It seemed to be like the perfect thing for you and me
It's so ironic you're what I had pictured you to be
But there are facts in our lives
We can never change
Just tell me that you understand and you feel the same
Relena smiled at her reflection in the mirror. A beautiful, elegant woman grinned back at her softly. Turning this way and that she checked how her dress sat. It was a stunning black corseted dress in black brocade silk that billowed out and gracefully spilled onto the floor. Upon her shoulders she wore a fine silk scarf dotted with small diamante. Her hair sat in tight curls that were piled on top of her head, with a few spiralling down over her ears. The look was completed with the addition of several small black flowers interwoven between the small ringlets. Again the young woman blushed; she hadn't felt this pretty in a long time. She knew Wufei would think so too. She knew how he felt; she could sense it from him when she was near. It was like electricity fizzing around her. When his eyes rested on her, when he thought she didn't noticed, she could feel them slowly tracing the length of her body and back. It was unnerving but at the same time felt so right, like he had always been there; watching her, protecting her. Relena's face twitched into a smile as she imagined how he'd look. What would he wear, how would be behave? Then more importantly…would Daryl be there? Most probably. Sighing, she picked up her purse and walked towards the door.
This perfect romance that I've created in my mind
I'd live a thousand lives
Each one with you right by my side
But yet we find ourselves in a less than perfect circumstance
And so it seems like we'll never have the chance
The blonde young woman opened her bedroom door onto the marble floor of the lounge. She fixed her dress so it sat creaseless against the smooth floor and nervously let her eyes flutter upwards. The tall Chinese man had his back to her. He wore the most beautiful qipao made from matching black brocade, thick and with a marvellous sheen. Snaking it's way up his middle and between his shoulder blades was the tail end of a magnificent dragon in golds, greens, reds and blues. His hair fell in a loose but neat black braid, slick and shining reaching to the small of his back. In a slow swift movement the silk creased and he turned his head to look at her. His inky mysterious eyes flashed on her making his beautiful, tight normally olive skin pale and defined. For the barest of moments they simply stood and stared at one another, taking in the abnormally formal but stunning appearance of each other. A smile laced with admiration lilted his sultry features as he turned and closed the gap between them. Only now did Relena see the magnificent head of the dragon stretched across his chest. It was so striking she felt mesmerized by the sheer complexity of its design. Before she realised it the young man was bowed on one knee and tenderly took her hand in his, barely touching her dainty fingertips. His long articulate fingers gently curled round the porcelain of her hand. Relena's face flickered with confusion. Wufei deepened his sensuous smirk.
"Isn't it considered good etiquette for a gentleman to kiss the hand of a fair princess?" He asked in mock upset, pouting his bottom lip ever so slightly as he whispered gently. With that he leant over and softly pecked her hand, never removing his eyes from the round oval of her beautiful face. Relena's eyes softened and she smiled at him.
As he got to his feet he offered her his arm and a sudden discomfort and insecurity took over his features. Gently slipping her arm over his toned and strong forearm, she gave it a little squeeze. "You know, we don't have to go to the party you know." He looked down at her a little asked shock evident in his perfectly almond eyes. Relena gave him a knowing smile, and he returned it mischievously.
Ain't it funny how some feelings you just can't deny
And you can move on even though you try
Ain't it strange when your feeling things you shouldn't feel
Oh, I wish this could be real
Ain't it funny how a moment could just change your life
And you don't want to face what's wrong or right
Ain't it strange how fate can play a part
In the story of your heart
"…And then Duo jumped on Heero's back!" Giggled Relena as she leant forward on the sofa. "Then what happened?" The eagerly awaiting Chinese pilot asked, sounding like an enthusiastic child and he sat perched in front of her on the floor. "Then Heero toppled over and fell down the flight of stairs with Duo clinging to him for dear life!" The two burst into laughter, Relena almost spilling her glass of champagne over her lap and causing another fit of giggles. "You...should have...seen Heero's face!" She said fighting to catch enough breath to finish her sentence. Wufei's chest shook as he too fought to contain his guffaws. "Actually…it would have…been more entertaining…to have seen that baka Duo's face when he realised his plan had backfired!" This enticed another round of uncontrollable giggles from Relena as she grasped her sides to stop them from splitting. Wufei calmed himself and simply gazed at the happy Relena Peacecraft with the eyes of a musician upon his instrument, understanding and proud. Relena finally calmed and took a sip of drink while she hiccupped. Her bodyguard sniggered and she shot him a mock look of anger. She smiled at him comfortably. There was nowhere in the world she'd rather be sharing her Christmas Eve. The snow was softly falling over New York city but the cold could not penetrate the cosy fireplace and mirthful laughter from the apartment. Relena stared thoughtfully into the golden bubbles rising in a steady stream to the top of her flute.
"Wufei…what is Christmas usually like for you?" She asked venturing to look up at his shockingly affectionate gaze. His smile faltered slightly. He stirred his drink and took a sip. "I've never celebrated it before, I can't say I came from a particularly Christian background and then with the wars and Preventers, I've never really had much cause to." He concluded soberly.
Sometimes I think that a true love can never be
I just believe that somehow it wasn't meant for me
Life can be cruel in a way that I can't explain
And I don't think that I could face it all again
I barely know you but somehow I know what you're about
Relena frowned a little and reached down to take his hand. "Did you want to go to the party?" She asked quietly. A searing flame of red appeared across his cheeks, as he looked deep into those swirling cerulean pools. "No…I'd rather be here…with you" After this her expression softened and she smiled. The lulling music that had been playing on the large hi-fi system suddenly turned into a lively Latin American beat. Giggling, the young woman pushed herself from the large white sofa and stood in front of the fireplace. As the tune weaved its way inside and out, Relena began to lightly stamp her feet and clap her hands, imitating a flamenco dancer. Wufei stifled a chuckle, taking her place and sprawling out on the three-piece. She twirled and made overly flirtatious glances towards him, batting her eyelids and pursing her lips. The young Chinese man threw a hand to his head and burst into bright echoing laughter. Fuelled by his hilarity, she stretched out her hand for him. Blushing furiously he shook his head and made a dismissive gesture. Relena wasn't going out without a fight. She grabbed his arm and attempted to pull him to his feet. Being thoroughly stubborn e didn't move and inch but smiled at her smugly. Resorting to a blow at his manhood, Relena smiled sweetly and began to raise the hem of her dress, watching him squirm in discomfort. At last he could no longer bear the heat on his face, as her dress managed an almost improper height. He gave in and stood up, bumped her with him hip onto the couch as he did so. If she wanted him to get up and dance, then she'd have to watch. Relena looked a little shocked as she bounced on the seat and sobered slightly. Wufei began a series of loops, clicking his heels and clapping his hands in a precise manner, which left the former Princess dumbfounded.
He stooped and leant towards her, with an air of victory buzzing around him "As a student I was taught many regional dances as part of my international education" He informed her smugly. Relena still gaped. The look of his frame stretched like a cat, his hands so precise and graceful was forever burned into her memory. How could she let him eave tomorrow after a night like this. Her bottom lip quivered ever so slightly, but she quickly covered it up with a grin. Apparently it hadn't been quick enough to escape Wufei's notice; slowly he sat down on the sofa beside her. "Miss Peacecraft? What's wrong?"
A deeper love I've
found in you
And I no longer doubt
You've touched my heart and it altered every plan I've made
And now I feel that I don't have to be afraid
Relena dabbed at a stray tear that threatened to smudge her mascara. "Nothing," She almost sobbed, struggling to stay smiling. "I'm just…" She trailed off, feeling all of a sudden trapped by her emotions. "Miss Peacecraft…" His voice was low and husky calming her nervousness. He titled her chin slightly and looked down on her with a frighteningly passionate stare. Relena subconsciously grasped her champagne flute to her chest. Relena sighed shakily, trying to release the pressure that was building up inside her. "I…just don't want you to leave…" She conceded quietly. Cringing with disgust, Relena looked away, gently removing his soft clutch on her chin. He was silent for a few seconds as quiet pitiful tears spilled over her eyelashes. She'd probably brought herself down in his estimations and succeeded to make their last night together an awkward one. But to her surprise, he shifted on his side and she could feel his eyes on her, boring into her soul.
I locked away my heart
But you just set it free
Emotions I felt
Held me back from what my life should be
I pushed you far away
And yet you stayed with me
I guess this means
That you and me were meant to be
"I don't want to leave either" Relena looked up startled. He was closer to her than she had first thought and his breath was stirring, the fine, minute hairs on her skin. Those eyes of deepest coal, dark, mysterious, which normally gave away nothing of his thoughts, flashed with such emotion, she felt herself breathless. They flickered from her eyes and wandered over her face, resting themselves on her perfectly formed lips. For an electric instant, she lost control of her hand. It silently roamed over his cheek, brushing a long strand of stray hair that rested against it. It felt like silk, smooth and sublime. His eyes slowly shut, savouring the feel of her soft fingertips on his bare flesh. Relena watched it in marvel. She was in awe as the Chinese man's eyes opened again, sharp and passionate, staring so sensuously in her very soul. He placed his rough slender hand over hers, burning her with his touch.
Ain't it funny how some feelings you just can't deny
And you can't stop move on even though you try
Ain't it strange when your feeling things you shouldn't feel
Oh, I wish this could be real
Ain't it funny how a moment could just change your life
And you don't want to face what's wrong or right
Ain't it strange how fate can play a part
In the story of your heart