AN: This is the missing scene from Chapter 13. For more mature audiences…it is NOT necessary to the plotline, so if you don’t like lemons, please do not feel pressured to read it.

This is my first attempt at a lemon…well, first published attempt. Please forgive me if it’s bad, I really did try. J Thanks for reading, Love Rose

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I do not own Gundam Wing.  This fan fiction has no commercial value and I am not making any kind of profit or income off of this.  

Interlude

Heero led Relena back to his dorm room; neither spoke a word as they made the trip across the crowded quad. Several people glanced curiously in their direction. Heero was never seen actually enjoying the company of a woman’s presence - he referred to most that he came in contact with as annoyances- and it was even more unusual to see him smile.

They arrived at his room, still holding hands, and went inside. Heero wanted no interruptions, so he put his roommate’s designated symbol, a red tie, on the doorknob, and locked the door. He turned around and looked at the beautiful woman standing in his room, a slight blush coloring her cheeks, her golden hair all aglow from the afternoon sun streaming in through the blinds on his dormitory window. There was still so much left unresolved between them, and it hung in the air, casting a shadow on the road they had started down.

“Relena, I’m sorry…” Heero began.

A slight frown crossed her face, and she turned away to hide her feelings. “For what, Heero?” She asked calmly.

“For a lot of things.”

“I don’t need your pity,” she said quietly, squaring her shoulders, but still not able to face him.

“It’s not pity…it’s, Relena, I didn’t want this to happen to you. I hate that you’re a fugitive because you were protecting me. I’m supposed to be the one protecting you….”

At his words, she turned and met his gaze. His deep blue eyes were no longer cold like the icy sea after a storm – they were instead swirling with a mixture of emotions too complex to name, but which silently spoke that he was hurting, too. All these years, and he had been just as miserable as she had been. She felt herself being drawn to him from across the room.

“I didn’t mean it when I said I hated you – I never meant…” She reached out and placed a delicate finger on his lips looking up at him with her eyes full of understanding and forgiveness.

Slowly, he leaned down and covered her mouth with searching lips; they met in a soft kiss, which quickly deepened. He was pleased to find that she returned it with equal passion, melting and molding into his tight embrace.

She suddenly felt hot and cold all over – his skin burned on hers as his mouth trailed gently down her jaw and to her neck. She sighed and closed her eyes to block out rational thought and her nagging conscience. He quickly divested her of the gabardine wool jacket and neatly pressed cotton blouse. She gasped as the cold air hit her chest and awakened logic for a brief moment. Her eyes flew open and she pulled back only to drown in depths of blue emotion.

He looked at her for a moment before his insistent mouth came down on hers again. He forced himself to express his wanton need in a much more delicate manner than his urges commanded. He was fairly certain, or at least he hoped, that this was her first time and he wanted to be gentle with her – always wanting to protect her from the shadows of human life.

She felt his hands grip her wrists – guiding her hands to the top button of his dress shirt. With trembling fingers she worked the buttons open, and slid her palms over his hairless chest, relishing the feeling of his skin beneath her fingertips as they danced down to the waistband of his slacks. She pulled his shirt out of his pants, and then peeled it off his arms, pressing her barely covered breasts against him.

Once his arms were free again, he placed both hands on either side of her face and kissed her again, this time with more fervor as he nipped lightly at her mouth, chin, then neck as a newfound force took over his actions. He had never been one to lose himself in his emotions, but some primal urge was fueling his movements. The walls built by years of deprivation and neglect suddenly came crashing down. He couldn’t get her bra off fast enough as he crushed her body closer to his own.

A moan escaped his lips as she kissed a trail from his neck down to his chest, biting at his nipples. He slid his hands down to the top of her skirt, and tugged violently at the zipper holding it closed. The minor nuisance fell to the floor.

He pulled away long enough to gaze at her delicate form with desire-laden eyes, and found he was quickly losing control. He picked her up and laid her on the bed, pinning her body down with his own.

She sighed his name in quiet alarm, as she felt the last of her clothing disappear and looked up into smoldering eyes. He was staring down at her, trying to get himself under control so as not to hurt her; she looked so innocent, yet completely sensual gazing up at him with complete trust and vulnerability. He quickly undid his belt buckle, and unbuttoned his jeans. Relena sat up, and laid her head on his shoulder for a moment. He froze, waiting for her to tell him that they couldn’t do this – it wasn’t right. But those words never came. Instead, she met his eyes, and reached over to help him unzip his pants. Her hand traveled further, and his eyes closed in blissful agony at her touch.

He moaned again, and jerked her hand away - still trying to restrain his desire - then stood up to remove the last barrier to their pleasure. He joined her in the bed, pulling her soft yielding form forcefully against him. He held her close like that for a moment, letting her adjust mentally to what his kisses and caresses were demanding of her.

Battle-roughened hands traveled over her silken skin, the calluses catching slightly as they moved gently up her body. She shivered under his touch, and looked up at him expectantly. He brought his mouth down hard on hers again.

He had always been able to control his emotions, but as she returned his kiss passionately, her body pressing into his, he finally found himself unable to hold back.

“Relena, I can’t stop…” he hissed, pushing her onto her back, and positioning himself between her legs. She cried out in pain as he thrust inside her wetness for the first time and quickly lost himself in the pleasure her body was giving him.

He was hurting her, and she writhed beneath him as a wave of panic took over her senses. Oblivious at first to the pain he was causing, he continued to thrust forcefully inside her again and again intent only on his own release. Suddenly, her cries broke through his delirium, and he forced himself to stop, despite the protests of his traitorous body. She looked up at him and saw tenderness glittering in his deep blue eyes as he hovered over her, their bodies still maintaining their intimate connection.

After a few moments, the pain subsided, and she smiled up at him in a wordless signal to continue. With concern still evident on his face, he slowly pulled his hardened shaft out to the tip before smoothly pushing back inside her. She sighed in pleasure this time at his movements, and he smirked at the beautiful look of contentment that crossed her face.

She called out his name again and again, in time with the hard thrust of his hips. Hungry mouths met in mid-passion, tongues plundering their moist depths. His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, and hers into his back as their frenzied dance of conquest and surrender continued, oblivious to time and the world around them.

She gasped as an incredible rush of pleasure finally swept through her body, causing her to shudder uncontrollably in his arms. His release came right after, as his body trembled over hers and rational thought began to creep unwanted into his sense of consciousness.

“How long can you stay?” He asked in a hushed voice, as he moved a hand to brush sweat-dampened hair from her face.

She looked up at him and for a moment she thought she saw fear in his eyes. He’s afraid…of what? Relena wondered. “I can stay the week – until Duo and Hilde’s wedding. Then I’ll have to go back.”

He was still inside her, not wanting to withdraw just yet. He needed her, had always needed her – and had denied himself and her too long already. Her words that she could only stay a week sounded in his ears and he closed his eyes to the pain they caused in his chest. There was something else that hung in the air, that neither wanted to admit and so they didn’t speak. He finally pulled out, and laid himself on the bed beside her, feeling the bittersweet emotions swirling around them both.

She turned her head to look at his profile, already missing the feeling of having him inside her. His eyes were closed tightly and she felt a stab of pain grip her heart. It had been selfish and unfair of her to give in – to hurt him like this. She should have maintained her distance, but she was too weak from not being near him. He had always been her strength. Tears welled in her eyes, and before she could stop them, they had started rolling down her face. She quickly sat up and turned her back to him.

He felt movement on her side of the bed and opened his eyes. She was sitting on the bed, her body shaking. He sat up in alarm and moved to her side. A gentle hand settled on her shoulder. “Relena,” he asked questioningly, then realized she was crying. “What’s wrong?” he asked in concern. “Did…did I hurt you?”

She shook her head, but wouldn’t look at him. In fact, she pulled out of his grasp, still trying to hide her face. He remembered what Duo had said, and in fact had only seen a lone tear traverse her smooth cheeks on two occasions now: when he had ripped up her invitation, and when he had torn the hat from her head a few hours before. “Relena, you don’t have to hide from me,” he said softly while reaching out a hand to try to turn her around to face him.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered hoarsely. Her voice was strained against her tears.

He frowned at her back. “For what?”

“I never wanted to hurt you, to get you involved. This is my battle that I have to fight on my own. And yet I here I am, too weak to protect you…always too weak to do what I should.”

He gazed at her incredulously. Weak? He sprang from the bed and walked over to kneel in front of her. He pried away the hands covering her face and forced her to look at him. “Relena, you are not weak. You’re the strongest person I know. Don’t ever forget that, and don’t ever think that I don’t believe in you.”

She stared at him wide-eyed. He had never spoken to her like that – gruffly but his voice and eyes full of emotion. More tears trickled down her cheeks, and he reached out to brush them away gently. He stood up from his kneeling position on the floor, and kissed her, pushing her back onto the bed and folding her into his arms. They just held each other, not needing to speak as the sunlight trickling in the window slowly began to fade.

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Makoto Yuy has written a nice poem sidestory to this chapter. You can view it here: http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=245030