I just can't help the way my mind works and I always think of them as sexual creatures 
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?Hmm??
Heero shifted in agitation and watched as Relena stood there with a hand on her hip surveying the clothes before her. She rifled through a couple while shaking her head and pursing her lips thoughtfully.
?No?
?Too light?
?Don?t like the design on that one??
Heero sighed in exasperation, ?This isn?t necessary, I have clothes.?
That brought her up short. She turned to him with a raised eyebrow, ?Excuse me? Clothes? You mean to tell me that you consider your?? And here she emphasised the words while poking him in the chest, ?Old, worn, faded, tattered, need-I-go-on vests and T-shirts as ?clothes???
Heero looked down and fingered his green vest; it had faded with use and there was a visible smudge stain in the corner. Apart from those minor details, he thought, it was a comfortable piece of clothing that he was familiar with, could rely on and had never failed him thus far. He looked up at Relena, ?Yes,? He remarked blandly.
Relena gave him a glare, it was so unfair that he could stand there and manage to look so good despite his scruffy appearance. She sniffed and stuck her chin up, turning back to the clothes and searching through them more vigorously.
?Well that?s not good enough. You look nicer when you dress smart,? She paused to recollect how gorgeous he had once looked in St Gabriel?s uniform. Heero eyed her warily as her eyes took on a distant look but he was distracted by a small cough behind him.
?Erm?can I help you?? Said a short, meek looking sales assistant. She looked like it had taken all of her courage to approach the tall, intimidating man before her. Heero sent her a look that had her quaking in her shoes, ?No,? He replied brusquely and she went scurrying back to her hiding place behind the counter. Heero didn?t want anyone to give Relena any extra help in this?endeavour of hers.
?Aha!? Her cry of triumph brought him round sharply and she held up an article of clothing, brandishing it in front of his face. It was a black, thin white-striped shirt with long sleeves and a white tattoo type silhouette of a dragon on the back giving it a sleek and cool look. Heero scowled.
?Oh lighten up and try it on,? Relena pushed him towards the changing rooms. Heero glued his feet to the floor, ?No.?
He didn?t know what made him act like a petulant child, he didn?t like shopping and he didn?t like being fussed over and most of all, he didn?t like?trying things on. ?Can we go home?? He suggested hopefully.
?No,? Relena said resolutely. Then her face saddened and she clutched the shirt demurely to her breast as if it were precious, giving him a pleading look. ?Just this one shirt?it?s not too much to ask is it? Please Heero.? Why was it that her round blue eyes and pouting lips rendered him helpless every time? He sighed and brushed a hand through his hair, ?All right,? He relented. She immediately brightened up and proceeded to push him to the changing room with such energy that he narrowed his eyes at her and grabbed the shirt without a word.
The sales assistant standing by the changing rooms started trembling when he met the full intensity of Heero?s glare. ?One item,? Heero said menacingly and the sales assistant simply nodded and pointed with a shaky finger to one of the empty cubicles. Heero stormed past and Relena bounced after with a happy smile.
Inside the changing room, Heero stared suspiciously at the article in front of him. Slowly, he pulled his vest off and pulled the shirt on. The silky material slid over his skin and clung to his shape as he buttoned it up. He looked dubiously in the mirror. Wasn?t it a bit too tight?
?I don?t think this is my size,? He called out.
?Let me see,? Relena demanded. Heero could sense her standing outside the door waiting, so with a grumble, he unlocked it and let her in. Her eyes widened when she saw him standing awkwardly with his arms crossed and she clapped her hands together in glee.
?It looks wonderful!?
?It?s too tight,? He complained. She shook her head at him, smiling, and stepped in. ?This coming from someone who wore spandex? Stop whining,? She straightened his posture and circled round?like a hawk Heero thought in dismay.
With a murmur of approval, she unbuttoned the top few buttons and flattened the front of the collar out. Standing back she was amazed at how unbelievably gorgeous he looked. Heero Yuy was the sort of guy that would look good in anything anyway, even one of Howard?s colourful shirts, but this was?perfect. The dark shirt made his eyes shine out more prominently and gave him a mysterious look. It was <i>not</i> tight but rather fitted; revealing the finely toned and sculpted body beneath and finally, Relena just had to add, the white dragon on the back just looked damn sexy.
?Relena?? Heero waved a hand in front of her face. She had a wistful, dreamy look on her face and he had no idea what that meant. She blinked and stared at him for a moment before turning to shut and lock the changing room door. When she looked back, she had a wicked gleam in her eyes.
?Now to test it out.?
?Test?? Heero raised an eyebrow and decided that grin of hers was dangerous stuff. He watched her move towards him in a predatory manner and then she gave him the once over carefully, coming to rest with her eyes locked dead on with his. Unable to look away, Heero just stared as she placed her hands on his stomach and, ever so slowly and oh so torturously, slid them up over the material of the shirt. Heero took in a sharp breath as her hands pressed the cool soft material against his steadily warming body.
?Relena, what are you doing?? He fought the urge to groan. His arms came around her automatically as she leaned up and slid her arms around his neck, nuzzling his shoulder through the shirt. He was trying not to ponder on how nice it felt with her fingers curling in and around the shorter hairs at the nape of his neck when she suddenly pressed herself tightly against him. He did groan this time because her breasts were rubbing against the smooth material pressed to his skin in a maddening way that made his brain go blank. He leaned down and captured her lips in a deep kiss, feeling her smile in response. He moved his mouth against hers hungrily, drinking her up before he felt her pull away.
?Okay, it passed the test,? Relena announced breathlessly and turned to unlock the changing room door.
?Huh?? Heero blinked in a daze, trying to process her words and wondering why the mention of sex was nowhere in them.
Relena chuckled and tugged his arm, ?The shirt Heero, let?s get it. It looks good on you but more importantly, it <i>feels</i> good on you.?
Oh, the damn shirt?Heero frowned, ?I probably won?t wear it??
Relena sighed. Time to get the trump card out; she was saving this one for last. She drew close to Heero again and traced little circles on his arm absently. ?Oh well, I was hoping you?d get it. I mean, it would be nice to have something different in your wardrobe that I could wear for once.?
She smiled as Heero stiffened and then pulled away with a sad look, not meeting his eyes. Heero was rooted to the spot with the thought of what Relena had just hinted at. He had quite forgotten that since he had a habit of tearing apart her clothes during their?ahem?heated moments, she <i>always</i> ended up putting on his clothes to cover herself after. If one could correctly follow that trajectory of thought, it immediately led to an image of Relena standing there naked with nothing but this very shirt that was the very object of discourse draped over her.
Relena in black?silky soft material flowing loosely down her curves?The length of it would reach her thighs and barely cover her cute behind?
?Enough said?
Heero unbuttoned the shirt carefully and pulled on his vest. ?We?re getting it,? He said grimly at Relena?s curious look and strode past her on an immediate beeline for the counter.
Relena gave a smug smile as she watched him. Ah that trump card; if the subject was in doubt use yourself as bait.
?Mission completed,? She remarked quietly and followed after him.
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A/N: hee hee what did you think?
