STAINED
Author: Lady Casper
Rated: M for sexual situations and language
Written for: my dear friend Nee-chan. This is a drabble. 3xD. Completely covered in smut!! So warning LEMON!
Disc: Don't own Gundam Wing.
It made it all over his white collar. Stained like crimson would on the hands of a killer, his white Oxford shirt held the markings of her presence, the seductress. Though all of his collars were donning this special trade mark as she would sneak in to his office every waking second they were both on the same floor and alone.
But he wasn't about to complain. As much as she was controlling, he was also reluctant, giving a might challenge to break him. So far she hadn't succeeded and continued on her conquest. He loved the look in her hazy eyes when he would kiss her goodnight before throwing a comment over his shoulder of her not accomplishing her mission.
Instead of brooding or throwing a tantrum, she would smirk. Because if she hadn't succeeded in what she had set out to do, that only meant she would be again most likely trying to break him, but she and he both knew, that was unlikely.
It was more of a façade they hid behind to not state the obvious. They were attracted to each other.
She was a strong woman, he'd give her that. But everyone had Achilles' heel. Hers seemed to be emotion. The words of love and freedom never seemed to fall from her lips when she reached the peak of her climax. Instead she would bite her tongue to stop from screaming his name and letting the whole building know that he was fucking her.
The red lipstick that she wore was only worn when she planned to visit him, a signal for him to be on guard. She had told him once that it was called seductress crimson. He had smiled at the irony in that name for it. But it did the product justice when applied to the lips of Dorothy Catalonia.
He would end up having it smeared on his lips and cheeks. A bit on his neck and even around his engorged member when she wanted to give him the curtsey of cumming first. Yes, it was definitely made with this type of woman in mind.
Sitting behind his desk, he could hear the tapping of 4 inch heels making their way to his door. The light tap to warn him she was coming in and then one leg would deposit into the room before a flowing body of sex appeal afterward. She was one for teasing.
Making her way around his desk, she placed her bottom on his lap, her dripping warmth just above his growing erection. 'Another tease,' he thought as she bent down to catch his lower lip between hers.
She was a seductress who wore red lipstick.
And he was stained for life.