19-July-2003
"Pride and Sensibilities"
A Gundam Wing Fanfiction by Andrea Readwolf
<andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com>
Rated: R for sexual content
Warnings: Smut, smut, glorious smut... Hetero sex not excluded!
Pairings: Heero x Sally & Sally x Wufei; brief Duo x Trowa
Pairings: 1xS & Sx5; 2x5
Notes: This is no part of my "A Matter of Heart Series" and runs under the
assumption all the boys joined the Preventers.
Special Thanks to Zan, my wonderful Beta-reader, who I don't think I thank
near enough; and Mari-chan, who's reinspired me with the writing bug...
ooooh, "Weiss Jedi"..... {rubbs hands together before moving to crack her
knuckles in anticipation and preperation}
Disclaimer: It's sad, but true. I do not own Gundam Wing, no da!
The cheerful rap at his door was hardly enough to pull Heero Yuy's attention away from his work. With an uninterested "Come in," Heero clicked on the "save" icon but didn't turned to face his visitor.
~She was his superior only because she was a doctor. The two of them had run hundreds of field missions in the last five years since the boss had manipulated the special team into joining the organization. Sometimes with teams, sometimes in pairs. The woman was sharp--good to have at your side in a tight spot. A crack shot and a sharp tongue. All in all, not a bad girl. He might even go so far as to call her a 'friend'. ~
"Hey," Sally said, swinging into the office and shutting the door behind her before saddling up the three feet to the desk and sitting/leaning on the corner.
"Hey," Heero replied, his voice lacking any pleasure or annoyance with her visit. He pushed her legs aside so he could get to a folder in one of the desk drawers without banging into her.
"I just wanted to say 'thanks' for covering my ass yesterday."
He looked at her, one eyebrow rising questioningly. She grinned down at him. "Yeah, I know," she said, leaning precariously off the desk towards him. "And I was kinda hoping I could make it up to you."
Heero leaned back in his chair, folder forgotten as he continued to watch her. "You can return the favor later," he offered.
Sally shook her head. "I don't like acquiring interest. I pay my debts off right away," she said, hopping off the edge of the desk and moving between his legs and the desk. "So what," she asked, her eyes roaming up and down his body, "Can I do to make it up to you?"
"Hn." Heero watched her watch him, his cock stirring with thoughts of what she could do for him. "What do you suggest would be a fair exchange?" he asked, shifting his hips in the chair.
She noticed the movement, noticed the raised bulge in the front of his Preventer pants and grinning, she reached out and cupped his groin. "Oh, I definitely think some personal attention is only fair," she answered, pushing his chair back so she could kneel before him on the floor. He said nothing when she unfastened his uniform pants and freed his proud-standing penis. But a note of appreciation did sound in his throat when her lips touched the silky wet tip.
~She was talented enough to make fellatio an art form--oh! ~
He was close to coming--she could taste it in the back of her throat as she repetitively swallowed his hot, hard cock--when he suddenly pushed her back. She started to protest before she realized what he was doing. It was when her bare ass was pushed up onto the desk, her Preventer's issued pants pulled around her knees and binding the limbs as he pushed her legs up against her chest and his hot little prick began poking at the soft wet folds of her sex that her protests slid into moans of encouragement. One thrust home. Two, three, and it was over--Heero's milky cum coating her insides.
She could feel his hot breath scalding her skin through her Preventer's jacket. His sweat mingled with hers against her face to dribble down her throat. Slowly, he stepped back, allowing her legs to fall back into a normal position--below her waist--and snatched some tissues from the box in an attempt to clean him off.
"We shouldn't have done that," he said when enough blood had returned to other parts of their body so that they could stand and rearrange their clothing all without getting dizzy.
She slapped his hands away and fastened her own pants, noting the button was loose. "I'm fine," she snapped irritably.
"Wufei--"
"Just let *me* deal with him," she ordered, shooting him a *look* that clearly told him to drop it.
He wasn't given the opportunity to continue, though, because just then Duo's head poked in following a quick rap at the door.
"Whoa! Is this a private meeting or can I interrupt?" the braided Preventer asked, eyeing his coworkers, looking for anything out of place. Sally's hair was a little mussed, but other than that--Damn. He had *yet* to catch the two, but he was *sure* they were hooking up at work.
Of course it *could* just be a guilty conscious like Trowa said. 'You just want to justify your own actions,' the green-eye Preventer informed him. 'Are you complaining about those actions?' Duo had quipped, filling the long-legged man with his cock. 'Gods, no!' Trowa had moaned, to which Duo had replied, 'Good!'
"Not at all," Sally said, breaking into Duo's pleasant remembrance of activities in the copier room only moments passed. "What can we help you with, Duo?"
"What? Oh, um, actually, it's Wufei. He was wondering where you were holed up at and since I was heading over here to talk to Hee-chan about our case--" The braided young man offered a trade-mark grin and shrug for the couple.
Sally sighed and rolled her eyes, mumbling something about unreasonable, over-protective men and page systems. "Thanks, Duo," she said more clearly. "I guess I'd better go check up on him and see what his royal pain in-the-butt wants. Take care, and try not to have too much fun without me, all right Hee-chan?" she teased, winked and waving to the two boys.
"Whatever," the Japanese man replied; returning to is computer like nothing was left to say.
Sally rolled her eyes again--this time for Duo's benefit, and she could hear the American's first question before she was out of earshot.
"So, what bug's up 'Fei's ass now anyway--"
The Chinese woman smiled, weaving through the maze of corridors, nodding, smiling, dropping 'hi's and 'bye's to people she knew until she was at Chang Wufei's office. His sharp voice answered at her first rap.
"Yes. Come in."
"I hear you were bellowing for me?" Sally's pleasant voice answered, swinging the door open and striding confidently into the room.
"What have you been up to, woman?"
Inwardly, teeth were gnawing and grinding in frustration over this stubborn attitude of his, but outwardly, she was light-hearted mischievousness personified. Her ass bumped backwards, pushing the door shut, before she stepped up to his desk, leaning over it in what she considered a provocative gesture--and it was *really* hard to be provocative in a Preventer uniform.
"*I* was *up* to nothing," she answered, eyes dipping pointedly to the growing bulge in his lap. "Can you say the same, 'Fei?"
Flustered, the Chinese man scooted his chair forward so his lower body and any up-rising issues were concealed by his desk, inwardly cursing his body's betrayal to his convictions, and his conflicting emotions for the woman before him.
"Damn you, woman," he hissed, acutely aware that he was now blushing. Damn, damn, double-damn damn.
"Damn yourself," she snapped. "You're much better at it." She winced mentally, remembering her purpose for being here. "Ne, 'Fei…?" she started out again, sounding more sugary-coated sweet. "Don't you find me even remotely desirable? I remember a time not so long ago when you couldn't wait to love me, used to hate to leave me…Now, after all that--"
"Have you *no* *decency*!" he shouted, pushing up away from the desk to better-put distance between himself and the woman. He finally took up pacing a short distance because he didn't trust himself not to touch her.
Sally threw her hands up, huffing. "You know what? I should have never told you!"
That caught his attention and he turned and glared at her, anger firing his next words. "You would have withheld such knowledge from me?"
"If I knew you were going to act like such a baby about this? YES!" She shouted, not bothering to hide her anger.
He was in her face before either could say another word, wrenching her arm back, pulling her body back down towards the desk and hovering over her. "You would *dare* not tell me?" he growled threateningly.
"In a heartbeat," she hissed, venom lacing her words.
His mouth crushed over hers with violence, his tongue thrusting into her mouth with vengeance as something else dug against her sex. She was so thankful that both Wufei and Heero had attained offices with blinded windows and a lockable door! She hitched a leg up around his waist, trying to push closer to thrusting throb of flesh she was so eager for when Wufei pulled away.
His nostrils flared with each heavy breath-- "You smell like sex, woman," he accused, eyes narrowing.
"I'm surprised you even remember what sex smells like," she drawled, eyeing him, daring him.
"Tempest," he cursed. "Vixen! Wanton!"
Her jacket and blouse where becoming very uncomfortable. "Are you going to stand there calling me names or do something about it?"
For a moment, he looked like he would; but then, in the next, he pulled away, returning to his desk and chair.
She huffed, but in sexual frustration and anger. "Fine," she snapped. "I'll just grab the next person I see and screw *them* silly!"
He shot her a faintly horror-struck look. "You wouldn't..."
"Wanna bet?" she retort, reaching to wrench open the door, before she found herself pinned to it; one lean, mean, gorgeous Chinese man doing the pinning, her mind supplied and her body reacted instantly, pressing back against him.
"You are in no condition to be--to do--" His chest was heaving with what he thought was righteous anger, and what Sally and Heero knew to be idiotic. "You should be home, resting!" he finally growled out, stepping away from her.
She turned, back now pressed against the door as she studied him. "Look, 'Fei, I'm a *doctor*, for crying out loud. I know what I'm doing, and trust me, will ya, I am *not* putting our baby in any danger by working or screwing," she said softly, but clearly with sincerity. "If I even thought for a second, something was wrong, do you think I wouldn't do everything in my power to fix it?
"If you're still worried, why don't you take a look at those reports and books Heero brought home?" she added with less heat, seeing he was still unwilling to relent. "Do you think he would do anything to hurt our baby, either?"
He stared back at her, torn. He wanted... but he was worried, too...
Coming to a conclusion, he pushed off his desk, stepping in front of her. Reaching up delicately, her framed her face with gentle hands, thumb pads grazing over the skin of her cheeks before he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. It was a gentle, almost chaste kiss, but it relayed all his balled up emotions to her, and, still leaning against the door, Sally relaxed.
Nothing like their first time--which had been a furious lovemaking of clashing, battling wills--this was soft, gentle, calm... The hands that had been holding her face softly floated down over her body, caressing each curve until they drew close to her stomach. And then, with another soft kiss placed on her shoulder, Wufei fell to his knees and pressed his face against her small rounding belly.
"Tonight," he whispered, before looking back up at her, his eyes full of promise. A soft smile touched her lips, reciprocated his own.
And then a loud banging resounded from the door Sally was leaning against.
"Hate to interrupt," Trowa said, "But Une's on her way over, and she does *not* look happy."
In a matter of seconds, both Preventers were at the desk, looking over details from another mission, the door unlocked again. And in time, too, for not even a minute after Trowa's warning, the door burst open without even a knock.
"Good afternoon, Lady," Wufei answered, leaning around Sally to look at the frazzled woman.
"New mission," Une growled, dropping two folders on the desk before storming back out.
Wufei looked at Sally.
"You're screwing me tonight regardless of whether we have a mission or not," she told him, picking up one of the folders.
He snorted.
OWARI
Andrea Readwolf
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