Disclaimer: I don't own GW, this is just for my own pervy enjoyment haha

I read Missteak's Inuyasha story "Sweet Little Secret" where Sesshomaru was the student and Kagome was his teacher and it inspired me to do the same for Heero and Relena. I thought it would be fun! For those who would like to read Missteak's story, you can search for her on the Dokuga website.

She's awesome! So now onto my story. Enjoy and please read and review! =)

Relena struggled to keep the heavy door open by pressing her back against it and fiddled to close her umbrella even though the rain still pelted her face and hair. She muttered curses, insults and threats at everything that had worked against her that morning. It was her first day officially teaching, couldn't anything go smoothly? She was terrified enough to begin with; did the higher-ups really have to laugh at her through pouring rain, thunder and howling wind? Relena bit her lip but the umbrella would not close and at that point her jacket was already soaked through. A few students ran by her and she was thoroughly embarrassed.

"Damn it all," she growled, about to abandon the umbrella when a hand reached out to grab it from her hands. She looked up at the person who held the door with one hand, shook out her umbrella firmly, slid the spring down with ease and snapped the lapel shut. His dark brown hair was wet and bangs clung to his forehead above midnight blue eyes, but the rain didn't seem to faze him. He waited for her to go inside before he handed her back the umbrella.

"Thank you," Relena said sheepishly, assessing the water damage done to her clothing. She had a few hours before her first class and she hoped her dress would be dry by then. She got a good look at her rescuer and realized he was a student and from the color of his blazer, a senior.

"Hn," she barely heard him say before he adjusted his book bag and walked away.

"Wait a moment!" she called out to his retreating back. "I'm the new English teacher. Could you show me where the department is?"

The boy said nothing but waited for her to follow. She patted down her frizzy hair and hurried after him.

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Relena felt his eyes on her. She always, towards the end of the lesson, had the uncanny ability to sense when he would fix his penetrating gaze on her back when she'd turn to write tomorrow's assignment on the board. And even after Relena would set the chalk down she'd stand facing the chalkboard while she managed to collect her thoughts to face the students.

She took a breath. "Four page critical response on Wordsworth's "We are Seven" using the analysis terms and methods for poems we discussed for the past week and a half. The topic questions are in your syllabus. Double-spaced, size twelve font, Times New Roman, and I do check margins." She was met with a sweeping wave of groans and the shuffle of papers.

"No complaints, please. In college you'll be expected to write twenty page papers in a matter of days so four pages in six hours is small business. You all have enough notes for it anyway. Questions?" she said.

"Ms. Darlian," a voice piped up, "no can do, I got a game tonight. Team's counting on me to be real focused."

Relena smiled, her lips curved in amusement. "Mr. Maxwell, while I'm sure the basketball team's success certainly depends on your performance, need I remind you that without said homework completed you won't be able allowed to play at all?"

A few students on the team snickered and the boy scratched the back of his braided hair sheepishly. "Yeah I forgot. Scholarship and whatever. Man, that would suck."

"I'm sure it would. But since you are playing to qualify for regionals," she said with a conspirator's gleam in her cerulean eyes, "and I'm sure your classmates will be attending the game, I will allow the class to leave the assignments in my mailbox during senior lunch tomorrow, instead of emailing it before midnight."

The response was more uplifted this time around and Relena grinned at them as the bell rang and they bustled noisily out of the classroom chorusing their goodbyes. She then swiftly turned to gather her paperwork into her briefcase and as she looked up her eyes locked onto a student who had remained behind. Relena swallowed and straightened up as he approached her desk, book bag hung casually on his shoulder.

"Mr. Yuy," Relena said, and hoped her voice was calm, "was there something I could help you with?"

He was taller than her by a few inches, of lean build with unruly chocolate brown hair that hung in thick bangs over Prussian blue eyes that always seemed to linger on her longer than necessary. It was entirely inappropriate of her to think her eighteen year old student handsome but there was no way around it. She didn't deny that he was extremely good looking and the way he carried himself belied any notions of him to be a mere, immature teenager. His quiet disposition and serious attitude aged him considerably. Heero had made no reply when he stopped in front of her desk but his thumb rubbed lightly over the black, velcro strap of his book bag.

"Shouldn't the captain be helping his team prepare?" she said lightly, smiling.

Heero looked down at her hands that rested on the desk.

"A few minutes late won't make a difference," he said finally, and lifted his eyes back to settle on her face.

"No, I suppose not," Relena replied, feeling the awkwardness of his scrutiny.

"An extension was unnecessary," he said suddenly, "too many new teachers give breaks to make students like them and they get taken advantage of."

Relena relaxed and chuckled then as she placed her attendance book in her bag.

"Oh a relief once in a while doesn't hurt," she said keeping her eyes down. "Just because you're never late with your assignments doesn't mean everyone else is as diligent."

"Hn."

Snapping the flap shut she looked up into his face and smiled brightly.

"Well if there was nothing else you needed-."

"Will you come?" he asked her, stepping closer.

"To the game?" she said a little surprised. "Ah, no I have a department meeting and then tutoring. I won't be able to make it."

Heero nodded slightly and moved around the desk and suddenly Relena was all too aware of how close they were.

"It would mean much, if you made it to a game," Heero said quietly, head tilted down slightly.

Relena nodded as he studied her face. "I will certainly try to, if we make regionals."

A rare smirk appeared on his lips and Relena felt her heartbeat quicken just a bit. "It's a deal then."

"Then I wish you good luck, Mr. Yuy. Hopefully we each will live up to our side of the bargain."

Heero leaned back and looked down at her, heat warming his eyes, the smirk still present on his face.

"Talent needs no luck, Ms. Darlian," he said smoothly and turned to stride out the room.

Relena watched him leave, squeezed her eyes shut and cursed.

'Are you mental, woman? Flirting with an eighteen year old, are you so desperate you can't find anyone else to throw yourself at? Ugh.' And kicking herself she made her way to the English department still thoroughly disgusted and wondered when she had become such a floozy.