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Chapter 2 - Not Enough

Wings Landing

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The lights were so hot, she swore she could feel them singe her skin. Relena sighed as she left the set after finishing yet another interview. A friendly face half obscured by bangs greeted her, escorting her down the stairs. Her feet had barely reached the main floor when Trowa shoved her into a dressing room.

"Have fun." Before she could ask what he meant, she was hurled into a poorly lit room, directly into something solid but soft. As she tried to push herself off the unknown object, that was oddly radiating heat, she smelled a very familiar and unique scent of gunpowder and metal that could only be his. "Heero!" She shouted as she jumped up to embrace him. Encircling her in his sturdy arms, he spun them around a few times before setting her back on her feet.

"Oh, Heero!" She squeezed him tighter as if to mold herself to him. "I can't believe it's you." Placing his hands on either side of her head, he stilled her and crushed his lips against hers as his reply.

"How much time do we have?" she asked in between kisses.

"Not enough," he growled into her neck before ravishing her again.

Panting, she rolled her head back, thoroughly enjoying his affections. There was no time to undress. He pulled down her shirt and bra to reveal one breast before squeezing it. Her thigh brushed against his when she lifted a leg. Heero knew exactly what she wanted and picked her up, knocking a mannequin over in the small storage space. Laughing together they found each other's lips again. He shimmed her knit pencil skirt up above her hips so her legs could encircle his waist. He unzipped his pants to release himself from the confining fabric and pushed her underwear to the side. They didn't have time for foreplay. Not today. She was wet enough. He entered her so suddenly, causing her to cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He pressed her against the wall and covered her mouth with his hand. As he continued to thrust into her, deeper and deeper with each motion, her screams evolved into low sensual moans. He removed his hand and replaced it with his mouth, kissing her to muffle the adorable sounds and to taste her irresistible mouth once more. Time was too precious and he didn't want them to be interrupted.

He brought a hand to her breast, massaging it in his palm as his thumb and forefinger pinched and twisted her taut nipple. She gasped into his mouth and squeezed down on his velvet covered steel as he did so. They didn't have much time left. He felt himself getting closer to reaching his climax but knew she needed more special attention before she would even get close.

She must have sensed his thoughts. Somehow she always seemed to know exactly what he needed. Breaking their intense kiss, she whispered into his ear, "come for me".

His pace increased as he repeatedly slammed into her as deep as he could go. Her seductive pleas washed over him. "Give it to me!" She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she held onto him. Somehow, he penetrated her even harder and faster. He always performed better when she encouraged him; when she believed in him. Her hot, wet tunnel clamped down around him, effectively squeezing his release from him. Panting into the crook of her neck, his dick twitched within her as he released his seed. "I love you," he whispered.

She kissed his cheek and whispered, "I love you."

Then he said, "I'm sorry." She was about to ask why but then she realized what he meant when his watch began to beep. "I have to go now. I'll try and make it up to you next time." He removed himself from her and began to let her legs down. She clung onto him as if her life depended on it, not wanting him to go. But she reluctantly let him peel her arms off. "Lena, I love you. I'll see you soon." He turned to leave and just as he reached the door, he looked back at her, his eyes dancing with emotion. His hand lingered on the door knob before dropping it and racing back to her to give her one last fevered kiss goodbye. His watch beeped again. Cursing under his breath, he allowed himself to look into the ocean of her eyes. He could drown in them and get lost forever in her.

She pushed him back. "You should go. I don't want you to be late." His eyes tore away from hers, knowing he would not, could not, leave her if he continued to do so. He reached the door once more and slightly turned his head. "Believe in me," he said just above a whisper.

She swallowed a sob that threatened to steal her resolve and instead said, "I do believe in you. I always have and I always will." With a shuddered breath, he opened the door and disappeared.

She took a few steps back until her back was against the wall. Slumping down to the floor, she finally allowed the tears to fall. He hadn't been gone for more than a minute but she already missed him. Silently praying and hoping that they would see each other soon, she reached between her legs and tried to mimic how he loved to torture her bundle of nerves. It didn't feel as good as it would have if he were the one performing the act, but her fingers would have to do. He had been in such a rush today that he didn't even have time to make her come. She didn't mind; she would give him what he needed. But as sat on the floor toying with herself, she needed to come. However, her channel was empty.

Glancing around the small room filled with props, she looked for something suitable that would fill the void. It didn't take long before her gaze fell upon a bowl of assorted wax fruit and vegetables. Pushing herself up into a standing position, she grabbed what she thought would give her the most satisfaction and retrieved a condom from her purse. Tearing the foil package, she removed the latex and rolled it over the smooth green cylinder. Reclining herself in a plush chair as much as the room would allow, she spread her legs and positioned the vegetable outside of her entrance. Relena closed her eyes as she pushed it inside of her, trying to imagine that it belonged to him, but it was a poor substitute and much too small to be him. Still, she continued to pleasure herself, fucking her own pussy and rubbing her clit until she came. It took everything she had not to cry out his name.

Panting heavily, she laid there and let the toy slide out of her onto the floor below. A few minutes later, she stood and found a decent sized oval-shaped mirror to freshen up her appearance. It took some maneuvering but she was able to get a good look at herself and the enormous wet spot on her rear. She had neglected to push her skirt up high enough. Embarrassed and unsure of what to do, her eyes searched the room again but found nothing suitable this time. She was just about to peek out into the hallway to see if she could make a run for her dressing room when a knock rattled not only the door, but her. She froze.

"Relena?" A muffled, familiar male voice came from beyond the door.

She released a breath that she had been holding and cracked the door open to see him. "Trowa," she said with a smile.

He smiled knowingly and said, "Hope you enjoyed yourself." Relena blushed furiously at his insinuation. He lightly laughed as he revealed something that he had been hiding behind his back and placed it around her shoulders. "Here you go."

"My raincoat!" She exclaimed as she snatched it away from him.

"It's quite wet today. Thought you could use it," he smirked and winked at her. "Put it on. Then we can leave," he continued.

She closed the door and put on the coat, thankful that he had come to her rescue. A flash of green caught her eye. She bent down and retrieved the unconventional form of release, removing the condom and tossing it into the trash. She smirked as she slipped the cucumber into her oversized pocket. What will Heero think, she mused to herself. She laughed as she opened the door, finding a bewildered bodyguard staring at her.

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I hope you enjoyed the second chapter of How Much Time Do We Have! Let us know what you think.

In Rose,

Wings Landing