Disclaimer: Don't own GW, don't own Toxic, don't sue.
AN: 2xR, yay. I'm debating whether or not this'll be a one shot.
Vice Foreign Minister Relena Darlian glared bitterly at the stack of treaties, proposals and what-have-you's sitting defiantly on her redwood desk, the top few inches teetering dangerously and threatening to fall over any moment. It was a Friday afternoon and damn it, she had a life regardless of the attempts made by stuffy politicians to prevent her from one. It was a Friday afternoon and she was 21 and she did not want to be confined to this regal office of hers.
"I should just rip every single one of you to shreds and then borrow Heero's gun and shoot millions of holes in each sheet." she snarled.
Relena grabbed the nearest letter opener and gripped it in such a way that it made her look like she was about to stab someone when Duo stuck his head in.
"Talking to inanimate objects again, are we Princess?" he remarked with his trademark grin.
"Get me out of here Duo!"
The ex-Gundam pilot plopped down on an over stuffed couch across from her desk and assessed the situation. A twelve-inch stack of papers and one over worked vice foreign minister with tousled hair, rumpled blouse, and a gray pleated knee length skirt that had inadvertently hiked up 2 inches when its mistress fidgeted repeatedly over the course of the day. Hmm, sexy. He approached the desk and leaned down, their nose almost touching.
"How bad do you want out babe?"
Relena took his tie into her hands and pulled him down further so his left ear was within reach.
She whispered in a sultry tone, "Very bad, and the sooner we get out of here the sooner we can…"
With that she trailed butterfly kisses down his neck until she reached the collar of his uniform. He exhaled heavily and bruised her luscious pink lips with his own, his fingers busy trying to undo the buttons on her blouse, the bloody obtrusions.
"No, no, Duo. Not until you promise to convince them to let me out."
He eyed his girlfriend warily. Since when did she become such a seductress? She used to be such an innocent kitten…
'Heh,' he thought, 'but after I got done with her "lessons"…'"Alright, you got it. But in return you have to model something for me tonight."
--Later that night—
Relena raised her eyebrows for the tenth time at the outfit her boyfriend had bought without her knowing. The lacy black tube top clung to her shapely figure and the satin pink ribbon tied into a bow below her breasts made it very obvious to doubters that she had a chest. Her tight hip-huggers flaunted every curve of her legs, which would have made even the most confident model jealous. Black three-inch heels accentuated with a rhinestone heart on each shoe and simple hoop earrings topped off this club attire. She prayed no one would recognize her, and particularly hoped Dorothy Catalonia would not be there. The other blond was well known for her club hopping tendencies. (AN: all from the closet of yours truly -)
"Duo, hun, WHAT is this? And are you sure it won't fall off?"
The perverted boy found it very hard to keep a smile off his face.
"Well it was about time that your closet housed something a little more racy, other than your lingerie of course."
He pulled her body to his roughly and tipped her chin up with his right hand while his left explored the all too familiar territory of her body. He had every curve etched into his mind, thanks to the late night…well, adventures. His fingers traveled up to her back, and to his delighted surprise…
"No bra?"
"With a tube top?"
"Shit…maybe we should just skip the outing and play at home tonight." Duo whispered, his hands already tugging at her top.
She giggled. "With your hormones raging like this? I have a luncheon tomorrow; I can't exactly show up with your territorial bite marks. Maybe if you're a good boy tonight, I'll give you a little reward at the end," Relena grinded her body against him, eliciting a groan from him, "Let's show the world I can do more than sign papers."