A/N: Thank you for the reviews! I am going to get on replying to them today! Guys, this is where the M rating gets a bit more...involved. I'm trying to stay within guidelines though!
Dossier Ch. 2
/Present Day: AC 203/
He wanted nothing more at that moment but to touch her hair. The afternoon light cast an amber golden glow on the braided strands resting on her neck.
Instead he took the glass she offered him with a grateful nod.
Her eyes pleaded with him, begging him for permission to push the conversation further. After the past few years of working together, he'd hope those eyes would beg him for something more tangible, but Relena was more of a talker, and was reserved when it came to personal matters. He could never quite read her all the way, so he became used to her taking the lead.
"What are you afraid of, Heero?" she whispered, mouth hidden by the crystal rocks glass.
He wasn't afraid of much, a few things maybe. He was afraid of losing control of this situation in particular. He was afraid of her reaction to whatever was on that file. He was afraid of the contents in that file. When it came down to it, he was afraid of himself.
He couldn't answer her. Why tell her what she probably already knew?
He must have been staring at her intently, because she let herself reveal a brief color to her cheeks before turning away to the menus on the counter.
"We were hungry weren't we..." She muttered as she spread out their choices.
Although he couldn't bring himself to understand those fleeting moments when she let him see her like this, blushing and embarrassed, he was still always proud of them. He couldn't understand why he felt proud to make her blush.
He didn't think she enjoyed it when he stared at her like that, he would tell himself.
He really enjoyed it when he caught her flustered or embarrassed. It reminded him of when they were teenagers. Of when she would yell his name from the battlefield, to the point where he swore he heard her while he was floating in space. He learned to love his name, listening to her say it.
"Heero...helloooo...Thai?"
"Hn?"
"Is Thai okay? Would you want your usual?"
He wanted a lot of things right now.
"Mm. Yeah..." he let out. There it was again, that blush.
"Make it extra spicy." he practically growled.
And then she burst out laughing.
Anytime he tried to come onto her, this is how it went. So he'd end up pulling back and retreating.
She began undoing her braid with one hand while she wiped a tear from her eye. So he watched her, a beautiful, natural mess of laughter, tears, and messy hair.
Radiant was what she was.
"Oh Heero..." she huffed.
She drove him insane.
He took the bottle with him upstairs and into her office on the second floor while she placed the order. Shrugging off his jacket and loosening his black straight neck tie, he poured a third drought and eyed his bag. The computer and drive were in there, beckoning.
"20 minutes." her voice came from the hall. He nodded to himself, listening to her shut her bedroom door and turn on her private bathroom shower.
The whiskey ignited the rolling anxiety and quiet lust he had been stewing in for the afternoon. These moments were difficult, but usually his soldier's will worked well enough, and suppressed any thoughts of her, naked, in the shower. Thoughts he had regularly as her permanent house guest. The alcohol really made it hard. Difficult. It was difficult.
But then he remembered, there was nothing like the looming cloud of a once-lost birth certificate to kill an incoming boner.
Should he read it without her? Read it and then delete it? Pretend it was corrupted?
He pulled out the laptop, plugged in the drive and set it on her sleek white desk. He had a few minutes before the food would arrive, so he decided to make his way to his room down the hall, across from Relena's.
Perhaps he could be called a roommate rather than a houseguest- he had been living there for a few years already. He had been ever since he came 'home' from his year of 'soul searching'.
...
AC 199
"How did you sleep master Heero?" Pagan asked from the door, tray in hand. Heero had slept for nearly a week straight in Relena's bed since he showed up on her balcony, waking up only to eat meals in bed and use the bathroom. He immediately noticed his own smell, and offered Pagan a humble thank you.
After a quick meal of scrambled eggs, the only thing they seemed to be feeding him, he made a beeline for her bathroom. The cool, lilac colored tile soothed his feet, and the flagstone lined shower seduced him without much effort. He had never been one to indulge in a long shower or bath, but he would make the exception now.
After standing stalk still in the steam for a few minutes, he reached for any bottle on a nearby ledge. Lathering an amount in his hand, he smoothed it through his hair and entire body until the lavender scent reached his nostrils.
This was her soap. Her smell.
His posture shrank a bit and he immediately felt guilty, he had used quite a bit of her, most likely expensive, soap.
But when her image appeared in his mind he felt even worse.
He had been experiencing 'feelings' more than ever. Fleeting glimpses of emotions that ranged from sadness to contentment. During the war, he had at times preached his mentor's advice, that there was "nothing wrong with acting on your emotions". But ever since he arrived at Relena's townhouse in Brussels, he felt something else. A burning, dirty thing he came to know as lust. It arrived without warning, typically while he was sleeping. And now it arrived again, while covered in her flowery soap, in her steamy private shower.
...
/present day/
"Heero! I think the guy is here!" she called from beyond his bedroom door.
He pulled his gray cotton sweats up, pulling his cream colored thermal long sleeve shirt away from the gun in his waistband.
Part of protocol was for Heero to answer the door for 'cleared' delivery guys. Any restaurant that complied with Preventer's additional hiring requirements received a grant from ESUN, so there were numerous places on the waiting list to be a Relena Darlian favorite.
But Heero didn't recognize this delivery guy at the door. And he certainly didn't see any takeout.
He was too old, and dressed too well.
"You must be Heero Yuy, if that is still your preferred name, yes?" the olive skin man dressed in an old fashioned hat and suit asked from the front door.
Heero's eyes went wide and reached for his handgun he kept tucked behind his back.
"No need young man. I won't be but a moment. I'm here to give you this correspondence from my charge. He hopes you'll reach out with an answer after you've read both this letter and the rest of your birth certificate."
"Who the hell..."
"Now now, farewell, Alpha was it? Or is it Lancaster? You will have to forgive an old man's flippant memory." He placed a small envelope in Heero's hand and gave him a courteous nod.
"Looks like dinner is served!" he waved at the delivery man who was swiping his card at the gate.
"What in the flying...fuh..."
"Heero! Can you tip him for me?" Relena called from the second floor.