"That's just the way she is, you know." Dorothy nonchalantly swept her hair aside. "The very image of innocent pacifism."
Hilde snorted. "Peace isn't innocent."
"No. My cousin died to prove that," Dorothy murmured with a quiet smile, her eyes still glued to the slight figure at the head table. "We cannot have true peace until we have known war."
"That was your philosophy too, wasn't it."
"Miss Relena never understood that." A small smile curled the corners of her lips and she tapped fingers to her lips. "One would have thought that a certain person would have disillusioned her by now."
Hilde sighed. "You know he won't do that. He's afraid she'd become angry with him."
"Or with Duo," Dorothy finished. Hilde raised an eyebrow in silent agreement. The woman always had been more perceptive than she'd ever let on. She didn't think she'd ever met a more complex person; Dorothy was a riddle in herself.
"It's becoming something of a problem," was all she said. "This crush � it's bordering on obsession, and while she's young enough for allowances to be made, her political position needs all her attention right now."
"Hm." Dorothy inclined her head, watching like a hawk as Relena's eyes once again drifted to the opposite side of the room, where Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell were standing at attention.
"She's started inviting him to official functions," Hilde pressed, "and you know she can't afford to be seen with him exclusively, even if he'd allow it."
"You may be right." Dorothy's eyes narrowed, then suddenly widened, grey sheening wickedly to silver. "Oh my � I believe I may have the solution, Miss Schbeiker�"
Hilde suppressed a groan, watching the other woman from the corner of her eye as she continued to scan the room. "What are you thinking now?"
Dorothy laughed lightly. "Just that it may be time for Miss Relena to have a little lesson on the� value of innocence, shall we say?"
"Oh no." Hilde swivelled slightly to get a better view of her partner. Dorothy's face was calm, but her eyes� "What are you planning, Doro?"
"I thought you and I might appoint ourselves to see that a certain someone learns how unrealistic dreams can be�" Dorothy tilted her head, looking at Hilde from the corner of her eye, and deliberately swiped her tongue across her lower lip so quickly that the gesture was barely noticeable.
Hilde's eyes went wide. "Oh my," she breathed, suddenly understanding the delicate nuances of what she was being invited to participate in. "You� and I?" And Miss Relena�? Oh, my�
***
Relena sighed, sending another longing glance in Heero's direction. Such a perfect gentleman; he had escorted her to her seat with his own hands before leaving to take up his position at the wall. Protecting her, of course; she smiled over at him before hastily turning back to the trade delegate opposite her who had just made a comment.
Still, she knew her attention was hardly on the dinner or her companions, as interesting as they were. Heero was just so� He was perfect. The perfect soldier, her white-armoured knight who had saved her life and would one day carry her off to the life she had dreamed of as a girl. Oh, they were young yet, she thought with a smile, already dreaming of the day when Milliardo would lead her up the aisle to her bridegroom, of the perfect night that would follow�
They were young yet, she repeated to herself. There was plenty of time, and as the Vice-Foreign Minister she couldn't be seen to rush into something so important as marriage. There would be time enough for courting in the years to come, and her only regret would be that her father would be unable to giver her away himself�
Lost in daydreams of bridal gowns and white roses, Relena scarcely noticed when a uniformed servant arrived to hover at her shoulder. She started violently when the elderly man cleared his throat gently, blushing furiously as her tablemates smiled patronisingly at her.
"Miss Relena, a note for you," the grey-haired man whispered softly, holding out a folded and sealed paper.
"Thank you." Relena nodded at him, taking the paper and fingering the blob of red wax into which the impression of a heart had been pressed; one of her private seals, she realised with a start. Tucking the note into her pocket with a secret smile, she flicked her eyes over to the only one who could have sent it. Heero was leaning against the wall at the side of the room, his head tilted slightly towards his partner, Duo Maxwell, who was saying something quiet. As she watched, Heero flashed the man a smile before returning to sweeping the room with his gaze. Relena's heart warmed; he was such a good friend to Duo, even allowing the other Preventer to share his apartment. Of course, that would have to change upon their marriage�
She didn't dare open the note until she was safely ensconced in her private suite, but when she did her heart almost beat right out of her chest. My dear Relena, it read, I will come to you tonight. Be ready. There was no signature, but then none was needed.
The paper fluttered slowly to the floor as Relena gasped in disbelieving joy. He had finally realised how much he needed her � loved her! And tonight, tonight they would consummate their union!
The gentle chime of the clock shocked her out of her romantic reverie with a gasp. "It's already midnight?" Whirling, she dashed for the bathroom and was relieved to see that her maid had already drawn her a bath, the automated tub keeping the temperature even for her. Shucking quickly out of her gown, Relena pulled the pins from her hair and settled into the perfumed water to make herself ready for her beloved.
It was almost one, and she was just running the brush through her hair one final time, when Relena heard soft sounds in the outer room of the suite. Eyes widening, she discarded her hairbrush on the night table and dashed to the bed, settling herself into the centre of the covers in what she hoped was a coy pose, one hand toying with the lacy neckline of her nightdress.
After a long, breathless moment, the door of her bedroom creaked slowly open. Relena's lips parted in a smile that turned to a puzzled frown as the figures framed in the doorway stepped forward into the light.
***
Hilde swallowed nervously as she watched the predatory smirk flowering on Dorothy's face at the sight of Relena. Her own eyes flicked to the girl on the bed, widening as she took in the deliberately provocative posture, a hopeless mix of innocence and desperation. She shook her head slightly as her eyes roamed over the girl; despite her reservations about Dorothy's plan, there was no denying that Relena was an attractive sight. The raw silk negligee clung in all the right places, accenting the gentle curves of breast and hip, the split hemline giving a tiny glimpse of thigh while the neckline dipped into tantalising shadows� Hilde licked her lips almost unconsciously.
Relena's eyes darted between them with confusion. "Dorothy? Hilde? What�?"
"Shh." Dorothy brought a finger to her lips, sauntering over to the bed and casually dropping the soft-sided case she had brought along at its foot. Hilde wasn't sure she really wanted to know what was in it, but she had accepted her part in this and would continue to play the game. Turning, she twisted the key in the lock and removed it, leaving it on a side table as she followed Dorothy over to the bed, the hem of the too-long borrowed robe swishing around her toes.
Dorothy had sat down on the bed beside Relena, still wearing that ever-so-slightly-scary smile.
"Miss Relena," she began in the deferential tone she customarily used around the other girl, "I'm afraid that there are� things you don't know, things you don't understand. Over the past few months we've come to the realisation that we need to help you with this; it's simply our duty as your friends to assist you in these matters."
"What? Dorothy, I don't understand." Relena was eyeing them both nervously as Hilde came around the bed to stand beside her.
"Yes, Miss Relena, I know." Dorothy smiled, reaching out with one hand to stroke the girl's cheek, then leaning forward quickly to capture her lips in a bruising kiss. After a shocked instant of immobility, Relena began to struggle, trying to push the other woman away, but Dorothy simply grabbed her wrists, pushing her to the bed with her arms extended above her. Hilde sprang into action, yanking the belt from her dressing gown and binding it about the Vice-Minister's wrists, weaving a complicated but secure knot that bound Relena's hands to the headboard. Unable even to draw breath to scream with her mouth trapped underneath Dorothy's, Relena struggled desperately, clutching at the slippery satin bindings, but was unable to fight free.
When Dorothy finally leaned back, licking her lips like a cat at the bottom of a bowl of cream, Relena inhaled sharply, opening her mouth to shriek for her hero to come and rescue her. Hastily, Hilde planted her hand over the girl's mouth, muffling her outraged cries.
Dorothy smiled lazily, trailing one hand down their captive's pale throat. "Now, Miss Relena, you really shouldn't struggle, you know. We won't harm you. Why, you might even enjoy yourself if you can just let go of the childish dreams that are holding you back. Now, am I going to have to gag you or will you stay quiet?"
Relena glared at the pair of them over the top of Hilde's hand, fury and betrayal in her eyes as she tried to shake her head.
Dorothy shrugged, "Very well," and reached for her case, extracting a thick blue satin scarf. Hilde used her free hand to lift Relena's head, and Dorothy slipped the gag into place, carefully folding it so as not to cause any undue pain. "You'll see, Miss Relena," she confided quietly. "A lot of people would find this very enjoyable." From her muffled but outraged voice, Hilde thought, Relena was not one of them. Shrugging, she took one leg while Dorothy bound the other � Relena fighting and trying to kick free all the while � and they bound her ankles to the footboard so that the girl was spread-eagled on the bed.
Stepping back to admire their work, Hilde and Dorothy exchanged a brief glance confirming the plan of attack they had worked out earlier in the blonde's chambers. With a slow nod, Dorothy released the tie of her own robe, letting the soft black silk part to reveal pale skin and proud jutting breasts, their nipples already flushed and erect. Hilde drew a sharp breath through her mouth, eyes drawn to the narrow triangle of almost-white hair between the other woman's thighs. Guess she is a natural blonde after all� She smirked, drawing closer and letting her dressing gown slide to the floor with a hiss of velvet over skin, shuddering at the feel of it.
"Well, Miss Relena," Dorothy murmured, climbing up to kneel at her captive's side on the bed. "Where shall we start?" Relena's eyes were somewhat panicked, Hilde noticed, but not as terrified as she had feared. It eased her conscience a little, however much the situation made knots of desire coil in her gut.
"How about� here?" Hilde settled herself on the other side of Relena's bound and still feebly struggling form, reaching out with one hand to trace fingertips down the gentle swell of a breast. The other woman's skin was soft and fine, as downy as peach fuzz, and she shuddered and stiffened as Hilde caressed her through the thin silk of her nightgown. Whether it was fear or arousal, Hilde could see the gradual tightening of flesh as nipples firmed and contracted; she moaned low in her throat, deliberately flicking her fingertips over them.
Dorothy laughed softly, one hand sweeping the soft fall of hair from Relena's eyes. "Or what about here?" Her other hand drifted to caress an ankle, sliding up the smooth expanse of Relena's leg beneath the thin silk covering. Relena bucked with a muffled shriek as Dorothy's pale hand slipped higher, tickling the delicate skin of her inner thigh. "Well, Miss Relena? Are you really as sweet as you make out?"
"I bet she is." Hilde smirked down at the outraged face of their prisoner, pinching one nipple between finger and thumb and twisting gently. The flush and gasp the manoeuvre elicited brought a chuckle to her lips. Taking hold of the flimsy lace neckline of the nightdress Relena still wore, Hilde stiffened her arms and pulled sharply, ripping a long tear that extended past the girl's navel. Silk fluttered and slipped away, baring long expanses of blood-flushed skin.
Dorothy gasped audibly, and Hilde smiled, feeling the first hints of wetness seeping between her thighs as she shifted. The blonde woman had always been deceptive, but Hilde had her own reasons for playing along this time.
"Beautiful," she murmured, leaning over to place a wet, sucking kiss on the swell of one breast. Relena was sweet, with just a hint of something exotic. Warm, and human� real. Fuck, was she really doing this? Banishing the last pathetic remnant of her scruples, Hilde moved her mouth to Relena's throat, dragging her lips over skin until she could swear the girl shuddered beneath her in startled pleasure� or was that merely that Dorothy's explorations had become bolder? Hilde sank her teeth into the join of neck and shoulder, nipping sharply and worrying at the skin, leaving visible evidence of her claiming.
Turning with a throaty laugh as Relena whimpered beneath her, she latched onto a nipple, suckling slowly as she watched Dorothy sliding both hands up Relena's thighs, pushing the rumpled silk of the nightgown aside, fingers sliding exquisitely slowly over the girl's soft brown pubic hair. Relena's shudder was now much more noticeable, and Dorothy laughed softly.
Laving the pink swell of the nipple with her tongue, Hilde paused to direct her gaze to her partner in crime. "Is she wet yet?"
Smirking, Dorothy raised one bifurcated eyebrow. "Are you, Miss Relena?" Her tongue peeked from between her teeth as her pale fingers reached down, parting the lips of Relena's sex and swiping gently within. There was a muffled moan from the body beneath them as the blonde brought her fingers out again, tongue darting out to lick the moisture from them. "Why, Miss Relena, anyone would think you were enjoying this!"
The girl was panting now, breathing hard around the gag as Dorothy slid wet fingers between her legs again, stroking gently. Her tiny whimpers sent shivers through Hilde, and licking her fingers she reached out, teasing the nipples of both breasts with small caresses as she watched Dorothy work. Her free hand slid between her own legs, dipping into wet heat and rubbing at her engorged clitoris.
Just as Relena began to tremble with the first seizures of orgasm, Dorothy pulled back, sitting up on her heels and slowly licking her fingers clean. Curious, Hilde paused in her ministrations to their victim, wondering what the blonde was about to do. The next moment her eyes rolled up in her head as Dorothy dove at her, pushing her sticky fingers aside and burying her face between Hilde's thighs.
Hilde arched her back, moaning in bliss as a rough tongue began swiping along her cleft, each stroke twirling around her clit and pushing her higher. Dorothy's lips pursed, sucking the tiny shaft into her mouth as two fingers pushed roughly inside Hilde, rotating against her inner walls. The combined stimulation was enough to drive her over the edge, and she came with a shuddering gasp, opening blurry eyes to stare down into Dorothy's satisfied face.
She looks like the cat that got the canary. Turning to Relena, Hilde smirked at the frustration she could read on their captive's face. Obviously she had decided that she did want this after all.
"You want some of that?" Wriggling around, Hilde took Dorothy's former place between Relena's spread legs, admiring the vision spread out before her. The girl's struggles had brought her nightdress sliding down to cover her again, and Hilde abruptly decided that the flimsy scrap of cloth was very much in the way. Sliding one finger down Relena's belly, she caught up the torn edge and pulled, ripping the material all the way down to the hemline so that it parted like a waterfall across the girl's flawless skin.
"That's better," she murmured, leaning forward to blow a soft puff of air across the triangle of damp brown curls before her. Relena jumped and shuddered, and Hilde took advantage of her surprise, using her fingers to spread the blood-flushed lips so that she could repeat Dorothy's trick, latching onto the thick stub of the bound woman's clitoris and sucking hard.
Hilde was absolutely certain that if it hadn't been for the gag, Relena would have screamed. As it was the noise that escaped was somewhere between a muffled shriek and a sob; just the reaction she had been looking for. Smiling around her slippery mouthful, she employed her tongue to good effect, flickering over the tip as she slid the first careful finger down Relena's slick crevice, finding her entrance.
Obviously the girl was one of the lucky ones; she didn't have much hymen, so this wouldn't hurt her too much. Pulling back with a wet sound, Hilde looked around, wondering where Dorothy had got to.
"Here." The blonde appeared from her left, holding out a slim piece of pale pink plastic with a few buttons and dials on the end. Hilde grinned wickedly.
"Vibe?"
"Triple speed." Dorothy returned her smirk, twisting a dial and filling the room with a soft buzzing noise. Hilde gasped, starting as the other woman brushed the humming toy across her nipple, sending a jolt of renewed sensation to her crotch.
"Ooh." Hilde shuffled back, giving Dorothy access to their prisoner. She grinned in delight as the blonde slid the very tip of the vibrator between the slick lips of Relena's sex, eliciting a muffled groan from the bound girl.
"Put it in her." Hilde changed position, moving so that she could lie half across Relena, bending to lap at her sweet juices as Dorothy slid the slim toy down, pushing gently at the entrance of Relena's body. Hilde watched avidly as the pink plastic was slowly swallowed by slippery flesh. Relena groaned beneath them as the hum of the vibrator became muffled, and with a sadistic grin Dorothy wobbled the toy, feeling for the inner pleasure spot. By Relena's shocked gasp, she found it.
The scent and taste of sex in the air was too much for Hilde; she stretched her neck, reaching down to lick at Relena's clitoris, rubbing it with her tongue as Dorothy picked up speed with the vibrator, pushing it in and out of Relena's body. The hum of the toy had a strange, almost Doppler effect on her ears, and Hilde found herself reaching out, sliding her fingers between Dorothy's thighs and rubbing hard, feeling the other woman's fluids trickling thickly down her wrist. Her free hand went between her own legs, pinching and rubbing, fingers slipping down to thrust inward, and she could feel it building, was almost there, she licked harder, rasping and curling her tongue, rubbing, god she was almost there, almost�
Relena came first, almost insensible under the dual stimulation, bucking and thrashing with jerking spasms as thin spurts of wetness hit Hilde's tongue. She could feel Dorothy shuddering with the wrenching shocks too as her release came, shaking her body with its force as the three of them rocked in the storm.
When she could breathe again, Hilde rolled off Relena, her fingers sliding free of Dorothy's collapsed body with a wet sound. "God."
"Mm." Dorothy heaved herself up to her knees, still trembling slightly, and crawled up the bed to sit by Relena's head. The girl had her eyes closed, breathing heavily around the gag, her body sheened with sweat.
"You see, Miss Relena?" Dorothy murmured in a satisfied sort of tone of voice. "Innocence, in the real world, doesn't mean much at all." Carefully, she reached around to untie the gag, then freed the girl's arms with a tug. "You have to open your eyes."
"Dorothy," the Vice-Foreign Minister murmured at last, opening clear blue eyes to stare guilelessly at her aide, "I know perfectly well that that's nothing but an excuse."
Dorothy merely smirked and licked her lips, twirling the small pink vibrator between the fingers of one hand. Hilde laughed rustily, pushing herself to her knees, but Relena moved, quick as a snake, and grabbed her around the waist.
"Not so fast, Miss Schbeiker," she murmured throatily, her fingers sliding down Hilde's back and across her hip, pushing between her legs. Hilde reared with a gasp, thrashing as slender digits flexed, brushing across still-sensitive flesh. "As you seem to have appointed yourselves my tutors� Just what else can you teach me?" She tugged at the bonds on her ankles, wincing.
Dorothy threw her head back, laughing with a faint silvery sound as Hilde wriggled and moaned in returning arousal, the tables abruptly turned. "How much would you like to learn, Miss Relena?"