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Heero. Heero Yuy. Here.
Shoot! I'm drunk, she blushed.
Stalling as she intrigued herself with the situation, she centered herself and started munching on the potato chips, still intently engulfed in his gaze.
The longer she took to register, the more nervous Heero's eyes became, though he maintained the rigidness of his stance and face. He steadied himself, knowing that the drunken woman was going to do something to make him regret showing up. Especially with the audience they'd acquired, falling over each other for the best view.
He was just hoping she didn't throw up.
"She's so quiet," Trowa observed out loud.
"She's been like that all night," his sister answered. She was wondering if the group would grow bored and give up on the Minister before she did react.
"Wise drunk, this Miss Relena." Dorothy's obsession had now found a new height to admire her.
Quatre was silent, making sure not to remind the group that he was an empath. He sensed Heero's nervousness, as well as the massive spider web of emotions Relena was sorting through. On top, he could feel surprise and apprehension. Her wheels were turning, and if they were patient, and she was feeling brave, something interesting was about to happen.
"Maybe we should—" Duo started to turn away.
"Shh!" Quatre gave himself away. He really wanted to see what she was up to.
Relena cocked her head, still silently snacking on the chips, looking into his eyes. She was completely oblivious to her six other guests. She unconsciously licked her lips, remembering his kiss on the abandoned L3 colony. He tasted so sweet. But it was so sudden, she didn't really get to enjoy it. She sighed.
Return the favor? Her mind scolded her at the thought. Are you CRAZY?
I'm drunk, she answered herself. Who can blame a drunk woman? She raised an eyebrow.
She stared silently, torturing her fans as she came to the edge of the leap. The hell with it, she thought.
Heero could feel himself jump inside, seeing a sudden resolve. His eyes widened, ever so slightly, letting out his anxieties. Now he knew what he was in for. He opened his mouth, rushing for a remark, to distract her, but it was too late.
Relena closed her eyes, propelling herself up to his face, her mouth catching the breath he'd just gasped for. Their lips fused together, naturally, but the speed and strength of the attack pushed Heero back, causing water to spill over onto the floor. His eyes widened in surprise, but his treacherous lips accepted her advance. He fought the urge to let go and embrace her, rocking his forehead against hers as he gently pulled away.
"I tripped," she said, settling back on her heels.
"I'm sure you did," he answered in a flat tone as he pulled back.
Duo and Hilde tumbled to the floor, gaping at the spectacle openly.
Trowa raised one eyebrow in admiring surprise, as Cathy covered her mouth.
Dorothy folded her hands in front of her, closing her eyes and nodding in approval.
Quatre blushed, smiling at Relena's accomplishment, as he was the first to turn away. Most of the others soon followed, finally leaving Heero standing alone with the drunken princess and Duo still looking on.
Glancing down at his ice cold and soaking wet hand, Heero lifted the cup back to Relena. "Water," he stated matter-of-factly.
Relena gripped the counter, again, dropping her elegant white heels and lifting herself onto it. She spread her body to its length, looking up at Heero. Her feet dropped into the sink, at the end. Satisfied with her crazy decision, she released a deep and relaxing sigh. Her eyes closed peacefully and she dropped the bag of chips onto the floor. Drunk, yes, but she was happy.
Heero eyed the ice water, still untouched by its commissioner. He shook his head as he placed it on the bar, near her face.
Duo pulled himself to his feet and looked down at her.
"Relena?"
She sighed, unmoved by his proximity.
"You're in the kitchen sink."
She smiled, laughing lightly. She still refused to open her eyes.
:::
The group laughed and mingled into the night, occasionally looking back to the guest of honor to see if she wanted to join. Exhausted from the long evening and life in general, she lay there in protest. Relena would not move until they were all gone.
Hours had passed before Relena's friends went home. She was awakened by a gentle shaking of her shoulder. She opened her aquamarine eyes, listless, and found her guardian angel's deep blue eyes looking into her. He looked at her, stoically, and lifted her against his chest.
"Let's get you to bed," he said softly as he carried her to the king sized bedroom.
He set her down in the turned down bed, and she clung to him for dear life.
"Stay," she whimpered, still too tired to open her eyes.
Heero smiled lightly, secretly, as he kicked off his shoes and climbed in. Her grip loosened and he tried to slither out, but true to her need, she tightened, again, when she felt the movement. Heero sighed. He wasn't going anywhere tonight. He nuzzled into her honey blonde hair. Instantly soothed by her intoxicating scent, he allowed himself to drift away.
:::
By the time Relena opened her eyes, it was 1:34 in the afternoon. Next to the clock was a tall glass of ice water and two aspirin. For the time being, she was in a fog, with no memories of the night before, but there was a sense of panic that she was alone. She couldn't remember who had put her to bed, but she was sure they were supposed to be there when she woke up.
Steeling herself, she looked at the medicine on the nightstand. Someone had taken care of her.
She lifted the glass, watching the ice dance as she began to come back down to Earth. Ice? Her eyes widened. They're still here.
She looked around the room for a clue, not sure who had stayed. She was relieved that she was fully clothed, still in her white and print cotton dress, missing her shoes, knowing the stories of many a girl who woke up in such a confused state without knowing who her lover was the night before. Relena moved her legs freely as she pulled away the covers. Surely she would be sore after her first night of love making. No. She had no lover.
Looking at the indentations on the pillows, however, she knew someone had been in the same bed. She closed her eyes, hoping this wouldn't be complicated.
She popped the aspirin in her mouth, drinking the water, slowly. She willed the headache to pass as she steadied herself on her feet. She felt like she was trekking across a desert, as she kept her eyes on the distant private bathroom door. Nearly falling into it, she settled with herself that she was not just hung-over, she was probably still slightly drunk. She thanked God she took the day off of work and she went in to brush her teeth.
From the bathroom, she had more bearing as she crossed the bedroom again, and entered the living room, giving her a clear view of the couch. Heero was quietly reading a book.
"Heero?"
