Untitled 1xR (inspired by Chihaya's pic 1xR again) PG-13

[War Dove]

Once in a while if I see a peice of artwork that just amazes me, I get inspired to write something about it. This fic is set to Chihaya's 1xR, http://www.deviantart.com/view/9888049/ .

It's my interpretation of what may have happened leading up to that scene. It's really untitled, though the words Ruby Red keep coming to my mind because of the color of Relena's dress in the pic.

Also there was a little question about exactly what it was they are wrapped in. I took it as being a silk comforter from off a bed.

So here it is 1xR ficlett Ruby Red (working title). It's PG-13 (one of my rare non-lemons) for language, it has a little angst, a little fluff...I know it doesn't do Chihaya's artwork justice, but I tried.

Enjoy.


GW and its characters don't belong to me, but to Sunrise/SOTSU Bandai and all those other fun people.


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?Heero.? She spoke his name in a soft, yet stern tone, her eyes leaving his back briefly to gaze down at the simple mask that lay on the floor of their bedroom. Kneeling down slightly, she picked it up with an elegantly gloved hand, folding it to her chest as she rose up again, looking straight at her husband, who was looking straight at her.

Relena could see the anger in his features, the clenched set of his jaw, the furrowed brow over his brilliantly blue eyes and the thin-lipped scowl that made him look somewhat older then his twenty-two years. Drawing a breath into her lungs and straightening her spine, she began to slowly walk to him, grace and poise evident in her every step.

He opened his mouth slightly to tell her to leave, that he was too angry to talk and couldn?t care less about what she had to say, but seeing her nearing him with her regal nature and serene expression, he found himself mute. His heart ached as his eyes drank in the sheer beauty, looking every bit the part of a bewitching enchantress, in her ruby red gown, which clung to her slender form accentuating every supple curve that showed she was a woman.

Unable to move and feeling as if he were nothing more than a stone statue, he wondered why he was beginning to sweat as his lover?s arms enclosed around his shoulders, drawing him to her as she nuzzled her nose into his chest. ?They disgust me too. They know better, but still act like bullies on the playground. They don?t know you like I do?no one does?and besides, you know I don?t give a fuck what any of them think or say.?

Having gained back his mobility, Heero smoothed his hands up and around her waist, bringing them to cup the small of her back. Then pulling her close, he buried his head into her shoulder, the sweet smell of her intricately coifed golden hair filling his senses; fuck, she was so God damned alluring.

Another reason he knew that people looked down upon their union. Before he had claimed her as his bride, she had been the receiver of much attention from the male populace of the social elite. Not only from men who were eligible but from those married as well, such shallow men who would be ready to shame and sever their current unions at the first sign that Relena may have even considered their proposals.

She had been placed on top on the list of every mother who had wanted to marry off their sons, just so that they would be able to claim themselves now related to the great Relena Dorlian, Vice Foreign Minister to ESUN. The dove of peace and savior of the world-how he knew Relena hated such titles placed upon her, she?d had never thought herself anything more than a tiny part of the bigger picture, a mere pawn on the board which had to work alongside many in order to achieve the desired results.

That is how they saw her though, as a person above and beyond the ordinary, to be placed on a pedestal and adored as some display in a nostalgic museum in an ancient land. And he, Heero Yuy had been considered the one to tear her from that pedestal, having clipped her wings, causing her to fall into the very depths of human degradation. He was unworthy, of her attention, of her time, but mostly he had been thought of as unworthy to be in her grace, as her husband and lover and the future father of her children.

The calm that had eased over his body was beginning to be overwhelmed by the burning anger boiling up into his veins.

?I?ll never be good enough, will I? Maybe to fight and die in battle, but for you?they?ll never see me as good enough.? Heero?s voice would have cracked if it had not been filled with such conviction.

Relena could feel the stiffness in his body as it tensed and the curling of his fists as they gripped themselves in anger. ?Don?t say that.? Her tone was serious but gentle, as she clung to him tighter trying to will him to calm down. But it was to no avail.

With a curse to God, he tore himself from her, yanking off their bed comforter, slinging the material around in his rage. His wife covered her ears, muffling the crashing sounds of the items that were unable to hold themselves against the storm of her husband?s ire.

?Heero! Control yourself! Now!? This time her voice was far from gentle, incurring a fury all it?s own. ?Stop this! It?s not helping things at all!?

His ears picked up her words, his mind took them in and his actions ceased, and once again he was standing still, his hands still clutching tightly to the rose colored silk. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he tried to speak an apology, though before he could utter one word, he felt her presence behind him. He felt the warmth of her slim back as she pressed it up against his own and the rustle of the blanket tugging against his hand was the only sound in the room, until she spoke.

?Hold this.? The command was casual and unthreatening, but Heero obeyed the order as if once again he was a soldier, and took the corner of the comforter she had offered him in his left hand. And so they were, back-to-back, lover-to-lover, encircled in the softest of all materials: one person, one heart, and one united front.

Relena twirled Heero?s mask with her fingers, only now noticing that she still held it in one of her hands. She glanced at it briefly, and then glanced away, staring out into nothing, her expression quite serene, though her mind and heart were filled with a frenzy of emotion. The heaving rise and fall of Heero?s chest played a steady rhythm against her back and she closed her eyes, getting lost its beat, her head lulling back until it rested against the nape of his neck.

?I love you, Heero. Do you love me??

Bowing his head slightly, he placed his brow against his fist; the blanket was still present, the softness evident against his skin. He sighed slowly, his eyebrows knitted together as he pondered the reason for her question. ?What does that have to do with anything??

Amusement, not meant to be funny, lilted in her voice. ?Just answer the question. Do you, Heero Yuy, love me, Relena Dorlian Yuy??

A small smile crept up on him. ?With everything I am, yes?I love you.? This time his voice did crack a little, the words at the end of his sentence having always been hard for him to say. Not because he did not feel them, but simply because they seemed so foreign to him, so surreal, as if he admitted such a thing out loud then his dream would shatter and leave him with a cold harsh reality that he would forever be without her. Though time and again, his fears had been proven wrong as whenever he spoke such words they only served to draw her closer to him.

And so she did, turning him in her arms until they were gazing into each other?s eyes. Heero felt as if he had fallen in love with her all over again, as he peered deeply into her light, clear eyes, as pure and blue as the very skies themselves. They looked so loving, so serene and calming as did her smile, the rouge that matched her dress, playing seductively upon the lips that displayed it.

?I love you.?

Relena?s heart shaped face, lit up even more hearing the confession, knowing that he had meant it, seeing the blue in his already dark eyes growing smokier with the change of his emotions from anger to contentment. ?Then that?s all the matters, and to hell with everyone else.?

The blanket fell to the floor, long forgotten as his fingers instead grasped her chin, his head bowing down again, but this time to give her a feverish kiss, his mind agreeing with her very words?to hell with them all.

The End

[kotake]

Oh my God. This Fic made me cry. Beautiful as always.

[Raspberry]

Oh my God. This Fic made me cry. Beautiful as always.

*dreamy sigh*
I TRULLY agree! Though I didn't cry, it still made me feel warm inside ^_^

Both Heero and Relena were very in character

Great job, War Dove!

[Morrighan]

?Then that?s all the matters, and to hell with everyone else.?

Exactly!! What do those stupid politicians know anyway?! :evil:

Wonderful job, Wardove!

[Kaili Charmer]

aww...this absolutely makes my night. This was a wonderful piece, keep up the good work, Wardove--you always seem to pull through for me.

[Wingnut]

To hell with them all indeed.
This is just what the Dr. ordered. Now if you will all excuse me, I have a date with my GM sniper to eradacate these winnie stiffnecks who would dare to claim Heero not worthy of Relena.

[lilac310]

Amazing!...and in my opinion, you did justice to chihaya's drawing....the story and the picture intermingled as if they were one....they totally fit perfectly...Keep it up!

[WindCloud]

OHhhhhhhhhh the drawing was pretty, I think you did it justices VERY well written... , They were so in character..WARM FUZZY feelings all over now..^.^

[Juichi]

aww...this absolutely makes my night.

Such a sweet piece of writing. It definately made my night as well.