Relena wound her arms around Trowa's neck, pulling him down closer to her, deepening their kiss. For a long, heavenly moment, she forgot where they were completely. All she could focus on was Trowa. His lips. His hands. His gorgeous, chiseled body. The way he'd rendered her breathless and reeling, it was as if the man's body was built for pleasure.
This was exactly what she'd wanted; to lose herself and drift away from this situation. With Trowa Barton, of all people. Before tonight, she'd never looked at him in a sexual way, although in truth, she'd always found him attractive.
But now...they were naked and sweaty and tangled up together, writhing around on a stone table, in a church, in front of a sex cult.
And Relena thought her pre-war adventures were wild…
She had to wonder how much of this was real. She toyed with the idea of telling Trowa, afterward, that she wasn't acting. How could she fake all those orgasms? There was no way. But she had a feeling he was good at going through the motions. His erection was real, sure, but that was to be expected; any heterosexual man would have one in his situation.
Then Trowa stopped kissing her, long enough to press his forehead against hers, and she glimpsed a vulnerability in his eyes she had never seen before. He always wore a mask, keeping half his face covered. But now he was bare before her in every sense of the word.
"Are you okay?" he whispered.
"Yes," she whispered back.
His lips twitched into a half-smile. "Should we...take this all the way?"
"Yes, please." Relena grinned up at him. "Take me, Daddy."
He chuckled, his chest rumbling. "Careful. A guy could get used to that."
And then she felt the tip of his penis push against her center, and he eased himself inside of her so seamlessly, it was as if they'd already done this together hundreds of times.
Relena let out a breathy moan when she felt his first stroke inside her. She held on to his shoulders as he adjusted his position and began to set a rhythmic pace. After a moment, he increased the speed and force of his thrusts, and Relena gripped him harder. The faster he moved, the tighter she held on. And when he started pushing in even harder and deeper, until Relena was certain he might crack her in half, she cried out and raked her fingernails down his back, hard enough to leave marks.
Just when Relena was ready to fall apart, she sucked in a gasp as Trowa flipped her over, pulling her hips up as he did so. Relena splayed her palms on the table and balanced on her hands and knees so that she was on all fours, no doubt the position Trowa was guiding her into. And then he entered her from behind, slowly at first, clutching her hips as he set an even more frantic pace. Relena's hips bucked, and her back arched, and she let her head fall back, moaning as she did so. Trowa tugged on her hair, pulling her head back to capture her lips in a quick kiss, then continued his torturous ministrations. He kept one hand on her hip while the other palmed her breasts, alternating between them, mercilessly teasing her nipples.
And then the hand that was holding on to her hip dipped downward, and he began to stroke her clit as he continued pummeling away inside her. Her sensitive bundle of nerves lit on fire, and warmth flooded her center. And then Relena completely lost it, not for the first time that night.
"Tr-r-o-w-aaaaa," she moaned.
He jerked her by the hair and snarled in her ear. "Don't call me that!"
Oops. She forgot where they were for a minute.
Back to playing her part, then.
Relena tossed her head back, sending her hair whipping over her shoulder, and cried out, "Ohhhhhhh, fuck me, Daddy!"
Trowa growled something else at her, but Relena tuned him out, losing herself to his masterful skills once again. She was loving this position and how she could feel every inch of him inside her, even though it hurt. It was the best kind of hurt. But she wanted to feel more of him, still. She wanted to be closer to him, somehow.
So Relena moved backward, balancing on her knees, half-sitting up and pressing her back against Trowa's chiseled chest. She briefly severed their connection, but she grabbed hold of Trowa's cock while she was moving against him. He breathed sharply in her ear. She guided his penis back to her entrance, and sat down on it. Trowa began to thrust upward, and Relena moved up and down, clenching her walls around him. She leaned back against his chest, and his hands held her in place, gripping her hips. And then, as if he realized that she was facing the crowd fully naked while he fucked her from behind, he covered both her breasts with his hands.
And then he kissed her hard on the mouth. Relena kissed him with equal passion, nipping at his lower lip. His mouth devoured hers even more.
Relena's head was spinning, her heart was beating in time to the rhythm of their shared movements, a perfectly synchronized dance. In his arms, she was deliriously happy, more so than she thought she could ever be again. It didn't matter where they were or who was watching them; none of that mattered. All that mattered now was the two of them, and this wild and wonderful new love they were making.
Pressure was mounting inside of her for the umpteenth time since they'd started, and Relena knew she couldn't take it any more. Her release came in an explosion that rocked her center, and left her legs shaking. Thankfully, Trowa's release immediately followed, and she felt the warm wetness of his seed filling her up. He pulled out of her as she moved off of him, and they slumped together, both exhausted by their joint efforts. She rested her head on his shoulder, and he pressed a kiss to her sweaty forehead. Relena, in turn, kissed his shoulder.
Then she raised her eyes to look at him, and saw his emerald eyes – both of them – sparkling as he smiled at her. His eyes were dancing, a smile tugging on his lips, and she could only imagine what she must look like.
She was guessing that it wasn't… great. But she didn't have time to dwell on it. She couldn't help but let out a self-conscious giggle as the world came back to her, and she realized the entire room had erupted into cheers of praise and applause. Trowa began laughing, too, until they were both in hysterics.
Relena hid her face in his chest as she completely lost it, only this time it was laughter, not orgasms, rocking her entire body.
"Trowa…" She gasped, struggling for breath, clutching both his shoulders for dear life. "Silence me, please."
So he did, tipping her face up to kiss her. And as they entwined themselves again, Relena had to wonder if they'd managed to run out the clock. She twisted around in Trowa's grasp to look at the clock on the back wall.
Five minutes to midnight.
They'd made it... almost.
Relena cast a worried glance at Trowa. "Now what?" she whispered. He gave her a wry smile.
"This is the part where I sacrifice you, I think."
Relena punched him lightly on the arm. "Funny."
Trowa chuckled and snaked an arm around her waist. "I wouldn't dream of it. Fuck these people."
"Trowa!" she whispered sharply. "They might hear you!"
He answered her with another kiss. And Relena caved in, wrapping her arms around him, ignoring the fact that they could very well die in the next five minutes. If they did, then, what a way to go, right?
"Whoaaaaaa, now wait just a minute," an all-too-familiar voice hooted nearby. Relena and Trowa broke away from each other and swiveled toward the voice.
Duo Maxwell stood to the side of the pulpit, wearing a suit and tie like the ones the other men were wearing, with an idiotic grin plastered on his face.
"Well, fuck," he said with a hearty chuckle. "Looks like I missed the party. Hope you at least save me some treats."
Relena's face heated, and she did her best to hide behind Trowa. It was one thing for strangers to see her naked, but not someone she was actually friends with; well, other than Trowa. They were more than friends, now. Or so she thought.
Duo's sudden appearance caused quite a commotion among the congregation.
"Who is that?" someone yelled.
"Name's Heero Yuy," Duo said with a chuckle. "This guy, ah, Aiden, invited me. He approved my Facebook request to join the group and all."
Relena groaned and covered her face with her hands.
"Welcome, Heero," Trowa said through gritted teeth. "Might I have a word with you?" He motioned Duo over to them.
Duo flashed him a grin. "You bet, you chiseled naked god-man, you."
Oh, God. They were all going to die.
Relena kept herself hidden behind Trowa as Duo approached.
"Nice hair," the braided Preventer teased when he saw her. She glared icicles at him.
"Duo," Trowa hissed. "Is it handled?"
"Oh, it's handled," Duo said casually.
"It'd better be," Trowa snarled.
"Relax, Daddy; I've got this." Duo gave Relena a wink, and she wanted to melt through the floorboards.
Oh God, he'd heard that.
"And… would you look at that?" Duo glanced down at his wristwatch. "Right on schedule."
Relena frowned at him. "What are you talking about?"
"The second act of this little ceremony," Duo said, his violet eyes gleaming. "Looks like you two kicked things off with a bang. But now, we're gonna have a real blas––"
Duo's voice was drowned out by a deafening sound that was way too close to them. The entire sanctuary shook as an explosion rocked the church. Relena cried out and covered her ears with her hands. Trowa shielded her from the blast, diving over her, but then they both tumbled off the altar, rolling onto the carpeted floor.
Pandemonium broke out in the sanctuary, people screaming and shouting and stampeding one another to get out of there.
But they weren't going anywhere.
Relena wrenched her head up and looked to the doors at the front of the church, that now had a smoking, gaping hole in the middle of them. A figure stood on the other side, but he didn't stay there long, kicking one of the doors off of its hinges.
Their eyes locked across the room, and Relena's mouth fell open. And she didn't need to hear Heero's voice to know exactly what he was saying.
"What…the fuck."
A/N: ... NOW WHAT? :D Stay tuned; this story will be concluding this week. Thanks to those of you who have taken the time to read and review!
- RFP