unrequited

unrequited


disclaimer: meh.
warning: is this tame or panty wetting? i wonder.
an: thanks for the reviews aka motivation


//my god sits in the back of a limousine
my god comes in a wrapper of cellophane
my god pouts on the cover of a magazine
my god is a shallow little bitch trying to make a scene
i have arrived this time
(don’t believe the hype)
i listen to everyone and know that everyone was right
i’ll be there for you as long as it works for me
i play a game
it’s called insincerity//

nin, starfuckers

Chapter six/games


Relena let out a slight sigh of relief as she sunk into the fragrant bathtub Trowa had prepared for her. Her whole body was stiff and sore from a day of meetings then followed by a rigorous workout on her elliptical and a quickie in the steam room afterwards. The bath was lukewarm and filled with her favorite oils and then dusted with rose pedals. Trowa appeared at the doorway, a bottle of chilled Champagne in one hand, two fluted stems in the other. He was dressed in only a towel and a rakish smile.

As Relena looked up he bent down to brush his lips across hers, the touch faint and promising more. She accepted a glass of the sparkling wine with an odd look. “What are we celebrating?” She asked.

“You,” He answered, clinking their glasses together.

She chuckled softly, taking a demure sip and sinking further into the tub. “This is heavenly,” She sighed contently.

“I’m glad you enjoy it.” Trowa replied, picking up a sea sponge and soaking it in the water. “You must have had a hard day. You drew blood with your nails this afternoon.”

She tilted her head back to inspect his chiseled chest, marred with claw marks from when she grabbed him during sex. Indeed she had been aggressive, jumping up into his lap and onto his mouth, hungrily anticipating union. Ironic – when they had first begun this affair he had been the dominant being, but less and less had he to exert any form of power or control over her. As she felt the wet sponge brush against the tops of her breasts she realized more and more how much influence she had over him, how vibrant her own sexuality had blossomed under his tutelage.

She grabbed the hand that hovered above and brought it to her lips. “Join me,” she insisted.

The towel dropped to the floor. Trowa’s bare form was always breathtaking – his skin was tanned and toned, his chest defined and sculpted, his abdomen rippled with muscle. His hips narrowed to muscular thighs and calves, although not before displaying his semi-erect member and testicles – perfect. Her mouth watered as he settled into the water, pulling her onto his lap.

“You’re beautiful,” She admitted, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.

He kissed her, soft although not lacking in heat, gently, if not passively brushing his tongue against her own.

“I could watch you all day long,” She replied, turning around to face him, sloshing water over the edge of the whirlpool tub. She ran her wet fingers down his chest, brushing his nipples, swirling around his bellybutton and stopping their decent with a teasing smirk.

“Watch me do what?” He asked as he began to kiss up along her neck and jaw line, licking the tender flesh. She let out a small woe and he suckled the flesh harder. “Speaking of watching,” He changed topic.

“Heero,” She moaned, brushing her hands up and down his forearms.

“He liked what he saw?”

“He came,” She whispered. “I saw it.”

He pushed back slowly. “Really.” Relena didn’t know if he was asking a question or making a statement.

Relena brushed the hair from his eyes. “Does this surprise you or not?”

His thumbs pressed her erect nipples and smoothed over the supple breasts hanging so perfectly in front of him. “You thought you were in love with him,” He watched her eyes shift and knew his assumption was correct. “And yesterday he got off watching me fuck you.”

“Do you think he was jealous?” She asked, attempting to keep her voice even.

Trowa kneaded her breast with a bit more force than before, causing her thighs to squeeze his waist. “I think,” He punctuated each word by blowing on her nipples, ripe like raspberries, “He failed to see the woman I see.” He kissed her again, pulling her by the hair deeper into his mouth. “I think he wants you, now that he sees what I see. And I really think,” He tongue-fucked her mouth again, leaving her breathless in his wake before he finished, “I think you should use this to your advantage.”

She pulled away, her eyes wide. “You mean…”

“Tease him, taunt him, flirt – do whatever you can to make him more uncomfortable than he’s ever been before. I want you to take him to the brink of heat and leave him hanging. It’s the perfect revenge, isn’t it? Your feelings went unrequited, so be his passion.” He grabbed her by the hips and thrusted her against his pelvis – a mock thrust meant to show her how rock hard he was for her.

Relena shivered. “But…this is cruel.”

“Is that why you love it so much?” He asked, rolling his fingers over her clitoris. “I want to watch you seduce the Perfect Soldier and leave him caught in sexual limbo.”

She slid down onto his erection, squeezing his sides to keep their positions locked in the slippery water. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him hard. “Then I’ll do it. Besides…it might be fun.”

“That’s my girl.” He chuckled despite the obvious strain his restraint was reeking over his body.

“Now shut up and let me ride you hard,” She whispered against his jaw, as she began to rock her hips into his, meeting his thrusts with her own, sliding up and down and left and right over his swollen dick. Water splashed against their bodies as the wet skin met and welded itself with wet skin. He bit her shoulder and she came, her cry hoarse and swallowed by his mouth as he followed her, letting the waves of orgasm crash over them and the bathwater go calm.

“Jesus,” She muttered. “I think I need a shower after this bath.”

He just laughed.

The games were far from finished.



To be continued….