A/N: Hello loves! Apparently the last chapter wasn't steamy enough? Well, I hope this one makes up for it... ;)

Buckle up!

- RFP

Normally, Trowa prided himself on being able to stay cool under fire. But this was almost too much.

He wasn't in the middle of a circus ring, and there weren't any spotlights glaring at him, and yet he felt pressure and performance anxiety like he had never known.

Because never in his wildest dreams did he ever imagine he would be having sex with the former Queen of the World. In a church, of all places. With an eager audience.

It was definitely going to be the performance of his lifetime. It would have to be.

On the one hand, he needed to keep this crowd from tearing them apart. The last thing he needed was for them to figure out that he wasn't really Aiden, or that he and Relena were in cahoots. Above all, he needed to keep her safe.

She had assured him this was the only way to do it.

By...doing it.

And it was more than the restless crowd making him nervous; it was Relena herself. She was gorgeous, even in the shapeless sack she wore, and the kiss they'd shared in the hallway had only made her all the more intimidating to him. She was the former Queen, after all. On top of everything else, Trowa couldn't bear the thought of disappointing her. Especially knowing who her ex-boyfriend was…

The pressure was mounting inside of him, and yet as Trowa looked at Relena in her see-through shift, he couldn't help but feel another pressure altogether, building in his loins. On a very basic, primal level, he wanted her. Pure and simple.

And she'd made it clear that she wanted him. Whether there was anything more to it than mere survival...it didn't matter. She had told him she was more than willing; pleaded with him, in fact. And she wasn't done, apparently.

Shocking the living daylights out of him, Relena whipped off the shift she was wearing, exposing her naked body to the crowd. The parishioners let out appreciative gasps and cheers. Trowa ogled her body openly, but what else could he do? She was flawless, her figure slim but shapely. Her breasts were round and perky, tipped by delicate pink areolae. And her navel was lucious, her pubic area smooth and bare. Despite her petite frame, her legs were long and toned, no doubt from years of yoga, pilates, or perhaps ballet; Trowa could see Relena as a dancer. Finally, he glanced down to her dainty bare feet, noticing her blush-colored toenail polish.

She was the picture of seductive innocence, an angel and a devil woman, all rolled into one. No wonder the parishioners kept calling her a witch; she was some kind of enchantress, at least where he was concerned.

Relena sauntered up to him, quite brazenly, and picked up the pitcher of oil.

"I'm ready for you to anoint me… Daddy," she purred.

Trowa was rock-hard, and the realization disturbed him. "Goddammit," he muttered. "Do you have to keep calling me that?" It was bordering on sickening.

Relena just smirked at him and said through gritted teeth, "Just instruct me to lie down and start massaging this stuff on me, already."

"Yes, your Highness," Trowa hissed. But he turned back to the crowd, and announced how he was going to do everything she'd just said.

Relena hopped up onto the table and laid down prone, as if she were about to get an ordinary massage. Trowa wondered if he should lay her discarded shift over her backside to hide her rear from the onlookers, but they'd already seen her completely naked, and she didn't seem to have any shame at all. So Trowa pushed the thought aside and grabbed the pitcher. He oiled up his hands, and proceeded to rub the oil into Relena's skin. She let out a long, breathless moan that made him twitch with unfulfilled desire.

He struggled to maintain his composure and keep his face a mask as he rubbed her up and down. Once he had covered her backside, Relena turned over, and laid supine while waiting for him to do her front. To Trowa's chagrin, his hands were shaking as they glided over her, like he'd never done anything like this before.

Well, he'd never oiled a naked woman up in front of an audience, so. This was new.

He pretended he was just doing a new act at the circus, and continued massaging Relena, and continued to elicit moans of pleasure from her supple lips. All Trowa could think about was climbing on top of that table and kissing her again. He wanted to do so much more than kiss her.

He wanted to go completely wild on her.

He'd oiled her up as much as he could, until her skin was slick and covered with a sheen. And she smelled sickly sweet, like cinnamon and other spices. She didn't seem the least bit affected, though, giving Trowa a saucy wink when she caught his eye. He got the sense that the Foreign Minister he'd always seen as quiet and demure was actually a force to be reckoned in the bedroom. She certainly gave the impression that she was far more into kink than Trowa was. Unless she was doing a very good job of acting, she seemed to be enjoying this.

And then she broke character to whisper harshly at him. "Get on the table," she hissed. "Make it look like you're in control here."

"Working on it," he gritted out. And so he climbed onto the table, and positioned himself over Relena. With his robe still on...maybe he could just make it look like they were having sex, although Relena had already said she didn't think this group would fall for that.

Sure enough, he felt a set of female hands on his shoulders. He could only assume it was Lucy. And she was removing his robe.

"You look wonderful, Father," Lucy breathed into his ear. "You two are so beautiful together…"

She squeezed his bare shoulders and Trowa felt a shiver rush down his spine. This was probably the closest he'd ever come to a threesome. While the idea had always appealed to him, he had yet to meet a woman who was willing, and it wasn't the sort of thing one casually brought up in conversation. Knowing Relena had already surrendered herself to Lucy and three other women, earlier…

Well, maybe this was going to be Trowa's lucky night. Things weren't all that bad.

But Lucy drifted back to her seat, so Trowa returned his full attention to Relena. They had a show to put on, after all.

He didn't have to work hard to focus on her, anyway. She was gorgeous, and glowing, and all around him. She sat up so that they were facing one another, their bodies close together, her long hair tickling his bare chest. And then she closed her hand around his shaft and smiled at him.

"You were right," she murmured. "Looks like I didn't draw the short stick, after all."

She tugged roughly on his hardened member, and Trowa stifled a groan. She was taking control of the situation, and he doubted that made him look good in the eyes of his "disciples." But Relena seemed hell-bent on having the upper hand...literally.

She rubbed her hand up and down his shaft and then lowered her head. And Trowa's thoughts turned to mush in his brain as her lips closed around his rounded tip. And then she was sucking him off, heartily, her lips and tongue making maddening slurping and smacking sounds as she attacked his penis. She alternated kissing and sucking and licking him up and down while stroking his shaft at a steady pace.

Trowa's mind was blank, other than trying to rapidly process all of the glorious sensations pulsing through his core. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, but then he forced himself to watch the incredible sight before him–– of this gorgeous naked woman, on her knees, taking him deep into her throat, working him like her life depended on it.

Because it did.

The thought sobered him, and he found that he couldn't enjoy himself as much as he wanted to. He felt himself deflating a bit, but Relena only attacked his cock with more vigor. Her tongue was doing vicious things to him, and now, all he could think about was payback.

With a growl, he ripped himself from her mouth, and knocked her back onto the table. Her eyes widened in surprise.

"Tr– I mean, Father…" she gasped.

Trowa grabbed both her knees and wrenched her legs apart, positioning his head between her thighs.

Normally he would start this nice and slowly, but after what she'd done to him, in front of their rapt audience…he decided to show no mercy.

He plunged his tongue inside of her, then pulled back and sucked hard on her clit, then assaulted her insides all over again. He licked her up and down, swirled his tongue around, slurping at her increasing wetness as obscenely as she'd done to him, the sounds of his efforts reverberating in the sanctuary's acoustics. The only sound that could possibly drown him out was the scream that tore from Relena's throat.

Her thighs were clenched tightly around his head like a vise, threatening to render him unconscious if she added any more pressure. And her hands were fisted in his hair. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her head thrown back, her breasts sweaty and heaving. Trowa kept his eyes on her, devouring every tantalizing second. It was magnificent, seeing her come undone like this. He had no idea she even had it in her, but… She was astonishing.

Trowa continued to punish her with his tongue, even after she'd cried out multiple times. He lost count of how many times, but he wasn't done. He could do this all night. Even after this whole stupid ceremony was over, and backup finally arrived, and…

Shit. Now he worried he'd pushed things too far. Because he remembered who was supposed to be rescuing the woman he was currently eating out in front of a hundred people.

Relena yanked his hair by the roots, wrenching his attention back to her.

Ah, fuck it.

She opened her eyes and stared hard at him, her expression unreadable. Which was odd because Trowa had always found her so easy to read. From her cries of ecstasy, he'd thought she was enjoying this, but now he wasn't so sure.

They locked eyes for what felt like several long minutes, with Trowa's tongue still working her insides. He didn't dare stop. Maybe she was just trying to stall for time, like he was.

Her hands were still in his hair, and she brushed his long bangs off his face. Now, he was staring up at her with both his eyes. He saw her expression soften.

"Trowa," she whispered. His heart hammered in his chest.

Hearing her say his name in this context… It did something to him that he couldn't put into words.

That's when Trowa forgot everyone and everything else entirely.

He pushed himself up on the table so that he was leaning over her, bracing his weight on his elbows and knees. He brought a hand up to her face, and pushed back a strand of her pink hair that was stuck to her cheek. Her eyes were swimming up at him, her dark lashes fanning, her skin glistening with sweat.

Trowa had never seen a more beautiful woman in all his life.

And in that moment, he could see nothing and no one else. They were wrapped in a soft glow together, bathed in candlelight, the only two people in the room, in the universe.

Trowa bent his head and caught her lips with his, and kissed her like they had all the time in the world.