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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
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A.N. I apologize for the delay in getting this chapter out and available to the masses. My excuses: term paper, final projects, final exams, house renovation, work, flooding, computer dying, nervous breakdown. Beyond that let's not discuss it. ^__^;;

I hope to have the next part out in better time, but the fic has started writing itself and is determined to develop something resembling a plot. This was SUPPOSED to be the final chapter complete with happy ending, but Heero decided to be an ass *bashes him with mallet in traditional righteously indignant anime girl style* and Wufei is demanding more screen time. So we'll have to wait and see what happens. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter Summary: In which Relena finally gets that ride on top of Heero that she's been wanting, and something almost like a plot mysteriously occurs. The LEMON has arrived.

Executive Orders

~An Out of Control Sequel~

by

Smarty Cat

smartycat9383@yahoo.com

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Part 4 -- Desire

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"I will obey all orders."

Heero towered over her sprawled form, straight and tall and oh so masculine, his hands clenched at his sides and trembling slightly. Relena stared up at him, caressing the planes of his form where his shirt clung to his damp torso with adoring eyes. His own glittered back at her, hot and dark and burning, branding her skin, and she felt suddenly self-conscious under his gaze.

She licked her lips nervously and shivered when he focused on the movement with concentrated intensity. His eyes flicked to hers, and they stared at each other in absolute silence. To show uncertainty now would end the game that had sprung up between them, but Relena had to know. She mouthed the words her pride and the unspoken rules they followed would not let her say.

Are you sure?

Surprise flickered openly across his face. His eyes widened and softened for a split second before returning to hooded blue fire, and he inclined his chin briefly.

Yes.

A heady thrill raced in an electric arc across Relena�s body, bringing a warm rosy flush to her skin. He was wild and dangerous, but he had freely chosen to submit to her will. A wicked smile curved her lips, and her hand closed around her riding crop as she contemplated how far her control over him extended. She brushed its edge idly across her hip as she rose onto one elbow, luxuriating in the sudden rush of sensuality.

"Heero, take off your jacket."

His eyes never left her as he shrugged out of the leather bearing the Preventer logo and allowed it to fall carelessly to the floor.

"And the shirt."

The green tank top was easily pulled over his head and discarded, and Relena felt a warm fluttering start in the pit of her stomach as his muscles flexed and rippled with the casual movement. The memory of his taste lay vividly on her tongue, and her body thrummed with the desire to experience it again. She drew her legs up and rose slowly to her feet, feeling as if the very foundations of the earth were shaky. Heero remained still as she sauntered to him, stopping an armslength away. Relena extended her hand and gently drew the tip of the riding crop in a line across his waist, very careful to keep a distance between them.

"Heero, take off your pants."

He stepped out of his shoes and reached for the buckle of his belt, but Relena�s crop stilled his hand with a light tap.

"Did I say you could take off your shoes?" Warning mixed smoothly with amusement in her husky murmur.

Heero�s dark gaze flicked from her face to the crop that was ever so slowly drifting down the tent at the front of his pants. His nostrils flared as his eyes fell closed, and he responded with a hoarse groan.

"What was that, Heero? I�m afraid I didn�t quite catch it."

"Obstacle . . . to the . . . mission," he forced out, muscles shivering with eagerness.

Relena laughed breathlessly and pulled the crop away. "We can�t have that, can we?" Her voice dropped to a silken purr as she studied him from beneath hooded eyelids. "Eliminate them all."

The pants dropped around his ankles quite quickly, and he stepped out of the pool of cloth, broken handcuffs jingling around his ankles.

It�s a pity he�s taken to wearing underwear.

He toed off his socks, kicking them across the room and quickly removed the offending underwear.

Relena glided forward, stopping scant inches from his body. Her skin flushed and tingled from the warmth that radiated from his nude form, and she reveled in the heat of arousal. Heero quivered before her, and she was amused to note him begin to shift forward ever so slowly.

"Ah ah, Heero." She admonished him impishly, poking her index finger against the solid wall of his chest to ease him back. "I didn�t say you could move."

His eyes flashed, a dangerous promise blooming in the darkened depths. Relena smiled openly, relishing his restrained defiance as she flattened her hand against his skin and smoothed her palm in a languid path down his stomach. His breath hitched and tightened when her fingers brushed through the patch of course hair between his thighs, and he threw back his head with a sharp inhalation when her hand closed around his arousal.

Such a convenient handle.

Her fingers danced and stroked his length as she gently drew him closer. He came easily, willingly to her, fisting one hand in her hair as she nipped and licked at his clavicles. Relena pulled away and stared up at him coyly through her lashes as she twined her fingers with his. She raised his hand, settling it firmly over her heart.

"Heero . . . touch me."

He obeyed.

His other hand left her hair and curled around her back, supporting her as her legs grew increasingly weak with each subsequent caress. Following the same torturous path she had used on him, he stroked his hand down the front of her breasts and dipped between them to unhook the front fastening bra she had chosen for the occasion. With the obstruction gone, he lowered his head, nuzzling and brushing wet kisses across sensitive skin. Relena stifled a shriek when his mouth closed over one swollen, sensitized nipple as he trailed his hand in a lazy path down her stomach. The crop slipped through her suddenly weak fingers, and her hands rose to curl around his neck. Her eyes fell closed and she threw her head back as his hand moved still lower, pressing firmly against her through the lace barrier of her panties. She clutched at his shoulders, digging tiny crescents into his skin as she moaned his name. She felt him smile against her breast and giggled breathlessly, pulling his lips back up to hers.

"You never did say whether you liked the panties, Heero," she murmured between kisses.

His mouth drifted back to her ear as he snagged his fingers in the offending article and pulled it down. "You look better without them."

She shivered as his heated whisper washed over the delicate shell of her ear and shuddered deliciously when his fingers parted her damp thighs and slipped in against her wet heat. Tiny arcs of electricity jolted her body and she reveled in the current, mewling softly and kissing him deeply while her hands alternately fluttered restlessly across his body and clutched him to her.

Heero lowered their entwined bodies to the floor, settling himself atop her, but Relena was just coherent enough to push him away.

"My turn," she gasped, scratching her nails in a line down his chest as she rolled atop him. Heero�s hands clasped firmly to her buttocks as he lifted her, and she swatted them away. "Don�t make me tie you up again." The discarded riding crop came easily to her hand, and she tapped the end of it against his mouth very softly. "Heero, be still."

He quieted beneath her, only his ragged breathing and glowing eyes revealing his fervor. Relena dropped the crop near his hip as she scooted backwards down his body. She braced herself on his chest with one hand as the other wrapped around his length and she positioned herself above him. She lowered her body on him slowly, inch by torturous inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her. Heero did not move once during the process though his eyes became hooded and unfocused and veins stood out on the sides of his neck at the strain of obeying her command.

Relena panted quietly, her body slowly adjusting to the long forgotten feeling of fullness. She flexed her muscles around him experimentally, and he moaned sharply, thrusting up into her instinctively.

"Bad Heero," Relena choked, digging her nails into his chest as she sat up completely astride him. She coiled her legs beneath her, and lifted with her thigh and hip muscles, rising and falling in an instinctual steady rhythm on his body. Heero matched her thrust for thrust, timing himself to catch her on the down stroke.

"Yes, faster," she gasped at the deeper penetration, a wonderful little keening noise rising in her throat. His hands molded themselves to her rear, helping her to keep the pace when her legs weakened and started trembling violently. Relena reached for him, his name a plea dropping from her lips. Heero rose to meet her with one hard thrust, and she shattered into exquisite, glittering shards of ecstasy. His name was ripped from her mouth in a wail, and tremors wracked her body as her inner muscles clamped and rippled around him.

Mission complete.

Heero followed with a shuddering groan, letting himself go in sweet release. They lay together entwined and breathless on the carpeting, the clock on the wall ticking away their time together. When lucidity returned to Relena she started dusting feathery kisses across his skin until she reached his mouth. Heero gathered her close and curled around her protectively as he returned her caresses. There had been no time for cuddling after their first union, and it was a novel experience. They kissed long and slow and languid, tongues twining together in a lazy dance. Relena pulled away reluctantly when she felt the first stirrings of desire reawaken.

"I have to go. The Parisian ambassador will be expecting me soon, and I should probably change first." She caressed his face tenderly with her fingertips and felt a sinking feeling of loss as shutters fell across his eyes.

Heero nodded silently, pulling out of her and turning away as he began to gather their scattered clothes. Relena studied his closed off expression warily from the corner of her eye as they dressed side by side, but it did not waver. He straightened her hair and habit for her, his hands gentle but strangely impersonal. Relena turned, rising up on her toes to kiss his cheek at the door, and he looked at her squarely.

"Will you be coming back?"

She smiled uncertainly, searching his gaze for some clue, some sign. "Don�t I always? If you want me to I will."

His eyes narrowed, but he nodded curtly, opening the door and escorting her into the hallway.

"Have a good day, Vice-Foreign Minister. I hope I solved the problem for you."

Relena's eyes widened and her face paled as though he had struck her a physical blow, and she reached for him, but he had already closed the door. Her fingers lingered hesitantly over the speaker button, but this was hardly something they could discuss publicly. She slumped against his door miserably, pressing her hands against the cold wood and raising sorrowful eyes to the ceiling.

"You�ll obey all orders, right, Heero?" she whispered quietly. "Love me."

***

Wufei watched as Heero slumped in his desk chair and buried his head in his hands. He eyed his subordinate with a strange blend of contempt and compassion before checking his watch and switching off the television. Wufei spun in his seat and pulled the incriminating footage out of its recorder, yanking open the bottom drawer of his desk. The disk in its protective case clattered loudly against the bare steel before a stack of loose papers were tossed in on top to conceal it.

The Chinese man turned a key in the drawer lock and stashed the small item in his pocket. He grabbed an object off his desktop and leaned back in his chair, kicking his feet up on the desk. Wufei regarded the small, plainly packaged porno disk in his hand with narrowed eyes.

"I knew that boy would be a bad influence on her."
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