The fog is heavy in the nightclub, making it hard to navigate through the thick masses of bodies, gyrating and dancing close to the beat of the music. Relena followed Dorothy as best as she could, the initial idea of going to a nightclub unappealing until the blonde had talked her into it. Especially since it was a holiday!
Dorothy had obviously done this before. Her hair was loosely tied back; gel brought a semblance of bangs around her face. Glitter adorned her eyelids and cheeks, a shimmer of pale lipstick across her lips. Her long legs were encased in tight black pants, and she'd also worn a snug fitting silver tank top. Dorothy had lent Relena some clubbing clothes, and done the political girl's makeup in a similar manner.
Relena had looked in a mirror after Dorothy was done, and didn't recognize herself. Her hair was completely down, a few tiny braids visible. The same flash of glitter crossed her features, matching the dark blue shirt Dorothy had given her, midrift exposed. Similar black pants completed the look, perfectly flared to fit over the stacked shoes she had on.
The pulsating lights reflected off the artificial fog and moving bodies in a flitter of rainbows, the blacklights illuminating what normal light did not. With some effort and a few mixed drinks, Dorothy had managed to pull the hesitant girl out onto the dance floor. The sea of bodies in motion was warm and nearly faceless. Relena could pick out the flash of light reflection off a silver necklace, a smile among the sea of raised hands.
And as clear as pure water, she looked up and saw him.
**Like a movie scene, in the sweetest dreams, I have pictured us together.
Now to feel your lips.. on my fingertips, I have to say is even better..
Than I ever thought it could possibly be
Its perfect, it's passion, it's setting me free
From all of my sadness, the tears that I've cried, I have spent all my life.**
Dorothy smirked inwardly when she saw their eyes connect. The plan had worked. Another boy, off to one side, caught her attention and gave her a thumbs-up.
Tucking a few braids behind her ear, Relena stared in disbelief as the figure approached her. Unfamiliar, devious feelings churned within her, tainted by alcohol, as the heavenly figure approached. A dark tousle of hair swept across his eyes, the moulten cobalt locked with hers. The black jeans he wore were impossibly tight, clinging to every curve of his legs, complimenting the transparent black shirt he wore.
Alcohol hazed her sense of reality, and Relena found herself propelled towards him. Her heart beat faster, matching the thrum of the music in her ears. And then they were face-to-face, close because of the pressing crowds. He stared intensely at her, reaching up to touch the swept back group of braids behind her ear. Relena blinked curiously at him, wondering why he was here, looking like the angel of eroticism.
"Relena," He said evenly, over the pulse of music. "Dance?"
She stared at him incredulously, and nodded slowly. Could this really be.. him..? Was it..
"Heero?" She asked aloud. His dark gaze never left her as his arm encircled her waist, but he did not respond. The movement of the crowd was easy to join, and together they began movement.
Alcohol spun within her mind, the heat coming from Heero's body filling her, and Relena let herself go. The last thing logic told her was that Heero had probably had a few drinks too, a reasonable statement. Then logic signed off. Relena smiled, happy to see it go, and moved with the crowd.
Heero's arms were stronger than she'd ever imagined, but deceptively so for such a small frame. He held her protectively close, their movement with the music as if they were one. Relena felt one of Heero's hands leave her back to run down the length of her arm, grasping her hand. Through the fog-dimmed light, she watched as he lifted it, kissing the skin of her knuckles. He placed the hand on his hip, following her gaze to where she'd watched him place it.
Relena felt the material of his jeans, and below it, the velvet movements of taught muscle. Her head reeled with new sensations, mainly those of desire. Heero had somehow managed to get one leg between hers, further intertwining their bodies. She gazed into his intense eyes again, the boldness of alcohol taking over. Relena leaned up and kissed Heero, something she'd dreamed of doing for a long time.
**Waiting for tonight, Ohh..
When you would be here in my arms
Waiting for tonight, Ohh..
I've dreamed of this love for so long
Waiting for tonight...**
Heero was kissing her back, and Relena tasted alcohol. Arms tightened and the kiss deepened, tongues intertwining. The steady rock of Heero's hips against hers brought out something new, something she'd never experienced before. Relena took the lead, kissing Heero's jaw and neck, lips closing on hot damp skin. She sucked at his neck gently, raw urges surfacing forth. Heero's hips pushed against her again, and she was sure of it this time. There was a definite hardness there she hadn't felt before. Heero was getting excited.
Relena bit his neck softly and Heero made a sound in his throat. His hands ran through her hair, across her back, and she flickered her tongue over the wound. Her own hands grew daring, encircling his waist. Her movements with his found a more timely rhythm, matching that of the music.
"Relena.." She heard him whisper, voice calm but nearly breathless. "Let's.. go.. somewhere.."
Relena nodded, turning to lead him out of the nightclub. Dorothy was at the door, waiting.
"The limo is waiting, Relena-sama." The blonde girl called, and Relena nodded hazily.
//She planned this?//
But it didn't matter. The chauffeur had the door open, and the two teens fell into the limo, Heero's heaviness atop Relena. She kissed him again, unfamiliarly wanton. The drive back to the mansion was no more than seven minutes, but to the two under the watchful eye of the nosy driver, it was an eternity.
**Tender words you say, take my breath away, love me now and leave me never..
Found a sacred place, lost in your embrace, I want to stay in this forever
I think of the days when the sun used to set, on my empty heart, all alone in my bed
Tossing and turning emotions were strong, I knew I had to hold on.**
They finally arrived at the Sank Kingdom, Heero gently extracting Relena from the limo. The pounding music echoed in her mind as they made their way into the building, Relena leading Heero to her suite. Once the door had been closed and locked behind them, the lights flicked low, Heero was upon her again, her back to the door. He kissed her neck in the same manner she did, his methods underdeveloped but driven by determination.
Relena pulled him to the bed, unbuttoning his shirt as she went. Heero's eyes were wide, sensations new to him. Instinct drove him on, the mix of passion, fear and alcohol churning in his brain. Relena pushed the transparent material off his shoulders, hands running over his smooth chest.
Heero took it as his turn next, shifting over Relena to kiss her exposed abdomen as his hands pushed the tanktop up, pulling it off her lanky arms. And he found - Relena blushed - she'd skipped wearing a brassier. Heero kissed the pink-tinged cheek, still covered loosely in glitter. A callused palm cupped an exposed breast, fingers rubbing over a nipple. Relena's breath caught for a second as his fingers worked over her soft skin, ripples of pleasure fanning throughout her body. Heero pulled back a moment to let his gaze sweep over her body, taking in what he'd never seen before. He leaned down to kiss her again but sidetracked himself, lips finding instead the raised bud of a nipple. Relena gasped aloud, fingers gingerly threading into Heero's hair. Despite this she was still unsure if he'd like it if she touched him, as silly as it seemed.
Heero's hands were on her again, unzipping her pants and slipping inside the waistband. His eyes flickered up to hers for approval, and Relena gave a small nod. Heero pushed the pants past plain cotton panties, down slender legs; eyes' watching as every inch of pale flesh was exposed. The pants joined the tanktop on the floor, and Heero's memorizing stare found her body again. Gooseflesh prickled across Relena's skin, and she sat up, arms wrapping around Heero's muscular shoulders as she pulled him close to kiss him. Her bare breasts came in contact with his chest and he sighed against her mouth. He allowed himself to be laid flat against the bed as Relena repeated to him what he'd done to her.
//It's so.. personal like this..// She thought, fingers dancing over the buttons that held a tightly encased secret. //Undressing each other..//
He lifted his hips off the bed so she could all but peel the tight jeans off, finding some difficulty getting them off of his straining hardness, confined now only in dark blue boxer shorts. The jeans joined the rest of the clothing. Relena set herself atop him, now almost entirely skin to skin. His body was much warmer and alive than she'd ever pictured it, unexpected given his stoic nature. //The wonders of alcohol..//
His arousal throbbed beneath her as she kissed him, Heero's strong hands clasping behind her back to keep her body close to his. Relena's hands trailed down his taught body, slipping into the waistband of his boxers. Heero watched her intensely, pushing away the jitters of virginity. Relena carefully removed the boxers, adding them to the clothes pile. Heero's erection bobbed proudly upwards, the proof of his excitement. His gaze seemed to stray due to embarrassment, but Relena kissed him, giving him confidence. Despite her inexperience, the sandy haired girl wasn't going to let her insecurities take this away. She'd been waiting too long for it.
A slender hand coiled around Heero's length, experimentally, working him over. Heero's eyes closed for a moment, breath catching when her hand passed over the tip of his excitement. After a few moments, Relena's courage strengthened, and she leaned forward, pressing soft kisses to Heero's hips. Her deepest desires burned forth, spurning her erotic behaviour.
Heero's hips nearly came off the bed when her mouth closed over the dripping tip of his sex, tongue hot and wet against it. A strained sound left him, and Relena figured she was doing something he liked. Although she wasn't a total idiot, she didn't know everything about sex.. She'd been saving herself for the writhing male beneath her.
Heero seemed to be closing in on climax, and Relena stopped, despite the groan of protest from Heero. There was more she wanted from this. Heero sat up, the control shifting back to him. Relena settled onto the soft coverlet of the bed, ready for what may be next. Heero kissed her stomach again, palm resting flat against the white cotton panties. A similar exchange of permission occurred, and Heero slid the small mass of material off of Relena.
She waited; the moment of her expo sure long and not without anticipation. Heero's gaze nearly burned her, memorizing her body before he moved to kiss her again. The exchange was hot and driven, one of Heero's hands pressing against her sex.
Relena moaned against Heero's mouth, one of his fingers experimentally sliding into her tunnel. She knew her excitement had lubricated her for what was to come, this Heero felt as he inserted a second finger. Then he found the small, blood filled button above her entrance, thumb pressing into it.
"Nng..!"
The reaction was evidence enough. Heero's fingers worked within her, continuously rubbing against the little center of her passion. Her hips pushed against him as he did, and finally, her breathless voice met his ears.
"Heero.. I want you to.."
"Relena..?"
"Take me.."
He looked at her, unmoving, for a moment before the meaning settled in. Heero shifted between her legs, her knees spread apart. His throbbing arousal brushed past her entrance, Relena's gaze settling on him again.
"You're sure." Heero stated, watching her for confirmation. Relena nodded.
**Waiting for tonight, Oh
When you would be here in my arms
Waiting for tonight, Oh
I've dreamed of this love for so long
Waiting for tonight, Oh
When you would be here in my arms
Waiting for tonight, Oh
I've dreamed of this love for so long
Waiting for tonight Ohh.**
A slow push brought him partially into her tightness, and the dark haired boy made a small sound of pleasure at the feeling. It was unlike anything he'd ever imagined, so much more responsive than.. his hand.
Relena's face tightened for a moment. It hurt. She knew there would be the resistance, the once-in-a-lifetime milestone that she was giving to Heero. A second, harder push, and he was fully within her. Something gave, she was sure she'd felt it. Pain shot through her, acute but momentary. Her eyes were closed tightly, breath quickened.
Heero was waiting. His gaze, despite the alcohol, was focused on her face, waiting for a sign that she was all right. Once a natural cadence had returned to her breathing, Relena re-opened her eyes. A slight smile crossed her face.
"It's alright, Heero." She whispered, and he leaned down to kiss her as he withdrew. Relena panted against his lips, arms encircling his neck. Heero pushed back into her, a slight pain flashing through her lower body. It was gone in an instant, only an echo of the first pain.
Heero slowly built up a rhythm, the pain a faint memory in Relena's mind. Their lips met with intensity as the Japanese boy's rigid length was buried within her and withdrawn with a timely efficiency. Relena answered Heero's throaty grunts with her own whispered moans, his name crossing her lips with every lengthy exhale of breath.
Fingers dug into the sweat damp skin of his shoulders, Heero's kisses fiery against her neck. The mattress beneath them gave a lazy squeak in protest, easily drowned out by the quickened breaths and gasps and sound of skin striking skin.
Relena's hips pushed back against Heero in a matching cadence, rhythm quickening as her climax approached. Heero's hand brushed across her breasts again, closing on a nipple. With a final sharp inhalation of air, Relena gasped aloud as she cried out Heero's name, the powerful orgasm ripping through her body. The muscles within her wet velvety channel gripped Heero's length, sending him over the ledge as well.
"Hnn.." He exhaled, his essence pumping deep within her. Relena fell slack against the bed, and Heero waited within her, lowering himself to the bed as well. Relena kissed him softly, the throb of her orgasm still echoing through her sex.
**Gone are the days when the sun used to set, on my empty heart all alone in my bed
Tossing and turning, emotions were strong
I knew I had to hold on..**
Recovery came for the two, limbs intertwined. Heero withdrew slowly, hearing Relena give one last sigh of pleasure. She kissed him again, smiling as her gaze met his. His eyes were half-lidded, tired but still with every bit of intensity they ever had.
"Stay." She whispered, fingers' combing the damp locks of dark hair from his eyes. Heero nodded.
Relena hugged him tightly, her skin damp against his. It was what she'd wanted, what she'd been wishing for, for so many years.
Impulsively, Relena looked up at the clock on her dresser. It flipped from 11:59 to 12:00. The digital calendar, next to it, flipped its display from AC 199 to AC 200. Outside a nearby window, fireworks lit up the night sky.
"Happy new year, Relena." Heero whispered quietly.
"Aa. Arigatou."
The two shared a new year's kiss.
**Waiting for tonight, Oh
When you would be here in my arms
Waiting for tonight, Oh
I've dreamed of this love for so long
Waiting for tonight, Oh
When you would be here in my arms
Waiting for tonight, Oh
I've dreamed of this love for so long
Waiting for tonight Ohh..* *
~owari~