RedSilk Part Four
By Revena AKA r-chan
Week one Friday: 5:20AM

He stroked his hands down the front of her, cupping her breasts through the lace, kneading her stomach through the red silk in an agonizingly slow motion. She felt her knees weaken as he lowered his lips to the sensitive flesh of her neck. One arm coiled around her waist as the other went to work on shedding of the thin straps of her gown. of her shoulders. She melted against his hard chest and let his warmth seep into her skin; she was so cold. She moved her arms above her head to rest at his neck. The soft warm skin was smooth and tempting under her fingers.

His hand traveled over the swell of her breast to her chin and lifted her lips to his at the same time massaged the skin of her waist under the smooth silk.

She leaned into his touch, thirsty for more, moving her lips against him. Long slim fingers traced the hem of her dress and slid it down her heated body. They traveled down her breasts and past her naval.

Relena was turned around quickly, her chest pressed to his, his hands locked around her wrists. Their lips came together franticly, his angles meeting her curves. Relena felt his tongue dip into her mouth, skating over her teeth and teasing every surface. The heat grew in her loins and ached to be touched. Finesse and polish had never existed. Frantic passion did.

Wufie pushed her down to the bed, his sleek body molding to hers, rubbing over the contours of her skin. Relena let him draw her hands above her head as his lips trailed down the softness of her chest, a short curtain of black moving down her in his lips' wake. The combined sensations worked like fusion to her passion and it doubled. Dieu, she needed this man now!

She moved her legs around his bare waist marveling in the feel, like silk over steel, teasing his sex with her own. Hot kisses met the peak of her breast and Relena's senses whirled in vertigo. The wanton passion grew as she withered under him.

Relena felt Wufei's slender hands move back down her arms to cup her head before he plunged into the hot core of her. Her back arched off the bed and a husky sound left her throat.

Sweat slicked skin glided over each other and her blood sped up with every thrust, her hands lost in his hair. Wufei's eyes were like black storms over her sea blue and they glittered as the climax came closer. She reached for it determined to take him with her.

"More......" she groaned into his lips

He pushed into her heat again, harder.

And again....

/harder/

And again...

/harder/
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"Mon Dieu !"

Relena bolted upright in her bed, the thin sheep that had twisted around her flying across the room in a haze of white. Every inch of her skin shivered and was covered in dampness. Breathing heavily, she held her head and sighed into the darkness. Another one.....

Sa c'est de la counyonade, she thought. (This is such foolishness.)

Very slowly she became very aware she didn't sleep in the small room alone. WuFei. Oh God! What if he heard her? Mortified she turned to look at her highly desirable -- /distracting/ -"comrade." Expecting him to be staring at her with that "Damned Onna Look" of his she'd grown accustomed to. The gods were in a good mood tonight. The Asian man was still lost in his own dreams. She wanted to let out a gust of relief.

Groaning softly she polled a hand through the tangled locks of her hair, freeing it from its plastered disarray around her neck and shoulders.

Shadows fell over the small room in much the same way Wufei's hair fell over his sleeping face. It was...Elegant. The word was freed from her mind's eye before she had time to process it. What could you be dreaming of Chang? She wondered quietly her eyes lingering on his lips...


//His mouth exploded around hers and claimed what he found there. Primitive and wonderfully male....//

One arm had fallen over the side of the bed and the other lay across his chest.

//Strong arms coiled around her thin frame as she moved under him, her cheek pressed to the warmth of his chest//

Relena flipped over on her stomach and buried her face in her pillow. What was she thinking? Dreaming about a man she didn't even like, and right after a failed attempt at matrimony! Since when had she turned from a responsible and sensible diplomat into some sex-starved harlot that went lusting over some Asian God with amazing eyes and a body that made her ovaries do the "Lambada"?

Relena couldn't believe it; it had only been one week. One week! In her 20 years emotions had never taken her on such a warped downward spiral when in came to men. Granted, Allen J. Craw had been an utter disaster from the get go, but as she saw it now, emotion had had little to do with why she'd said yes his proposal. It had seemed like a good idea at the time: they were friends and they were also partners. He supervised the Preventers and she worked out conflicts in the World nations. Needless to say the two were intertwined. Such a joining would lay a lot of rumors to rest and do much good for every one. A partnership between two forces so to speak.

That is until Relena found out she couldn't stand it when he touched her. He'd hug her and she'd feel like something slimy was trying to squeeze the very life out of her. Allen had been an utter pervert and hated no for an answer. She should have seen the warning signs! She should have been able to read people like him. She should have known better then to ignore the looks he gave her and give him the benefit of the doubt.

When Allen had called her that night, she should have said NO right then: about marring him and going over to his house. But she hadn't. She'd wanted so bad to trust that sleaze of a man. Where had that gotten her? A bruised fist and one of the most bizarre covers of her life.

Relena sighed. Maybe just punching him for groping her hadn't been enough. Maybe she should have had Heero shoot him. It would have saved her a lot of trouble. Not to mention media attention she really didn't want.

Not to mention WuFei.

WuFei.

Relena let out a put-upon sigh. She needed a bath. Bad.
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WuFei felt rather then heard the woman's soft tread into the bathroom. He'd been wide awake and suffering through her damn thrashing for the past thirty minutes and it was relieved when she dissuaded to get up and leave the room. No more listening to her vocal annoyances.

///Not that you did anything about it, Chang///

WuFei drew his eyebrows together in scrutiny.

:::It was either listen to her bellyaching in her sleep or while she was awake. I choose the lesser of the two evils,:: he defended.

///Absolutely correct. Pondering what could possibly make the woman moan like/that/was far more relaxing then waking her up and hearing her grumble, before she fell back to/silent/slumer. They certainly never called you intelligent for nothing, Chang.///

WuFei put his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. ::: Very well. That was quite observant. That doesn't suggest I'm about to be weak and give in to finding out what else makes her moan like that, however.:::

/// I don't believe 'I' ever brought up the subject of pursuing that maddeningly attractive woman in the bath room. It would appear my efforts are wasted. You seem well on your way to a hormonal overload all on your own.///

:::Silence you! There is no place for physical attraction in a mission!:::

A knock on the door interrupted his rambling thoughts. WuFei reached for the gun under his bed and absently ran a hand through his hair before he placed it in the back waist band of his shorts and opened the door. What met him when he opened the door didn't look alike any enemy. Yet he still had the most intense urge to shoot him any way.

A very chipper looking young man beamed at him around arms occupied with a bag that looked as if it had reached maximum capacity and was about three secants from bursting its contents on who ever was foolish enough to be with in range.

"I have a package for you, Mr.Lee!"

WuFei blinked and nodded. Where in the seven hells did one acquire such percky-ness at the crack of dawn?

The bright eyed blond shuffled a bit around in The Bag before letting out a sound of triumph, and holding up a simple looking package.

"Its from a guy named Maxwell-Yuy. "

"Aa." WuFei replied and quickly snatched the letter from man before he could open it. Instead of getting the hint the overly cheerful student, WuFei now identified as Alex Decom, slipped his way around WuFei and into the dorm room.

"Yah know, Chan, I don't think I've met your room mate. Rin, is it?"

WuFei nodded.

"So what's this room mate of yours like?"

A strange sound emerged from the bathroom. The two men stopped and WuFei identified the offending noise as the world's worse vocal performance of "Just Communication." WuFei nodded to the closed door. "Rin". When she hit a horribly off key note he felt it necessary to add,"I don't know him very well."

Alex offered a tight smile that didn't do much to ease Wufei's uneasiness of the man.

"He should be out soon." Pointing to the bathroom door where "Rin" continued her/his ear wrenching performance, WuFei waited for the blond to leave.

Allex raised an eyebrow. "Is Rin ailing?" he inquired.

"It certainly sounds like it," WuFei answered dryly. "Is there something else you wanted?" he asked curtly.

Alex gave him a sly smile. Wufei's trigger finger itched.

"The guys and I just want a chance to welcome you and your room mate to Delton Virse. That's all, old boy." The blond got up from the bed and glided over to the door, picking up The Mail Bag and tossing it over one shoulder. Before the tall man closed the door behind he looked back to the Asian man.

"One more thing, that's a fine looking weapon Chan, lets hope you know how to use it properly, eh?"

The door shut firmly and the room was set in silence.

Relena hit another teeth grinding note.

Almost.

"Fuck."
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Relena sighed into the hot steam and leaned into the smooth surface of the tub. Sliding deeper into the water she ran her hands over her body. She raised her right leg and watched the soap stubs trail down her toes and fall to the tailed floor. Lazily, she lowered it and traced the chrome lining of the square faucet. Feeling uncharacteristically wanton she cupped her breasts and reveled in the silky heaviness of them. She could picture WuFei running his fingers up and down her skin, teasing her senses, black eyes burning into hers. Long denied sensations captured her.

After a moment of hesitation she closed her eyes and slipped the washcloth to the appendix of her thighs. Holding from corner to corner she drew the nubby cloth over the folds of her skin. This was how she wanted him to touch her, gentle, firm strokes.. knowing when to take his time... and.. and /knowing when to speed up/. She pressed her lips together to hold in her moan .

WuFei...
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"Nothing...?"

Trowa shook his head at WuFei from the vidlink. The black eyed man scowled. He looked at the bathroom door and frowned even more. What was she doing in there?

"Nothing was found on Alex Decom. No history...and no present for that matter." Deep green eyes flickered.

"Watch your self WuFei."

"Hai.".

"Duo has sent you the disks you needed?"

"Hai."

"I'll speak with you later." The uni-banged man on the other side of the screen let a ghost of a smile slide over his inpassive mask. Wufei apparently han't heard a damn word he'd said. :::Wait till he actully gets around to opening that 'gift' from Duo. :: Trowa thought with a bit of uncharacteristic mirth.

The screen went blank. WuFei didn't notice. No file on Alex, how was that passable at a place like Delton Virse? Was he the one getting the leaked information on the Preventer's missions? If there were two cells working the operation were both of them at the school? What the hell was taking Relena so long? Had Alex suspected him from the first day? Was Relena thinking of her dream while running the soap over her skin?

"Injustice." He muttered.

"WuFei?" Relena yelled from the bathroom. "WuFei!"

The note of panic in her voice had him over to the door in less then three secants.

"What's wrong?" he asked pulling out his gun, ready to take the door down. An enemy?

"I'm stuck"

WuFei blinked. Stuck? "What do you mean you're stuck, woman?"

"My big toe! Its suck in the bathtub faucet! Help me!"

WuFey's forehead hit the wall with a satisfying *smack*.