Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. If I did, Trowa would talk way
more (ahhhh, Kirby Morrow and that oh so sexy voice of his) and the
helmets would have never been in the way.
^^^8^^^
Heero regarded the split screen before him, the faces of two men
flickering back. One was a gentle looking CEO, the other a cocky
scavenger. Both were Heero's former comrades; however, their
current most important attribute was that they both had CHILDREN.
"What's going on?" Duo asked.
"Did something come up with the Preventers?" Quatre's face betrayed
his concern as he studied his friend. Heero had never been one to
look truly haggard (not even when he self-detonated), but he did
look exhausted. The rings under his eyes and his pasty skin were
testimony enough.
"No," came the monotone reply. "Nothing with that. I was needing-"
here Heero took a breath. "I was hoping I could get some information
on- you both are familiar with pregnant women."
Duo raised an eyebrow. There were several things wrong with the
picture before him, mainly Heero STUTTERING, and Duo was loving it.
There was nothing more entertaining than watching Heero squirm. It
happened much too rarely.
Heero cleared his throat. "Relena is expecting, and I'm happy. But
lately she's been..." unable to stand it, he hung his head in shame.
Heero Yuy prided himself on being a self reliant man. Thus, he
considered what he was about to do a desperate measure. He was at
the end of his rope. "I need your help."
Never one to triumph at another's expense, Quatre nodded
encouragingly.
Duo let out a low whistle and slapped his knee. "Never thought I'd
see the day! The great Heero Yuy, asking *us* for help? Are you as
honored as I am, Quatre?"
"Duo," Quatre chided. "What do you want help with, Heero?"
The former Perfect Soldier ran a hand through his hair. "Relena.
She's- she's gotten picky. Very picky. Everything has to be a
certain way. The sheets have to be folded around the bed at a
certain angle. The curtains have to be open exactly halfway.
Everything has to be left the way she found it. And the food- she's
run Thomas and I ragged trying to satisfy her cravings. Worse- she
cries, every night, convinced for some reason that I don't love her
anymore. It's insane."
"Hey man, at least she's not throwing things. I had a bruise shaped
like a TV remote for months," Duo winced at the memory of Hilde
chucking the remote at his chest. She had a good- no, great- arm.
Heero winced inwardly along with Duo, hoping Relena wouldn't add
violence to her list of strange behavior. His wife *was* a pacifist,
but from what he had seen...
"Heero, this is all normal behavior," Quatre assured him.
"I know," Heero recited a line from his research. "Pregnancy is a
state of hormonal equilibrium that results in mood swings, weight
gain, and changes in appetite."
"Exactly," the blonde nodded.
"That doesn't help me, Quatre."
"Buddy, you just gotta suck it up," Duo grinned. "Don't tell me Heero Yuy can't deal with his own wife!"
Heero glared. "That *definitely* doesn't help me."
"You have to be patient," Quatre said. "Tell her you love her,
often."
"And that she's looking good," Duo nodded.
"And give her hugs. Lots of them."
"And don't say the words cow, whale, pig, fat, chubby, obese,
swollen, or lard."
"Regardless of context," Quatre added solemnly.
"Understood," Heero replied, as though accepting an assignment.
"Is there anything else we can help with?" Quatre asked gently.
Heero took a deep breath. There *was* something else, but he wasn't
sure if he should say anything.
"You can tell us, Heero. We promise we'll keep it secret."
"We will?" Duo asked, receiving a Death Glare in response.
"Yes," came Quatre's firm reply.
He still wasn't sure, but the prospect of spending another night the
way he had been for the past month prompted him to speak.
"She refuses to- she doesn't feel like-"
"Doing the nasty?" Duo offered helpfully. Quatre smacked his
forehead in dismay.
"I was going to say 'being intimate'" Heero growled, flushing. "But
yes. Do you HAVE to use that kind of language?"
"If I had a dollar for every time you've said that..." Duo
chuckled. "Hey, buddy, no worries. Hilde was like that too, the
first- I dunno- first few months."
"The first few months?" Heero's face took on a pained expression.
It had already been a month and a half since they found out. Relena
was 8 weeks along. What was Duo telling him?"
"Yeah, it's hell, I know. But you just gotta let her know she's
still hot. Tell her you want her, cuz pregnant women sure don't
feel pretty. Right, Quat?"
"I guess so," Quatre replied.
"You guess so?" Duo raised an eyebrow.
"Honestly- I wouldn't know," A deep flush set over his
cheeks. "Dorothy's libido was significantly...higher, during her
pregnancy."
"Great," Duo threw his arms back dramatically. "*Quatre* gets laid
with his knocked up wife, and I had to beg. That's *backwards*."
The blonde cleared his throat. "If all else fails, Heero, just
explain to her how you feel. She loves you. She'll understand.
It's just the hormones that are making her feel this way."
"And if she doesn't come around, hey, it's only nine months, right?"
Duo grinned.
Heero gripped the table. Nine months of Relena in her current state
did not bode well for his sanity.
"Duo, you're not helping," Quatre sighed in exasperation. "You'll
get through it, Heero. Remember, she loves you."
"Yeah," Heero relaxed his grip on the tabletop, feeling surprisingly
better for having talked out his worries. He looked at his
comrades, and gave a half smile. "Thank you. Both of you."
^^^^^@^^^^^
When Heero reached his bedroom, Relena was emerging from the bath.
Her freshly blow-dried hair lay shining on her shoulders, and the
towel wrapped around her body did little to hide the curve of her
hip or the swell of her breast. Her skin was still glistening from
her lotion, and the smell of ylang-ylang drifted about the room.
She was gorgeous, and suddenly, Heero felt quite restricted in his
work slacks.
Let Operation: Win back Relena begin.
She gave him a small smile, meant to be friendly, but to him was
completely arousing. He followed her to the armoire and she jumped
when he enveloped her in a hug from behind. He pressed his body
into her back, nuzzling the soft skin at her neck.
"I love you," he murmured, kissing her shoulder.
"You don't have to pretend," she pulled from his embrace, turning to
face him. "I know I've gotten huge, and I know I've gotten-
hideous. And I know how much you hate getting me food at night, but
I can't stop asking, and now you hate me!" She burst into tears,
having talked herself into a state of despair. Heero stared at her,
dumbfounded. Duo was actually *right*. She did feel unattractive.
It was the root of the entire problem.
"You are *not* ugly," he said forcibly. "And you're *not* huge."
"I told you, you don't have to lie," Relena cried through her tears.
Heero seized his wife, pulling her close. Cravings were one thing,
but believing he didn't love her because she no longer felt
beautiful?
Enough was enough.
"I love you," he said quietly, holding her tight.
"How can you? I'm enormous!"
"Relena. You are not enormous. And I do love you. You are- you're my
*wife*. There is *no one* I love more. Do you understand?"
Relena sniffled and Heero kissed the tears off her cheeks. "Ok,"
she answered, twining her arms around his neck. He moved to kiss
her lips, certain that she could feel him pressed against her
stomach. She accepted his kiss, her mouth soft and pliant, but when
he reached for her towel, she pulled away again.
"Heero," she blushed ashamedly, going back to the armoire. He only
reached for her again.
"No, Relena," he murmured in her ear. "I told you, I love you. I
need you, now. Dammit, it's been too long. You don't know what
you're doing to me." The towel fell to the floor with a tug, and the
sudden feel of her soft skin drove Heero nuts. He couldn't get
enough- his hands were everywhere. Relena sighed under his touch,
his long fingers pressing her thighs, her back, and the sides of her
breasts.
"Please," he rasped into her neck, his arousal painful.
"Yes," she replied, breathing heavy. Heero didn't need to be told
twice. He lifted her up, wrapping her legs around him, before
taking her to their bed. He laid her down gently, standing up to
look at her. She squirmed under his gaze, moving to cover herself,
but he halted her hands.
"Perfect," he whispered in her ear. "Perfect," he laid down beside
her as she reached for his clothes, helping him undress. The feel
of their bodies together left Heero breathless. Her skin on his was-
indescribable. Heero bent his head to take in a creamy breast, his
tongue greedily lapping at the tender flesh. He held her close,
suckling as hard as he could while being mindful of their tenderness.
"Heero," Relena moaned, hands threading through his hair. He came
up immediately and kissed her, attacking her mouth with his,
invading her with his tongue. Her hands raked through his hair to
his shoulders, nails digging into them. He slid a hand down her
body, gently massaging her stomach before moving to grip her
thighs. She spread her legs, shifting her hips to urge his hand
lower. His fingers found her folds, and his thumb rubbed circles
around her hardened nub. Relena writhed and whined, bucking her
hips in need and causing Heero to nearly lose control. He slipped a
finger in, testing, and found her to be enticingly wet. She sighed
into his shoulder as he explored her, inserting another finger and
curling them inside her. He was rewarded by another rush of nectar,
flooding onto his hand. Heero gritted his teeth, trying to stave
off the urge to manhandle her until she was breathless. It had been
two months and he wanted to make it last...
But depravation is not conducive to slow, sensuous lovemaking, and
when Relena pulled his hair, trailing her tongue across his ear,
Heero lost it. He removed his fingers and plunged in, gasping at
her tightness, at their incredible fit. He heard her cry out his
name, and he forced himself to be still. She was pregnant, after
all, and could be tender- but she surprised him with a buck of her
hips.
"Please," she whined, her voice lust personified. Relena wrapped
her legs around his torso, urging. He pulled out slowly.
"I love you," Heero whispered in her ear before entering again.
Relena sighed and answered in kind, drawing him close.
"Faster," she begged. Heero needed no further encouragement. Each
thrust grew in speed and intensity, until he felt her tighten around
him, heard her cry. He gave himself to the rush of pleasure,
emptying himself inside his wife. He buried his face in her neck,
breathing heavily as she stroked his back.
"I almost forgot how good it was," she remarked archly. He rose to
look at her, their faces flushed and satiated.
"Never doubt again," he commanded huskily.
Relena regarded him a moment, her fingers trailing along his jaw
line. "Are you ordering me not to?"
"No. I'm begging you."
She smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. "Never again."
FIN
