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Slice of Life	By : Starla_Q Category: Gundam Wing/AC > General Views: 1313 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Here are the naughty bits as promised. :)

Chapter 5: Two After-Parties

They chatted about the party and revisited some events, hoping he would remember things. Maybe sipping brandy while trying to do that wasn't so productive. He didn't even recall the time Quatre asked him if he was alright, let alone being driven home. The stories were still entertaining though.

They talked for a while until Relena decided she was getting warm. After opening a window she retreated to the washroom, only to briefly freshen up and pep talk herself silently in the mirror. "I can do this, just not too far," she said, slightly dizzy. The prospect of being with Heero like that again overshadowed her judgment, or maybe it was the brandy dazzling her. Either way, she took a spot on the bed and he instantly took a spot on her lips. Not fighting the current, this went on for a few seconds until she broke the embrace, "Are we really thinking clearly?" She had a point, this was the thing she was kicking herself for initially, not that she wanted him to stop.

"Don't think about it like that," he caught her attention, "Why do you chase me?" His head stayed close to her face so his voice didn't need to be so loud. It was low and husky that way.

"Because you're hard to catch," she laughed. Relena was beginning to feel kind of drunk, she shut her eyes to drift as she listened to him.

He nodded, "Exactly," and laid her back on the bed. "When I'm 'not so hard to catch', it turns you on."

"You don't have to say it like that." She shut her eyes, it made her more excited when he said things like that. It seemed Heero was going to tell it like it was, regardless of her protests. He spoke naughty to her earlier too, when he was really wasted; it was a pattern, one that would likely continue.

"You got me to drink so I would be vulnerable; because if I was uninhibited, I may agree to things I wouldn't do normally," he laid kisses the length of her neck as he spoke.

She heard this and got defensive, "Heero, I didn't plan it to be like that, I wasn't trying to manipulate-" she was cut off.

"-what if I liked it?" he asked and buried a kiss deep into the side of her neck, silencing her. He got the impression his comment made her think, so he continued, "I have my wits about me all the time, maybe the thought of being taken by you in a moment of weakness, turns me on." He found the reddish spot he made before and once again assaulted her with those gentle brushing circles. Had he remembered the move from before, or had this been an idea in his head for a while.

"Does it?" she asked. His tongue was wicked, it made her blush to hear it and now to feel it. Relena drew a sharp breath.

"Does it what?" he egged her on.

Catching on to his mind game she sighed, for she had fallen right into that verbal trap. "Let me get this straight: You like being vulnerable and I like taking advantage of you." She recalled the speculation from earlier, on how her personality would shift if she were drunk, she didn't expect it to be like that for her. "We switched personalities, just like the others," she said with a giggle. It was funny to her because as an advocate of peace and pacifism, forcing someone to make a decision using illicit substances went against everything she stood for; uder-aged use a bit risky too. "This is why politicians hide their sex life, isn't it," her thoughts meandered as Heero remained perched above her, listening intently. She quickly blushed, realizing she called what they had going on a 'sex life', or at least she compared it to one.

"Because, they're kinky behind closed doors?" he asked and laid a gentle bite on her shoulder.

"Must you say those things?" It didn't bother her, not in a bad way anyway, it sent a chill through some very sensitive areas.

"Yes. If I didn't say things, you wouldn't know what I was thinking." He took joy in tormenting her, it was that much better to see her in sexual distress rather than real distress.

This statement enraged her. She laughed and pinched his sides, "Me, know what you're thinking?! I never know what you're thinking because you run away!" As she said this she fought with him for dominance, and won. Relena managed to pin him to the bed. She grinned. "Now that I got you, I have some questions," she said then noticed her nail dug into his arm in their tussle, "I'm sorry, I've maimed you," her drunken exaggeration was amusing to him.

He laughed, "It didn't hurt."

She was convinced that it did sting but he was acting tough. "Fine, how about this," she said and lined her fingernails up to his collar bones. She saw him tense up. "I wouldn't actually do it."

"Go on," he said and sealed his eyes. He opened a single eye, "Not too hard." He left the shirt undone to cool off, now it served to have the opposite effect.

"Okay..." she said and gingerly pulled her nails across his skin. It was enough to leave light red marks and apparently enough for him to sigh in pleasure. "You like it?" she asked and repeated the motion, this time in a slightly different area. He arched his back and squinted his eyes the second time around. "You like it," she said with more certainty. As her hands reached the base of his bare skin, they came back in contact with his belt buckle. "...you're hard," she said and caressed him through his clothing.

"Is that a problem?" he laid back, fully open to intrusion, enjoying being pet.

"Not really," she said without a hitch and began undoing his belt. The way he squirmed beneath her made her feel powerful, she crossed her fingers that she would be able to recall these moments tomorrow.

Heero tugged at the front of her shirt before she could go on, "Take this off." As instructed, she pulled it over her head and exposed her bra-less skin. Heero sat up and leaned against the headboard for this presentation. He remained semi-exposed through his half open pants. "I thought it was a dream. You weren't wearing anything under there after all," he said as he revisited the delicate nubs, unable to remember the first time he did so. They were warm against his mouth. Each time he tried to grasp some soft tissue between his lips, it would slip away. Each attempt was fruitless, but he kept at it.

"A dream? You dream about me?" she asked and gently she reached down the back of his draped shirt. She pulled her nails upward, making him sound for more.

"Sometimes I do...like when I would be on a long mission, riding through space. I'd fly for days with nothing to do. I'd wondered what it would be like if you came along on one of those trips." He began sharing his fantasy as she lightly scratched away at his shoulders and back of neck area. "I'd thought about you riding me as flew Wing Zero. In this position too." She was sitting on his lap facing him, the perfect way to conserve space in the cab of his mobile suit, he assumed.

"I thought the throttle might get in the way, but it proved useful in some scenarios." His hands found their way behind her, feeling for that delicate string she called 'underwear' as a guide. He cradled her bottom with both hands as they sat there. "The throttle would hit right here," he said and moved his fingers along her lower lips, making her gasp. "I'd have to be careful not to let you land on it," as he spoke, his fingers found and played with the very sensitive area. "I'd hold you just like this, and if I felt the throttle on the backs of my fingers, I knew I'd gone in too far. Then I'd have to hold you up higher." His hands tightened and pressed up, stimulating her suddenly, yet again.

"This means...you thought about going inside of me, before tonight...and being Rough about it?" She said with a mile wide smirk. Now she was the one saying naughty things. "We can't go all the way right now, I don't have any protection."

A smirk spread across his lips. "That's not quite what I had in mind," he said in a devious tone. The use of words quickly dropped off and the moment grew intense. Heero showed her what was on his mind and tugged her hips close, bumping her clit against his semi-exposed erection, in light crescents. “I don't have to go in to be rough on you.” He could feel her begin to thrust her pelvis on her own. The skin on skin contact was sinfully good. Grinding into his hard on caused her to orgasm quickly. “Apparently, I don't need to go in to make you come, either.”

As Heero felt her contractions twitching on, he slipped her thong over her cheeks and those same mischievous fingers found their way around. He held this girl in his embrace, his fingertips becoming wetter as he stroked inside of her, making the vaguest of suction noises.

His kisses were deep, as they had been before, and now his fingers were beginning to go deep too. They slid in and out of her entrance to get lubricated enough, then it was over top of her most sensitive nub. By the time he was done, she was saturated and had a hard time keeping quiet. He flipped their position so she was underneath him. He finished taking her panties off and tossed them aside.

Heero could feel the tension building within; he badly needed a release, it was time for a distraction to prolong the experience. "Relena," his lips located hers, and the velvety tongue within. He drew it into his mouth and held it with some amount of suction. His lips refused to let go all at once, the slippery vessel slowly gave way and retreated. "Get back here," he said and tried to grab her tongue again. He lost the fight and his tongue was abducted for a similar treatment. It made him weak in the knees and his weight rested on her until she had her fill.

Relena loved seeing him crumple at her touch. She couldn't stand it, her hands traveled to her nether regions and began massaging them precisely. He couldn't imagine this scene by himself, it needed to happen before his eyes. He paused to enjoy the view. Relena was playing with her girly bits beneath him, while their tongue's danced. He couldn't resist this girl any longer. "Let me lick you," he said and maneuvered one knee between her legs.

She blushed hard, “Only if you stop saying those things,” she relaxed her legs and spread for him. “Wait, lick where?”

He saw that where he played with her, was a stain on the sheets, below her hips. "Relax your legs, I'll show you," he instructed and began to kiss the inner part of her thigh. "Only if your sure," he said and laid one of her legs across his back. She gave him a nod of permission; Heero was allowed to use his tongue on her lady parts. It dipped in once to trace the sides of her vagina, then plucked across her clitoris, making her jump. Sensing the tension, he searched for the 'pluck' that brought her so much joy. With little to no effort, he located it again. This time giving it more attention, flicking and playing with it back and forth using the tip of his stiffened tongue. He mainly moved his head at the neck to obtain the back and forth motion, for his tongue muscle lacked the stamina.

"Heero~" she cooed a few times, feeling like she really needed to pee, but knew she didn't actually have to.

His ever searching tongue found it's way further inside her lower lips. He plunged his tongue in deeply and pressed his jaw inward, achieving maximum penetration. The walls of her vagina contracted, tightening from the constant stimulation. He managed to make her come a second time. He could feel her body shake from the convulsion of ecstasy, her moans sounded sharp and meaningful, being pressed into the pillow to be muffled. Heero was pleased, making her ejaculate was a personal goal he had set; mission accomplished, he felt.

"Let me go down on you too," she said while frantically panting. Relena loved seeing him crumple at her tough, and she wanted to reward him for making her feel such a thing. She took his member and caressed it into following her, "Sit on the edge of the bed," she said and lowered herself to the floor.

Heero had a knee on either side of her and instructions to lean back. The sound that escaped his lips on the first encounter was breathtaking. She was sure to use a lot of saliva and started by taking just the head into her mouth. She pumped her head up and down, to get him going. "Don't push down, I'm going to try something." Relena decided to see how far she could put him in her mouth. She held her breath and relaxed her throat. Feeling the length of his hard slide across her tongue brought her much joy; it brought him much joy when he got to her vocal cords, where it stopped.

As if he couldn't make her any hotter, he spoke aloud, "Y-you're trying to make me come, are-n't you?" His words were sewn with pleasure. Her tongue wrapped around the tip of his penis and twirled there a few times, afterward, her head bobbed down as low as she could go. "That tongue thing was good. Do it again...p-please..."

She couldn't help but notice him begging her, he didn't use manners for just anyone. As requested, she repeated her swirl motion. She continued until he reached climax, which he so gently tried to alert her to by tapping her head and a nearly inaudible 'hey'. Louder moans than before filled the air as he came. She continued sucking the tip until he was completely done; she spat in a napkin and set it aside quickly. As a reflex motion she continued to suck on the the tip of his stiff, something she had read in a magazine. She continued after he came because he was supposed to be really sensitive right now.

Each time she pumped her head afterward he let out another sound of recognition. "That's so...you have...I...," were the only words he could come up with while receiving this blow job extension, the sensation was wild. He made a little more noise than he intended.

When Heero finally caught his breath his eyes opened, once again seeing the spinning room. "Not bad," he said and relaxed, buzzing, satisfied.

"Agreed," she said. Relena pushed him backward and quickly slinked over him, straightening their bodies on the bed. Where as most would check in or cuddle with their new partner after such an encounter, neither did. When all was said and done they passed out together and that was enough. She laid on her stomach, arms propping her head up as she snoozed the rest of the night away at his side.

The next morning happened far too soon. Heero's phone rang at eight, it was Quatre asking for coffee. Relena hunted down her clothing and said her goodbyes. She didn't try to stick around, for he had shared more than enough of his time with her. He also probably wanted to keep any personal matters to himself. "Would you be up for coming to a show with me? I'm on the mic this weekend." She was planning on going alone to do the announcements, but having him to keep her company would be nice. "It's an awards ceremony with lots of sitting and clapping."

"I've got a few papers to write, I could keep you company as I work on them." He bussied himself with finding a new shirt and pulled it over his head.

While his back was turned, Relena noticed he sported some visible red stripes. She blushed and recalled the night past. "Sounds good, I'll call you before Thursday," she said and reached for the handle.

"Hold on," he said and looped an arm around her waist, holding her close, "Don't you drive. I'll call a ride for you, go to the front." As simply as that, he let her go again. Heero was in the right, if she was still groggy from the brandy she could get in trouble if pulled over.

"Very well. Thank you for the company," she said and took her leave.

Heero rang the taxi service, all the while wondering if you were supposed to thank someone for that sort of thing. Did he regret spending the night with Relena? No. He had taken what the 'white suit' said to heart: If he were to progress, Relena's word was gold. He also took note to how detached she was, she didn't cling to him as she usually did when they got up. Maybe giving her some time now and then was all he had to do to keep her at bay. He made up his mind to dedicate himself to going with her the following weekend, without the drink this time, to see if he really had anything for her.

Quatre showed up shortly after, thankfully not passing Relena as she made her way out. "I still feel drunk," he said as he sat down in the extra chair in his room. He was fortunate that Heero agreed to make him coffee, being sober and able to comprehend conversation was essential for him to get through the day. He took a sip of his hot beverage, "Duo called me, I told him I was coming here."

"Why would you do that?" Heero asked as if he were complaining about a rain shower happening in the middle of the day. Duo was his closest friend, he was going to be able to tell something was up just by the way he was acting. He wasn't looking to talk about his encounter with Relena so soon after it happened.

"He probably isn't doing too good," Quatre defended him because he bore witness to the bartender sousing him up. Two thirds of what Duo drank was unintentional. Though he felt it served him right for admitting to spiking Heero's drink.

Pouring himself some coffee he sat at the edge of the bed, where he had been only hours earlier with his fling. "I was told by inside sources that he dropped something in my drink; and here I was blaming it on Relena."

"No, that was Duo. Relena was extremely helpful last night, she even helped you down to the car. By they way, how are you feeling this morning?" He showed general concern.

Heero knew nothing of how he got home, he only picked up when Relena shook him from his tub poised position. "Pretty good. I woke up holding on to the tub," he equivocated.

Quatre laughed, "I didn't sleep well, and when I woke up I was still like this," he said and pointed at his head. "I wasn't a big fan of alcohol and I think I have legitimate grounds to not like it now." He had taken in so much of the drink that his body didn't even have time to process all of it.

As they spoke, there was a heavy, slow knock at the door. When opened, it was a sorry sight. Poor Duo stood there leaning against it's frame, his arm not yet lowered from it's knocking position and rested atop the large tin bucked he was hugging. Eyes closed he managed to say, "Quatre said you have coffee."

Heero shrugged and let him in, distinctly remembering the nausea he too felt; he could only imagine the pain his friend was in. "Didn't the person you stay with have coffee," though he couldn't show sympathy, for he didn't want this to become a habit.

Duo moved lucidly across the room. "Hey Quatre-he did but it was instant and since I know you're a snob when it comes to hot beverages I want your coffee and your floor, excuse me." He laid his empty bucket outside the bathroom and went in to curl up.

"Insulting me isn't how you get coffee," he didn't take well to being called a snob. Duo did have a point though, he did buy good beans. 'Instant' tasted like garbage and was for missions, and missions only. "What's with the bucket?" he asked, assumed he had it because he wasn't feeling well. He watched Duo take up refuge by the tub, a familiar place.

"I got a cab and didn't want to chance messing up the car. They make you pay extra for that stuff, did you know that?" They didn't know that, but it was a piece of information worth remembering. He didn't remember Relena taking him home, nor had he been sent the bill for cleaning her car. It was in the works.

Trowa was the next to appear, fresh as a daisy(the bastard), offering his sage like advice to a retching Duo. "You need to drink water, you'll never feel better if you try waiting it out."

Catching a breath through dry heaves, "Good...to know...cup?" he said from within the bowl. Heero took the hint and brought him a bottle of water from a quickly emptying mini fridge. "Even better, thanks," Duo said. Heero cracked the bottle for him and left to his own devices. "You even opened it for me? Aww, Heero's giving me pity."

Trowa took up residence against a book shelf, "Traveling with a circus quickly familiarizes you with the tricks of the trade. People think coffee sobers them up, no, it's drinking the water that rehydrates you." He sipped his drink of fancy, non-instant coffee.

"You've done this before then?" Quatre asked, his head still being bombarded by booze.

"A couple times, but I've had to deal with the aftermath of drinking from others a lot. I've had practice." When you were on the road, drinking was one of the few passtimes the circus folk could enjoy. "I also know how to pace myself," he said and gave note to Quatre's lack of sobriety.

"I won't be doing that again, don't worry," he rested against the nearest wall to his chair.

"Heard that," Duo said from the other room, as an acknowledgment of Quatre's true words.

"Me too," Heero said in a volume loud enough for everyone to hear, "Provided I'm allowed to stay sober."

Duo laughed ruthfully at himself, "Heh~, I had this coming, I got ya', karma." He was too exhausted to argue or lie.

"You missed a fun evening," Quatre said, being one of the few people who could remember things. He brought up all the different people at the party and how much their connections expanded in one evening. They were inturrupted by the bathroom make noises again, loud ones.

"Drink some water," Trowa said with little enthusiasm.

"What's the point?" he said in accordance to his current ability to retain things.

There was another knock at the door. This time it was Wufei who came in. He sat on an empty section of the bed and looked as though he was trying to solve a complex equation. "I have no idea what happened..." he said and looked over to Heero, the one pouring another reluctant cup of coffee.

"About what?" Quatre asked, being slightly more alert now.

Wufei reached into his pocket and emerged with a handsome sum of money, "I have no idea where this came from." He had a few too many pre-party drinks and didn't remember a single thing, "Did I rob somebody?" He looked around to see many confused faces staring back; apparently his actions were contrary to someone who was that drunk.

"You leveled everyone at cards!" Duo yelled from the bathroom, "You suck!" No one could tell if he was mad at Wufei because of the money he made, or the fact he wasn't hungover.

When the after-party was over, as piled out of the dorm room, Quatre was the last to exit. He noticed something peculiar on his travels. "Is this mine?" he said and removed an empty glass from Heero's bookshelf, it had a neon green stir stick. Quatre assumed he brought it in himself absent mindedly. "I'm still out of it this morning, sorry."

Heero froze in his tracks, unaware of the glass's presence. He didn't see Quatre holding anything when he came in, he had no clue where it came from. "No problem, talk to you later," he said and shut the door, relieved he didn't get questioned further.

When the four neared the front door of the dormitory, Quatre paused and said "Wait..." looking at the glass he had been in the bottom of the night before, "...I asked Relena to take this back after she dropped me off..." They all looked at each other, knowing full well Heero knew more than he was letting on; they walked away when they knowingly decided he would never tell.

...final chapter, in this arc(I mean)!

Wa-Bam! Plot bunny, successfully recorded on digital paper.

Now this is the interesting part...this is the point where I was originally going to stop. It seemed like a reasonable conclusion to the story. But when I got here, I failed to notice that, along the way, another plot bunny showed up...and they had babies, lots of plot bunny babies!

So I'm not stopping here, I'm going to use this party as a launch pad for dealing with the transition into young adulthood. When most people write about becoming a young adult, they tend to forget that not everything goes as planned. Or that, 'only one thing goes wrong'.

And normally all it takes is one event to make your brain go 'Hey, wait, hold on. Where did my control go?' Then it's all down hill from there. And judging from the fact these guys are most likely to be riddled with PTSD and in no condition to take care of themselves. At least not without social support. Where the point of the rest of this story comes from. You'll see.
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