Unconventional

by MoiChroi

Romance

Rated PG-13 to M

Standard Disclaimers Apply

Authors Note: I haven't written anything un-blog related, fanfiction or otherwise, in many years so please try be somewhat understanding when it comes to my inexperience! This is an idea I've been playing with for a few weeks now out of my love for alternate GW pairings and I hope you'll like where it leads.

Additionally, I'm open for offers of a beta reader!

Warning: There might be a TON of OOCnes in this one. As I've said, it's been a long, long, long time so bear with me!


It was warm. Not just warm but almost stiflingly so. That was the first thought Relena Darlian had as consciousness crept in. Her skin felt sticky, tacky, like she'd forgotten to turn the thermostat down and fallen asleep under her heaviest winter comforter. Her body felt heavy, her limbs uncooperative as she tried to shift around in bed but she quickly became disgruntled as she realized progress wasn't to be had in the mess that were her sheets. They were a mass of mussed fabric that stuck to her sticky body and hindered any progress she had been hoping to make.

It was as she decided to give up and fling the comforter away from her body that she felt the puff of warm breath on the outer shell of her ear that sent a chill down her spine and froze her in her tracks. Her blue eyes flashed open. It was in that moment several facts became evident to the former Queen.

1.) She was naked as a jaybird

2.) Her head was aching and she suspected it had everything to do with the bone dry bottle of Brandy on her nightstand.

3.) The heaviness she felt was due largely in part by the naked, very obviously male body wrapped around her.

'Dear lord,' she thought, 'what have I done?' More importantly, WHO, had she done IT with?!

The nights events up until that moment had been stored at the back of her consciousness but quickly came rushing back. The ball, the security breach that had sent Relena and her bodyguard fleeing the scene, the tense ride home, one too many glasses of burning libation, a flash of violet, hastily divested clothing and hands touching, everywhere.

Another warm breath on her skin, this time a little lower, sent another shiver through her reminding her that she had yet to investigate her bed mate as to identify the owner of the muscular arm that was currently circled possessively around her naked waist. Well, she supposed she ought to get it over with. This wasn't her first rodeo or rather, this wasn't the first scandal she had found herself attached to during her reign as Vice Foreign Minister. It was however the most personal, private and embarrassing. Until now she had never imagined herself as the type to jump into bed with strange men or pursue casual encounters of sexual nature with them. Yet here she was.

Sighing softly to herself Relena turned her head to get the first glance of her partner. Slowly, inch by agonizing inch she made the transition until her warily eyes fell on the mans sleeping face and felt her breath hitch in her throat in surprise.

There was no scrambling through her mind for a name to attach to the face, no uncharacteristic thoughts of, 'I'd rather chew my arm off than wake up that guy,' or any other thought of the sort. The face of the slumbering man was so easy to place she could have laughed had she not been so afraid of waking him and yet the ease in which she recognized him sobered her immediately and she was able to study his peaceful face for a long moment before his brow furrowed and those violet eyes snapped open.

Nose to nose they regarded each other warily. Relena, close enough to see herself reflected in his eyes, saw a hot mess that she could only grimace at. God, what he must think of her in that moment.

The never mussed, always polished to perfection, composed and wonderful Vice Foreign Minister, looking like a haystack with kohl smudged eyes and, was that a hickey?!

Deciding she was far to close to her head of security, Relena drew back slightly and couldn't help the raised eyebrow she gave him. Was he going to say anything? She could feel the hysteria start bubbling within her as he continued his silent stare down.

Then he smiled that carefree smile that curved up his lips and caused the edges of his eyes to crinkle.

"Mornin' princess" Duo Maxwell murmured.