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AN: I'm glad that I can share my work with you all. I only ask that you be patient and let me post at my own pace. Undercurrents will be finished in time, and believe me, I have a whooper as far as plot lines go. Think you can stay with me until the end?

Enjoy.

Undercurrents

By Cinpii

Chapter Six: Revenge

Laughter rang out of the Yuy household. If anyone were to stop by and peek through the back window, they'd be surprised to see Heero Yuy laughing his head off. The rich, warm baritones of his voice filled the room and graced the night air, surpassing the musical chirps of the crickets.

The object of his mirth was currently rapidly blinking her eyes, she didn't expect the bag to open with such force, and now her entire face was covered in a fine layer of flour. In sharp contrast to the mirth-riddled teen, Relena was very quiet. Extremely quiet.

Heero obviously had no sense of self-preservation, for he was still laughing.

Bright aquamarine eyes ceased their flutter, in favor of narrowing in irritation. A delicately arched eyebrow quirked in displeasure.

"Oh yeah? You think I look funny, huh?" Relena muttered, her voice low and dangerous. "Let's see how you like it when your face gets disfigured." Her hand reached out and grabbed the long metal object placed innocently on the counter. The weapon felt cold in her hand. Satisfyingly so.

The previously cheerful atmosphere vanished. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, his body's natural warning sign. It was a long time since he felt it. That slow, creeping sensation tingling every nerve ending along his spine.

Fear.

There was a sudden glimmer in her eye, and he didn't want to be there to find out what it meant. He could sense his coming demise. If he wasn't careful, things could get ugly.

He backed away cautiously; palms open to ward off her aggression. It was to no avail. Relena continued to advance with measured steps. Albeit she was now donning white eyebrows, she looked like a beautiful avenging angel to him. A beautiful angel about to reap her revenge.

The tool of retribution shined with a malicious glint under the fluorescent lighting.

Heero's lower back hit the counter. Damn. Misjudged the distance. You're in for it now, Yuy.

"Now, Relena, you don't wanna do that," he cajoled, trying to charm his way out of the incoming punishment her expressive eyes foretold.

"Oh yes," she breathed softly, "Yes I do." And with a wicked grin, she attacked.

With unwavering aim, she homed in on her prey. The weapon struck its intended target, foreign substance spattering into the air. Prussian blue eyes rounded, his body shocked into impassiveness. Coral tinted lips curved into a tight, malignant smile.

Dark lashes blinked in equal amounts of disbelief and consternation. She really did it. Relena had reached up with the can and sprayed whipped cream right onto Heero Yuy's nose.

She then proceeded to give him a creamy moustache and squiggly white brows to boot. She nodded, satisfied with the face paint. Thinking that earrings would look good on him, she made her way to his earlobes. However, her progress was halted when a strong grip encased her wrist.

He had complied, standing still while she dished out the penalty for laughing at her snafu, but enough was enough. She looked way too cute with that self-satisfied smirk for Heero to remain compliant. It was time to turn the tables.

"My turn," Heero grinned wolfishly, enjoying her expression of surprise. His free arm wrung its sneaky way around Relena's tiny waist, bringing her closer and serving the dual purpose of making sure she stayed to take her "punishment". His boyishly handsome face hovered over hers momentarily. He looked directly into wide, startled eyes before swooping down onto the unsuspecting girl and proceeding to kiss her breathless. What was first forceful, demanding lips soon softened, gently coaxing confounded lips to respond.

Shiny hair painted in the golden color of wheat dipped back under the persuasive seduction. Her eyes closed as she luxuriated in the sweet exhilaration of her first kiss. It felt wonderful, his mouth over hers. She could stay there forever, just letting him kiss her. And yet, with the insistent way his lips were moving, she couldn't help but sense it. Heero was trying to tell her something.

Kiss me back.

There was no hesitation. Instinct took over, shy inexperience fading in her eagerness to reciprocate. Relena rose on tiptoe, both arms reaching up to cross behind Heero's neck, and proceeded to kiss him back with as much fervor and passion as she felt. Emotions held in check due to wariness and uncertainty were unleashed, personified in the kiss they shared.

Duo was right; Heero mused, tightening his grip. Kissing girls is certainly very, very interesting. Who knew kissing would feel this good? If he knew what he was missing out on for seventeen years, he would have done this a lot sooner. But then again, maybe he was just waiting for the right girl to come along. Heero stopped pondering and just let himself go. What did it matter now? This felt right. His first kiss. With this girl, at this moment, in his kitchen. It felt right.

Lost in the moment, lost in Relena's responsiveness, Heero deepened the kiss. His arms embraced her more securely as the tip of his tongue parted her lips. He could almost taste her sweetness. One hand tangled in her honeyed tresses, reluctant to let the silky strands go.

Relena shifted, settling herself into him, the length of her body in full contact with his lanky frame. He indulged in the feel of her warm torso pressing against him, the soft swells of her breasts pillowing against his own chest. She opened her mouth to him, willing to let him bring the kiss to a more intimate level. Heero felt himself go hard, her body language sending him unmistakable signals. He trembled, trying to contain himself, trying not to read too much into it. And yet he deepened the kiss even more, crushing his mouth onto hers as he tasted her for the first time. The hand on the collar of his sweater tightened, a small whimper escaping. He fitted her body to his more tightly, one hand at the small of her back keeping her in place as his mouth ravaged her own. The kiss became harder, more intense, the young pair lost in each other.

The harsh, sudden blaring of the ringing phone startled the two teenagers apart. Blazing red crept up Relena's face. She ducked her head and feigned interest in the can she still held in her hand. Heero made his irritated way to the phone on the opposite wall.

"What?" he hissed, his breath still hard and fast from his recent actions. He wanted to get back to kissing, damnit.

"Whoa, Heero? This is Duo, buddy. Did I call at a bad time? You sound like you were just making out with a hot chick," Duo teased, laughing at his own joke. Heero with a girl was analogous to a snowball's chance in Hell. There was just no friggin' way.

Utter and complete silence.

Duo blinked and his mirth subsided. Heero was a person of few words, but even he would say something to negate that jibe. He was never one to stand for goading, even if it was in jest, which made Heero and Wufei so fun to pester. Duo was expecting a 'bakayarou' or something along those lines. Heero reverted to Japanese whenever he was irked, and calling Duo a dumbass in his native language was a pretty common retort. But Heero was quiet. The braided teen suddenly began to doubt his previous thoughts. He opened his mouth, his voice laced with disbelief.

"Yo, buddy? Don't tell me– you really have a girl over?"

More silence. Duo couldn't believe his ears. His poor, depraved, best friend, whose experience, not to mention interest with girls was practically nil, was suddenly 'entertaining'.

"You're shitting me," he stated.

The squealing of tires and general calamity of bodies jerking against seatbelts and something sloshing met Heero's ears through the receiver.

"It burns!"

"Watch it, Wu!"

"Yuy has a girl over?!"

And deep chuckling.

With the receiver clenched tightly in his fist, Heero contemplated banging his head against the wall. Those suspicious noises in the background. That distant humming. He should have known. Duo was in a car. Gathering from the other voices, so were the rest of the boys. Just his luck. If they were in a car, that meant Duo was using his cell phone. Since he was calling, odds were strongly in favor of them dropping in for a visit. And if they were on the way over, that meant his solitary time with Relena was effectively shortened.

He could have just imagined it. Fervently wishing it so, Heero pressed the phone harder against his ear. He was rudely disappointed.

"What's an onna doing at Yuy's place?"

Yep, that's Wufei. Heero sighed. Wufei called everyone by their last names. Besides, no one else used the word 'onna' quite like him.

Faintly, Quatre was telling Wufei not to swerve off the road like that. The scolding, coupled with the deep rumbling of Trowa's laughter, confirmed Heero's suspicions. They were in the car. All four of them.

The bastards.

Of all the stinking times, he grumbled to himself. Just when it was really getting good, Duo just had to call and kill the moment. Damn. He could still taste the creamy topping that coated his lips, along with the sweetness of Relena's mouth. It made concentrating on Duo's words difficult.

"Look," Duo continued, "I know your dad just left for Japan yesterday, so I wanted to call and see how you were holding up. Me 'n the guys are coming over, make it a guy's night, ya know? We've already rented the flicks and hit Jonie's for the food." Jonie's was a popular restaurant for teenagers and families alike. It was a small, cheerful place with bright lights, lively music, and good food.

"But since you're so busy and all," Duo drawled, sniggering secretly, "We can always go to Quatre's. I mean, he's got the biggest TV. And a buncha cute sisters to boot." Duo added, grinning lasciviously.

"You promised! Duo, don't you dare hit on my sisters!" Quatre exclaimed. The burning sensation of the spilt soup in his lap was momentarily forgotten as the blond turned around from the passenger seat to frown at his friend. Trowa could almost see the blue sparks shooting out of Quatre's eyes. He hid a smile. Quatre was the most affable of the group, but he was insanely protective of his sisters.

"Just kiddin', just kiddin'. Cool down, Q-man. You know I like to tease," Duo placated Quatre. Once satisfied that his friend's feathers were settled, he then resumed his conversation with Heero.

"So whadilit be, 'Ro? I can tell Wu to turn around right now," Duo continued.

Heero sighed again. Peering over his shoulder, he could see Relena briskly moving around, adding ingredients and stirring the batter for the chocolate cake they were making for dessert. She was trying to look normal, but her cheeks were still hot and he knew she was straining her ears trying to listen to his conversation.

The mood of the evening was already ruined. And if he told his friends to take a hike, who knew what they'd think he was up to. With a girl, no less. Anything Duo thought up would be far, far worse then anything that would actually take place. It'd be better to have them see that nothing was happening.

Shaking his head, he replied, "No, come on over, you're probably almost here, anyway." Exasperated, he started wiping his face with the kitchen towel he had slung over a shoulder, managing to remove most of the whipped cream.

"Right you are, buddy. See ya soon!"

"Laters."

With a dull click, Heero despondently replaced the receiver back into its cradle. His hand was still on it as his shoulders slouched. Heero leaned forward and slumped his forehead against the cool yellow and white tiles. They were bright and cheerful, but they certainly did not inspire in Heero such a mood. Not now, anyway. He suddenly felt drained. If he had more energy, he would bang his head against the wall like he wanted to previously.

"Um, Heero? Is someone coming over?" Relena softly inquired, walking towards him, the mixing bowl against her stomach, still stirring with the wooden spoon.

"Yeah, my friends," Heero replied, enthusiasm oozing off him in waves.

"You don't seem particularly thrilled," she said wryly. "Why didn't you just tell them 'no'?"

Heero heaved another sigh. He didn't want to tell her, but he probably should, just in case. It'd be good to get her ready to meet his friends. Especially Duo and Wufei, the more outspoken ones in his group.

"If I told them to turn back, they'd think we were doing more than just kissing."

Relena's eyebrows shot up. "Oh," she responded lamely. The pretty blonde felt another blush come on. She tried covering it by turning around and putting the bowl on the counter. Heero approached her, and her eyes widened when she felt him turn her around to face him. One of his large, warm hands tilted up her chin and Relena felt herself drowning in his Prussian blues. His other hand gently traced her lips. It was a nice, tingly sensation.

Is he going to kiss me again?

A smile. Heero leaned down.

"You've got whipped cream on your face, " he whispered in her ear, tickling every hair and follicle around the sensitive shell with his husky, warm breath. She felt a shiver go down her spine, and the sensation was almost as delicious as kissing. But not quite.

"Let me clean it off."

And with that, Heero gently kissed a path across her flushed cheeks, pausing to lick the sweetness off her slightly parted lips. He then pressed his lips more firmly against her moist ones, the slickness letting Heero's lips slide more smoothly across her own.

Relena sighed in contentment. Heero could kiss her all day and she wouldn't mind one bit.

She almost whimpered when it stopped.

Slowly opening her eyes, she could feel Heero's hot gaze on her. They were saying something. Something she couldn't quite read, but desperately wanted to. A promise, perhaps. Would they continue this later? Just as she was getting lost in the endless blue, he stepped back and broke the spell.

The look on her face, knowing he put it there, gave Heero an extreme surge of satisfaction.

"You should go wash up before they arrive. Your face is still powdery," he smirked.

"Hmpf," Relena replied audaciously. With a cheeky smile, she grabbed his sweater to lower him down and flicked the tip of her pink tongue against the corner of his lips, licking off remnants of the sweet cream. "I'm not the only one," she murmured. And with that, she saucily sauntered her way out of the kitchen.

Heero remained in the room, slowly shaking his head and grinning. Damnit if she wasn't spunky as hell. Living with this girl was gonna prove very interesting.

Still smiling, he made his way to the bathroom to wash off incriminating evidence.