Author's Note: The fourth piece, revamped a bit. More to come. R&R muchly appreciated!

Italics: Characters' thoughts or foreign words.

Warnings: OC main character. Foul language.

Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. (Sigh...) Except for Wing; she's mine. The story's mine, too, so if you want to post it anywhere else, ask or I will find it in my heart to hunt you down and make you pay. >:)

Last Waltz

Part 1: Wing Gundam Zero

Chapter 4: Push Too Far

On the stoop, Relena, her hair swept up in a dramatic Roman-style coif, turned her Cupid's-bow lips down into a half-frown, half-pout. Her stilettos, antique Ferragamo sandals that complemented her evening gown, clicked impatiently on the landing's metal grating. Unlike she'd anticipated, Heero had not scrambled to open the door for her. Then again, the gorgeous man never scrambled for anything…except to throw himself in front of her when her life was in danger. She rapped on the door again, more insistently. "Heero? May I come in?" Her voice was so thick with need and desire that it all but choked the words.

Wing looked to her pilot. He was immobilized where he sat, hand creeping toward his jacket, clearly torn between evading Relena's attentions for the two hours until dinner and the appealing desire to shoot her on sight…neither of which was a realistic possibility for escaping the girl's heated ambitions. With Relena left alive to host the banquet, that was.

There was an audible, resolute sigh from the porch and Relena attempted to soothe Heero from where she stood, as one would placate a child. It helped to sooth her own twittering nerves. "Heero, relax. Don't worry about it. Everything will be fine…I'm coming in."

Wing realized with mortification that the girl was really going to follow through with her brilliantly laid, but woefully miscalculated plan. And she remembered too belatedly that Heero had given Relena a copy of his apartment key, so that were she ever in danger she could fall back to the safety of his safe house, weaponry and expertise. The Gundam froze, and the skin on the back of her neck prickled in horror as she watched the deadbolts snap back and the doorknob rattle its way to opening.

The unmistakable click-shinkclick of a semiautomatic being prepped to fire caught her attention, and Wing realized with a shock that Heero had made his decision. And it wasn't to put up with the princess. In a scenario that had plagued both Wing's darkest nightmares and her happiest dreams, the high-powered pistol Heero always kept at his side had transferred to his hand and was now leveled at the slowly opening door.

Oh god. Oh, god! Heero, NO! Without a moment's hesitation, she shouted her pilot's name. As he whirled to face her, she pulled down the collar of her sweater to expose her shoulder, pinned his body to the corner of the couch, took his face in her hands -- "Please forgive me...!"

-- and kissed him.

In a flurry of confusion and surprise, the pistol clattered to the floor and Heero's hands flew to Wing's waist to force his release. Wing resisted and kept her mouth stubbornly interlocked with his, tensing her back to ensure he couldn't pry her away and reach the gun.

At that precise moment, Relena walked through the door. "Heero, I—"

The blonde stood for a heartbeat, then reeled back as her brain fully processed what she was seeing, cracking her spine against the doorframe. Stunned to silence by the radiating pain, Relena watched her confidant and more-than-friend of three years passionately embrace his secretary…noting in horror as he touched the girl's body in ways Relena had so long hungered for, as the perfect, strong hands wrapped around the girl's waist and pressed into her milky skin, as the girl's nude shoulder arched with the pleasure of the kiss. Her mouth worked in shock.

Heero was dumbfounded; dazed and confused by the foreign emotions and sensations that now assaulted him. Gwin's warm fingers traced a gentle line along the plane of his jaw, and before his astonished eyes the room suddenly glittered and burst into a dazzling array of colors. There was a twinge somewhere in his mind, but before Heero could turn his attention to the alien feeling a wave of sexual desire crested over him and crashed behind his eyes, nearly choking him with its intensity. For a split-second he wondered, "Is this what it's like to be kissed?"

Not resisting any longer, he kissed her back fiercely as Relena looked on.

Slowly, deliberately, Wing released him, and smiled. Orbital. Just…orbital. The women on this colony were right to tremble as Heero walked by. Mind foggy, nearly forgetting why she'd grabbed Heero in the first place, she turned her expression on Relena.

Relena stood, utterly dumb for a moment, and still unable to call the words she desired ran screaming from the apartment, slamming the door behind her. Wing sighed in relief as the deterred and blessedly hale-and-hearty girl pounded her way down the metal staircase, to the street.

Heero glowered at Wing's innocent expression and stood violently, knocking her back onto the couch. The emotions and sensations were abating far too quickly, and he was becoming more awake with every new thought that assaulted him. He stalked to the street-side window and ripped the curtains aside. Far below, Relena's bowed figure fled along the orange-tinted sidewalk, shadowed by her obviously baffled transport. She was plainly in tears--

Back ramrod straight, Heero turned back to Gwin. "Why did you do that!" He demanded savagely.

Wing paused too long; winced as she felt the spark of anger coil in his chest and burst into rage, burning the effects of the kiss away. It was a fully sober, confused and enraged Heero that bore down on her.

She had well and truly fucked up this time. Wing looked everywhere but into his face, and tried to swallow her building panic. His tone of voice told her enough. There was no way she could explain the real reason to him--and telling him "No reason" would almost certainly get her shot.

So she choked out the only answer left. "You drew your gun on her."

Wing was no fool. She knew that she'd just reproached a man her social superior. Especially considering her relationship with Heero—not his lover, barely his friend—what she had just said was tantamount to treason. Frightened now, fully aware that there would be no diffusing the situation this time, she left the words dangling. But it was still enough. Heero's anger exploded brilliantly. White-hot sparks flew behind Wing's eyes, bright as any pain the Shining Ones had ever dealt her. But his voice was low and ominously soft; three words that were perfectly saturated with his rage as he leaned close to her.

"How dare you."

He was so close his breath brushed across her face. Facing the man who she had witnessed kill hundreds, knowing that he was contemplating killing her now, the human part of Wing's mind dropped into sudden, absolute terror. And with that, her control just shattered.