A/N (The following chapter, is straight up lemony fresh. You've been warned, This story is rated MATURE after all! Enjoy!)
Dossier Ch. 12
Her hands raked through his hair, legs wrapped around his torso for dear life.
Heero secured her in his lap, hands supporting her hips, mouth eagerly searching hers.
His kisses were urgent, as if afraid she would disappear.
A million thoughts were racing through his brain. What was she planning? What had Zechs asked her? Was she angry with him for outing them?
Heero had attempted to ply her for information in between each kiss, apologizing for initiating Briar Rose protocol and for whatever Zechs had asked her in their meeting. He needed to know that she was okay. She answered each question by biting his lip.
She made it clear to him that all she truly wanted at the moment, was him. Pure and simple.
No more dancing around it.
Relena fussed with his shirt buttons, having already coaxed him out of his Commander's blazer. She nipped at his ear lobe, an action that sent a jolt of unexpected pleasure down his spine.
She was moving quickly to remove the shirt from him, forcing him to shift in his desk chair.
"Re-Relena..." he started, nearly gasping for breath. He was desperate to slow down. Whatever they were doing, he needed to enjoy it.
She pulled away reluctantly, rewarding him with a dissatisfied pout. He was almost tempted to kiss her again.
Feeling guilty after interrupting her, he relieved himself of his shirt and brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"Heero. I don't want to be a virgin anymore." She stated, getting right to the point. Immediately Heero felt himself flush, he hadn't expected that. Not then at least.
"Right now? You want to do this...right now in my office?" he stammered, embarrassed that his questions could be misconstrued as disinterest.
He was far from disinterested. In fact, he had thought of this very scenario, many, many times before.
She nodded, her own face reddening with each passing second. She leaned forward, draping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder.
"Please Heero...please. I'm sure."
He nodded in assent, and rubbed his palms over her back. Her skin felt like alabaster.
He proudly undid her bra clasp with ease. First try.
He felt her skin grow hot as she flung the bra away from her. Wherever it landed, they'd address that later.
She pulled away from him, eyes roaming his chest. Immediately he felt vulnerable, realizing he had not had the chance to workout in a while, and every light in his office remained on.
She moved his hand to her breast, taking control. Her face, although blushing furiously, was more determined than he'd ever seen her. Like the face she made while prepping a memorandum or delivering a heated speech. Pure fire.
He adored that expression.
He leaned in to kiss her cheek, and then her neck, relishing her taste, and slowly kneading her soft skin. Her breathing grew rapid and shallow as she came undone, but he was nowhere near finished with her.
He would get her to slow down, and enjoy this. This was nothing like a press conference.
They were about to lose their virginity to each other.
He was about to make love to her.
The thought startled him.
The 'L' word had never crossed his mind, and in fact was nearly a foreign subject. Nearly. He was slowly coming to terms with the meaning of the word.
He reached for her nipple with his mouth and softly bit down, earning a pleasant yelp from her in return.
He moved his hand away from her breast towards her navel, leaving a luscious trail of pebbled skin along the way.
He fingered the delicate seam of her light blue panties, and felt her shiver for a moment. He leaned his ear against her heart, and heard its quickened pace. She was nervous no doubt, perhaps more so than he.
He slowly dipped a finger past the seam, and searched for the precious skin that waited there. She was just about ready for him, a realization that prompted his own sharp inhale.
This was about to happen.
He moved his fingers against her, resulting in a series of gasps on her part. She moved along with him, creating sweet friction in his lap. He then remembered his own arousal, straining against his slacks.
He moved his free hand to her head, pulling her down to meet his lips. His other hand quickened its pace, and soon he was alternating between applying slight pressure to her clit with two fingers, and entering her. He accepted her moans into his mouth, greedily, only allowing her pause to catch her breath.
She brushed her own hands near the fly of his pants, working with the zipper to free him. But he was less concerned with himself. His only worry was her own release, and he only hoped he could last long enough for her.
"I'm ready Heero." she whispered, kissing his ear. His breath caught in his throat. Indeed, they were both ready.
But his mind began to wander. What if he couldn't please her...did he have condoms in his office? Did he even know how to put one on?
Immediately he felt inadequate. Here he was, nearly 24 years old, and he had never attempted sex before.
But this wasn't just sex. This was Relena. This was more.
He removed his hand from her and secured both palms on her hips. Her skin burned beneath them.
"I don't have any condoms Relena." he stated, eyes welling with concern.
She tilted her head at him, seemingly weighing the statement.
"Well I am on the contraceptive shot, thanks to Sally. I've been on it for a few years...its just easier...to delay my cycle during my busy season." She chose the words carefully. He nodded in understanding, with newly ignited determination. Neither of them had been with anyone, and they were both healthy. There was nothing standing in their way.
He adjusted himself in his seat, allowing her the space she wanted in order to fully undo his pants. He shifted himself out of them and allowed them to pool around his ankles.
Relena shifted forward on her knees, straddling his lap.
Her skin brushed against his tip, and immediately he saw stars. He could have came right then.
She lifted his chin to meet her gaze, distracting him if only for the moment. He felt her push her panties to the side and lower herself on to him, and he took in a deep breath to calm himself. Her lips parted slightly as she worked herself lower and lower.
He lifted his hand to her head once again, allowing her to rest there. She brought one hand up to his, splaying her fingers across his knuckles, while she brought the other hand to his bare shoulder to steady herself.
She glanced down briefly at where the two of them met, taking in the sight of him filling her. Her face then took on the color of a red apple. She was so...juicy just then.
Unable to resist her mouth, Heero once again captured her lips with his. She slowed her own dissent, taking the moment to enjoy where they were. He could feel in her insides pulsate around his member, and threaded his hand through her hair, searching for the distraction. He was determined not to let this end before it began.
But she just felt so damn good.
Once again, her walls contracted, and he felt his cock twitch inside her.
He let out a deep grunt, and she gasped. He dug his fingers into her thighs, fighting the urge to impale her upon himself. He knew she needed this control. He knew this could hurt her.
Sensing his urgency, she again resumed lowering herself onto him.
"Ah...ah..." She mewed, digging her nails into his shoulder. She let the other hand drop to his other side, gripping the back of his neck.
He grunted back, feeling her become tighter and tighter as she slowly lowered herself even more. This was by far, the sweetest torture he had ever experienced.
Struggling to keep his eyes open, he studied her, hair seemingly plastered to her forehead and neck, skin slick with sweat. He was truly captivated by how wild she had become. He could feel her iron will course through her, and felt her blood flow through her veins with each thrum of her beating heart.
And then he felt it, that ceremonious pop.
"Ah..." she yelped, leaning forward onto him. Her nails dug farther into his skin, to the point he could have sworn they had drawn blood.
Recognizing his cue, he gripped her face with one strong hand, and rubbed her cheek.
"Relena, are you alright?" He whispered, searching her face for what to do next. She winced, but smiled, her face flush. She seemed drunk, and the feeling was contagious. She was intoxicating to him.
He pulsed again inside her, and felt himself swoon. His body was threatening to break free and act on its own.
"Heero...I..." She whispered, voice shaking.
"Yes?" Her voice was the only thing keeping him grounded.
Without a word she fully sheathed him, coming down onto his lap with all of her weight.
"Oh..fuck." The words came out without warning. She had him, just like that. He brought his fist to his mouth, if only to stifle his own primal sounds.
She worked through her discomfort, rising up and down until her yelps turned to moans. The two muttered each other's names and searched skin and hair, grasping on for dear life.
Today they were testing how sound proof his office truly was.
Soon, he felt as though he would burst. Not wanting the moments to end, he brought his fingers to her clit once more, hoping to distract himself by stimulating her.
But when she cried out his name and threw her head back, it did everything but distract him.
He came. Hard.
Her body took it expertly, as if it had been waiting thousands of years for him. As if they were made for each other.
They were.
They were made for each other.
a/n DEAR GAWD. I LOVED WRITING THIS CHAPTER. Ever wish you could just go back and have a do-over? Honestly, truly, this is my do-over lol. I hope you all enjoyed this. I wanted to write something lemony, but not lose sight on how much these two truly care about each other. Let's be honest, they are soulmates. THIS SHIT IS CANON.
Thank you for holding out ELEVEN WHOLE CHAPTERS FOR THIS MOMENT. You guys are saints, all of you. Thank you for your continued support!
~murshmallow