My first oneshot series. For every time I've heard a song and immediately thought 'That could SO make a good fic!' (which is absurdly often) I decided to finally write some of them. Some angst, mostly fluff, all of them short and sweet. I hope you have as much fun reading as I do writing them. :)

Disclaimer: GW, as well as the songs mentioned here are not mine and are not profited from in any way.

"Then the beat comes and she's moving' on the dance floor, and I wonder what she's running from, oh, if it'll catch her."

The Beat ~ Ben Rector

Call and Answer

He would never understand why she enjoyed this place. It was dark and smoky and teeming with lewd individuals. He also suspected that it was crowded far beyond the fire marshal's parameters. Not to mention it was a major security breach just begging to happen. Places like this are a bodyguard's worst nightmare. Places like this are where young, attractive women like her go missing. Places like this are also where young, attractive women like her wear things like that and make young men like him lose the ability to do anything but stare.

And boy was he staring.

How did she get him to agree to this again?

She smiles at him, tugging on his arm, navigating their way to the center of the building.

Oh, right… With but one of those heart-stopping smiles, he is hers. She can talk him into doing anything, going anywhere. And he can do nothing but follow anywhere she leads…

She flashes him another smile, that smile, and a look that he's almost positive is meant to seduce him.

Anywhere but there. He just can't bring himself to follow her there. Something, some nameless part of him, always seems to keep him frozen in this stage of their relationship, this stagnant familiarity; frozen and unable to answer her call. Her invitation to come nearer and make her his. It's a call he needs and wants desperately to answer and they both know it. But not tonight. Tonight he is here as her escort and nothing more, and yet... Just being in this place is overwhelming and leaves him feeling disoriented, but being here with her…

As they make their way to the dance floor, he can feel it. Everything. The heat coming from the pulsating mass of writhing bodies. Sweat, slick and salty, glistening in the strobe lights with the gentle gyrations. Hair softly cascading across smooth shoulders, sticking to damp skin. The strong pulse of the speakers thrumming deep within their chests...and then they're dancing. The tantalizing scrape of sequence as she twists and turns in his embrace, lost in the beat. The pulse falters, the tempo changing. A new song laces its way into the never-ending procession of sound and motion and her fingers lace their way through his, urging him closer. Her breath, sultry and scorching across his neck. Their eyes lock, faces inches apart. He sees the challenge etched across her features and leans in to meet it. He can feel it all, but stronger than anything is the heat. As their bodies press closer still, he can feel it. And he wants it. Every kind of heat he can get from her, he wants it all. And he wants it now.

Fingers intertwined, bodies flush and foreheads touching ever so slightly, they are swallowed up by the heat and the darkness and the smoke. The music pounds, the world falls away and their eyes meet. In the middle of a fervent crowd, Relena once again calls to him, smiling that smile in a sequence dress and, for the first time, Heero decides to answer.

A/N: Just something short to get this set started. I've always been partial to post-war Preventer Heero. It just seems to suit him. But this is the first of my song inspired ficlets. I'd love to hear your thoughts on it. Thanks for reading :)