unrequited

unrequited



disclaimer: Own? Wrong number
warning: Lemon? I hope so
an: another revision!





chapter two/therapy



Life went on. Being Foreign Minister was suddenly advantageous – the constant whirl of business erased her humanity and her personal existence replacing it with a strict schedule. She didn\'t dare speak of her private torment, not that it mattered. Relena simply pushed it down, deep down past her heart until she could almost step on it. She walked over most of her feelings and impulses so naturally it was like a dormant volcano beneath her shoes, just waiting to be unleashed.

Heero retained his usual stoic demeanor in her presence. It was as if nothing had happened in his eyes – the situation was back to normal and controlled. It was difficult to imagine the pain of unrequited love when he was near – for he wouldn’t allow it. And neither could she.

The conference on L3 went longer than anticipated. The rush of people kept her focused on matters aside from personal depression. People depended on her to be a pillar of strength – inhumanly supportive and patient. They expected her to be the universal embodiment of womanly demeanor and a matronly idiom, a role she wore well to hide the emptiness underneath. It was less problematic to pretend than face the truth. Rare were moments when she had time to stop and sit down and actually think about something other than proposals and red tape. She could focus on work instead of her lacking individualism.

Perhaps that is why she had been the perfect target for it at the time.

It was late, the restaurant was about to close and empty except for a few idling patrons. As usual she was to dine alone, her request for a security agent to join her ignored - for her protection, appropriately. Not wanting to eat alone again, she did what anyone else in her position would have – she called the only person she knew on the colony. Not Heero – it was his night off and god knew what part of her administration he was screwing tonight. So she called Trowa Barton instead.

Since the war she kept some semblance of contact with the pilots. Heero worked her security, Quatre was a colony representative, Duo and Wufei worked for the Preventers on ESUN. Trowa however, was the furthest away, a somewhat recluse on L3. He occasionally did reconnaissance with the Preventers, but as far as she knew he still worked in the circus with his surrogate sister…Cathy, or something to that effect. Actually, she knew very little about Trowa – but the prospect of dining alone was too hard to bear and he had accepted her invite. The Vice-foreign Minister was not an easy invitation to decline.

Trowa arrived right on time, attired in a white button down shirt, black trousers and a plain black blazer. He was a startling change from the image of Trowa Barton she’d known during the the war – now a grown man, filled out with lean muscle, broad shoulders and piercing green eyes. His hair was shorter, not hiding his face but framing it, and his jaw was covered with a five o’clock shadow. Trowa was, well, put plainly – sexy as hell.

“Hello,” He took her extended hand and reached forward to kiss her cheek. “You look well.”

A little surprised, Relena smiled at his boldness. “Thank you. It’s good to see you again. It’s been so long.”

“Maybe too long,” Trowa agreed, pulling out her chair.

Relena kept dinner conversation on safe topics – minor politics, rebuilding post-war, economics. She avoided talking about the other pilots, Gundams and anything Rommefeller, but by the time he motioned their waiter for another bottle of wine she found herself telling Trowa everything and anything. From her own sense of personal isolation to her unrequited love for the perfect soldier to her own virginal status, no private topic was ignored. The words just seemed to flow past her tongue and without thinking she had told her entire sob story in four hours. Relena felt the wine start to fade and her weariness weight heavily back on her – her mouth was dry, her voice hoarse and her eyes watery and red. She was embarrassed to have talked so much, so openly.

But Trowa just listened. Nodding in comprehension he didn’t utter a single syllable and she had never been more thankful for the silence. Perhaps all she truly needed for so long was just an open ear.

Trowa gave her a ride back to her hotel room, following her up and holding open the door for her. His smile was so soft, those eyes so filled with serenity and turmoil that she didn’t know how to gauge them. Before she caught herself and turned away she wondered why they were so contradictory. What were they trying to say?

“I am embarrassed. I went on and on…” Relena’s eyes fell to the ground, her cheeks flushed with warmth and filled with color and thick strands of blond hair hid her face.

Trowa simply lifted her chin up so that her wavering gaze met his resolute, solid stare. “You needed it. Everyone seems to put the weight of the world on your shoulders rather than disperse it over their own.” He replied steadily. “I wonder who can take care of you.”

Disregarding her learned controlled behavior; Relena resorted to her youthful enthusiasm and reached forward, brushing her mouth against Trowa’s. Startled by her brazen action, he stepped back.

“Oh god,” Relena’s hand flew to her mouth. “I didn’t mean-”

Trowa shook his head. “No. That’s not it. I wasn’t ready. Let’s try that again.” Slowly prying her fingers from her mouth he swooped down and slowly pressed his lips against her. Relena’s lips parted to taste his kiss, deepening it. She felt his arms pull her closer, so close that she could feel the curve of his body against her own, her pelvis sinking into his, their stomachs tight. His tongue was in her mouth, exploring, her tongue gliding back with equal fervor, dueling. Her hands were in his hair, pulling him closer and closer into her. He tasted faintly like the merlot they had for dinner and something undistinguishable. Something unique and …addictive.

They parted slowly, with wet softer kisses to sooth the soreness of the hard, determined, sucking kisses. She was literally panting, her breath lost during the unbelievable kiss. Trowa was as affected by it as she.

She met his eyes, those emerald contradictions. “Could you…. could you take care of me – even if only for tonight?”

Trowa didn’t answer. Instead he pulled her tight to him for another onslaught of passion.

She fell into his arms, felt him push her back, back against the cool wood of the door. His lips traveled along her jaw and cheek, down to her neck where she felt them linger behind her ear. She pushed her pelvis against his and met with something rigid and solid. She moaned, pushing against his erection again.

“I want you,” His voice was hoarse in between kisses – his blood was boiling under her fingers. “Is this okay? I can stop.”

Licking her lips, she grabbed his wrist and placed his hand on her breast, squeezing. “Don’t stop.”

Moaning, he squeezed her breast again, using more force than she anticipated…but enough for her to appreciate. She felt her thighs quiver at the sudden, sharp sensation combined with his lips and her blood pool between them. She’d been felt up before but never like this, never with a real man with large calloused fingers kneading her so expertly. She was wet and he’d just begun.

Without warning his hand fell, his nimble fingers running along the row of pearl buttons to the waistband of her skirt down the wool to her hem and naked thighs. She moaned his name as his fingers slid up and down her skin, covered him in hot, wet open-mouth kisses. Her hand flew to his belt, slowly gliding if from his body. “Bed,” He murmured, grabbing her hand. He pulled her down onto the bed, finding her mouth again.

His hands never rested only explored – not that she minded. She was so lost in the sensation she didn’t care where he touched her as long as he did. She nearly screamed when he stroked her through her wet silk panties – but she was so full of his tongue no sound was audible. Suddenly she no longer had his taste on her tongue but a moan as he slithered down her body and jerked the skirt up over her hips and bunched it at her waist.

He licked her through the wet silk, his warmth and the cool silk a startling combination. She lifted her hips so he could remove the offending scrap of fabric but he pushed her down. “I want to eat you through the panties.” He said softly, as to not frighten her with his fetish. Relena was too aroused to deny him anything as she felt the silk against her throbbing clitoris. His tongue moved in circles, teasing her through the wetness, then poked inward, into her cunt. The teasing was nearly her end – her head thrashed, her fingers tangled themselves in his hair, urging his face further into her. The silk tightened against her until the pressure was too great and she exploded against his tongue.

His mouth found hers and she tasted her own pleasure – felt his fingers stretching her, his raging hard-on grinding between her thighs seeking acceptance. Her thighs parted wantonly as he pushed one finger, then two, then three into her cunt, mock thrusts meant to warn her, excite her. She was so lost in arousal she didn’t realize he’d freed himself from the confines of his trousers.

As he pushed himself into her, joining their trembling bodies, she cried out. His brow was covered with beads of perspiration, as he held strong, not moving, allowing her to adjust to his size. “Tell me…” He managed to whisper. “What…what does it feel like?”

“Full…” She answered softly.

And he began to move, a sly smile formed on his face. He moved slowly at first, his hands sliding up her arms, pinning them above her head. Relena wrapped her legs around his torso and he groaned, hastening his pace. Now he was no longer gentle – he pounded into her weak, immature pussy ruthlessly, one hand holding her wrists above her head the other teasing her clit vivaciously. Again and again he heaved into her tired aching body – until to her surprise she felt the heat of their union boil over her eyes and she climaxed through the pain, climaxed with the heat and arousal he had bestowed upon her. She barely felt his release in her throbbing body.

He held her tight, shining in afterglow. Her eyelids were suddenly heavy, her body spent and drained and sleep approached. “And we’ve only started…” he murmured against her tearstained cheek. His words barely registered as she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep….


To be continued…