Just Relax

Chapter 4: Unexpected

Rain's hands had stealthily slid beneath the surface of the warm water. They took a luxurious tour of Domon's abs and continued it lower and lower. Her fingers paid careful attention, coaxing and caressing, every define muscle that was Domon's stomach.

All of a sudden a moan, not quite like the ones preceding it, erupted from Domon's throat.

Rain froze. She froze with her chest against his bare wet back, her head resting on his broad shoulder, arms and legs encasing him, and her hands still upon his muscular lower stomach (inappropriately low upon his stomach). She froze except for the eyes that shot wide open and the mouth that slightly fell, and for the single thought that raced rapidly through her mind.

'He's not asleep!'

After a few hours, from Rain's perspective, of utter disbelieve she quickly returned her hands back to his shoulders. She continued to massage the already well-worked area as if they had been there the whole time. Unfortunately for Rain such a simple tactic was not going to work, both Domon and herself were fully aware of the little expedition that her hands took. They both knew exactly all that her "innocent" hands had wandered over.

Rain, however, was in such a state of embarrassment that she remained unaware of some other very interesting aspects of the situation. She now realized that Domon had been fully awake and conscious of her daring conduct, but she overlooked the fact that Domon had let her fingers play across his skin. He never stopped her or showed any signs of taking such action. Rain had also failed to pick up and recognize the difference in Domon's last pleasured moan. She was too busy turning red and mentally panicking to take notice of these delightful details from Domon.

Domon, quite opposite of Rain, was all too observant of these little and ever so important details. 'Why,' he questioned. 'Why did I let her do this. And why……..?' Domon's stubborn mind wouldn't even let him finish the thought.

Somewhere Domon knew the answer. Why? The answer to his questions was the same answer to why he continually put up with her, and why he allowed her to travel with him. And why he would do anything to protect her, why he couldn't help but feel a little better when she can near, why he would sometimes watch her sleep, and why…… Domon mentally shook his head, now wasn't the time. Would it ever be the right time?

Rain shortly ceased her unsuccessful attempts of a cover up and removed her fingers from her partner's large shoulders.

"All done," she whispered, her voice having some difficulty finding her.

In the cold absence of Rain's wonderful hands, Domon fought all the urges that flowed to him and remained quiet.

Rain quickly grew even more uncomfortable and unbelievably redder in the disturbing silence as she struggled, more then usual, with her white-heeled boots. All she wanted to do was to get her damn boots on, run away, and find a rock to hide under for a very long time. However her boots were proving to be very difficult and the need to break the tortuous silence was almost deadly.

'Maybe a conversation would distract him, and myself for that matter, from what just happened,' Rain wishfully thought.

"So… did you enjoy it?"

A quick intake of air and a skip of the heart followed her question, as Rain realized exactly what she was asking and all the sinful things it could be related to. Domon, the conversationalist that he is, remain silent. Whether he picked up on the embarrassment that the question offered was unknown, Rain could only continue to hope.

Rain, now red enough to make any rose envious, decided that yet another question was needed for yet another distracter from her last question. Hoping that this time her question would be a better diverter of attention then the shovel that her previous inquiry had proved to be. Rain felt that if she digged herself any deeper she would surly burst out on the other side of the world.

"Umm…well I am happy you finally took a break." She mentally cursed as her voice betrayed the innocent façade she was so desperately trying to create. "You needed it."

This time Rain was finally rewarded with a response, unfortunately it was another one of Domon's much-hated grunts. A set frown became present on Rain's lovely face.

"You did need it. With all your hard training your body was in danger of microtraumas to your tendons, ligaments, and even bones. Plus it was plainly clear that your body was more then just fatigue and sore from the built up lactic acid. That lactic acid not only inhibits the muscle's prolonged ability to contract, but will also, if not treated, build up into crystallized trigger points which prevents nutrients and oxygen from entering the cells," she began to explained in her doctor voice. "However messaging increases the blood flow, which in turn will disperse the waste out of the muscles. That waste will then be absorbed into the lymph…."

Rain's continual rambling of doctoral advice did receive a response other then a grunt. However Rain found the smirk that Domon gave was much more infuriating then his grunts. Her eyes slightly flared before forming into narrow slights. She didn't even notice that her embarrassment had complete vanished. Unfortunately the disappearing act only made way for the great agitation that was growing.

"What, you don't think you needed the break?" Rain asked with uncharacteristic sarcasm.

A Domon grunt was given as an answer.

"Don't you feel better?" The question was asked through clenching teeth.

Another grunt.

"You can't tell me you don't feel better."

The soreness in Rain's hands, arms, and shoulder, a result from the long and strong massage, was beginning to plague her once again. At least this time Rain received developed communication for a response, however this progress in Domon's verbalization remained just as frustrating.

"I should have been training."

Rain's once red face began to return to that familiar color, however this time for very different reasons. She shoved her foot into her boot, she didn't even realize that she had stopped struggling with them, and rose to her feet. She stood there towering over Domon's naked and still submerged body, shooting daggers at him with her eyes.

"So are you telling me this was just a big waste of your time," her voice was an unnatural mixture of both a whisper and a shout.

Domon only remained silent.

"And you didn't enjoy any of it?" she continued the angry raving, the pain in her arms and shoulders now throbbing.

Silence.

"Of course not," Rain stormed, she would be embarrassed about her outburst later, but not now. "You'd rather be jumping off a stupid waterfall and hacking away at a tree with that silly sword of yours."

Domon maintained his silence; he didn't even bother to look at her. Rain stared at the back of his wet unmoving head, eyes narrowed and lips firmly pressed together. They remained like that for some time, the water dripping from Domon's dark locks and Rain stubbornly awaiting a response, a response of any kind. Anger freely flowed through Rain as she waited, but along with it was doubt. She wasn't quite sure why she was being so sensitive. This pondering was soon disregarded as another few drops of clear liquid beads fell to the water's surface. And in the end it was Rain that finally broke this scene.

"Well fine then," she spat before turning on her heel and storming back towards the forest trail, still without a response from the King of Hearts.

"Rain"

"What Domon?" Rain obediently answered but with obvious and heavy aggravation. She turned to face her partner, he however was still in the hot spring, back turned to her, and unmoving. This heated Rain even more.

"Thank you"

"Uh," a small indefinable noise was released through the feminine lips that fell only a miniscule distance apart. She was completely taken back by Domon's unexpected remark.

'A thank you….. from Domon!' She couldn't believe that Domon was actually expressing gratitude. She had always thought that he was incapable of such a gesture.

Rain wanted to tell him "that it was no problem", "that it was her duty as a doctor", "that she enjoyed it" (for we all know that she really did), or at least a traditional and simple "your welcome," but all that she could succeed to do was smile. Rain smiled all the way back to their camp, the pain in her hands and shoulders already forgotten.

Author Notes:

Disclaimer: I don't own G Gundam. I will however take credit for the small phrase "Domon grunt" (it was the only way that I could think of to describe it so perfectly).

To My Reviewers: For all of those who wanted a lemon this is when you say, "Damn it, so close!" I hoped you guys liked it. However my little story has not met its end quite yet, I have a little bit of an epilogue coming soon for you, just a little cherry on top of this sundae. And as always I want to express my sincere and extreme gratitude towards all of you. I love the reviews! Please keep them coming and don't fear to express any honesty in them, be it good or bad.

To Individual Reviewers:

Ali- I must say that your review was without a doubt one of my favorites and one of the most inspiring. I highly enjoyed it Thank you. I hoped you enjoyed the Kenshin fics as well.

Battleshield- Thank you for the sweet words. Because of my great success in reviews, such as yours, I am seriously thinking about another G Gundam fic (possibly of few). So, thank you.

Rae- Sorry if I disappointed you on Domon not "taking advantage." However I can't guarantee such will power on Domon's behalf forever, now can I?

Domon-and-Rain- Thank you for the kind review. I can only hope that the adjective that followed the "A little…" wasn't too risqué. I am sorry if I offended you in any way. Thank you once again.

Black Joker Lady (and partner, Neko), Shadow Tigress, Kitty Katana, and Steph-chan- Thank you for the continual reviews. I can insure you that your loyalty does not go unnoticed or unappreciated.

Immense Thank You's to all.