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HxR, second tidbit
Yuriness. Previous part here:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/askerian/89535.html#cutid1
(be warned, Relena has acquired a severe case of thought diarrhea here. ~_~)
Maybe all that cold water was giving her a fever.
Agent Schbeiker was as far to a hero of romance novels as it was feasible. For one thing, she may be athletic and daring, but she was clearly female, no mistake possible. Relena could feel her small, hard breasts pressing against hers. Hers were bigger, she noticed, but it didn't give her the feeling of superiority she had gotten when Dorothy and her had measured their chests back at school and she had won. No, the feeling was quite clearly of another kind.
Agent Schbeiker wasn't manly. She was boyish at the most, though only, Relena remembered, when she was wearing her uniform, or, like now, camo pants and a tanktop. The rest of the time she was casually tomboyish, with small details like her beret to give a feminine touch. She was not a tall, virile hunk --thank god, because that would have made her a female Rashid and as superficial as it was, the mental picture was quite horrifying; Relena liked slim and wiry better than large and beefy anyway.
She had believed for so long that she liked slim, wiry MEN, and Hilde was a girl, so of course when they had met again, when Hilde had been assigned to her security a few months ago, and had started to flirt, she had flirted back, but only in jest.
It was surprisingly easy to flirt with Hilde Schbeiker, jesting or not. It was easy to do everything with her, really; laugh and talk about politics and ideals. She was a lot more down to earth than Relena was, and sometimes the politician needed that, needed to be reminded that not everyone saw freedom of the individual and social responsibility as concepts to be debated about, but as real matters with applications in the real world. But she cared about who was in charge and how the laws were changed, too.
It was easy to start talking with her, start asking for her opinion, start letting her pull her away from her office for lunch when she had planned of grabbing a sandwich and working through lunch hour. It was easy to tease and be teased, to share laughter and confidences.
It was like having a best friend. Except none of her girl friends treated her with that mix of respect and ...equality, and that fierce protectiveness. Except that none of her girl friends looked at her with these eyes, as if yes, she was flirting jokingly, but no, it wasn't a joke at all.
Well, there had been Dorothy, she reflected. But Dorothy took as much pleasure in talking with her than in honestly frustrating her. When they argued, often it was as if Catalonia couldn't decide between pulling her close and doing various sort of wicked things to her, and patting her on the head like a small yappy poodle bringing back a stick and then dismissing her entirely. Dorothy was a friend, albeit a weird kind of friend, but if Relena relaxed ten minutes in her presence, she would be eaten alive, and not in the fun way.
Dorothy had been raised to be suave and womanly, and Relena had felt quite often that she only needed an occasion to offer to... experiment. But she had never been interested, because they had both been raised to be ladylike, and Relena didn't want another lady. She wanted a knight, a pirate. Someone who would steal her away, protect her, tease her, make her world spin out of control. Maybe it was outdated, and stupidly romantic, but it was what she had been dreaming of forever.
And she wouldn't find that with Heero Yuy. Heero was... well... boring. Too serious. Even sort of stuck up sometimes. And a worse workaholic than she was. Sure, when she had been meeting him during the war, hurried minutes of condensed feelings between two explosions, he had looked like he fit the list of things she was looking for, but that was only from afar. And squinting. Now that she saw him everyday, well, she still had some fondness for him, but he had lost all his mystery and gained lots of anal retentiveness.
That and she had done everything short of turning up naked in his bed, and he hadn't even NOTICED.
She was noticing Hilde's small, firm breasts against hers quite well. She wondered if the Preventer was noticing her heartbeat going crazy.
The bottom line was that Relena liked Hilde. A lot. But up until now, she hadn't been sure if Hilde liked her back. They flirted all the time, and Relena was pretty sure that it was real, but she wasn't a hundred percent certain. And the wondering and doubting was pretty exciting in its own right, so she had never actively tried to figure it out.
But that stunt with the gun trailing down her throat... Well, that was pretty suggestive. Freudian, even.
"Rel? Earth to Rel, come on Rel..."
She gasped, then turned bright red. How long had the other woman been trying to get her attention? She was peering at her quizzically, waving a hand in front of her face.
"Sorry," Relena whispered back. "Drool-- uhm, woolgathering." Oh god, why was the earth under her happy with turning to mud and seeping into her flimsy clothing when it could have swallowed her whole? No ambition at all.
Hilde muffled an unladylike snort against her shoulder, and Relena felt her heart jump again and warmth uncoil in her belly. She could feel the agent's warm breath through her damp nightdress, and fancied that she could even guess at the shape of her lips. She could have sworn Hilde was smiling... But then she always was.
"And what it is that's making you drool, princess?" Hilde whispered in her ear, laughter evident in her voice. Relena tensed her muscles, hoping that it would be enough to hold back the shiver she felt rising.
Apparently, it wasn't.
"... What is it, my Lady? Are you still thinking of that knight who was supposed to protect you from the rogues who would ruthlessly try to spirit you away? He couldn't even keep me away from you."
Once again, then gun was resting against the hollow of her throat. Hilde's voice had changed, shifted from pure laughter to... something else. Something a little darker. She bit her lip, not knowing what she was trying to keep from escaping. Her nervous laughter, or a moan of surprise and desire?
A few guards trampled past their hiding place, reminding her of the outside world. On the other side of the house, Heero was snapping out orders, visibly frustrated. The reminder should have broken the spell; it didn't. If any, it pulled the fantasy just a tiny step closer to reality.
"My knight will find you, and he'll have you hanged," she managed to reply with a sufficient dose of noble haughtiness. She hadn't intended to let nervousness slip out with it. It lent the whole strange scene yet another dose of reality.
"So then maybe I should ravish you right away, my fair Lady, and not wait for your fearsome white knight to interrupt us."
The tone, Relena reflected, was truly spot-on. Amusement, a pinch of mockery, underlined by perfect self-confidence.
"Maybe you should," she agreed in a wavering voice, breaking her role.
She didn't remember when she had closed her eyes, but she couldn't open them yet. She counted the seconds of silence, of stillness over her, and with every one of them, her fear that she had read Hilde wrong grew.
***
Why the hell can't I write any farther?
Maybe because I don't even know if I want a lemon or just making out. I doubt they'd stay not found much longer; heero's about to realize that they didn't leave the grounds and he'll make his men search more thoroughly.
Think I can be cruel enough to make him arrive just in time to witness the girls going at it? XD though... he IS a guy. He'd probably like it. XDDDD
http://www.livejournal.com/users/askerian/89535.html#cutid1
(be warned, Relena has acquired a severe case of thought diarrhea here. ~_~)
Maybe all that cold water was giving her a fever.
Agent Schbeiker was as far to a hero of romance novels as it was feasible. For one thing, she may be athletic and daring, but she was clearly female, no mistake possible. Relena could feel her small, hard breasts pressing against hers. Hers were bigger, she noticed, but it didn't give her the feeling of superiority she had gotten when Dorothy and her had measured their chests back at school and she had won. No, the feeling was quite clearly of another kind.
Agent Schbeiker wasn't manly. She was boyish at the most, though only, Relena remembered, when she was wearing her uniform, or, like now, camo pants and a tanktop. The rest of the time she was casually tomboyish, with small details like her beret to give a feminine touch. She was not a tall, virile hunk --thank god, because that would have made her a female Rashid and as superficial as it was, the mental picture was quite horrifying; Relena liked slim and wiry better than large and beefy anyway.
She had believed for so long that she liked slim, wiry MEN, and Hilde was a girl, so of course when they had met again, when Hilde had been assigned to her security a few months ago, and had started to flirt, she had flirted back, but only in jest.
It was surprisingly easy to flirt with Hilde Schbeiker, jesting or not. It was easy to do everything with her, really; laugh and talk about politics and ideals. She was a lot more down to earth than Relena was, and sometimes the politician needed that, needed to be reminded that not everyone saw freedom of the individual and social responsibility as concepts to be debated about, but as real matters with applications in the real world. But she cared about who was in charge and how the laws were changed, too.
It was easy to start talking with her, start asking for her opinion, start letting her pull her away from her office for lunch when she had planned of grabbing a sandwich and working through lunch hour. It was easy to tease and be teased, to share laughter and confidences.
It was like having a best friend. Except none of her girl friends treated her with that mix of respect and ...equality, and that fierce protectiveness. Except that none of her girl friends looked at her with these eyes, as if yes, she was flirting jokingly, but no, it wasn't a joke at all.
Well, there had been Dorothy, she reflected. But Dorothy took as much pleasure in talking with her than in honestly frustrating her. When they argued, often it was as if Catalonia couldn't decide between pulling her close and doing various sort of wicked things to her, and patting her on the head like a small yappy poodle bringing back a stick and then dismissing her entirely. Dorothy was a friend, albeit a weird kind of friend, but if Relena relaxed ten minutes in her presence, she would be eaten alive, and not in the fun way.
Dorothy had been raised to be suave and womanly, and Relena had felt quite often that she only needed an occasion to offer to... experiment. But she had never been interested, because they had both been raised to be ladylike, and Relena didn't want another lady. She wanted a knight, a pirate. Someone who would steal her away, protect her, tease her, make her world spin out of control. Maybe it was outdated, and stupidly romantic, but it was what she had been dreaming of forever.
And she wouldn't find that with Heero Yuy. Heero was... well... boring. Too serious. Even sort of stuck up sometimes. And a worse workaholic than she was. Sure, when she had been meeting him during the war, hurried minutes of condensed feelings between two explosions, he had looked like he fit the list of things she was looking for, but that was only from afar. And squinting. Now that she saw him everyday, well, she still had some fondness for him, but he had lost all his mystery and gained lots of anal retentiveness.
That and she had done everything short of turning up naked in his bed, and he hadn't even NOTICED.
She was noticing Hilde's small, firm breasts against hers quite well. She wondered if the Preventer was noticing her heartbeat going crazy.
The bottom line was that Relena liked Hilde. A lot. But up until now, she hadn't been sure if Hilde liked her back. They flirted all the time, and Relena was pretty sure that it was real, but she wasn't a hundred percent certain. And the wondering and doubting was pretty exciting in its own right, so she had never actively tried to figure it out.
But that stunt with the gun trailing down her throat... Well, that was pretty suggestive. Freudian, even.
"Rel? Earth to Rel, come on Rel..."
She gasped, then turned bright red. How long had the other woman been trying to get her attention? She was peering at her quizzically, waving a hand in front of her face.
"Sorry," Relena whispered back. "Drool-- uhm, woolgathering." Oh god, why was the earth under her happy with turning to mud and seeping into her flimsy clothing when it could have swallowed her whole? No ambition at all.
Hilde muffled an unladylike snort against her shoulder, and Relena felt her heart jump again and warmth uncoil in her belly. She could feel the agent's warm breath through her damp nightdress, and fancied that she could even guess at the shape of her lips. She could have sworn Hilde was smiling... But then she always was.
"And what it is that's making you drool, princess?" Hilde whispered in her ear, laughter evident in her voice. Relena tensed her muscles, hoping that it would be enough to hold back the shiver she felt rising.
Apparently, it wasn't.
"... What is it, my Lady? Are you still thinking of that knight who was supposed to protect you from the rogues who would ruthlessly try to spirit you away? He couldn't even keep me away from you."
Once again, then gun was resting against the hollow of her throat. Hilde's voice had changed, shifted from pure laughter to... something else. Something a little darker. She bit her lip, not knowing what she was trying to keep from escaping. Her nervous laughter, or a moan of surprise and desire?
A few guards trampled past their hiding place, reminding her of the outside world. On the other side of the house, Heero was snapping out orders, visibly frustrated. The reminder should have broken the spell; it didn't. If any, it pulled the fantasy just a tiny step closer to reality.
"My knight will find you, and he'll have you hanged," she managed to reply with a sufficient dose of noble haughtiness. She hadn't intended to let nervousness slip out with it. It lent the whole strange scene yet another dose of reality.
"So then maybe I should ravish you right away, my fair Lady, and not wait for your fearsome white knight to interrupt us."
The tone, Relena reflected, was truly spot-on. Amusement, a pinch of mockery, underlined by perfect self-confidence.
"Maybe you should," she agreed in a wavering voice, breaking her role.
She didn't remember when she had closed her eyes, but she couldn't open them yet. She counted the seconds of silence, of stillness over her, and with every one of them, her fear that she had read Hilde wrong grew.
***
Why the hell can't I write any farther?
Maybe because I don't even know if I want a lemon or just making out. I doubt they'd stay not found much longer; heero's about to realize that they didn't leave the grounds and he'll make his men search more thoroughly.
Think I can be cruel enough to make him arrive just in time to witness the girls going at it? XD though... he IS a guy. He'd probably like it. XDDDD
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At which point I suspect Hilde would laugh hysterically, and even Relena would end up laughing. Then Heero would get grumpy, try to lecture them, Hilde would laugh harder (because I'm guessing this was all either a setup or a test of some sort on the security system) and Heero would sulk about how they're not taking this seriously and if it had been a REAL attack...and by that point, Relena would be in hysterics, too, because Heero's trying SO HARD not to stare at her open nightgown and Hilde's unzipped pants - cause even when making out, hands tend to travel! - and Heero's still blushing furiously while his mouth attempts to be all business-ey, and Hilde decides the only way to shut Heero up is to kiss Relena, at which point Heero would probably squeak and flee.
*snark*
Come'on, it's so much fun to torment Heero. He's so clueless.
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Bwahahahahaha. Heero Finds Out. That's payback for all the RFO, boy. Take it like a man. XD
good suggestions, thanks ^__^ that's helping with the ideas I had ^^
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Asuka, I wuv oo. That was beautifully put. And the rest... RAWR.
As for deciding whether it should be making out or a full lemon... well, wouldn't a full lemon start with making out anyways? (I'm being so subtle in my prodding for more... heh.)
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hm, you're right. I should just do like i did with my first lemon. Just have them making out... and making out... and... keep going...
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I think i'm going to have heero interrupt them. funnier that way. XD
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But yanno, that's just me....................... *evil little fangirl grin*
But yeah, ^^ I'd like to read more!