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yuri fic! O_O
my first yuri fic. I'm so moved. T__T
Unfinished for now, but i can't write more tonight so here it is.
Relena woke up to a hand across her mouth and her wrists pressed strongly in her pillow over her head. She would have kicked, but the blanket covering her legs was heavy. Abduction, her brain recognized, lagging a second behind her instincts. Not assassination; she wouldn't have awakened at all. She struggled briefly; to no avail. The intruder -- she couldn't see who it was in the darkness of her room-- had superior strength and all the leverage. The hand holding her wrists was callused from gun use; she couldn't hope that her assailant wasn't armed. She froze, submitting for now.
She hadn't been hit, she noted; just overpowered. The kidnapper's orders were probably to deliver her as intact as possible. It gave her some room to maneuver. She tried to calm her pounding heart, waiting for the first opportunity.
It was dark in her bedroom. She could only see a lithe shape, with short, messy hair, leaning over her. The hand on her mouth lifted for a second --now!! She took in air to scream, just as she was kicking the blanket away and trying to buck off her assailant, but found herself with her mouth full of cloth, a hand around her neck and the intruder straddling her thighs, keeping her down. The hand tightened just barely, threatening to cut off her air supply. Her wrists were freed for a second, the time for the intruder's fist to meet her head.
"You're knocked out," a voice whispered. Sighing, Relena closed her eyes obediently, not without catching a glimpse of clear eyes in the shadows cast on the assailant's face by spiky bangs. The intruder rolled off her, and she was lifted and thrown over a shoulder. It had seemed a lot more romantic in the romance novels of her teenager years, she noted with a touch of dry humor. Being carted off across a bony shoulder made all the blood go to her head, and her stomach hurt from bearing her whole weight.
She could see why romantics would like the idea, though; there was no way for the abductor to hold her up any other way than by putting a hand on the back of her thighs. She squirmed a little, uncomfortably aware of the shape and weight of that hand, fingers splayed open just under her bottom. The hold tightened a little, keeping her still. A fold of her nightdress was caught under the warm palm, pulling the back of her garment up; she could feel the cool air of the night on the back of her knees.
The hall was dark, but less than her room had been. As her abductor jogged down the corridor, she caught a glimpse of one of her guards crumpled in a corner. He had visibly been pulled out of sight and properly hogtied. He was glaring angrily at them, but wasn't in a position to do anything about it.
The door opening on the big staircase was shouldered out of the way, narrowly missing Relena's head on its way to closing behind them. She pretended not to notice, still limp and heavy on the intruder's shoulder. It was hard to see what was going on since everything was upside-down, but finally she noticed that the security cameras were still scanning the room calmly, even when her butt ended up the center of the shot. So either the images were being switched before they arrived to the security room and the cameras were actually inactive --please god make it so-- or the men keeping an eye on them had been taken out, maybe even replaced by another intruder -- and if they were leering at her nightdress-clad behind, she would die of shame. That and her chances of getting rescued before she was taken out of the house were dropping.
The men usually guarding her didn't have a schedule per se, so they could always end up meeting a patrol, but she knew she couldn't count on that.
She tried to remember the layout of the house, tugging out every little detail that could be of use. Her abductor slipped in the kitchen, almost hugging the wall to stay out of the lamppost light coming through the windows, and when they slowed down just before opening the outer door, she suddenly planted both hands quite firmly on the small of her kidnapper's camo-clad butt, bent her knees and leaned forward as much as she could, reaching for the little red box on the wall. Unbalanced by her sudden movement, the intruder lost a few precious seconds grabbing at the edge of the table to stay up, and her knuckles met the little glass covering the fire alarm with a resounding crack.
"Godfuckingdammit-- "
The howl of the alarm was deafening after the almost total silence that had pervaded the house since her awakening, and in the time it took for her abductor to grip her properly again and kick the back door open, her nightdress had been utterly drenched by the sprinklers. The cold night air made her shiver, and she kicked a few times, but the only thing she gained was a slap on her butt and the tightening of the hold around her thighs, pressing her legs closer against her kidnapper's chest.
The kidnapper started to run, making Relena feel sick. She tried not to look down at the moving ground, wincing when her hair briefly got snared in a plant growing against the house.
"Scythe? --yeah, I KNOW, don't you fucking dare laugh. I need a diversion, NOW."
Relena barely heard the whisper over the sound of the guard dogs barking and a stampede of guards running toward the house. She still noted the code name, just in case it proved relevant later. That was at least proof that her kidnapper had an accomplice, maybe even several.
There was a loud BOOM on the other side of the house, and Relena desperately tried to twist around to see what was going on. They couldn't have used a real bomb! It had to be a trick -- but it had sounded so real, and she was worried for her staff.
A second later she was dumped over a decorative fence and landed butt-first behind a flowery bush. The intruder leaped silently over the fence after her, even as she crawled back hurriedly to get away. She was tackled to the grass, her madly kicking legs immobilized skillfully, a forearm across her throat to stifle the smallest sound she could make. Two guards trampled past as she lay behind the bush, a slender, wiry body keeping hers down, a warm breath ghosting against her neck and her wet hair. Now this was closer to what her romance novels had led her to expect when spirited away.
The fire alarm was quiet now, but the other alarm, the "perimeter breached" one, was still howling in the night, drowning out the crickets and scaring the nightingales into silence. She shivered, wincing a little when searchlights were turned on, but while most of the lawn was now crisscrossed with rays of electric day, that corner behind the bushes stayed weirdly dark and secret, as if the chaos in the rest of the house didn't concern it.
A drop of water rolled against her cheek and she looked up at her abductor. A flash of light let her see dark hair tangled in short, wet spikes and deep blue eyes, staring down at her. After a warning frown, the forearm across her throat was withdrawn-- not that anyone could have heard her over the racket her security was making-- and a gun pulled out. Relena's eyes widened slightly. It seemed very real. Cold. Dangerous. Especially so when the muzzle of the gun ended up just brushing against her neck. A button had popped off sometime during the whole capture and now her collarbone was exposed.
She shivered again, but she didn't know if it was from the chill of the wet nightdress clinging to her back and legs or from the danger. Her kidnapper's eyes were shining in the darkness, apparently amused.
"Mmmph..." she mumbled through the gag.
The kidnapper arched an eyebrow, then smirked, just barely.
"Scream for help and I'll shoot."
Relena nodded in agreement, the gun still cold against her throat. The gag was pulled out, and she licked her bruised lips.
"I think this is about the time you're supposed to rip off my bodice," she whispered with dry sarcasm.
Hilde swallowed back a snort.
"You don't have a bodice," she replied, trailing the muzzle of her gun down Relena's throat teasingly.
For a second, the shadows on her face made the young Preventers agent a stranger, and Relena shivered again, her head tilting back almost automatically. She was suddenly overwhelmed with the awareness of the cool grass, of the pull of her wet, thin nightdress, of the icy metal brushing against her skin, of the weight and warmth of that body covering hers.
For someone so slim, agent Hilde Schbeiker was surprisingly heavy, surprisingly solid. Her built was similar to that of Heero Yuy; apparently all graceful limbs, but rippling with sinewy muscles. Relena had always had a weakness for that body type, dating from way before her schoolgirl crush on the man who had protected her so many times and was now her head of security.
Except that he was not, would never be, the rakish, smirking rogue she had dreamed would come and take her away from her obligations, and suddenly she regretted not having a bodice to rip.
Maybe all that cold water was giving her a fever.
Unfinished for now, but i can't write more tonight so here it is.
Relena woke up to a hand across her mouth and her wrists pressed strongly in her pillow over her head. She would have kicked, but the blanket covering her legs was heavy. Abduction, her brain recognized, lagging a second behind her instincts. Not assassination; she wouldn't have awakened at all. She struggled briefly; to no avail. The intruder -- she couldn't see who it was in the darkness of her room-- had superior strength and all the leverage. The hand holding her wrists was callused from gun use; she couldn't hope that her assailant wasn't armed. She froze, submitting for now.
She hadn't been hit, she noted; just overpowered. The kidnapper's orders were probably to deliver her as intact as possible. It gave her some room to maneuver. She tried to calm her pounding heart, waiting for the first opportunity.
It was dark in her bedroom. She could only see a lithe shape, with short, messy hair, leaning over her. The hand on her mouth lifted for a second --now!! She took in air to scream, just as she was kicking the blanket away and trying to buck off her assailant, but found herself with her mouth full of cloth, a hand around her neck and the intruder straddling her thighs, keeping her down. The hand tightened just barely, threatening to cut off her air supply. Her wrists were freed for a second, the time for the intruder's fist to meet her head.
"You're knocked out," a voice whispered. Sighing, Relena closed her eyes obediently, not without catching a glimpse of clear eyes in the shadows cast on the assailant's face by spiky bangs. The intruder rolled off her, and she was lifted and thrown over a shoulder. It had seemed a lot more romantic in the romance novels of her teenager years, she noted with a touch of dry humor. Being carted off across a bony shoulder made all the blood go to her head, and her stomach hurt from bearing her whole weight.
She could see why romantics would like the idea, though; there was no way for the abductor to hold her up any other way than by putting a hand on the back of her thighs. She squirmed a little, uncomfortably aware of the shape and weight of that hand, fingers splayed open just under her bottom. The hold tightened a little, keeping her still. A fold of her nightdress was caught under the warm palm, pulling the back of her garment up; she could feel the cool air of the night on the back of her knees.
The hall was dark, but less than her room had been. As her abductor jogged down the corridor, she caught a glimpse of one of her guards crumpled in a corner. He had visibly been pulled out of sight and properly hogtied. He was glaring angrily at them, but wasn't in a position to do anything about it.
The door opening on the big staircase was shouldered out of the way, narrowly missing Relena's head on its way to closing behind them. She pretended not to notice, still limp and heavy on the intruder's shoulder. It was hard to see what was going on since everything was upside-down, but finally she noticed that the security cameras were still scanning the room calmly, even when her butt ended up the center of the shot. So either the images were being switched before they arrived to the security room and the cameras were actually inactive --please god make it so-- or the men keeping an eye on them had been taken out, maybe even replaced by another intruder -- and if they were leering at her nightdress-clad behind, she would die of shame. That and her chances of getting rescued before she was taken out of the house were dropping.
The men usually guarding her didn't have a schedule per se, so they could always end up meeting a patrol, but she knew she couldn't count on that.
She tried to remember the layout of the house, tugging out every little detail that could be of use. Her abductor slipped in the kitchen, almost hugging the wall to stay out of the lamppost light coming through the windows, and when they slowed down just before opening the outer door, she suddenly planted both hands quite firmly on the small of her kidnapper's camo-clad butt, bent her knees and leaned forward as much as she could, reaching for the little red box on the wall. Unbalanced by her sudden movement, the intruder lost a few precious seconds grabbing at the edge of the table to stay up, and her knuckles met the little glass covering the fire alarm with a resounding crack.
"Godfuckingdammit-- "
The howl of the alarm was deafening after the almost total silence that had pervaded the house since her awakening, and in the time it took for her abductor to grip her properly again and kick the back door open, her nightdress had been utterly drenched by the sprinklers. The cold night air made her shiver, and she kicked a few times, but the only thing she gained was a slap on her butt and the tightening of the hold around her thighs, pressing her legs closer against her kidnapper's chest.
The kidnapper started to run, making Relena feel sick. She tried not to look down at the moving ground, wincing when her hair briefly got snared in a plant growing against the house.
"Scythe? --yeah, I KNOW, don't you fucking dare laugh. I need a diversion, NOW."
Relena barely heard the whisper over the sound of the guard dogs barking and a stampede of guards running toward the house. She still noted the code name, just in case it proved relevant later. That was at least proof that her kidnapper had an accomplice, maybe even several.
There was a loud BOOM on the other side of the house, and Relena desperately tried to twist around to see what was going on. They couldn't have used a real bomb! It had to be a trick -- but it had sounded so real, and she was worried for her staff.
A second later she was dumped over a decorative fence and landed butt-first behind a flowery bush. The intruder leaped silently over the fence after her, even as she crawled back hurriedly to get away. She was tackled to the grass, her madly kicking legs immobilized skillfully, a forearm across her throat to stifle the smallest sound she could make. Two guards trampled past as she lay behind the bush, a slender, wiry body keeping hers down, a warm breath ghosting against her neck and her wet hair. Now this was closer to what her romance novels had led her to expect when spirited away.
The fire alarm was quiet now, but the other alarm, the "perimeter breached" one, was still howling in the night, drowning out the crickets and scaring the nightingales into silence. She shivered, wincing a little when searchlights were turned on, but while most of the lawn was now crisscrossed with rays of electric day, that corner behind the bushes stayed weirdly dark and secret, as if the chaos in the rest of the house didn't concern it.
A drop of water rolled against her cheek and she looked up at her abductor. A flash of light let her see dark hair tangled in short, wet spikes and deep blue eyes, staring down at her. After a warning frown, the forearm across her throat was withdrawn-- not that anyone could have heard her over the racket her security was making-- and a gun pulled out. Relena's eyes widened slightly. It seemed very real. Cold. Dangerous. Especially so when the muzzle of the gun ended up just brushing against her neck. A button had popped off sometime during the whole capture and now her collarbone was exposed.
She shivered again, but she didn't know if it was from the chill of the wet nightdress clinging to her back and legs or from the danger. Her kidnapper's eyes were shining in the darkness, apparently amused.
"Mmmph..." she mumbled through the gag.
The kidnapper arched an eyebrow, then smirked, just barely.
"Scream for help and I'll shoot."
Relena nodded in agreement, the gun still cold against her throat. The gag was pulled out, and she licked her bruised lips.
"I think this is about the time you're supposed to rip off my bodice," she whispered with dry sarcasm.
Hilde swallowed back a snort.
"You don't have a bodice," she replied, trailing the muzzle of her gun down Relena's throat teasingly.
For a second, the shadows on her face made the young Preventers agent a stranger, and Relena shivered again, her head tilting back almost automatically. She was suddenly overwhelmed with the awareness of the cool grass, of the pull of her wet, thin nightdress, of the icy metal brushing against her skin, of the weight and warmth of that body covering hers.
For someone so slim, agent Hilde Schbeiker was surprisingly heavy, surprisingly solid. Her built was similar to that of Heero Yuy; apparently all graceful limbs, but rippling with sinewy muscles. Relena had always had a weakness for that body type, dating from way before her schoolgirl crush on the man who had protected her so many times and was now her head of security.
Except that he was not, would never be, the rakish, smirking rogue she had dreamed would come and take her away from her obligations, and suddenly she regretted not having a bodice to rip.
Maybe all that cold water was giving her a fever.
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I LOVE the realism, how being slung over someone's shoulder is NOT romantic, how Relena's nightdress gets soaked and the button popped off and it's just cold... and the camera's butt shot! Woot!
Does it count as "ripping off the bodice" if Hilde gropes her under her nightdress? *_* *thinks of something* Yanno, cold water only stops arousal for a couple of minutes... then it makes it worse. Maybe all that cold water is making Relena hotter for Hilde... *grin*
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*adds lotsa cold water* *purrs*
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This is so great and you know that already. Oooh... look at all the pretty words I looked up!
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Glad I'm not in 'Lena's position - not even an abduction would get me out of bed if I didn't want to go! And if they managed, by some miracle, to get me out of bed, I would _not_ be a fun person to deal with. *hugs bed*
More please! *bounces*
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(I assume when it's done you'll post it to our poor, comatose little community, right?)
I kinda figured it was a drill as soon as Relena went along and pretended to be knocked out.
>u<
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[snuggles] And Hilde continues to be teh sex.
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