Title: Coffee, Tea or Me? Author: Viper (nicksviper@mediaone.net) Archiving: Coming Undone, my site. If you want it, just ask! :) Category: PWP, lemon, a bit OOC Pairing: 9x6 Disclaimer: I do not own GW or the characters, etc., etc. This is for fun not profit. Don't hurt me. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: language, a bit of shooting Notes: some Zechs mocking Feedback: Yes, please! Public or private. They were sitting in his office, going over plans and strategies, when he asked a question. "Would you like more coffee, Noin?" Who would've thought that one simple question could set off such an explosion? Not that it hadn't been building up for quite a while. But she was a soldier, she was calm, and she was in control. At least she was until he asked that question in that typical, smooth, smug, Zechs voice of his, and something just snapped. She stared at him. "Coffee? Coffee??! Coffee???" Her voice rose in volume with each repetition. Zechs allowed one eyebrow to raise slightly as he looked at her. "Yes, Noin, coffee. Would you like more?" He slowed down his speech, enunciating each word as if speaking to a small, slow-witted child. He shouldn't have done that. Noin proceeded to emit a noise that sounded remarkably like a growl. She ground her teeth and heard, in her mind, the tearing of the last few threads of her very frayed sanity and patience. She took a step towards Zechs, who instinctively stepped back. He wasn't sure what was causing the look in her eyes, but he thought it best to remain at a safe distance. "No, Zechs, I do not want more coffee. Do you want to know what I want? Do you really, truly, honestly want to know what I want?" She was steadily advancing towards him, the manic gleam in her eyes increasing with every step. Zechs was confused, and more than a little frightened. He gulped, and continued to back away until his back met with a solid obstacle. Thinking quickly, and remembering that Noin was a soldier trained to kill, he reached behind him, turned the doorknob and fled into his private rooms. Noin took off in hot pursuit, letting out a warrior-like yell as she did. Zechs managed to reach his bedroom, slammed the door closed, and locked it. He sat on a bench at the foot of the bed, and tried to catch his breath. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his brain was struggling to understand what was happening. Something was wrong with Noin, that much was clear. Had she been drugged or hypnotized by the enemy? Who was the enemy today anyway? He got a bit confused sometimes and had to spend a few days in a quiet room, watching cartoons and eating pocky, until it all cleared up for him. His reverie was rudely interrupted by the sound of gunfire. He ducked behind the bed, and peered over the edge in horror to see the lock on the door being shot through. The door flew open, and slammed into the wall. Breathing heavily, Noin advanced into the room, tossing her gun to the floor. Zechs let out a timid "Meep," as he shivered in fear. "Wha...wha....what do you want, Noin?" With a feral grin on her face, she walked over to him. She helped him to his feet, and ran her hands slowly over his uniform jacket. She looked him in the eye. "What I want, Zechs......is this," and with one smooth movement, she ripped the jacket open to expose his flesh. Buttons rained down on the floor and onto the furniture. She lifted him up by the lapels and flung him backward onto the bed. Zechs' eyes widened, but he was incapable of speech. He was still afraid but there were other emotions beginning to surface as well. Noin climbed on top of him, settling herself atop his abdomen. Still smiling she ran her hands over the bare skin of his chest, pushing the jacket off more, and making a noise deep in her throat. She grabbed his arms, raised them over his head, and pinned them to the mattress. "What I want Zechs, what I've always wanted, is you," she announced, lowering herself. As her lips claimed his, Zechs' whimper of protest turned into a moan of pleasure. He opened his mouth to allow her tongue to enter and find his. It was a rough kiss, demanding surrender, and letting free all the passion she'd stuffed inside for so many years. Zechs' mind emptied of all thoughts save one: He wanted her. She broke the kiss, leaving him gasping and reaching for her. He fumbled with the buttons on her jacket, and she laughed and smacked his hands away. She ripped the buttons off of her jacket just as she'd done to his, and threw the jacket on the floor. Pausing only to leave Zechs' senses reeling with another powerful kiss, she took only a few precious seconds to strip them both of boots and trousers. Zechs struggled to sit up, and reached for her again, blue eyes cloudy with passion. She narrowed her eyes and tackled him to the bed again. "I don't think so. This is my moment, Zechsy baby, and you're going to do what I say. I'm tired of playing second best to you." She ran her hands down his body and traced the path of the hair on his belly to the waistband of his trousers. She continued, "I helped you look better at the academy, I helped you in battle, I babysat your whiny sister. I could go on for hours. All of it, I did for you. Hoping that you'd notice me." She slowly raked her nails down his chest, causing more whimpers as Zechs closed his eyes in pleasure. "And you did notice me. As a fellow soldier, as a comrade, maybe even a friend. But never as a woman. Well, you know what? I am a woman. And I have needs. One of those needs is to have you naked, sweaty, and screaming my name as I fuck your brains out." Zechs' eyes flew open and he stared at her. Who was this woman? Where was the passive, nice, do-anything-he-wanted Noin? He thought for a moment. He liked this one better. And he liked the thought of being naked, sweaty and screaming her name as she...did she really say 'fuck his brains out?' He closed his eyes again in delicious anticipation. Then there were no more thoughts as she slid off to lie beside him. Her hand was stroking him, alternating soft caresses with hard, firm grips and he was going slowly mad. Her mouth was on his neck, biting, sucking, and kissing. Instinct took over, and he rolled on top of her, taking her mouth with his, letting passion and need guide him. His hands roamed her body and found wonderfully soft skin slick with sweat. He teased a nipple into hardness and savored the moan it brought forth from Noin. She rolled him over once again, laying on top of him as they battled with mouths and hands. He slipped a finger inside of her, nearly taking himself over the edge as he found her moist and hot. Struggling to breathe, he stroked her and teased her until she screamed out his name as the force of the orgasm hit her. He swallowed her scream with a kiss, then moved his mouth down to one wonderfully sweet breast. He forced his eyes open and saw her with her head thrown back in wild abandon, lips open slightly. Gods, she was beautiful. How could he have not seen that before? She saw him looking at her, and smiled back. "More," she whispered, moving to kiss him once again. She slid down his body slightly and kissed his aching erection. Sliding her tongue over it, she teased him with feather-light licks before taking it fully in her mouth. He'd never felt so much at one time before, and could do no more than writhe and moan with the pleasure of it all. Her mouth felt so wonderful as she moved up and down, teasing with her tongue, lightly scraping with her teeth, finding the sweet spot right....oh...right there. He was almost gone when she pulled away. He whimpered for release as he reached for her. "What do you want Zechs?" she asked, still running her hands all over his body, discovering, enjoying. "You...now...please..." he managed to moan. Smiling, she kissed the spot in the hollow of his throat, and watched the emotions play on his face. Moving on top of him again, she lowered herself slowly onto his hard shaft. His hands moved to hold her, running over her bottom, and gripping firmly. She moved her hands over his chest, loving the firmness of it. Slowly, they began to move together. His hands trailed down her legs and back up again. He reached between her legs to stroke her as they quickened their pace. Noin went first, letting the wave of pleasure wash over her again, and crying out. Seconds later, Zechs found himself exploding almost into unconsciousness as he screamed Noin's name and shuddered with the joy of it. After a few minutes of needed recovery time, Noin rolled off and onto her back. She pulled Zechs with her and cradled his head onto her chest. He wrapped his arms around her and snuggled closer. "Zechs?" "Mmmm....yes dear?" "I could use that coffee now." He laughed and rose up on one arm to look at her. She was smiling but nodded her head towards the other room. He sighed as he grinned, "Yes, dear." He stretched as he sat up, and Noin watched that lovely mane of platinum hair cascade down his back. He turned to her and she took another look at his wonderfully mussed hair, broad chest and sleepy face. "Zechs?" "Yes, dear?" "Later." And she reached for him. "Yes, dear!"