A/N This story was previously published, but due to several violation emails, that I now believe to have been spam...I am reposting. Thank you for the the support. Enjoy.

Chapter 1

This is completely separate from my other CURRENTLY POSTED GW stories. However, this could be the start of another story coming up. I haven't decided yet. ;-) It's something that just came to me and I wanted to explore it. *Time jumps*, *scenes from a "peaceful" existence*,

*OOC moments.* Romance, angst, love, fun, realness...you know, the regular rollercoaster of life.

Rated M for everything that implies. Lemon(s) *lots of sexy time...LOTS* You've been warned. Bruhaha!

I own nothing of the GW universe. I just wish I lived there. I wanna be apart of their posse. Haha! #TeamGundamWing

A/N This story has a LOT of "love". You have been warned. Haha! ;-) I promise Im building to something, the first several chapters are my foundation. They have been so disciplined and controlled for so many years, they have a LOT of time to make up for...and they are doing exactly that. I will be working in the other characters slowly and it will all come together as this story will ultimately be the first part of another story I will be writing. Enjoy GW friends!

The ominous sky stretched for miles, the wind howling like a lone wolf. The rumbling thunder accompanied a spectacular light show as rain poured like angel's tears against the fleeting light of day.

The age-old mansion stood like an architectural memorial to history, solid and unshakable amidst mother nature's fury.

The steadfast structure reflecting the sentiments of it's two occupants.

Impervious to the maelstrom outside...two lovers, hearts and bodies came together as one...a dance they had perfected over time.

Their path had not been an easy one...born into war, animosity and constantly surrounded by death. Both battled the atrocities of humanity in very different ways. A harbinger of death and a beacon of hope for mankind.

A bloodsoaked soul and a pure dove of peace.

Flashback

The plague on her mind for 3 long years...where was he and was he even still alive?

In a rare moment, she'd receive a reprieve...like a spirit haunting his earthly charge, he would emerge from the shadows. Yet, he would disappear just as rapidly as he had materialized.

Naturally, he never forgot her birthday, which was as wonderful as it was frustrating.

The morning of her 19th birthday, appeared as any normal day. She charged into her office, ready to tackle the day, but then froze in her tracks. Her eyes grew wide as they locked onto the same pair of Prussian blue eyes that haunted her dreams. Heero and Une had been awaiting her arrival. Naturally, that was the day she had indulged in a cheese Danish. Quickly remembering the buttery pastry was caught between her lips as she had just taken a bite as she proceeded through her office door. Fate clearly had a sense of humor, she screamed in her mind. She stared at the gorgeous man who occupied more of her thoughts than she cared to admit. As she hastily removed the flaky culprit, she swore she saw a smirk on Heero's lips...but she would never be sure. Relena's birthday present that year...the gift of Heero Yuy...becoming the head of her private security.

Heero watched as the blond woman, who gave his life purpose was turning red. His mind drifting as he found himself momentarily jealous of the breakfast pastry surrounded by her pink supple lips. Internally he scolded himself at how easily his otherwise disciplined mind fell so quickly into the gutter. Before it could drift any deeper into depravity, he did what he did best, he shoved it down and locked it away. He was here for a job,to keep her safe, nothing more, nothing less.

Whether next to her or watching from the shadows, he had always protected her with his life. Now he stood by her physically, yet still closed himself emotionally. He convinced himself that he could look, but not touch. He decided that protection was the best someone like him could offer her. He truly believed he would be the only one drowning in the desires that he still didn't fully comprehend. He had accepted the deceit of his inner demons...that the blood on his hands would leave an irrevocable stain on the ivory of her wings.

For Relena, the first 6 months of their new arrangement was spent in a kind of tentative fear. She was certain she was dreaming and she would awaken one day to find him gone.

The next 6 months were expended in shock and elation that he was in fact still with her. The following 6 months were actually enjoyed as she found herself falling into a comfortable routine with him. However, the last 6 months were just...frustrating mentally, physically and hormonally.

Heero at her side, day in and day out was both heaven and hell. While it calmed her soul to know that he was alive and well...it equally heightened her want and need for him in other ways than just protecting her person.

She was no fool, part of her job was reading body language. Despite the perfect soldier's best efforts, she knew he had feelings for her. You didn't spend every waking minute with a person and not become aware of certain things. Unfortunately, she also knew him to be the most disciplined and stubborn individual in all of the universe.

She had just turned 21, they had been dancing around each other for 2 years...5 total if you counted the years that he wandered the universe. She decided she'd had enough...she was still a virgin and she was ready to change that fact. She was not attracted to anyone else, despite her best efforts. Besides, she didn't care to lose her virginity with just anyone. She wanted to give it to the man that fought for her as well as her ideals, the man that would die for her...the man that had her heart. Her frustration with the situation was reaching its apex.

Par for the course it had been another chaotic day for the Vice Foreign Minister and her bodyguard. Her meetings seemed endless as he scanned every inch of their surroundings...as well as every inch of her person. Always the stoic and perfect soldier, his face never betrayed him.

The normally peaceful dove appeared agitated. This did not go unnoticed by Heero's razor sharp attention to detail...although, he was perplexed as to the reason of her agitation.

He did know that she was distant and appeared to become more so with every passing moment.

Finally the completion of the incessant work day had arrived. He was painfully aware of the fact that Relena stood on the opposite side of the elevator. She also sat as far away as she physically could on their car ride home.

Furthermore, she didn't accept his hand when he extended it to help her out of the car.

His confusion and frustration were now being eclipsed by the first inklings of anger.

When she side-stepped him, on her way into the house, he found himself slamming the door.

"Heero! I would appreciate it if you didn't break my front door." She nearly hissed.

"If breaking the door gets your attention then so be it. What's wrong Relena?" He growled.

His question seemed to catch her off guard as an array of emotions flit across her face.

She looked at him as she screamed..."Oh, you know! After all of this time, I know you know perfectly well Heero Yuy! I know you feel it! This sexual tension between us! Why can't you admit how you feel?! How long do I have to wait!? A man goes after what he wants and I know you want me!" She pointed her index finger toward him as if she were wielding a knife. "I also know this tension is too much to endure any longer!" She seemed to find her composure as the last sentence passed her lips. Regardless, she was pissed and fed up and didn't particularly care to expend the time and energy to feeling embarrassed at the moment. An exasperated and humorless laugh escaped her lips as she turned and stormed up the stairs.

Heero was more than a little caught off guard by her outburst. He was accustomed to witnessing her controlled outbursts in her meetings. However this...this was raw and wild. Amidst her tirade, he had found himself trapped by the pleading desperation in the depths of her ocean blue orbs. It was like being punched in the gut, it made his heart stop for a split second.

As he watched her ascend the stairs his heart started to race as a terrifying thought flooded his mind.

Why did it feel as if he was watching her walk out of his life?

He was instantly overwhelmed with a pain that was far worse than any wound or torture he'd ever received. The sudden fear he was experiencing in that moment would have brought a lesser man to his knees. Watching her retreating form was the catalyst that had all the pieces falling into place within his heart.

As if a fog had lifted, the wall that he had so carefully erected over the years, all in the name of protecting her...irrevocably crumbled.

Without thought, his feet were carrying him up the stairs, following after her as if a string was pulling him behind her.

His inner dialog was one of beratement. She was the only person that made his life worth living. He had believed his feelings were one sided...he had to believe that. He was so hell bent on protecting her, that also meant protecting her from himself. Did he really think he knew what was best for her? Yes, of course he did! After-all, that had been his job to know what was best for her...wasn't it?

Shaking his head, he realized none of that mattered now. He felt the crushing fear that he was on the verge of losing her. If he lost her, he lost...everything.

These last two years, being in her company, only proved how strong his feelings truly were for her. It had also been the ultimate test of his willpower, but as long as she was safe he could continue on. She was a private person, he was as well, but now standing at her closed bedroom door...it was forcing him to realize the small things he had so vehemently ignored. With the fog lifted it all became so excruciatingly clear. The way her beautiful eyes held him captive with such intensity. How she would linger when their hands touched. The way her whole body trembled when he held her while dancing. Her insistence of him always being the one to accompany her to the balls, dinners and galas. The fact that he was always flattered, confused and yet relieved when she requested him as her escort. She had so many suitors...the thought of other suitors always made him want to make every single one of them disappear. He equally couldn't stand when the lecherous old men she worked with looked at her inappropriately. His blood boiled at the thought of someone else touching her...his...woman. The thought came to his mind so organically it would have been frightening...if it didn't feel so damn...right.

As he stood at her door, he felt that he finally understood what Duo meant about being a broken man in the face of love.

Love...is that what this feeling is?

He knew the answer...but could he be too late? She had given him so many years...what if it was too late? His mind screamed.

His hand slightly shaking as he knocked.

"Relena...please..." His voice sounded foreign to his own ears.

After several seconds, that might as well have been an eternity, she opened the door.

"Heero, I don't..." She stopped mid sentence when she realized he was on his knees, hanging his head.

She didn't have time to question him or even process the scene before her.

He was hugging her waist like a drowning man clutching to a life preserver.

"Heero?"

A small part of her was frightened that he might be having a stroke.

"Relena...do...you really care for me...that much? His voice cracking through the question.

Pulling his hands from her waist and grasping them in her smaller ones, she knelt down.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself...

"Heero, the day I found you on the beach didn't just change my life. You moved into my heart and that is where you have remained ever since. My affection for you grows every moment. While being near you everyday is wonderful, it's also torture not to have...all of you." Her voice had lowered into a barely audible whisper on the last part. Her previously ignored embarrassment now hitting her full force.

Her head was aimed downward as her cheeks blushed furiously at her heartfelt proclamation. She had always wanted to say the words, but she had protected them within her heart for so long...and now she just couldn't seem to hide it any longer.

The confirmation that his feelings were not one-sided hit him with all the finesse of a ton of bricks being dumped on his head. He felt fear...fear of losing her.

Following his emotions, he gently guided her to look at him. Prussian blue locked with ocean blue, time seemed to slow as his lips met her's with a softness she hadn't been aware he possessed.

Every unspoken word and previously unrequited emotion seemed to be poured into that one kiss.

The kiss deepened as she moaned into his mouth. In that moment her instincts took over as she quickly pulled him up and into her room.

She might have been a virgin, but you didn't have friends like Dorothy, Hildi and Cathy and not become aware of a few things. Things she had longed to experience...with this man.

She had waited so long for this. Her body was on fire. She needed him more than she needed air.

She pushed his leather jacket off of his broad shoulders letting it fall. She ripped open his dress shirt, not giving a damn that the buttons scattered to the four corners of her room. She needed him, every part of him. Her hands made quick work of undoing his belt and pants, sliding them down along with his boxers in one smooth motion as he kicked them across the room. She broke their kiss and stepped back to appreciate the Adonis standing before her. Tall, lean and sculpted muscles that made her want to lick every inch of him. No longer a boy, but a full grown man and his massive member had not been neglected in the growth department. She found herself momentarily wondering how he would fit? In that same moment she realized she was insanely wet. He looked better than even her naughtiest dream.

His eyes showed need and something more, it stoked the flame deep within her that theatened to burn her alive.

She backed up to the bed and for every step backward, he took a step forward...their eyes never leaving each other. He watched as she removed her blouse and unzipped her skirt letting them fall to the floor. She unhooked her bra and dropped it, revealing her ample creamy bosom, her pink nipples hardening as the air kissed them. She slid her now soaked panties over her slim hips and down her milky legs...legs he wanted wrapped around him. Her golden hair was flowing around her as if it were alive...caressing her face, shoulders and breasts. Her eyes were shining with so much love, trust and need.

Heero had never laid eyes on such beauty. His fantasies paled in comparison to the Goddess come to life before him. This angel who saved him in every possible way...she wanted him...she needed him. In his bare state he couldn't hide his need. He had no desire to hide it, he had hidden it for too long.

"Touch me Heero." She whispered.

Closing the distance between them,

he claimed her mouth. His hands cupped her breasts, appreciating how they fit perfectly in his large calloused hands. Trailing his kisses down her neck, moving one hand to her flat stomach while taking a pert nipple into his mouth. His free hand still teasing her other nipple. He reveled in the sounds of sheer delight escaping from her swollen pink lips. Finding her heat, he lightly touched her, relishing the way her entire body quivered at his touch. Dipping one finger inside, she almost screamed in pleasure at the sensation. As he slipped in another, her head fell onto his chest and she grabbed onto his shoulders to remain upright.

She couldn't believe this was finally happening. She had wanted this, needed this, dreamed about this and now...it was real.

Her mind was reeling.

How did he know how to do this to her? Her body reacted so completely to him. She needed more.

The urgency of that thought had her halting his ministrations and pulling his hand away. She grabbed his face giving him such an intense kiss she swore he looked dazed when she pulled away. She grasped his throbbing member and caressed it, enjoying the strangled groan coming from her perfect soldier.

Locking eyes with him, she slowly sat back on the bed in front of him and opened her legs.

"Heero, I need you."

The look in her eyes answered all unspoken questions.

He hovered over her, his weeping head ready at her entrance.

Seizing her lips in a passionately possessive kiss, he moved slowly, pushing past her barrier that declared him as her first. In that moment he knew, he intended to be her first and last. There was no more denying it, this is where he belonged...with her.

He noticed the pain splash across her features as he stilled his movements and kissed away her tears. As the pain subsided she started to rock her hips. Heero followed her lead and before long he was thrusting into her with an animalistic need. Her approval and undoing announced by the screaming of his name and claw marks on his back.

Finally being one with Heero... having him inside of her far exceeded even her wildest fantasy. He filled her so completely, so perfectly. The pain of her broken innocence was quickly forgotten compared to the unadulterated pleasure he created throughout her entire being. She knew one time wouldn't be enough, she knew it would never be enough. Every thrust was better than the last and had her breaking any and all composure. One hit and she was hooked...hopelessly addicted. She finally had him and she was not letting him go.

That night he had taken her more than once...she was ecstatic to know he equally couldn't get enough of her. She let him know the feeling was mutual as she woke him with a little morning fellatio...she refused to let his morning desire go to waste.

He almost lost himself to the unreal sensations she was providing with just her mouth, but he wanted more, he needed more...he needed to be one with her again. He took her in the shower for so long, the once scalding water had turned cold...they hardly noticed. They were like magnets and they were making up for lost time.

Everything had changed that night.

The walls came down and there was no turning back.

For the first time in her career the Vice Foreign Minister was very late for work, and for the first time in her life...she didn't give a damn. Her heart was whole, it was a new day and the start of a new chapter in both of their lives.

He had moved into her bedroom that night and they celebrated in their bed. They were engaged in a month and married 2 months later. A development that was hasty to outsiders, but to those in the know, it was long overdue, they had already wasted far too much time.

End of flashback

Tonight was their 2 year anniversary.

With all of their travels, staying at home locked away from the world was how they preferred to celebrate. Any chance to be away from prying eyes was always welcome.

Shortly after they had married, Relena discovered yet another talent of her husband...Heero was quite the accomplished cook. He enjoyed seeing her eagerly devour his culinary offerings.

This year he had surprised her by making her favorite dessert of chocolate lava cake.

They made good use of the extra lava chocolate sauce...in the bedroom.

They were still addicted to each other.

As the storm screamed on, Heero made his wife scream in ecstasy.

And just like that monumental night over 2 years ago, this night would forever change their lives.

Okay, you know I had to give y'all some immediate gratification in lemon flavor! Haha!

#StayTuned

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