Papa Zechs, Out take chapter 5.5 ~LEMON~

You don't need to read this if it offends you... chapter 6 has a G rated version tacked onto the top.

Leeko

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Relena woke to the sick feeling of being carried upside down. Her hands and feet were bound, her eyes blindfolded. A thick, rubbery gag was in her mouth, causing her jaws to ache. Her captors shoulder was pushed up under her belly, and he was slowly rubbing circles on the smooth back of her thighs.

His soft hair tickled her waist, and his breath feathered lightly against her bare skin.

Experimentally, she squirmed, trying to make him drop her. He retaliated by laying a sharp smack over her butt. She winced, and settled down to think of another plan.

They came to a stop, and Relena heard a what sounded like a car trunk being open. A sudden sense of falling whipped past her consciousness, and she landed on something soft. Forcing herself to breath through her nose, she regained her breath.. just after the lid slammed shut.

She moaned, frustrated, the sound echoing of the metal walls of her prison. She could feel the soft cotton of a quilt underneath her, and a fan blowing into her face to keep the heat down. The air was cold, as if there were an opening to the outside world.

She started to scream around the gag, but gave up when it came out as a near silent whimper.

:::DAMMIT! I have to escape!:::

Her shoulders were starting to ache, as her hands were tied tightly behind her back. The quilt gave no comfort, as her weight slowly crushed her fists.

Relena raised her feet, slamming them into the side of the trunk.

:::Maybe someone will hear!::: She thought, keeping the attack up.

The car stopped, and turned off. Minutes later, she felt cool, fresh air on her cheeks, and her captor picked her up.

He carried her a short distance, before opening up a door and bringing her inside. He dropped her on something soft, and she heard a door shut.. then lock.

Footsteps came closer, and she was rolled over onto her belly. Relief flooded her wrists as he unbound them. Without thinking, she pushed herself up and swung blindly.

A low grunt came to her ears.. a low, familiar grunt. It was the first sound he made.

She was pushed back onto the couch, the tweedy backrest scratching her tender shoulders. She didn't fight him as he rebound her hands in front of her.

He moved away from her. She heard his feet walking on a tiled floor, then the sound of water pouring into something plastic. A coffee machine groaned, pushing out the hot liquid. The pungent fragrance of his favorite dark Columbian roast filled the room, confirming her suspicions of his identity. She at last knew who it was.

She could feel his gaze on her, staring, before he walked up behind the couch. Gently, he ran his hand over her cheek, before deftly removing the gag.

Relena opened and closed her mouth, forcing her jaw muscles to relax.

"Heero... why did you bring me here?" She asked, her voice low.

He didn't answer her. Silently, he cupped the back of her neck, drawing her close to his body. Closer, until her lips barely touched his.

Her captor gently brushed butterfly kisses down her jaw, and to her neck. He ran his tounge temptingly over her collar bone, down to the slight swells of her breasts. He nipped at her soft globes, before kissing the sting away.

Relena was confused. Heero would never make love to her like this. Her arousal fought fiercely with sudden guilt, and she brought her hands up to push him away.

He leaned back, and pulled her hands up over her head before grasping the edge of her nightgown.

"Who are you?" She asked, gasping when he tore open her night dress. His mouth took possession of her taut peaks, hot against the cooler skin, teasing one nipple, then the other.

Still, he was silent, using his lips and hands to seduce her.

:::IS it Heero? What kind of game is he playing?:::

Relena moaned, trying to twist away. He pushed her down onto her back, tracing her smooth stomach with his kisses, moving ruthlessly to his goal.

She felt him untie her ankles, and tried to kick out. He laughed, low in his throat and settled his weight between her legs.

She felt his finger, there, on her soft center. He ran the tip down, over her clit, teasing it to hardness before burrowing it deep inside her passage. Gently, determinedly, he pushed it in and out, before closing his mouth over her nub.

Relena felt his sly smirk against her mound as her body responded to his. She would NOT give him the satisfaction of crying out!

Another finger joined the first, slowly stretching her to accommodate the intrusion.

"Who are you!" She moaned, involuntarily arching into his mouth.

She was met with silence. He still wouldn't speak.

His mouth became more insistent, demanding her fall from grace. She tried to close her legs, only managing to hold him more firmly in place.

"Stop! Please! I can't do this!" She cried, feeling the tremors build up inside of her.

Finally, he spoke, his voice raspy, with held back need.

"You are mine, Relena... Remember that... MINE!"

"Heero!" She let herself fall, drowning him with her thick honey as she came, screaming his name.

He entered her, groaning at the feel of her exquisite tightness.

He still held her arms over her head, his mouth was hard over hers, her taste was clinging to his lips, and her smell surrounded his senses. He was drunk on her, intoxicated by her essence, finishing in a bewildered spiral with her name on his lips.

"Relena..." he said, the whisper brushing against her ear.. "Don't leave me!"

A tear fell from her eye, and he kissed it away.... "Don't cry..."

He untied her hands, smiling when she brought her arms around him.

"I love you." He said, for the first time.

"Heero..." She sighed, her arms tightening... "I love you, too! I won't leave."

"Good... I would only have to follow you."

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