The First Thing (CoL Entry, NC-17, Lemon)

[Gundam Girl]

So a few months ago I promosed Rose a fic set in the Civil War. And I pledged for CoL. Why not kill two birds with one stone? So here is a Civil War-set lemon for Rose. Two of her favorite things: the Civil War and 1xR smex. ^_^ Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.

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The First Thing

By Gundam Girl

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Virginia seemed always cast in red. With the rising of the sun, the grass trees, and sky were crimson. As the large star sank, the wheat she grew was splashed with the color, so that the little bunches of grain looked like rubies atop stems of garnet?or, depending on how the day had been, they looked like bloodied victims of a battle.

It made Relena want to cry, but as of yet she hadn?t. Four years had passed since the day of her marriage, and the only tears she had shed had been happy ones on her wedding night. It sometimes unsettled her ? every day, she saw women in her situation sobbing with worry and the toll the war had taken on so many lives. But Relena never released her own grief. She was always the comforting, never the comforted, and that usually suited her best anyhow.

Heero doesn?t like tears, Relena reminded herself, forcing her smile out instead. Her life was considerably better than the life of most others. Heero ranked as a Lieutenant in the Confederate army, and each month he sent money, thus she had never been short on seeds. She had discovered in the first year of Heero?s absence that she had a green thumb, and the vegetable gardens she had grown with the help of her two slaves were her pride and joy. The apple tree on their property was blooming well this summer, and it gave Relena hope that the war would soon end, even if the current state of the nation didn?t.

She occupied herself well in the day ? she worked, she visited her sister-in-law, Luchrezia, whom was also suffering from the lack of her husband. Milliardo, Relena?s brother, fought in the same army as Heero, although they were in separate regiments, and Milliardo ranked as a Colonel. To Relena, he could not be described as the champion of brothers, but she loved him as he loved her. Her brother hadn?t been particularly fond of Heero Yuy, but he had given them his blessing. His only major fault was being so constantly worried for his sister; when he and Heero were called, the first thing he did was to buy her a young slave girl to help with the work. Relena was accustomed to having slaves in her life from her days before her marriage to Heero, but she had known in her heart that the practice of keeping other humans as property was wrong.

Her slave girl?s name was Sarah, and Relena had won her trust easily with friendship. Relena quickly learned that Sarah had been parted from her only family, her older brother Elijah, and Relena had taken her share of the inheritance from her parents? deaths and had paid for Elijah straightaway. The two colored siblings lived in the house with her (she had refused to put them in the rickety and altogether unsafe shed as Luchrezia had suggested), and they had been an enormous help in relieving some of Relena?s loneliness in the past four years. Sarah had a beautiful talent for sewing and knitting, which had been discovered upon Relena?s instruction of the craft. Relena had also taught Elijah to read and write, and sometimes he read aloud from the Bible to the two women as they made blankets or new clothes for the threesome that had quickly become a tiny but steadfast family.

They had been salvation to her, and she thanked God for them despite the circumstances that had brought them into her life. They were her companions in the day. But in the evenings, it was a different story. Once the sun set and the air cooled and she was left alone, like now, Relena could no longer fight off the memories that came out with the stars. Not when everything made her want Heero, when the wind brushed past her ear and confused her with thoughts of his voice.

?With me you?ll be happy,? he promised. He gently lifted her from the floor and laid her down in his bed ? their bed. His voice ran like warm embers all along her bare skin.

?I already am,? she said just before he covered her mouth with his.

Relena stared out at the dark sky, but her eyes didn?t see it. ?Heero,? she breathed to the night. The spice of the vibrant red roses drifted up to her from where they grow beside the steps of the porch, and their sweet scent enticed and made her want, more than anything?

His mouth was a Heaven that burned like Hell against her smooth, cool flesh. She didn?t recognize the voice that echoed above them as hers, but she knew it was. When a moan of his escaped when her hands began to move, her whole body rippled in effect.

Four years. She not had the opportunity to lay eyes on Heero for four years. He had not been able to stop fighting for the Confederacy long enough to visit. Only his letters assured her that he was living still. Though the number of correspondences was in the hundreds, it wasn?t enough. His last, arrived a month ago now, had predicted that he would be given leave before the year was out, hopefully before the end of the fall. The notion encouraged Relena to work hard each day to educate her guests (she disliked the term slave in referring to them) well and to keep her husband?s land in the top shape it was already in for his return.

?Miss Relena?? Sarah stepped out from the house, wiping her hands on the apron she wore over her summer dress. She was a very pretty young woman, with soft black hair and dark eyes that showed her intelligence. Relena had often thought that she might marry soon. ?I?ve finished the dishes. Be there anything else I can do for you??

?Is there,? Relena reminded Sarah gently, not turning around in the rocking chair on the porch. ?And no, Sarah, thank you. You and Elijah may go to bed.?

?Yes, ma?am.? Sarah paused and seemed to regard her mistress with concern before again entering the house. She later commented to her brother that Miss Relena was getting lonelier.

She sat out for another hour until she heard the chime of the clock inside alert her of the late time. She heard an owl hoot and passed her hand over her eyes. Standing, she walked to the edge of the porch and leaned against one of the poles that held the roof over her head. The house wasn?t as large or grand as the one she had grown up in just five miles away. Her brother still lived there and had offered to allow Heero and Relena to live there along with him and Luchrezia, but the Yuys had politely refused, and Heero had purchased the simpler house and small number of acres only a few months before their wedding. Relena had delighted in the lack of extravagance in the place and had been very careful to not overdo its decorating. The most expensive thing in the home was jewelry from her mother she kept locked in a wooden box and a porcelain vase that held freshly-picked flowers from the fields.

But the flowers died; and Elijah and Sarah weren?t Heero. And after four years, it was so difficult to completely hold herself up any longer. After four years with empty nights and an empty bed, Relena had trouble holding up anything. Her own hope that God would watch over the both of them and Heero would be back soon continued. But God had only turned up in her prayers and the fruit of her land?and, if the truth be told, Relena preferred Heero to God.

Startling herself but too aching to care, Relena?s head lowered and tears sprang forth. Both hands flew up to grip the pole, and she pressed her forehead against the smooth wood. Her shoulders shook and short, ragged breaths pushed from her chest. She was grateful that Elijah and Sarah were asleep; her crying would shock them.

A breeze whipped against her, brushing her tears toward her ears. Relena brought up a hand and wiped them away, hating herself for even momentary weakness. She was so shaken that she didn?t hear the heavy footfalls upon the porch.

?My wife, crying??

Relena chuckled to herself. Heero?s voice always came to her head when she least expected it. ?I know I shouldn?t,? she replied to what she thought was just the late hour playing with her mind. ?Would you believe, it?s the first time since you left??

He would believe it. There was a strength inside of her that had first drawn her to him, and indeed, Heero was quite sure that she had only cried once before in front of him, the night of their wedding, the night before he had gone from her for four straight years. ?Relena.?

Her name alerted her that perhaps it wasn?t the hour tricking her, and cautiously Relena cast a look over her shoulder. She briefly entertained the thought that she had fallen asleep in the rocking chair and was dreaming up the man in front of her. But the wood was hard beneath her hand, the wind cool against her back, and Heero?s skin, tanned and dirty, gleamed too realistically in the light of the moon to be seen in her sleep.

Her heart stopped for the briefest moment, and it began again at full speed, reverberating in her throat. She swallowed, but it didn?t slow. She felt her eyes steam again. They both did nothing but stare at each other from eight feet apart. Heero?s gray uniform was caked with mud and damp with sweat in some places. He carried nothing but a sword on one hip, a pistol on the other, and his hat in his hand. His chocolate bangs were plastered to his forehead. His eyes, which were what Relena really focused on, were the dark blue that haunted her sleep, but they were deeper than she remembered, perhaps a little harder as well.

?I?m sorry?for not writing.? His voice, she couldn?t help but notice, sounded lower or at least more guarded than she recalled it being before he had left. He was as quiet as ever, Heero having always been a man of few words. ?I was given leave a week ago, and I didn?t think about sending a letter ahead of me.?

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Relena couldn?t think of what to say to him. After a few long moments, she managed, ?Where is your horse??

He breathed deeply. ?Tied in the back. I didn?t take the road, I was certain you would be sleeping.?

?No.? Her hands fisted the sides of her skirt. ?I? Oh, God?? She felt she might faint. She braced a shoulder against the pole for support. ?You?re really here.?

?Relena.? He took a step toward her. Dropping his hat to the wood of the porch, he took two more paces and reached her just as her knees gave out, catching her around the waist and pulling her firmly to him. ?My wife,? he murmured softly, more to himself than to her. Relena looked up, but his eyes were on her jaw, her hair, her neck, her cheekbones, as though he was studying her. ?Four years,? he said. ?And you?re more beautiful than I could ever remember.?

Trembling fingers took hold of his jacket sleeve, and she could feel the muscle of his bicep beneath the rough cotton. His warm breath rushed against her forehead, and Relena sighed, closing her eyes for a moment and reveling in the close proximity they shared. When she opened her eyes again, his were on hers, and her pulse jumped. ?Heero,? she whispered.

His name on her tongue must have undid him because before she could register his movements, Heero had pressed her to him even more tightly and, with a hand buried in her golden hair, fused his mouth to hers like the sea against the shore. Relena felt first cold, then hot as a flame ran through her. Heero was warm and large against her cooler, smaller form and they melded together within seconds.

She wasn?t sure which one tore away first, but both were panting and neither moved away an inch. Heero lifted a hand to her face.

?I?ve probably changed some in the last years, Relena,? he began. ?If you want to talk??

She cut him off with a hand on his chest, blood rushing through her whole body. ?Four years, Heero.? Voice shaking with need, she said, ?You can talk to me in the morning.?

She saw something transform in him; his eyes darkened, and she felt every muscle in him go taut. ?The bedroom,? she murmured. ?Do you??

Catching her off-guard, Heero bent at the knees, and within a second she was up in his arms, suspended by just his strength. Which, she thought with a blush, seemed to have doubled since they had last been together. Her heart fluttered when he carried her into the dark house.

Reassuring her of what he might or might not remember, Heero knew exactly where their bedroom was and they entered the black space, the only light in the room was a shaft of moonlight that slanted over the large brass bed. At the sight of the bed, Heero turned his head toward was, asking. Relena only tightened her arms around his neck. He set her down at the side of the mattress. She turned away to pull down the dark green coverlet, and when she turned back again, she found Heero had untied her apron from behind and it was now a pile of white cloth on the floorboards.

Instinctively, her hands went first to his jacket and divested him of it while Heero took off the belt that held his weapons and set it far away from her in the corner of the room, something Relena was thankful for; the last thing she wanted on her mind was what he did in war. His shirt was her next task, the first buttons hard to undo in the dark but it came more quickly as she went along and soon he was shirtless.

He was scarred by many wounds. Some she remembered from his work in the fields before he had left, but most of them were strange to her. Her heartstrings stretched, but his calming hand on her shoulder banished the thought of the scars from her mind, and when his fingers moved to the hooks at the back of her dress, any coherent thought at all fled. Moments later, her dress landed in a puddle on the floor. She sat on the bed and kicked off her shoes and shed her chemise while Heero stepped out of his boots and uniform pants.

When they faced each other again, all that covered either of them was the shadows of the room. The moonlight reached Relena, and Heero stared. Her hair became as silver as the stars and her skin glowed just as brightly. Entranced, he reached out, but he paused before he ever made contact with her skin.

A shiver ran through her, and, with her eyes constantly on his, Relena slowly rose from the mattress until his fingertips grazed her collarbone. She felt Heero instantly react with a small tremor that coursed through him. In her bliss, her eyes drifted downward. She snapped them up again upon see him nude, but Heero only walked forward and stepped into her arms.

The complete contact and the sweet pressure between them cut loose any inhibiting bonds that may have secured them. Heero gently gripped her hair and pulled her head back to seal his mouth to hers again, but his lips only stayed there for a moment before they began to wander over her face, her neck, the shell of her ear. Relena responded with her hands, running them over his shoulders and nape and back, and her deep breathing pushed her breasts firmly against his hard chest. Before any more time passed, husband and wife were on the bed, and Relena was pressed down by Heero?s warm body against the mattress that had been so often cold.

It didn?t stay cold for long. Between them they heated the small room to a blaze as Heero?s hands traveled over the ivory skin he had longed for during nights he had spent alone in a tiny tent with nothing but a scratchy blanket to guard him from the cold. He had been pitied for having to leave a new wife, but he took no pity and gave none to Relena, who would resent any. They were here now, and he cared for nothing more.

He was careful with her, stroking tenderly along the paths of her hips down her thighs and up again, all the while delivering slow kisses to her neck and jaw. Relena surged against him to capture his mouth with her lips, and she took hold of him by the shoulder blades, massaging softly along his spine. He took one breast in hand, then replaced his hand with his tongue. Relena arched off the bed and moaned. Heero ran his fingertips along the inside of her thigh until she bucked against him hip for hip. A slow groan passed from his lips, and he met her eyes.

?Now,? she gasped. ?Now, Heero?? She threw her head back as a wave passed through her.

Heero parted her legs, took her by the hips, and entered her swiftly. He held still for a few moments, brow wet with restrain. It had been four years and he and Relena had only done this once before. He was supposing she needed to adjust.

Before long, Relena moved beneath him. The action was sudden and caught him by surprise, and he dropped his forehead to her shoulder. ?Relena??

Hearing her own name encouraged her and Relena gave another experimental roll of her hips but soon Heero began thrusting in a rhythm and she could think no further. She felt her head roll to the side and moaned as the pressure mounted inside of her. Their bodies came together and released, Relena holding on with both arms wrapped around him.

She came first, throwing her head back in a silent cry. Heero trembled as she tightened around him, buried his face in her neck and finished as well.

They lay in the darkness, in their home, in their bed together, saying nothing while their breath mingled and their hearts raced. Relena kissed him tenderly on the forehead and Heero rolled to the side, tucking her against him.

?The fields look good,? he said at last.

Relena laughed airily, quivering against him. ?Thank you.?

?You look good,? Heero went on. ?I had a feeling you would. You might lie in your letters, but I knew you were telling the truth.?

?You?ve been hurt,? she whispered to him, eyes bright in the moonlight. ?Why didn?t you tell me??

?It?s nothing serious. Bullet grazes and a few stabs.? He spoke without feeling, but his thoughts were on the memories of the pain and the constant fear that this wound might be the one that would keep him from seeing Relena again.

?Well.? Relena wrapped her arms around him and rested her cheek against his chest. ?I want you to meet Elijah and Sarah tomorrow. They?re my friends, Heero.?

The way she said the words friends was enough for Heero to cast away the thought that they were only slaves. Obviously they were more than just that to his wife, and that was all he needed to know. ?All right.?

?Is Milliardo home??

?He?ll be here next week.? Her next question he knew before she could utter it.

?When must you leave?? Her eyes were cast in shadow, leaving him unable to read her emotions.

?A month from now. A little less than that, actually.? He felt her tremor and held her tighter. ?But I swear.? He took her chin in his hand and turned her face up to his. ?I swear I won?t be gone nearly for so long. This war?it will end soon.? He didn?t really know whether that was true or not, but Relena smiled.

It was a sad smile, but it was what she had and she always gave Heero everything she had. Tilting her head back, she kissed him, slowly and soundly. When she pulled away Heero was dazed.

?I love you,? she murmured.

A corner of his mouth tilted up. ?I never doubted it.?

He?d never returned the sentiment, not even in his letters, but Relena had somehow never needed the words. Heero always showed her enough how he loved her.

With a more jovial laugh, she traced a finger down his arm. ?And in the morning, Mr. Yuy?you?ll also need a bath.?

Heero pulled her on top of him, his eyes glowing. ?It?s not dawn yet, Mrs. Yuy. We have time.?

And for the next three hours, he proceeded to make sure that time was the last thing on her mind and that the first was him.

~Fin~

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Please review!

[HiFreak]

Oooooh! Nice I never realized how interesting a story based in the time of the civil war could get, but that was bery good. I like the fact that Relena treats her slaves like people (even though Heero is not fighting for the Union). And, as always I love lemons!!!

[Raspberry]

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I'm speechless. I really am. It is amazing how you captured everything about the Civil War AND HxR love all together. And the lemon part... Yes... It doesn't happen a lot that the act comes from love, and not just from need. And I must say, I enjoyed this much better than simple pr0n.

Great work Gundam Girl!

[RelenaDorlinYuy1]

ahh yes i love these kind of story it makes me want to learn more about the history even more , i use to hate History but now i luv them because nice fics i really enjoy it

[Gundam Girl]

Thank you so much! I am a really big fan of history, and I've always been interested by the Civil War. I talked to both the Black Rose and Kristen Elizabeth and they inspired/encouraged me to write this fic.

I'm very pleased you all enjoyed it so much!