Chapter Summary: In which the final curtain falls and this story comes to an end.

A. N. Thanks so much for all of your patience and support over the last year. It's been a long and sometimes painful road to make it to this point, but now--finally--this story is complete. This story has given me more laughs and more tears than anything else I've ever written, and while I'm sad to see it ended I'm also extremely relieved. I'll be devoting my time now to finishing up all my unposted oneshots before moving on to officially resurrecting Numina.

Thanks for all the entertaining, insightful, and encouraging reviews and a special thanks for those wonderful people who supported me when I was thinking of just chucking this thing (you know who you are and I love you all for it).

Thanks for sticking around long enough to see this thing out, and I hope you enjoy the way I've chosen to end it--in a sense back where the story began. Kinda. Sorta. LOL It's all about the porno.

If I have managed to make you smile even once then this endeavor was a success.

Happy Reading!

Executive Orders
An Out of Control Sequel

by
Smarty Cat
smartycat9383yahoo.com

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Epilogue -- Afterglow
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The low constant drone of conversation mingled with the sharper clink of glassware as Wufei maneuvered his way through the crowd of well dressed people that thronged the reception hall. He met Heero's gaze from across the room and inclined his head briefly in acknowledgment, but Heero was not his current objective. She was.

Relena turned to him, a smile lighting her face when he gently gripped her elbow. She excused herself from the group of delegates around her with polite and apologetic murmurs and waved at them as she walked away on the arm of the Preventer officer.

"You look awfully smug," she drawled wryly as Wufei swung her out onto the dance floor.

"Just admiring a job well done," he smirked back at her. "You're even going to get that sappy romantic television special that you wanted."

She frowned at him, but laughter still sparkled in her eyes. "I'm not sure it was worth all the trouble." She stepped closer to him as they twirled between the other dancers, resting her head on his shoulder. "It's difficult to admit how stupid and blind we all were."

"Speak for yourself, woman," he shot back, spinning them with practiced grace across the floor.

"Heero and I then," she mumbled into his jacket.

"Was it worth it?" he asked quietly, and she pulled back to stare into his serious dark eyes.

Her brow furrowed as her gaze strayed unconsciously to the two rings adorning her left hand, and she glanced down at her simple pale pink gown. A much darker pink stain spread across her cheeks.

"Yes, yes it was!" she responded in a breathless rush, clinging to him tightly as he dipped and pulled her back upright.

He frowned at her. "I expected better from you. You're groping . . . for words," he finished with a teasingly malicious glint in his eyes as she staggered away from him, staring bewilderedly from her hands to his body. "Were you afraid I was referring to something else?"

Relena glared at him as he laughed quietly at her discomfort. She stepped forward, white skirts swishing around both their legs, putting herself toe to toe and nose to nose with him as she hissed, "I'm oversexed, Wufei. You should know that. You've certainly implied it enough even when you haven't said it outright. And all this ceremony is delaying my honeymoon!"

"Leave then," he replied calmly, pulling her back into the steps of the dance as curious gazes settled on their still, confrontational forms among a sea of graceful movement. "You just have to run away like Sally and I did and forget all those silly little obligations you leave behind. And don't worry, they'll be waiting for you when you get back."

Her eyes narrowed. "I still haven't forgiven you for that. 'Last minute travel preparations,' huh? Do you make it a habit to shoot people before reserving your plane tickets?"

"No," he replied with great solemnity. "I always get the tickets in advance."

She grumbled wordlessly at him, and he laughed.

"Just leave, Darlian. It's your day, not dance-with-a-diplomat-because-you-feel-obligated-to day. They already get the other three hundred sixty four."

"It wouldn't be proper."

"Nothing about any of this has been proper. Why start now? And once upon a time the newlyweds left directly after the ceremony. The reception can party just fine without you, and everyone already knows what you're going off to do."

"You disgust me."

"Except when it's to your convenience to have me around and use me," he agreed cheerfully. "If you're going to be so insistent on propriety, however . . . I haven't received my kiss from the bride yet."

She flushed and averted her eyes, her fingers tightening on his hand. "That's hardly my fault. You've had plenty of chances."

He chuckled, slowing their movements to a gentle sway. "You were never married before. I did not once take advantage of you or your honor . . . even when you threw yourself at me."

"So it's okay now that I'm a married woman?! Wufei, you're a--" she began, but he pressed his finger over her mouth.

"Now, however, it's only fair to see what I've been missing."

Her eyes drifted closed of their own accord as he leaned down and gently, chastely brushed his lips across hers.

"Tradition?" she asked very softly when he pulled away.

"Tradition," he agreed, smiling at her beatifically.

"Because you just started the office betting pool going again," she added wryly, inclining her head at the ring of wide-eyed watchers surrounding them, some armed with notepads and calculators.

His eyes softened into soulful, limpid black pools as he clutched her hands to his tuxedo clad heart. "They were so disappointed when you announced your engagement and they discovered I was already married. I can't bear to see them with nothing left to believe in, nothing to speculate on. It would be unjust," he responded mournfully. His eyes flicked over her shoulder to where a stern, impassive Heero approached with a giggling and very pregnant Sally draped on his arm as he added with a devilish smirk, "Just making life interesting."

The Preventer staff looked from one mismatched couple to another, confusion evident on their faces and eager speculation lightening their eyes.

"You are evil," Relena muttered to her dance partner and former bodyguard.

"Of course," he responded, slipping his hand into his jacket pocket. "Just wait until you see what I got you as a wedding gift."

Relena glanced down at the two plainly packaged videodisks he pressed into her heads. She blinked, suspicion curling through her mind, and her lips trembled as she raised them slowly and deciphered the small type on the plastic cases.

Call Me Queen Volume 2: Enter the Dragon and Call Me Queen Volume 25: Phoenix Rising.

"Something old and something new," he taunted her under his breath. "Though I think you'll like the latest one better than the second."

Her shoulders began to shake and tears filled her eyes as she grabbed his tie and jerked his mouth to hers. She kissed him resoundingly, peals of laughter bubbling in her throat as delighted tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Here's to the memories. I love you, Wufei," she managed to gasp between giggles and whirled around, pulling Sally into a hug and pressing her lips to the other woman's cheeks. "I love you too."

Then she turned to where her brand new and somewhat uncertain husband awkwardly stood, flanked by a ring of gawking onlookers. She raised her skirt with one hand as she walked toward him, effectively concealing the disks from the crowd, and placed her free hand over Heero's heart. "But not like I love you. Never like I love you," she whispered with a smile, hooking her fingers in his jacket and pulling him to her.

Cheers erupted from the now thoroughly confused crowd as the Vice Foreign Minister kissed her new husband quite passionately. Flashbulbs with off in a cascading strobe light as members of the press jockeyed fiercely for the best shot of this modern romantic fairytale while several audience members eyed their significant others with significant interest as Relena's hands slipped into Heero's back pockets. His hands curled around her hips through the thick layers of her wedding gown, and he lifted her against him.

"What an obscene display," Wufei muttered, encircling Sally with his arms and possessively stroking her rounded belly.

She hummed in agreement and rubbed her head against his shoulder, lightly kissing his neck. "They'll make perfect godparents."

And somewhere across the room a certain escort service card toting female diplomat looked with on with jealous eyes as the eager masses parted to allow Heero to walk rather unsteadily for the door, his bride still clinging to his front and showering kisses across every inch of skin she could reach. Then a glass fell from nerveless fingers quite close to her, shattering on the floor and dousing her carefully chosen and very expensive dress with champagne. She glared coldly at the young bespectacled blond man who had flung himself on his knees and was pawing at the spreading stain with a napkin while babbling apologies.

She tangled her fingers in his hair and jerked his head up, staring down into his startled eyes with the same predatory gaze he recalled on Relena. "Come with me, boy. You are going to pay for that, and I am going to take it out of your hide."

And poor Benjamin Kyle Johnson did not know whether to rejoice or to cry.