Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing
She liked to work in the garden.
Heero stood in the living room and watched her out of the window. It had been a week since he brought her to the little house in the woods. At first, he was afraid she would bawk at it, but Relena had only smiled and started to plant roses in the front.
She wore a hat on her head because she sunburned easily, and she was wearing jeans and a tank top. Digging the shovel in the ground, she made a hole big enough for the new plant. He had already offered to help her dig, since she was still recovering. Relena had told him no, and said that it was a good way to get her aggression out for the day.
Her mind was always turning, never resting. Of course, he was once to talk. The table was covered with his laptop and papers and draft paper...plans for the operation that was being formed to deal with the Awakeners. They had attacked the capital building last week, after the news leaked that President Darlin wasn't really dead.
They were searching for her.
"Heero," she walked into the house, taking off her shoes, "How does it look?"
He stared at the garden. It was in a perfect circle around the tree in the yard. She planned to have the roses grow, one of them would climb over the tree trunk.
"Fine."
Relena made a face at him, "If I didn't know you better, I would have been offended by that. Do you want some tea?"
"Sure."
This was a normal day for them. He would work, and she would relax. She cooked meals because she said it was fun, and he would watched her when she wasn't looking.
She was so beautiful.
Relena set the kettle on the stove, humming slightly to herself.
In another time a place, in other circumstances, this would have been perfect. They would be just some normal people living normal lives. She went to the market every morning to get supplies or to just wander. She had made friends with the neighbors. Everyone liked her. No one here recognized her as the president, so she could be herself.
She looked like she was happy. Happy for the first time in years.
There was a slight sad look in her eyes as she watched the kettle. Sometimes he would catch that look on her face, like she was having some much fun and then would remind herself that it wasn't real, and then she was sad.
He didn't want her to be sad.
"What tea would you like?" she ruffled through boxes on the counter, "We've got some good stuff from the market-" She gasped as he leaned forward, his arms caging her against the counter, "Heero?"
"I don't have a preference."
She nodded, a wide-eyed look on her face. Setting the tea down on the counter. The kettle continued to cook.
"You look better," he said, "Your color is back."
She nodded again, quietly.
He was a head taller than her, the right height to set his chin on top of her head. He wanted to touch her. For once, they weren't president and guard. They were just Heero and Relena.
Living in a house in the middle of the woods.
Alone.
Lady Une had warned him to behave himself.
She smelled like the roses she had been planting. Heero brushed his nose over hers, "Relena?"
"Hm?" her eyes were drifting close.
"I'm going to kiss you."
"Okay."
It was a good thing he never liked listening to authority.
He slanted his lips over hers.
It was like touching something infinitely soft. He had never kissed a girl before. Never cared about whether he had or not, since the only girl who had never been afraid of him was Relena. He didn't like it when people were afraid of him. It was so troublesome.
Her hand gently touched his face.
Oh, he liked it that she was so confident.
His hands rest on her hips. She had lost some weight since the accident. He softly kissed her, not wanting to hurt her, not wanting to force her into anything. He would make the next move when he was completely sure she was okay.
Relena tilted her head back, and nipped his bottom lip.
Oh hell. He growled and latched his arms around her, careful of her wounds. Her mouth opened and he tasted her. The warm spring filled his mind, a taste of mint from the leaves she had nibbled on out of the garden. Pressing her back into the counter, she was bending slightly over his arm. He turned her slightly to his shoulder, resting her head there, taking a breath to try and slow himself down.
There was a smile on her face.
He wanted to kiss it.
"Heero?"
"Hm?" it was his turn to be inarticulate.
"I've been waiting for that for a long time."
He stared at her for a second, and couldn't stop the smile the turned up the edges of his lips, "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
He leaned forward to brush his lips over hers again only to have her jump and yip loudly as the kettle went over. Heero chuckled slightly as he released her, and she turned off the flame. Her hands were shaking. Turning to look at him from where he leaned against the counter, the smile spread into a wide smirk.
She wasn't shaking because she had been startled by the kettle.
"I like tea," she turned back at the kettle, putting some tea inside, "I wouldn't mind having some every day."
Heero watched her for a moment, and heard his laptop beep from an incoming message. Wufei had some new information for him. Turning back to the living room, he knew a bright smile was on her face.
"Neither would I," he said.
She knew they weren't talking about tea.