a/n: I do not own Gundam Wing

Her fingers tunneled into his hair. The gun left from his hand. He had clicked the safety on, and as he shifted his weight from her wrists to her face, the gun slid from the sheets to the floor.

For once in his life, he didn't care that he wouldn't have easy access to it.

His fingers brushed over her face to the cravat at her neck. He began to untie it, letting the cloth hang open as he worked the buttons on her collar. It was too strange seeing her in any uniform that resembled the military. It was too unlike her. She deserved silk and jewels and anything befitting a queen. He had to get it off her. None of the horrors of war or death was supposed to touch her, and he associated uniforms with war.

Heero tugged at the buttons, opening her jacket to the camisole under it. It was white and lacey. Definitely something he didn't associate with war, and definitely not Treize.

One of her booted feet wrapped around his legs, pinning him in place.

"Relena," he spoke to her, his lips brushing her neck. He pressed another kiss to her throat, "We can't do this."

"Sure we can," she said, her hands moved underneath the suit coat he wore, pulling out the shirt that was tugged in. She could feel the muscles underneath, her fingers itched to touch. "We're adults. Consenting, intelligent adults. We can do whatever we want."

"My control will only last so much."

"Maybe, I think you're too controlled," she said, bending her head to nip as his ear, "I've waited too long for this, Heero, don't deny me what I want."

"What do you want, Relena?" he suddenly dreaded the answer. He had never before dreaded anything in life. He only knew that if she went the step further, he wouldn't be able to stop himself.

She said she loved him. No one had ever told him that.

"You. I want you-"

His mouth closed over hers.

It was like a whirlwind. His hands dragged down her sides, pulling her boots off and tossing them to the floor. She gasped as he gripped the sides of her jacket, the buttons flew as he jerked it the rest of the way open.

There was a strange look in his eyes. Like he had always closed himself off, and he was choosing this moment to let his emotions run loose. She had somehow managed to put a leak in the damn around him, and what he felt was pouring over her like some sort of flood.

Oh god, what was this? She tried to keep up with him, pulling the jacket off his shoulders. He looked wonderful in the old fashioned shirt-sleeves. She slipped her hands underneath the shirt and over his back. He was warm and steady, but she could feel the pulse thundering through him. A thought suddenly struck her.

Had he done this before?

It didn't matter if he had. Heero was his own person and she had no say in what he did and who he had done it with. Part of her was jealous, but her common sense told her that was ridiculous. His breath danced over her face as he pressed into her, pulling the shirt over her head. Relena had never been a self-conscious person, but she suddenly found herself nervous.

"Heero?" He slipped the bra off her, and she squeaked, moving to cover herself. He grabbed her arms and pinned them back to the bed. She could feel her face warming under his gaze. "Heero, wait-"

Leaning over, without saying a word, he touched his lips to her breasts.

She froze for a second, warmth spread through her, but she couldn't stop herself from shivering. "Are you cold?" he asked.

Relena shook her head.

His hips pinned her lower half to the bed. She could feel him through the breeches, and squirmed slightly. He gave a quick intake of breath, "Hold still," he ordered her.

Did he just order her? Relena gritted her teeth has his mouth trailed down her stomach. No one gave her orders. Locking her legs around his, she had the satisfaction of hearing him grunt as she flipped him on his back. Straddling his hips, she twisted slightly, unable to stop the whimper on her lips. He was hitting just the right spot.

"Relena," he held onto her hands, arching slightly under her. Her hair trailed down her back as she reached down and unbuttoned his trousers. It was his turn to gasp when her fingers brushed over him, "Relena, stop."

"You're taking too long," she said, her hands touched his skin. He wasn't a big man, but he was lean and powerful, "I've waited all these years. I'll be an old lady by the time-"

In a few quick moves, he flipped her back onto the bed, and pulled the breeches from her legs. It was then that she realized she was completely naked.

The breeches had completely molded her figure, and she hadn't worn underwear in case the lines would show. She hadn't really planned to half-seducing Heero into making love to her, but that was what happened. She tried to move again to cover herself, and he blocked her.

Then, in the dark, she saw something that made her freeze.

A wide smirk spread across his face.

She was like a feast for his eyes.

He had never been interested in having a sexual relationship with anyone, mostly because it was too much work. Of course, his trainers when he was younger had made her he understood the general ideas, but he had never applied them. Rollling his hips forward, pressing her closer against him, he heard her soft groan mixed with the rain against the windows.

Her hair fanned out on the bed around her. It was longer than it once was, and he imagined in his mind her legs wrapped around his waist again, he hair draped around them like a curtain-

Maybe another time.

No, this was something that he wanted for himself. All his life he had been doing things for others, sacrificing more of himself for the people and the greater good. Fighting and fighting and fighting so much that he was exhausted to the very core of his being. Just this once, he wanted to have something for himself. Something that was clearly his and didn't belong to anyone else. Relena clearly belonged to the people that she lead, and that her life would always be tied to theirs.

But this part of her would always belonged to him.

He rocked forward again, letting the sensations wash over him. For once, it was real to him. Life was not this hazy blur that passed around him. This was real and stuck out in his mind.

Relena reached down and began to pull the trousers down his hips. He had to feel her, had to feel what it was like to be inside her. There was nothing he could do to stop himself now. Leaning back, impatience caused him to yank the pants off and toss them to the side. Rolling back over, her gripped her legs, wrapping them around him.

She smelled like patchouli and rain. He buried his face in her neck, feeling her hands slide down his back, over his muscles, lining them with her fingers. Rocking once more, he froze over her, staring into her eyes to try and determine what move to make next.

There was no fear in her eyes at all.

Her head tilted slightly to the side, in that way she had of thinking. Her eyes were like the window to her soul. Even if she could make her face devoid of emotion, her eyes would blast her feelings loud and clear. She was nervous, determined, and there was a love that scared him. Nothing scared him, but what he saw in her eyes did.

Her skin was warm, and felt wonderful against his. Even if they had decided to stop then and there, he would remember the feeling for the rest of his life. Even if war erupted and dragged him to the ends of the universe, he would always remember this moment. Beautiful, blue eyes staring at him like he was her entire world.

"Say it again," he murmured to her.

Relena stared back at him as he touched his forehead to hers. She gulped, almost sensing what he was about to do. Up until that moment she had been confident, but now it was slipping.

"Heero?"

"Say it."

She nodded, worrying her lower lip. His hands left her waist, threaded together with her hands, pulling them over her head against the bed.

"I love you, Heero."

He moved inside her, his lips swallowed her cry. She stiffened slightly, taking a deep breath, and then another. "I'm sorry," he murmured to her, saying things he didn't know anything about. Trying to calm her, tell her not to worry. She never had to worry when she was with him, he would always be there to catch her.

Her eyes finally opened, looking back at him, and she relaxed slightly. He took the initiative to pull forward again, relishing her sigh against he lips. It was like he was burning alive. Hotter than anything he had ever felt.

"Love you," she told him again, following his movements with her own, "Heero...love you..."

She refused to close her eyes then. If he was going to watch her the whole time, she would be damned if she looked away. There was a look of concentration on his face, and it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. He pressed his cheek to hers, and her hands moved over his back, which was now damp. Gripping his hips, she urged him on.

Something climbed between them, and she felt like it was going to sweep them away to some other world. It was uncontrollable and was dragging her along no matter how hard she was trying to stop it.

"Don't hold back," his voice was so low in her ear that she had to think about what he was saying, "Stay with me and let go."

The fire was of their own making and it seemed to consume them. Relena couldn't stop her smile as he threw his hand back, loosing himself completely in it. In a rare moment of weakness, he sunk forward onto her chest, resting his head on her shoulder.

He listened to their breathing and the rain, feeling Relena's arms wrap around him. He knew he was heavy, but he couldn't bring himself to move away. For once, it felt like someone was protecting him instead of the way around.

Part of her did belong to him. This little part of herself that no one else would know. But, he had to be honest, and admit to himself the truth of the matter.

A part of him belonged to her too.