GW and its characters don't belong to me but to Sunrise/ SOTSU Agency etc. etc.

I do not own or am affiliated in anyway to Sarah McLachlan or her song POSSESSION. A bit of citrus at the end of this.

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Relena rubbed her temples trying desperately to concentrate on the transcripts in front of her, but she found her mind constantly distracted by thoughts of him. His call tonight had been disturbing the sound in his voice was not his, it was weak and painful, the sound of one's voice right before death. "Damn you Heero."

The cool breeze distracted her thoughts momentarily; she looked out of the window and noticed that it was already dark. She hated the night for that was the time when the loneliness would set in, when her need and desire for Heero would once again resurface; though in a way it was also a comfort to her, a time when she could hide in the shadows and allow her real feelings to surface without fear. Yes. The lonely night had become the only time when her head was clear and her emotions honest. Why had she ended it with him? Why was she still denying her true feelings? She left her seat by her desk and crossed the floor to the window; almost feeling like a fairy tale maiden trapped high in her tower and wishing, looking, for any kind of release from her self made prison. Sitting down on the sill she began to cry. "Oh Heero. I'm so sorry."

//Listen as the wind blows//
//From across the great divide//
//Voices trapped in yearning//
//Memories trapped in time//
//The night is my companion//
//and solitude my guide//
//Would I spend forever here//
//And not be satisfied//

Relena scratched the back of her neck her nerves were on fire and she felt ready to jump out of her skin. She had to get out, she had to go somewhere, she didn't know where and she didn't care. She only knew she had to get away from the world for a while, from the false friends and idle chatter of even falser flattery and chit chat; the shallowness of the political world and the savageness of the political arena. No one really cared for her, no one really loved her. She remembered briefly their last conversation.

"You are important to many people Relena, even though to them you are nothing more than a figurehead." "Is that what I am to you Heero? Nothing more than a figurehead, some symbol you feel you must protect to maintain peace?" "You are many things to many people Relena. What you are to me is irrelevant."

She remembered exploding at those words, screaming for him to leave, for at the time she did not know what he had meant, so she had lashed out and accused him of trying to control her, of using her as if she were nothing more than a job and a cheap whore to keep his bed warm at night. She had been such a fool to not understand his words, but now she understood. He had not been saying she was irrelevant to him but he was irrelevant to her as far as the people were concerned. She had been such a fool. There was only Heero. Only Heero who she knew loved her, even now when she had broken his heart, she knew he was searching for her. And she would allow herself to be found by him, to be ravaged by him, to be punished for her lack of faith in their love; she quietly slipped out of the window.

//Through this world I've stumbled//
//So many time betrayed//
//Trying to find an honest word//
//to find the truth enslaved//
//Oh you speak to me in riddles and/
//you speak to me in rhymes//
//My body aches to breathe your breath//
//your words keep me alive//

Relena pulled her coat around her a little more, part of her fearing what might be lurking behind the corners though the other part of her hoping it would be Heero. She looked at her watch; five hours until the sun was up. No. She begged the night, not to end so soon, for she knew when morning came and she had not found him she would be forced to go back to the life she was fleeing; her life without Heero. "Damn it Heero! Where are you?"

Against her better judgment she turned into an alley and leaned back against the wall hiding her face in her hands on the verge of tears again. Her pounding heart stopped suddenly as she felt a presence beside her. Oh god, it was a thief she was going to die, but then again her heartache for Heero would be gone. She closed her eyes frozen as she felt the hand on her shoulder.

"I was just coming for you."

Relena slowly blinked open her eyes at the voice. She could not even say his name all she could do was wrap her arms around him and relish in the embrace he returned. She pulled herself back and looked into his face, he was almost unrecognizable to her, thin and pale, a ghostly version of the strong man he used to be.

"My God Heero."

"I'm fine." His voice was distorted as he caught himself from collapsing on top of her from exhaustion. Her eyes searched the streets seeing a flashing neon sign that simply read HOTEL.

"Come with me Heero." The weight of his body strained her but she didn't care, she had found him.

//Into this night I wander//
//it's morning that I dread//
//Another day of knowing of//
//the path I fear to tread//

Heero moaned softly feeling the warm water pouring over his head; even the washcloth felt soft despite it's rough scrubbing against his skin; but then perhaps it was the person bathing him that took away any of his discomfort. He grabbed her wrist, noticing his grip was weak enough for her to squirm out of.

"Well you definitely look cleaner." His vision was somewhat blurry but he heard the tender gentleness of her voice clearly. "Can you stand up?"

He felt like a child depending on her like this, he had never in his life been so weak, he tried to shrug away from her arms but almost stumbled though she caught him.

"I'm fine."

"Be quiet will you. And just let me help you for once."

He tried to growl another protest but his mouth was to dry. He felt warm again as she wrapped a towel around him and helped him stagger to the bed.

She took a deep breath as he fell onto the bed face first, moaning, she lifted his legs under the covers and pulled them up around him. She then sat beside him and began tending to his injured hand with the gauze and antiseptic ointment she had gotten from the front desk. "How could've you let yourself get to this point. I'm not worth it Heero. All I've done is hurt you. I've always accused you of being the one afraid of emotions and I never realized that I've been just as afraid of them myself. But there will be no more fear Heero. Neither one of us need to be afraid anymore. We'll simply start over with no barriers, no hang-ups." She knotted the ends of the bandage together and then rose briefly enough to strip herself of her own clothing before climbing into the other side of the bed. She lay on her side looking at him again, tracing his lips with her fingers. "Never again will I deny myself of you, or us." She pulled back her hand and rested it beside her head on the pillow, allowing herself to finally have a night of peaceful sleep.

//On into the sea of waking dreams//
//I follow without pride//
//Nothing stands between us here//
//And I won't be denied//

Heero heard himself groaning as he slowly began to wake up. At first he was unsure of where he was or of what had happened. He vaguely remembered walking the streets, bent on destroying Relena when she suddenly appeared before him, no it must have been a dream, she was gone and she would never return. He opened his eyes and saw her sitting beside him, her dark gold tresses draped over her front and down her back. Her knees were to her chest, her arms curled around them, concealing her slender nakedness, he smiled weakly-give her wings and she would look like an angel. He snorted a laugh, rolling on his back, no he still must be dreaming. He saw her hand reaching for him, her voice soft and silky as she closed his lids. "I'll explain later, just get some more sleep okay?" Heero's eyes remained closed to his dream angel's command.

//And I would be the one//
//to hold you down//
//kiss you so hard//
//I'll take your breath away//
//and after I'd wipe away the tears//
//Just close your eyes dear//

Relena swept her hand to her cheek, swatting away an imaginary fly before realizing that she was being awoken with a soft caress to her cheek. She remembered where she was and whom it was she was here with; she heard him speak. "Earlier I thought you were a dream."

She rolled over to face him. "They say if you wish hard enough dreams do come true."

She looked into his eyes, the circles were gone and the blue had returned, but still he looked tired and a bit weak. She covered his hand with hers and adjusted her body a little bringing up her knee, it brushed against his half hardening sex, she noticed him close his eyes and hiss in a breathe. She laughed to herself. Men. They could be at death's door and they'd still be horny as hell and wanting once last fling for a memory.

She raised herself on her knees and pulled herself over to him until she was straddling him. "You must be feeling better."

He stroked her arms. "Bad timing." She laced her fingers with his , keeping in mind his sore hand, as she held them prisoner by his temples. "Not really."

He half smiled, glad that she was here but then he grew serious. "I was on my way to kill you last night...and myself."

She titled her head not the least bit surprised. "I've never denied you that opportunity, though I know you could never go through with it and you never would."

He cocked a brow continuing to look into her eyes. "No. I wouldn't. I shouldn't have gotten so crazy, but losing you I can't..."

His sentence was broken with her lustful kiss and the sudden sensation of her impaling herself onto his sex, all the while continuing to pin his hands to his temples. She stopped just then, breaking the kiss long enough to speak. "No more apologies. No more regrets or living in the past. Here, now and the future is all that matters."

Before he could speak she stole his thoughts with another kiss as she began to grind her hips against his groin. He grimaced in sweet agony feeling her totally possessing him and his thoughts. The build-up of sexual tension in his manhood began screaming for release so badly that it burned. She hovered over him, caging him, biting at his lips, throat and his nipples, then out of nowhere she released his hands and arched back violently, whipping her hair to float down her back. He grabbed at hips as he lost himself inside of her with a growl of sexual gratification as she shook a throaty sob released from her gut. With a single elegant motion she arched her body back forward to hover over him again, her breathing hard and as unsteady as his.

She looked into his eyes once more and noticed a few dried tears around their rims that were once again drowsy. "Just close your eyes and sleep Heero. I'll still be here when you wake."

He smiled thinly, half out of it, opening his mouth but unable to speak. Relena leaned over him and kissed that mouth gently, her tongue tasting the salt of his tears and her fingers brushing away the others. She smiled bursting with silent joy as she whispered against his cheek. " Just close your eyes Heero. Just close your eyes because I promise you from now on I'll always be there when you open them."

//And I would be the one//
//to hold you down//
//kiss you so hard//
//I'll take your breath away//
//and after I wipe away the tears//
//Just close your eyes dear//

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