Title: Cherry Blossom 7/13

Author: Haruka

Disclaimer: I don't own GW.

Pairing: 1?

Rating: R

Warning: OOC, AU, angst, sap

Note: Thanks to my great beta silver-eyed! Enjoy and please read & gimmy feedback!

( ) means they are speaking in Japanese.

"Husband, this looks very nice on you," Ayako commented, looking on as Heero presided to turn around for her, as well as making faces to make her laugh.

"I agree, but don't you want any clothes? Not even just a dress or something?" Heero asked her as he walked over to her, putting his hands on her shoulders.

"If I find a dress, would you be happy?" she asked him, smiling at him.

"I guess so, I just want you do find something you'd like for yourself, not for me," he said.

Suddenly there was a loud clap of thunder overhead. Heero look up at the glass covered ceiling to see that it was raining, hard. He suddenly felt Ayako hold on to him.

"What's wrong?" he asked her.

"Storms frighten me."

"I see, well why don't we go to the first floor of the mall. That way you won't see the rain and most likely won't hear it much," he suggested and she nodded. They walked towards the elevators. Just as they stepped into one, Heero saw a bunch of reporters running towards them.

"Shit, frickin' sales clerks," he murmured under his breath and repeatedly pressed the 'Close Door' button. The doors closed, they were safe from the reporters for now. The elevator started to descend. A loud clash of thunder sounded, and the elevator jerked to a stop mid-floor; the lights flicking off and the red emergency light whirred on. Ayako screamed and clung to Heero. He wrapped his arms around her.

"Don't be scared, I'm here," he tried to reassure her. Heero held onto her tightly; placing her between him and the wall of the elevator. He looked down at her, her beautiful soft face contorted in fear, holding on to him, making him feel strong and needed. But with her pressing herself against him like that was beginning to turn him on.

He mentally kicked himself for not having much control in a situation where she completely dependent on him. But the faint flower and honey smell from her hair, and her body pressed up against his, was driving him wild quickly.

"Ayako..." Heero croaked out. Damn, he hadn't meant it to sound like that. She looked up at him and he looked into those gorgeous deep emerald green eyes... what the hell, and he gave in.

He kissed her slowly, trying to hold back the hunger gnawing at him so he didn't scare her, giving her time to move away. But instead of doing the proper thing, Ayako responded just as strongly to the kiss. She wound her arms around his neck. Heero responded by wrapping his around her waist. Soon what had started out as a gentle kiss was soon a full blown heated make-out session of pent-up sexual need.

The kisses became more really fast. Almost hungrily, they practically devoured each others mouths and necks. Ayako felt as if she was on fire. She quickly forgot about being stuck in an elevator and about the thunder that roared on outside as her heart created its own thunder as Heero's mouth worked magic on her neck; licking and kissing the skin, driving her wild as his hands roamed over all her body.

She looked up at him in a daze, his deep cobalt blue eyes stripping her, making her cheeks red. Everything about him was intoxicating; his smell, his touch and his kisses... Her left shoulder was exposed and Heero wasted no time kissing her there. His hands roamed down her back side, pulling her close against him, showing her what she did to him as she felt his arousal against her belly.

She moaned as he grinded himself against her. Ayako's lips attacked his then she slid down, trailing wet kisses till she reached his partly exposed chest.

"Ayako... " he started, trying to get his breathing under control. She looked up at him with glazed eyes.

"Do you love me?" he asked, not realizing that he was holding his breath.

"Yes, I love you, Heero Yuy," she said it, she confessed her love for him, even if it was inside an unmoving elevator. If only that could be enough... but once he found out her secret, her loving him wouldn't matter, she knew. Love was not enough. So for that, she wanted to have as much of him as she could. Heero smiled at her, having finally let out the breath he had been holding, then he kissed her gently on the lips.

The elevator suddenly jerked and it continued to go down until it stopped and the doors opened. But rescuers were not what Heero and Ayako found. Instead they were swamped by flashing lights and shouted questions. Reporters swarmed to the elevator door.

"Mr. Yuy, Mr. Yuy! Mr. Yuy! Is that your fiancée? What were you two doing in the elevator?"

"Miss Watase! Are you and Mr. Yuy sexually involved?"

"Are you two secretly married?"

"Where did you meet?"

All the reporters yelled out there questions, each trying to out shout the others in hopes of getting their question answered. Heero gritted his teeth, he hated this part of his life. He grabbed the shopping bags, and with a firm grip on a very shy Ayako, pushed through the crowd, telling himself that if anyone tried to block his way he'd knock that idiot's lights out. If only it was that easy to get rid of them, it'd just give them more to chew on. He grounded his teeth again.

"Mr. Yuy, do you have anything to say?" a reporter asked. Heero ignored him and continued with the shopping bags and Ayako. Just as they where almost at the mall exit, someone pulled at Ayako, making her fall backwards.

"Ayako!" Heero yelled out and turned around quickly to help her up. He wheeled on the news reporter that had grabbed Ayako. His gaze narrowed at the reporter's logo then did the same to the others closest to Ayako. As though nothing had happened, Heero turned back around to the exit without another word, leaving some of the reporters in the lobby of the mall.

It was still raining hard outside. The valet ran out and got their Cadillac SUV. Heero carefully placed Ayako into the passenger seat, then shoved the shopping bags into the back and ran to the front and jumped into the drivers seat. All the while the braver of the reporters continued to snap pictures and film them until they drove off.

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Once home, Heero brought the still dazed Ayako up into her room. "Are you alright?" he asked her.

"Yes. I'm going to go take a bath, if that's alright," she said looking up at him. He put her down on her bed and was inspecting her head.

"Well no blood or bumps, you should be ok," he told her, frowning at some place on the wall. Those damn reporters, what if- She kissed his cheek and made her way to her bathroom. Heero watch her go, smiling at the woman who had changed his life.

He walked over to the door and softly knocked, "Ayako, if you feel worse in any way, tell me, I'll get a doctor," he said to her through the door. He heard her say a soft 'Thank you' . As he turned to leave the room, something on the nightstand caught his eye. There stood a single well maintained black and white photo of a boy about six years old with an older man.

Heero picked it up. He had never noticed the photograph. The man in the picture was holding up the boy playfully. Both were smiling, full of happiness. No doubt a father and son. Heero placed the picture back, deciding he'd ask her later who they were. He made his way to his own shower and went to bed shortly thereafter.

TBC