Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing
There were soft knocking sounds at the door. Or was that rubbing? No. A knock. A very soft knock.
"Whhhha—" She groaned.
There was a little more knock and a little less petting on the door the second time.
Taking a deep breath, she tried, again. "Whhhhat?"
Heero's chest contracted in a small, silent laugh, behind her
The door opened clumsily. There was a thud-thud-thud before two small hands pressed down on the bed, pulling the tiny, but strong body up.
"Ehm-morn, Leyna," said a shrill voice as the two year old started climbing up the guests, one knee and elbow at a time.
Relena suddenly awoke, completely, pulling the blanket against her already partially covered, naked chest, as she blinked several times to clear the sleep from her eyes. "Jordan? No—"
As she discouraged his assault, the boy threw himself, head first, at her, slamming his skull into her throat
"Owh," she choked, followed by a few desperate coughs to see that she could, in fact, still breathe.
The boy sat back on her belly, wide-eyed for a moment. "I sew sawry," he cried, locking flimsy his surprising powerful arms around her neck and burying his head in her bosom with oddly placed, but sincere kisses to make up for the injury.
"No," Relena said softly, petting his thick brown hair. "It's okay."
Her attention was pulled away from the boy by the Asian pilot's light laughter. When she looked at him, there was only a hint of a smile on his face as he stared at her, coddling her godson. Something twinkled in his eyes, as he set his face into sternness. The acute admiration created a domino effect of emotions. She was overcome with joy at the flattery, overflowing in a blushing smile, and then she was reminded of her blight, and saddened, which brought back the anger. Swallowing back her feelings, she smiled, again, to assure him of her strength, and turned to face the boy.
"Jordan. Baby, I need you to go."
"Leyna!" He cried, hopping up and down on her abdomen.
"No! No 'Leyna'. You need to leave, Baby. I'm—not dressed. You have to go."
He continued play, making her modesty hard to maintain.
"Please?" She begged.
"I whaya go-seep," he said, pulling at the covers between the couple.
"No," Relena said in a panicked tone, as she pressed down to seal the blanket to the bed.
Heero leaned forward as he took charge. "Jordan. Stop."
"Haiyo!"
"Have you gone potty?"
The boy finally stopped bouncing, looking bewildered at the question for a moment. "Pahee?"
Heero nodded solidly.
The boy pouted for effect, before climbing messily off of the battered princess. The sulking turned suddenly to playful excitement. "I go pahee!" He shouted, as he disappeared into the hall.
Relena laughed in relief, only to notice there was a problem. They were still in bed naked, and the door was still wide open. To make matters worse, Relena's ears perked to the sound of the door at the end of the hall opening.
Duo and Hilde were up.
"Hey, Jordan," Duo groaned as he paused at the door. "Don't forget to pull your pants down all the way, this time."
Relena ducked behind the covers, trying to hide her blushing face at the sound. Heero simply shook his head, unable to do anything, considering his state of undress.
"Uh, Babe," Hilde said in a frantic tone, quickly approaching Duo's position from behind. "I'll brew the coffee. Can you grab my—robe?"
There was a confused moan of compliance.
Hilde squeaked, "Thanks!" Dainty little feet quickly tiptoed toward the guestroom. When Hilde leaned into the room, she had her hand up, like a tiny wall, blocking her view. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she whispered, pulling the door shut for her friends.
Relena felt the heat rush her cheeks and ears as she melted into laughter.
When she collapsed into Heero's arms, he wrapped her close, sighing with a sense of ease. "Feeling better?" He asked softly.
"Mmhmm," she hummed.
Heero studied her for a long moment, looking intrigued, and then smiled.
"What?" She groaned, still glowing.
"You look beautiful in the morning," he said, in a very serious tone.
Relena sniggered at the emotionless voice used for the kind comment. His stoic style was just the top layer of a truly kind and passionate person, but the superficial value of his speech pattern lost him no more points for attractiveness than his godlike physical form would have.
She beamed up at him. "I love you," she whispered, cuddling closer.
"Hn," he answered, drowning the room in silence, again.
With a deep breath, Heero pried her away. "Rest," he said sternly. "I'll get some coffee."
She whined a little, clinging to him with her fingertips as he rolled off the far side of the bed. Donning a pair of boxers, he leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead, and then walked away.
He stopped in the doorway of the kitchen, observing Duo's zombie-like behavior. Every couple of seconds, the man, clad in loose, smiley face print pajamas, yawned loudly, stretching and scratching at whatever part of his body felt it needed attention. At one point, he rose, standing head first into the corner of a wall cabinet, and then stumbled back, rubbing his head furiously while grumbling various obscenities.
When he noticed his comrade in the doorway after several minutes, he looked somewhere between surprised and still asleep, with his eyes half lidded.
"Oh," Duo said, in a still groggy voice as he noticed Heero's sleepwear. "Hey, Buddy. I thought you were already up, when I didn't see you on the couch."
Heero passed him by, giving no answer, but pulled two coffee mugs down and began mixing.
"You owe Relena an apology," he finally stated in disapproval.
"Huh? Ah, man! What did I say?"
Heero hesitated. "You'd better not bring it back up. Just apologize."
"Hmph," Duo scoffed. "Hil always says I can't apologize unless I know what I'm sorry for."
"Are you sorry you hurt her feelings?"
Duo's face dropped, his brows knitting with concern. "I did?"
"Are you sorry?"
"Yeah, yeah. Of course, man. I would never—"
"Then apologize. Simple."
Duo frowned, looking into his cup. "Yeah. I will."
Feet brought both soldiers' attention to the doorway.
"Cute butt," Hilde said with a mischievous grin.
"Thanks, Babe," Duo smiled.
"I wasn't talking to you."
His face sunk in disappointment.
"Good morning to you, too," Heero answered.
Jordan, who sat on her hip, looked back into the living area. "Leyna!" He exclaimed.
Relena came into view smiling like the morning sun. She was wearing only a pair of short, black pajama shorts and Heero's discarded shirt from the night before.
"Why, hello legs," Duo said, giving her bare feet and ankles a longer look than necessary as she made her way to the table.
Relena flushed, pulling herself into a seat.
Heero chose to keep quiet as he approached her to serve the steaming cup of caffeine. His eyes were also lingering on her porcelain skin, until he was at her side. A look of amorous interest crossed his features when he met her gaze, pushing the hot liquid to her.
She offered him a soft and grateful smile.
Duo stood off to the side, squinting at them suspiciously through a headache. When Relena met his stare, Heero followed her line of sight. For the first time since they'd met him, he remained intentionally quiet as he pondered something.
"I see what you're doing," he finally said through a grin. "I don't know what I said, last night, but you're not going to get me this time." He pointed at Relena. "It's too obvious. I'm not taking the bait," he growled, making her laugh.
"That wasn't an apology, Duo," Heero answered.
The long haired man's face drooped. With a despondent sigh, he looked at Relena. "I don't know what I said, Princess, but I'm sorry I hurt your feelings."
Her eyes misted with a warm smile. "Apology accepted," she answered in a soft tone.
He settled in the chair across from her, nursing his own cup of coffee as he watched both guests warily. Their behavior was normal for all intents and purposes, but it looked as though they had actually slept together the night before—which could possibly be the most important event of Duo's life, thus far. But what if they're setting me up? His eyes narrowed at the thought. He pursed his lips, studying their behavior for the minor cues that would give up the truth, but true to form, there were none.
Time ticked by with only the sound of Hilde and Jordan arguing over breakfast as Duo pondered his next move.
"Sooooo," he sang, eyeing the princess. "What do you have planned, while you're in town?"
"To sleep in," she jested.
Duo shook his head. "Mark that one off your list."
Relena took a deep breath, looking from her friend to his wife, and back, again. "It's just—I've been so busy, you know? I missed you guys." She gave them a soft smile. "I love you, you know."
"Bah," Duo hacked, as though to blow her off. After a moment, he peered at her from the corner of his eye. "I love you, too," he grumbled.
"So what's next, Lena?" Hilde asked.
Relena's eyes were bright with thoughts of vacation. "I'm not really sure, yet. Earth, I know." She looked to Heero for an answer.
He took another swig of his beverage before speaking. "Mexico."
Relena glowed.
"Mexico?" Hilde responded. "What's in Mexico?"
"We're going on a food tour," Relena said. "I get to try all the world's best dishes, made fresh by the experts; people of heritage."
"So are you going to hit Ireland for whiskey?" Duo quipped.
Relena blushed at the reference. "It's up to Heero," she answered.
"Oh, Heero," Duo continued. "You can't neglect the drinks."
Heero eyed him with an unreadable expression. "I'm undecided on Ireland."
Relena grinned, drifting into a slight daydream. "I would love to see the land. It's said to be so beautiful, there."
Heero studied her expression silently, before he answered her with a simple nod.