Category: drama
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, or the setting. Just non-profit fanfiction.
Relena had been watching her for some time. Always, on these fancy dinners they were both required to attend, she would wear these pretty little skirts and blouses with lace, painted lips pursed in a coquettish way, as she batted her eyelashes at someone, shifted position as to present herself from a better angle, pretending that it was the chair getting uncomfortable. Relena knew better. Miss Catalonia never did anything without an ulterior motive.
Relena herself hated wearing those feminine outfits. She had to at work, of course. When she got home, it was a different matter. She preferred to dress in pair of loose fitting jeans and a plain shirt, hiding her feminine forms. Enough people were staring at her as it was, as the Vice Foreign Minister. Sometimes she liked to be herself.
She had waited for this opportunity. It was a charity event, the inauguration of a new school on one of the L2 colonies, a boarding school for war orphans. Dorothy, liking the flair of inaugurations had joined her. The main event was over and she had some time to stroll around in the complex, winding down, before the dinner come evening. She had carefully monitored Miss Catalonia’s movements, making sure that she was never too far away. Eventually, inevitably, they were alone, casually walking down a long hallway, pretending to look at the paintings on the wall. When the other woman turned towards her, Relena knew that she had her prey cornered, although none of her calm exterior showed it.
“Alone at last, wouldn’t you say, Miss Relena? Those bureaucratic types can be so stuffy sometimes.” She spun around one lap, making her wide, knee-length, yellow skirt fleet out around her like a sunflower, clasping her hands in front of her.
A few fast steps had Miss Catalonia pinned against the lockers to one side. Grasping a handful of her hair with one hand, the other pressed against the other girl’s chest, Relena glanced down at her slightly shorter friend, eyes half-lidded.
“Don’t you ever get tired of talking?”
Dorothy fluttered her lashes, her resounding laugh hiding that veiled challenge. “Now, you might want to think about this before you decide to follow through on that course of action. Come now, you know me, Miss Relena, you know what I want. I’d say that you fall eight or so inches short.”
Pushing her groin forwards, grinding against the other woman, Relena arched an eyebrow. “You think so, do you?”
Miss Catalonia’s eyes widened as she let out a delighted “Ohh!” squirming underneath the firm pressure of Relena’s body.
“Well now… You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”
“Mhmm,” Relena murmured, as she angled her slightly to the side, conquering Miss Catalonia’s mouth with her tongue, hands sliding down to cup generous hips, garnering all sorts of interesting little noises in response.
There was no finishing kissing Dorothy. There was always a promise of more to come, deeper pleasures, new heights to be reached. This was not enough.
Relena began steering Miss Catalonia sideways, to a doorway, fumbling with the handle. Together, they stumbled into the unisex bathroom, hands everywhere. There was a thump and a giggle as Miss Catalonia’s behind collided with the wash stand. Slipping her hands around the other girl’s thighs, in between her legs, Relena promptly lifted her friend onto the washstand, lifting the skirt. Oh that’s a naughty girl… Not wearing any panties on an official spectacle like this?
Miss Catalonia threw her head back, letting out a lustful sigh, hands closing on fistfuls of Relena’s hair, tugging slowly but firmly, so that her scalp strained in a rather pleasant manner.
“Show me… show me why they made you queen of the world. Conquer me like you conquered them!”
Relena fumbled with the zipper of her wide, navy blue suit pants. It was remarkable what some ironed creases in the right places and a long blouse could conceal. Especially if one knew how to sit properly, knees together like a good girl. Oh, such a good girl she was…
Sliding a thumb over Miss Catalonia’s cleft, the vice foreign minister was surprised to find it so moist already. Nevertheless, she experimentally pressed her digit inside, rewarded by a frustrated moan.
“I never would have thought, Miss Relena, that you were such a tease!”
Retracting her finger, grabbing Miss Catalonia’s wealth of hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her head back roughly, she smirked softly. “Hush, woman and spread your legs,” she retorted in a silky voice. The other woman obliged.
Positioning the head of the attachment at Miss Catalonia’s nether lips, she began leaning against her lover, letting herself slowly slip inside. The extended hiss she received was as rewarding as thought it has been her own flesh encased by the warm insides. The power, the enjoyment in being able to do this to someone else… the soft lips nibbling at her ear…. made her drive the rest of the way inside. Sharp teeth bit down on her earlobe and she grunted at the pain. She began slowly moving, shallow, rocking motions - no more was needed, the friction made sure of the rest.
“Oh yes… Oh yes!” Miss Catalonia supplied fervently as he rubbed against the front wall of the inner cavern, hands placed on the other woman’s hips to hold her in place. Although it was a piece of latex, the limb, smoothly attached to her, was like an extension of Relena’s own body. And Miss Catalonia… was oh so predictable. It’s too bad, Dorothy, that I know what makes you tick. You played your hand too soon. I will make you regret it.
Suddenly withdrawing, leaving a hissing, flushed blonde on the wash stand, divided eyebrows quirked in vexation, Relena promptly drew Miss Catalonia down, flipping her around, entering her again from the other direction. This time, she didn’t hold back, giving the other woman the depth and the pace she so craved. It was over before too long, Miss Catalonia heaped over the sink in an ungraceful position, buttocks bared, moonlight-coloured hair spilling all over the place. Satisfied with the panting, Relena grabbed a paper towel, wiping herself off, before buttoning up. She didn’t spare Dorothy a second glance as she left the bathroom, carefully styled hair-do in perfect shape, smoothing out the creases on her blouse.
THE END