27 December 2000
Category: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 3x11
Spoilers: Not really. Kind of an off-shoot of when Trowa was in OZ and he and Heero captured Zechs (sorry, don't remember the episode number).
Warnings: Lemon of the heterosexual kind. Don't like? Don't read.
Feedback: C&C
Notes: I'm dedicating this to Cassiopeia. She's fond of this pairing and since she was nice enough to dedicate Spider's Silk to me, it's only fair, ne? ^__^ Hope you like this Cass. We are both junkies for unusual pairings. ~__^
'--denotes thoughts--'
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belongs to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non profit entertainment purposes.
When Trowa was told to give his report to Une in her quarters, he knew she was having an "off day". That was code to all the soldiers that she wasn't being General-like. He proceeded down the hall with a small frown on his face. He personally liked both personas but it took getting used to. He respected the strategic mind of the General, but felt rather protective of the Lady as did the rest of the soldiers around here. But many just wished she would go away (either personality). He didn't feel that way at all. He rang the chimes to her door.
"Enter," said a soft voice on the other side of the door.
The room was slightly dark. Lady Une was sitting in a chair looking at a portrait on the wall. She was pulling her hair back in a tight pony tail held by red ribbon. Her eyeglasses gave off a near ghostly glow in the dim light.
"What is it Trowa?" she said in a rather stern dismissive voice.
"Sir, I am here to report on the test run of Mercurius and Vayeate," Trowa said, relieved he was giving his report to the General. The Lady always seemed distressed by military business.
"Continue."
"It's a lot faster and more mobile than I would have suspected given its size, Sir. We had no trouble detaining Milliardo Peacecraft for you," Trowa finished. He did notice the strange look on her face when Peacecraft was mentioned.
"He didn't give you any trouble?"
"No, Sir."
She sighed and looked back at the portrait. "I don't trust him. But others seem to think I should. I won't know until I've talked to him."
Trowa's eyes followed the General's to the portrait. It was a rather large monstrosity. Trowa frankly hated the picture. The person in the portrait, Treize Kushrenada, seemed to give off an arrogant, smug expression that made Trowa want to wipe the look off that face. He wasn't sure why, but he felt that was the man responsible for the person in the fragile state that sat immobile in the chair before him. Of course, he also wondered on a different level why he even cared. She was the enemy after all, wasn't she?
She arose from the chair to face Trowa. "I appreciate the report. I guess I should meet our guest," she said with a resigned sigh.
"Not if you are not ready, Sir."
Une stopped and smiled at Trowa and took his hand. "You do look out for me, don't you Trowa?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Trowa said while giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. The next move rather surprised him.
She kissed him. It was a tentative but sweet kiss. She pulled back to stare at Trowa briefly before saying, "Gomen." Meanwhile she thought she wasn't really sorry at all. This was something that was in the making for a long time.
Trowa heard the apology and knew it wasn't truly sincere. He wondered if this was something he could go through. He had been trained to accept all. He was told there may be times when he would have to barter his body for information or even to blackmail his enemies. But those were all men. War is a men's game, is it not? He wasn't sure if he should let this continue any further. Life is a series of experiences, why shouldn't this be just one more experience?
"Trowa," Une began, "I'm afraid, I'm not sorry at all. Would you like for me to do that again?" The General said boldly.
"Yes," he said simply as he leaned towards his general, his enemy for another kiss.
This kiss had more pressure, Trowa dared to dart his tongue towards Une's closed lips. She reflexively parted them to allow the slick entrance of her subordinate's questing tongue. Tongues met in a languid exploration of each other while quiet moans were rendered from their owners.
Trowa pulled back and removed the red ribbon and the glasses. He knew he would be flying "blind" not knowing from visual cues if he was with the Lady or the General, but he didn't care. He suspected he would know the difference.
While his hand worked its way through her soft brown hair, Une's passions rose as she walked backwards taking the tall, sincere young man with her towards the bed. Her hands busily began to disrobe the man between sweet, desperate kisses. The steely determination of the woman to boldy divest him of his uniform that fired up his blood screamed the General. The shy, timid, teasing touches that seared his soul whispered the Lady.
He removed her clothing with care. He looked into her eyes to see the shyness of the Lady. "You are very beautiful," Trowa said to assure her. She smiled and flushed slightly. He laid down on the bed and pulled her on top of him. They resumed kissing each other. Not quite as desperately as before.
She arched her neck back as Trowa began a trail on wet, sensual kisses down her jaw and her neck. Her hands roamed lightly over the strong body below her and stopped when a glancing touch to his nipples caused him to gasp. That was the sweetest sound she ever heard. She felt herself get wetter with that noise alone. She was determined to make this man gasp even more.
With her finger, she began to tease his erect nipples. Figuring her fingers were fine, her mouth would have to be better, she moved to kiss the pale brown nub, taking them in her mouth to slowly suck. Trowa moaned louder and his hips arched to met Une's. She could feel his erection brushing her stomach and smiled. Her hand snaked down while her lips remained firmly attached to a nipple to caress his hardness. This earned a groan that went directly to her own throbbing sex.
He pulled her off his chest to give her a long, deep kiss. His hands ghosted over her body making her experience the exquisite torture she had bestowed upon him minutes earlier. Her eyes closed to absorb every touch, to catalog each feeling. On some levels she wished the body beneath hers was that of Treize-sama, but she quickly dismissed the thought. 'I don't know that he would be this gentle,' her thought ran before she opened her eyes to stare into the dark green eyes of Trowa. Eyes clouded with passion and desire for her.
He flipped them over so that she was below. His hands grabbed her breasts gently as his tongue flicked at her pale pink nipples. She moaned at the sensation and gasped when he took her left nipple into his mouth. He had one thigh between her legs and she was wantonly rubbing herself against it. Not sure how much more of this he could take, he slipped one hand down to caress her sex. His fingers met with eager wetness before his exploring fingers found her clitoris. Une arched into the touch and gasped loudly. One finger plunged deep into the warm wetness as she continued to undulate her hips towards the digit.
"Please, Trowa," Une moaned in a low sensual voice. "I want you now."
Hearing the voice laced with sex and need was almost enough to make him come at that moment. He took the finger out and positioned himself between her outstretched legs. With his hands holding her hips up a bit, he pushed in. Une moaned in soft approval. Trowa began to slowly move in and out of her, marveling at the warm, wet enclosure. She followed his rhythm until she found it too slow. "Harder, please?" she uttered.
Trowa also tiring of the gentle treatment threw caution to the wind and started to move faster, plunge deeper. Her sweet moaning driving him to go faster--harder. One of Une's legs was wrapped tightly to Trowa's waist, while the other had its foot planted on the bed to help her arch higher to feel Trowa deeper inside her.
Breathless and feeling she would soon fall into ecstacy she pushed up harder and faster. "Nnn, I'm coming. Gods, Trei-- Trowa!" Suddenly she felt her world flash into bright colors. Trowa heard the near slip but didn't care, he felt he would soon fall over the precipice as well. She sex tightened about him and he shouted, "Gods!" before releasing his seed into her. For a second they remained entwined, breathless and in a warm embrace. Breathing slowed to normal and Trowa slowly pulled out, but pulled Une over to him.
Une's face flushed to a beet red shade.
"What?" Trowa asked curious.
"I'm sure when you came here to give me a report you weren't expecting this," she laughed embarrassed.
"Well, no," Trowa smiled back. "But I don't regret it. Do you?" he asked as he pushed her delicate bangs out of her eyes.
Her eyes flickered across the room to the portrait, then back to Trowa. "No, I don't regret it at all."
Trowa smiled, relieved, before noticing the clock at the bedside. "I hate to run out, but I have to report to duty in twenty minutes."
Une reached for her glasses. "I understand. There's a shower in the other room." She began braiding her hair as Trowa dashed for the shower. She tried to return to her stern, self-sufficient self, but found it difficult. All she wanted to do was follow the man who made her feel so desired and loved into the shower. 'Maybe another time?' her softer thought seeped through. "Maybe," she said aloud in answer to the voice in her head.
OWARI
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