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Warning for those who care: Lemon inside
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Chapter Four
Three knocks resounded throughout Heero's guest quarters. Rising from his inert position at the barren desk, Heero sighed and in spite of his desire to remain alone, he opened the door. Standing before him was Relena; a bright smile was plastered on her pale face. Her honey bond hair was pulled back into a bow. She wore a beige skirt suit. Heero was beginning to notice a pattern to Relena's style of dress. Either her hair was up or down. Her attire was the constant companion of a skirt with a matching suit jacket. Heero himself wore a pair of worn khakis and a green striped button up-shirt.
"Good afternoon," Relena murmured taking in Heero's choice of clothing. Heero watched as her smile faltered when she leaned towards him to embrace him in a hug and did nothing to reciprocate the action. He allowed her small arms to encircle him. Seemingly powerless, Heero endured her touch until she released him and turned away. Heero closed the door, wordlessly behind him as he followed her downstairs. Heero had requested breakfast in his room. He wanted to prolong the moment in which he would have to see her again. Heero found he slightly embarrassed by his reaction or rather lack thereof.
After they had descended two flights of stairs and approached the kitchen, Heero began to wonder if taking his breakfast in his room had upset Relena. Her body language stiff and her shoulders were squared as if preparing for a battle that would be hard won.
Shaking his head, Heero leaned against the door frame of the kitchen's entrance while Relena busied herself making a cup of tea. She had offered him some, but he respectfully declined. They both watched the kettle after it had been placed on the right eye of the stove.
"How have you been? Really been, Heero?" Relena asked her back to him.
Heero grunted a response, unsure if a verbal reply would suffice Relena's desire for intimate details. Resisting the urge to turn away and leave the room, Heero waited for Relena to either reiterate her question or leave him alone. He knew she would ask.
A low growl met his silence. "I have waited a long time to see you, Heero. I expect you-no-I should not expect you to understand what this means to me."
Relena turned to face him, "I want you to know, probably something that you already know, that I care for you."
Walking toward Heero, Relena reached for one of his calloused hands and gripped it tightly. A few moments later, Relena leaned into Hero and he could not help but embrace her. "Maybe…maybe," Heero mumbled as he pulled her closer to him, possessively.
Minutes later, Heero still had not released his long standing charge from his grasp, not even when the tea kettle began to scream incessantly. Glaring at the steam that rose from the kettle, Heero made his way over to the stove with Relena clinging to his left arm. He lifted the kettle off of the eye while Relena turned off the eye. As soon as her arm cleared the stove, Heero swept Relena off of her feet and allowed his long dormant emotions to guide his movements.
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He started with her toes. They were bare and pale with tinges of pink. They were soft and smooth. He ran his fingers the length of her left foot and then her right foot. He slowly kissed each individual toe and inhaled her lightly perfumed scent. Heero made his way up her body as he rubbed his hands over her bare calf. He massaged her left calf first and then transferred over to her right. Heero was beginning to remind himself of a very horny Wen after knocking back a few drinks.
Instead of waiting for Heero to make his slow trek up to her lips, Heero watched as slim fingers grasped the collar of his shirt and tugged. Heero braced himself as he glided over her body, he met her hips first. They were wider than the remembered. Not the small girlish hips of the past, they belonged to a woman now. Heero leaned forward and nuzzled Relena's navel, exposed as she arched into his face. Her suit jacket long ago thrown onto the carpet when they had entered the room was not an obstacle that Heero had to overcome.
Pressing his lips into the soft flesh warmed by arousal, Heero passed over her breasts. The small mounds were well centered. Heero had not noticed if they had grown or were merely the same prizes that Relena had maturated during the war. Regardless of their roots, Heero pressed his lips against each one carefully and gently. He nearly paused at the sound of Relena's low moan. Heero noted that she was full of guttural moans and groans. The sounds were expressing how Relena must have felt for a while. Heero reasoned that his silence to her for the last few years had had an impact on Relena in ways that he was sure that he did not know.
Heero skipped Relena's lips and sought out her hair. It, unlike the rest of her, had a muted scent. Each individual strand was different. In the midst of the crème colored pillow and matching comforter and carpet, the golden brown strands splayed out. He leaned forward and inhaled as much as his lungs could take and held his breath. Closing his eyes, Heero could feel the strain of his body wanting to collapse onto Relena's. There was a battle raging within him and his carnal side was viciously trying to coerce his reason into following suit.
Heero did not stop Relena from grabbing his hips. He exhaled as her hands began to explore beneath his shirt. Silk hands and needy fingertips rubbed his bare stomach. They reached his shoulders and retreated back to his stomach. They created invisible patterns. Heero relaxed and allowed those manipulatively playful hands to unbutton his shirt and expose his chest. Heero inhaled Relena's scent once more before moving to accommodate her desire for his shirt to be removed completely.
Heero glared down hard as their eyes met. Relena stared up at him unwavering. Had she waited for him? Straddling her hips, Heero never lost eye contact as he bent over her until he was an inch from her countenance. Their noses brushed and he was sure that Relena could read the unspoken question in his hesitance. Instead of answering, Relena's nimble fingers roughly forced the button clasping his jeans together apart.
Without waiting for a response, Relena lifted herself to meet Heero, "Did you?" she asked.
"Depends," Heero answered, "Intercourse, no. I did participate in heavy petting."
Relena nodded up at him, "I waited, and it's now or never."
Cradling her face, Heero knew that she wasn't lying. Possessing her lips, Heero didn't stop.
Clothes soon disappeared. The atmosphere of the room shifted as a heavy musk began to infiltrate the air. The smell of sex was like a haze, a mist that had settled in the room like a permanent fixture. Heero wanted Relena. He wanted so badly to be one with her. Inside of her, nothing seemed –it was as if he had never spent time a part from her. With each thrust, each consuming kiss, Heero's resolve to leave weakened. He had waited so long for her, for this. It boggled him, how she met his every need, she griped him tightly, both inside and out. Her walls seemed too charged with energy and squeezed him with every meeting. Her legs wrapped around him, her tongue seemed to know how to lead him without dominating. When he lay on his back, she rode him slowly, their lips mere millimeters a part, her hair acting as a curtain around their faces, obscuring them from reality.
He was excited by the way her breasts bounced with each movement. They seemed to be throwing a show of their own. Hungrily, he reached for them wanting to touch them, to be nursed by them. Ravaged by the sexual intimacy he felt in this moment, Heero tried to commit this moment to memory. How many times would he be able to be with her like this? How long would this last?
Pressing his lips tenderly against Relena's temple, Heero pulled her close. He didn't know what Relena had planned for him. Feeling something stir within himself, Heero played with his lover's hair until he drifted into a state of semi sleep. He never really slept, he only pretended to. For if he waited for sleep to come, for his mind to shut down completely, then she would come calling to him, offering him her innocence.
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Heero was surprised that he allowed himself to dwell in the fantasy that Relena created for him. Heero was aware of the other Gundam pilots and their interest in making him happy. Heero was truly unsure if this lifestyle, with Relena in a world of politics and public opinion was where he belonged. Heero quietly bided his time as Relena prepared for the event that would introduce the Terra Project to the Earth Sphere Unified Nation (ESUN).
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Hilde paced back and forth, "Duo, are you anywhere near ready for bed?"
Hilde heard Duo's low grumbles and stepped quickly to the left as a pair of shoes flew past her.
"I'm almost done," Duo's defeated voice drifted out from the depths of the closet. "I just thought I could find it. I could have sworn that I put it in here."
Hilde shrugged and began picking up the clothes strewn over the floor. Duo had been in there for quite some time mumbling about something that he wanted to give Heero.
Hilde turned to face the closet, "Duo, have you talked to Heero recently?"
"Have you met the guy? He doesn't talk to anyone unless it's about a mission or to let me know that I should leave him the hell alone."
Hilde shook her head, stilling her laughter, "He moved in with Relena. She called me and told me that they're intimate now. She's hoping that he'll open up to her soon." Hilde distinctly heard the sound of something heavy falling. She wondered lightly if that was the antique bowling ball pairs that they had bought for their last anniversary.
She watched as Duo crawled out of the closet on all fours clutching his hip-length braid. The shock was apparent on his face. Hilde smirked and turned to finish folding the three shirts she had picked up off the floor on their bed. She leaned forward and smoothed the soft brown bedspread.
"Do you think they're in love, Hilde?"
Stiffening at Duo's question, Hilde tried to answer as honestly as she could, "Yes and no. I do think that Relena is in love with Heero, he is her hero, her knight in shining armor, but she doesn't understand him. Not really. Heero," Hilde shrugged and moved the shirts into her lap as she sat down on the bed. Duo had gathered the clothes around him into a pile as he listened to Hilde continue speak.
"Heero," Hilde began again, "Heero, has to find himself. I mean, I know he's spent time away from us, but I don't think he knows what he wants out of life. I think he's waiting, like this is his next mission. Dr. J's dead, right? The next mission isn't coming Duo and I'm not sure if Heero is aware of it yet."
Hilde looked up and met her fiancé's eyes, "He's got all the time in the world right? I mean, yeah, Relena wants him now and I have to admit that I agree with her, but the bottom line is that Heero has to do what's right for him. I mean what kind of life is defined by being someone's hero all the time."
Hilde responded to Duo statement with silence. She hadn't the slightly clue how to help either Relena or Heero. She didn't have the time to be concerned with either of their issues. Wanting to aid a friend in need was one thing, to try and manipulate their lives was quite another.
"Do the others know?" Duo asked quietly.
"Quatre knows which means that everyone knows. He does have a bit of a habit of speaking to everyone. Well, rationalizing with the need for having everyone's opinion."
Smirking, Duo nodded in agreement, "Quatre is like me, his own public relations manager. Let's get to bed. Tomorrow is another day."
Hilde tossed the folded shirts to Duo, "Finish cleaning before you turn out the lights, God of Death." Hilde crawled to her side of the bed and turned out the left bedside lamp. She pulled off her work jumper, chuckling at the cat calls she received from Duo as she revealed her scantily clad body.
"Hey! No throwing clothes on the floor, can't you see that I'm cleaning? No respect." Rolling her eyes at Duo's playful jests, Hilde curled up beneath the covers and sighed contentedly.
"Not even going to shower or brush your teeth? Eww, Hilde I can't believe I love waking up next to you." Hilde made a point of raising her right hand and gesturing what she thought of his waking up next to her.
Laughter met her answer before she felt his body land beside her. "Everything put away?"
"No more mess," Duo answered. "No more clothes either."
Smiling, Hilde flung one arm around Duo's neck and was dragged closer. Sleep tugged at her vision and she succumbed in the embrace of her love. A thought pulled at her just before she allowed herself to drift, "Duo, what were you looking for?"
"Couldn't find it, doesn't matter anyway. Tomorrow is a traveling day. We need all the rest we can get," Duo mumbled. Not in the mood to inquire further, Hilde silenced her mind and was at peace.
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Relena stared at the mirror. The woman hesitantly meeting her eyes held a worried expression on her face. Smoothing her pale blue dress, Relena attempted to smile. This was what she wanted. Everything in her life was now in relative order. With the Terra Project complete and its ceremonial presentation to her constituents happening within the hour, Relena was beginning to doubt her reality. Heero had not left her side. She awoke every morning to find him beside her. They ate breakfast together and had lunch and dinner together as often as her schedule would allow. Heero fit so perfectly into her prepackaged life that Relena didn't want to question why Heero was doing what he was doing. She wanted to continue to believe; even falsely that Heero wanted what she wanted.
Relena perked up at the sound of her preparation room door opening. "Ten minutes to show time!" Hilde chirped as she walked in. Oh, how Relena wished she could feel as carefree as Hilde appeared.
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," Relena replied turning her back to her confused reflection. Now was not the time to recant or delude herself. Heero belonged to her. He would have left by now if he hadn't wanted to be with her. Relena was convinced that he was there for the long haul. Relena believed this even as dread began to take root in her stomach.
Within minutes, Relena was introduced before an audience that spanned across the communicating universe. All eyes would be upon her, even the eyes of her future rival.
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Can you guess who?
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