And now for the all-important part that Trowa DIDN’T see…
A/N – The following instalment
is rated NC-17 due to sexual content. Therefore, it is for mature audiences only. Meaning it may offend some. If you’re not old enough or mature enough to
read it (Darn Rose… sorry…lol) then I suggest you steer clear. On your own heads be it. You have been warned. Otherwise… enjoy!
This chapter is dedicated to the
Black Rose, cause she made me write it!
No, really… thanks for all your help and encouragement Rose. You are my fic Guru! (I don’t know if that means
you run around in kaftans and beads but…)
Dropping his bags inside the front door, Heero quietly glanced
into the kitchen, where he could see Pagan reading the morning paper. The coast was clear. Moving with his accustomed stealth, he
padded up the stairs, towards Relena’s room.
Pressing the door open, he peered into the darkness and observed
the sleeping form. Slipping into the
room, he closed the door softly and crept over to her bedside. For a moment he almost forgot to
breathe. Her golden tresses were fanned
out around her and judging by the rumpled bedclothes, which were tangled around
her slender legs, her slumber had been a restless one.
Crouching down on one knee, he watched the gentle rise and fall
of her breast and smiled as she let out a long, almost satisfied, sigh. She stretched and twisted in her sleep, the
supple fluid motion causing a tightening in Heero’s chest.
She shifted again, the movement displacing the delicate strap of
her nightgown, revealing to him an improved view of her smooth skin. Heero took a deep breath and swallowed hard,
remembering the softness of her lips against his, only hours before. He ached to touch her again, to conclude
what that kiss had begun. He recalled,
with pleasure, that single night they had shared and longed to repeat. Only there would be no urgency this time, no
fear of what morning would bring.
Heero brushed his fingers across her cheek, before leaning over
to press a chaste kiss on her forehead.
He nuzzled his face against her hair and inhaled her soft scent. Awoken by Heero's tender caress, Relena
blinked up at him.
"Heero," she whispered, a smile hovering on her lips,
"I was having the loveliest dream."
She felt his warm breath at her throat, causing her to shiver
involuntarily. His teeth gently grazed the lobe of her ear. Her heart wavered in relief; he was really
here. The tiny fear that she would
awaken and he would again be gone, fled her thoughts as she revelled in his
touch.
“Then I’m sorry I woke you.” She heard him murmur.
Turning her head to allow Heero better access to her neck,
Relena noticed the splinters of sunlight that penetrated the heavy drapes. Her brow furrowed at the sight
“What time is it? Have I been asleep long?”
Heero sat up, looking across at the clock on the bedside table.
“It’s nearly lunchtime.
You were tired.”
“I guess I was,” she exclaimed, and then added softly, “I’m not
tired anymore. So what did you want to
do now?”
Heero shrugged.
“I thought I might go to bed.”
“Oh, okay.” Relena replied, feeling somewhat disappointed. Of course, what was she thinking? She doubted he would have had any
sleep. There would be plenty of time
for… other things… later.
Disentangling herself from her bedclothes, she brushed passed
Heero, giving him a quick peck on the cheek, and made her way to the bathroom
to freshen up. She stared at herself in
the mirror, scrubbing vigorously at her teeth, and contemplating taking a cold
shower.
“Just breathe. You
survived five years… you can handle a few more hours.”
She leaned forward, resting her forehead against the cold smooth
glass, and groaned.
“Oh no I can’t.”
Opening the bathroom door, Relena was surprised to find Heero
waiting for her, leaning against the doorframe. Stepping out, she found herself pressed against the wall, two
strong arms blocking her escape. She
caught her breath at being so close to him.
It had been so long…
“Heero…? I thought you wanted to get some sleep?”
Dark blue eyes glittered, as they travelled languidly over her
features.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t? But…” Relena’s protests were cut short, as Heero
lowered his mouth to hers, his tongue gently tracing her bottom lip, teasing
her.
“No, I said I wanted to go to bed, and you,” he paused to nip
softly at her shoulder “seemed to agree.”
Fair enough, thought Relena, No way I'm arguing with that. She felt her heart rate quicken as Heero
imparted another searing kiss. Her
knees felt weak, and she was decidedly light-headed.
Interrupting their embrace, Heero gazed down at Relena's flushed
face, smirking at the ragged breaths his kiss had induced.
"So, tell me more about this dream of yours."
Relena blushed then smiled up at him, a wicked gleam in her eye.
"Well,” she began "it started with you kissing me,
just like that."
Heero nodded,
"Mhmmm, a good start,"
A frown formed on her face, as her eyes drifted down to his
chest.
"Although, I'm sure you weren't wearing that shirt,"
she whispered, and she brought her fingers up to unbutton it.
Heero arched and eyebrow.
"Well, if you say so." He leaned down to steal another
kiss.
"Oh, I do" she breathed, her eyes drifting shut to
accept him.
Making quick work of the shirt, Relena slid it off his
shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.
She took a trembling breath as she studied his sculpted torso. He had filled out considerably over the
years, the toned figure of a boy now replaced with the masculine build of a
man. Again, she ran her fingers across
the tapestry of blue and black, only this time her touch was feather
light.
"So what happened next?" Heero groaned, his eyes
pinched shut, as Relena ran her hands across his chest.
Relena replied by advancing towards her lover, giving a series
of small nudges until Heero had reached the edge of her bed. She gave him one last push, leaving him spreadeagled
on the mattress. Relena crawled over him and sat straddling his waist. Lowering her head until her face was mere
millimetres from his, Relena gazed seductively at him, the tip of her tongue
lightly tracing her bottom lip.
"We stopped talking."
Giving little chance of response, Relena dropped her mouth to
his, her caress soft but possessive.
The kiss was slow and loving, but Heero could sense tension in her
shoulders as his arms moved up to bring her closer. He took a deep breath and tried to suppress the desire raging
through his veins. He had to slow
down. He wanted this to be
perfect.
Shifting slightly, he sat up and rolled her over in one fluid
motion that left Relena pinned beneath him.
He brushed loose strands of hair away from her face. She blinked at him, startled by her sudden
loss of dominance and felt her heart beat faster as she noticed the longing in
his eyes. Placing a series of hot
kisses along her throat, Heero set about stoking her internal fires.
“So,” Heero murmured into her ear, “what was the best part of
this dream?”
Warmed by his touch, her thoughts unfocused, Relena replied
before she had given real consideration to her words.
“You didn’t leave.”
She felt him stiffen against her. Opening her eyes, she looked up into Heero’s troubled gaze. Her heart sank.
“Relena… ”
She brought a hand up to his cheek, but he flinched away.
“Did you ever think about it, Heero?”
Confusion flashed across his face, and Relena rushed to explain.
“That night. Did you
ever… think about it?”
Heero bowed his head slightly, his mouth curving into a soft,
wistful smile.
“Yeah,” he whispered “All the time.”
Returning her gaze, he trailed his fingers across her cheek,
tracing her jaw.
“Did you?”
Biting her lip, she shook her head slightly. Heero went still, the almost self-conscious
movement of his hands ceasing. He
frowned, his expression one Relena knew to be a mixture of bewilderment and
hurt.
“Why not?” he murmured.
Relena took an unsteady breath.
“Because it, because it hurt.
It meant so much to me. But I
thought it meant nothing to you.”
Relena felt cold suddenly, as Heero moved away from her to sit
on his haunches. He hung his head, as
an agitated hand raked through his tousled fringe. Sitting up, drawn to him, as she had always been drawn to him,
she rested a contrite hand on his arm.
Before she could say anything, however, he took her face in his hands,
his touch gentle and reverent.
“I’m sorry,” His voice held an uncertainty she had never witnessed
in him before, and it wrenched at her heart.
“If I could go back Relena, if I could go back… ” He swallowed.
“I would have stayed. I wish I could
tell you how much I wanted to. But I
thought I was doing the right thing. I
was wrong. I know that now. I never meant to hurt you.”
She hadn’t thought it was possible to love him more than she
already did, but at that moment Relena felt her heart swell with an
overwhelming desire to hold him, and never let go. Following her instinct, she wrapped her arms around his neck,
hugging him tightly. Her heart sang, as
Heero returned her embrace, his hand gently stroking her hair. Turning her head, she brushed her lips
against his, enticing him.
“But you’re here now, Heero.”
Dissatisfied with her chaste embrace, Heero groaned softly and
pushed her back against the bed. Relena
felt her pulse quicken again, as his tongue brushed against hers once, and then
again. She revelled in the sensation of
his body pressing against her.
She ran her fingers across his chest, relishing the soft texture
of his hot skin. Circling one nipple
softly, she grinned to herself as it elicited a moan. Repeating the motion, she gasped as Heero slid a hand up her
thigh in retaliation.
Shifting beneath him, Relena raised her leg so that it nestled
between his thighs, brushing against his arousal. She recoiled slightly, and Heero broke their embrace to impart a
searching look, his expression anxious.
“Relena? Do you want to stop?”
Pressing a finger to his lips, she responded by wriggling up
into a sitting position in order to remove her nightgown. Heero gazed at her.
“Are you sure? I mean... I understand if you want to wait...”
Nodding solemnly, she fumbled with the material slightly,
nervous despite her conviction. Taking
charge, Heero ran his hands under the delicate fabric, removing the garment and
teasing her soft skin. Lowering his
mouth to her, he brushed his lips against the freshly exposed flesh. Sighing with ecstasy, Relena arched against
him, giving herself over to his sweet torment.
Tossing the scrap of clothing aside, Heero took a moment to
admire the angel before him. He would
never have thought that the figure that had haunted his dreams for so long
could have become anymore perfect, and yet all his fantasies now paled into
insignificance. She lay quietly, aware
of his scrutiny, blinking self-consciously as modesty brought an alluring blush
to her features.
Setting about overcoming her shyness, Heero dropped his head to
her shoulder, where he began to nip and lick at her collarbone. One hand began to stroke her hip, as the
other came to settle over her breast.
He pressed his thumb across the sensitive nipple, evoking a sharp
gasp. His length tightened painfully in
response, and again he reminded himself to place her needs first.
He pinched and stroked her nipples, teasing them until they were
erect and swollen. She began to writhe
beneath him, her movements wanton with desire.
Finally, he took a ripe nub in his mouth, running his tongue over
it. The responding gasp was louder this
time, as she threw back her head, basking in the sensations that washed over
her. She lifted a hand to his head,
running her fingers through his thick hair, holding him to her. Her other hand pressed against his back, as
her body ignited with passion.
Encouraged by her gasps and sighs, he moved to the other breast,
where he bestowed the same treatment.
Allowing his hand to wander across her ribcage, it gradually eased
lower, searching for the top of her lace panties. He let his fingers trace over the sheer fabric, until they
pressed gently against her centre. His
shaft jerked in reaction. She was so
wet. Her legs spread slightly in
invitation, and she moaned softly.
Tugging at his hair, she
pulled his lips back to hers, drawing his tongue into her mouth. He drank deeply from her, her lust provoking
his own. He started slightly, as he
felt her hands at his waist, diligently working at removing his jeans. He pulled away briefly and quickly stripped
himself of the offending layers, before resuming his position. His hand, meanwhile, began to rub enticingly
against her folds. Slipping his fingers
beneath the cloth, he quickly divested her of her underwear, and then continued
to explore her heat.
Relena drew a shuddering breath, as she felt him push a finger
into her, soon followed by another. She
moved impatiently against him as he began to slowly stroke her. Interrupting their passionate embrace, Heero
proceeded to cover her with kisses, licking and sucking at her skin as he moved
down her prone form. Her body felt as
if it was burning, and her skin was soon covered in a fine sheen of sweat. The room seemed to echo with the sound of
her gasps and whimpers.
She was already panting when she felt his warm breath at the
junction of her thighs. She thought she
would explode into a thousand shards of light, when she felt his tongue dip
against her, into her. She felt a tightness
in her chest, and she could barely take a breath as he began to lap at her,
running his tongue along the sensitive skin, creating feelings she could not
describe.
She could feel it building, the sensation spreading rapidly,
causing her to grip great handfuls of her sheets and arch up against his mouth.
“Oh God, Heero…” she cried “Oh Heero…”
He felt her stiffen beneath him, as she shook with her
completion. Smirking with satisfaction,
he crept back up her body, admiring her flushed figure. Lying against her, he kissed her heaving
chest, letting her feel his hardened length against her stomach. His resolve was weakening, and his need for
her piqued. He struggled to steady his
breathing, allowing her to respond, waiting for her permission.
He was so intent on watching her features that he was taken
completely by surprise when slender fingers suddenly brushed against his turgid
member, almost causing him to loose control right then and there. Fingertips teased the head, spreading the
drops of moisture.
His eyes locked with hers, and he saw the request there, in her
clouded unabashed expression.
“Please Heero,” she breathed, “I want you.”
Lost in his body’s reaction to her soft caress, his lids felt
heavy and he groaned his yearning. She
delivered long, sensuous strokes, prompting him to push against her. Her breathing had quickened again, and she
thrust her hips against him, as her other hand began to rake along his
skin. Unable to torture himself
anymore, he pressed the head of his arousal against her welcoming entrance. He shuddered, as this movement alone created
waves of pleasure.
He slid in deeper, moaning softly, as he dropped his head to
nuzzle at her neck. She was so
tight. He paused when he was seated
deep inside her, waiting for some indication that he may be hurting her. He whimpered, as she moved restlessly
against him, encouraging him. He
withdrew slightly, before thrusting back against her. His mind swam, and his breath came in short gasps. His resolve was rapidly deserting him, as
his body began to take control. His
strokes became longer, firmer. He
struggled to pace himself, to make this ecstasy last, but he wanted this so
much and it had been so long.
He grunted, as he felt her lift her legs around his waist,
cradling him close. Her hands twisted
in his hair, her sighs hot against his cheek.
She ran her tongue against his jaw, before licking quickly at his
sensitive ear lobe.
“Heero,” she murmured, “You make me burn.”
He lifted his head, staring deeply into her dazed, impassioned
irises. He continued to move against
her, marvelling at how well they moulded together, like they were two parts of
one whole. His body was sheathed with
sweat, and it mingled with her own perspiration. She arched against him again, and her full lips parted, tempting
him.
“I love you Heero.”
Something within him snapped, and he pressed his mouth to hers,
his tongue lathing hungrily. His hips
began to jerk against her, harder and faster.
She lifted herself to meet each of his thrusts, as desire made her more
wanton and wild. They slid against each
other, engrossed in their erotic dance.
Relena struggled to breathe, as she felt the fresh waves of her climax
begin to wash over her.
He felt her tremble beneath him, as she repeated his name in a
chant. His motions also quickened, as
he felt his own completion drawing near.
He gasped and panted against her, and sensations he could never compare
began to overwhelm him. Her vaginal
walls quivered and tightened around him, squeezing him. She braced herself against him, her orgasm
pushing her over the edge. She clamped
down around him, and with one last shudder he followed her over, his face
contorting as he poured his essence inside her.
Time seemed to cease, as their heavy breathing resonated around
the quiet room. The world need not have
existed to the two lovers, as they lay in each other’s arms. Heero caressed her face, wishing to imprint
this moment in his memory for all time.
She shifted gently beneath his weight, her movement languid and
satisfied.
“I love you Relena,” he whispered, knowing that those three
words did little justice to the emotions he felt.
She smiled softly back at him, as he gently moved away from her,
leaving her feeling strangely bereft.
Before she had time to protest however, he returned to her side, pulling
her against him in a possessive gesture.
She sighed as she felt him bury his face in her hair, breathing in her
distinct perfume, while his hands continued to move against her in small,
loving circles.
Completely relaxed and sated, she listened to his breathing,
feeling drowsiness wash over her.
Slowly, Heero’s touch stilled and she knew that he had dozed off. She snuggled into his loving hold, a hold
that suggested that he would never let her go, and drifted off to sleep.
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