondled her clit and hooked her fingers into her silky cunt, thrusting twice before circling back. She threw her head back, groaned as the wetness gushed down her thighs and her body screamed out its climax. She opened her eyes and took her silky wet fingers into her mouth, sucking hungrily on her own orgasm.

Trowa rushed her, from across the room, pinning her under his weight on the mattress. Kneeling on his haunches, he pushed her pelvis up, joining her silky wetness to his stiff resolution. “Oh Trowa,” She moaned at the feel of him pulsating inside her, attempting to sit up and ride him, but he held her wrists tight.

His mouth lapped hungrily at the displayed peaks, nibbling the underside. He felt her shudder around him but did nothing – he simply held himself tight within the moist cleft betwixt her thighs.

“Please,” She moaned, twitching her hips again. “Move.”

He smiled at her again, his eyes misty with passion but open with control. Contradictory as it was, it suited him, it was him. She could barely stand it, the passivity of his movements, but the combination of his smug smile and those eyes…She was at his mercy. She crawled back to him and he wasn’t about to maker her forget who was in charge. No, she had to learn her lessons. This was how he controlled her.

“Fuck me,” She whispered.

He released her wrists, pulled her hips up so they were face to face. He rolled his pelvis up, jerking himself upwards as she moved against him, riding him with all she could. The feel of him locked inside her was so exquisite, so entrancing she hit her peak again, clenching down on him with every part of her being, her mouth, her hands, her thighs, her aching cunt.

He exploded within her with a grunt of primal satisfaction, felt their combined fluids pool between them, the minor soreness of where she had clawed at his back. He met her eyes again, moving in to kiss her. “You belong to me,” He whispered in her ear, his tongue brushing the lobe.

Her heart fluttered in her chest and she felt scared and excited all at the same time, like she was going down a roller coaster’s first hill. “I do?”

His smile suddenly faded. “Does your security detail know you are here?”

She nodded her head. “You are my security detail,” She responded.

“No.” Trowa kissed her again, a gentle nibbling of the lips. He looked very tired at the moment, as if he was worn out. Relena was startled – normally they could go all night and he’d not appear so haggard. “Heero fired me.”

She blinked. “What? Why?”

His smile returned. “Because I’m fucking you and he doesn’t like it very much.”

Relena groaned, thrusting her hips into his groin again, stirring his arousal. “Then that is his problem. I’m not interested in him, I want you.”

Trowa laughed – a rare sound indeed. “You should tell him that. He believes I have tainted you.”

She groaned, kissing his jaw. “He is such an idiot. Let’s not think about him again.” She jerked her hipto hto his again. “You’re still clothed. Let’s get you naked,” She replied, pulling herself off of him and reaching for his pants.

“Easy now,” Trowa responded, removing his cell phone from his pocket and putting it on the nightstand. Relena was too entranced watching him step out of his pants to hear the cell click off and see the lights dim, and too aroused to care.



To be continued…