1xRx3 Snog Trilogy (non-yaoi) PG-PG-13

[War Dove]

These three fics were written seperately a few months back during Pscyhe's 101 ways to Snog En Route to a Coloney for her Happy Fangirl site.

Yes you read right in the topic post. This is 1xRx3 but non yaoi, so, you don't have to worry about any m/m action here.

I'm going to post all three parts in this one post, since they don't contain very many words. In fact, the 1xR part of the snog never made it onto her site, since she ran out of spaces, so very few people have actually read it.


GW and its characters do not belong to me but to Sunrise/SOTSU Agency, Bandai etc. etc.

Author: War Dove
Word Count: 653
Pairing: Trowa/Relena
Warnings: None G
Title: No Need for Gravity

“I apologize, Miss President. I know this stop will most likely make us late for the conference. But, I also know that if we don’t get the fuel line fixed, the shuttle will be dead in space within an hour.”

With a soft, warm smile and a small sigh, Relena Dorlian turned to look at her pilot and escort for the day, Trowa Barton. “It’s okay; I’m just happy that there was a cargo ship, in the area, that was big enough to take in our shuttle. I’ll simply contact the other delegates on L3 and inform them of the situation.”

The corners of Trowa’s lips turned upward as he returned the gaze of the newly instated President of the ESUN. He had always admired the way she had been able to keep her wits and grace even in the oddest and tensest of situations. She had also grown to be quite the beauty, he thought. Though to him, she had always been anything but plain. He cleared his throat and narrowed his gaze on her. Almost immediately, a slight blush crept up in her cheeks and her sea green eyes turned shyly away.

“Well, shall we exit the shuttle, Mr. Barton?”

“Docking is complete. So, that we can, Miss President.” The former gundam pilot waited for his charge to rise and step ahead before standing on his own feet to follow her. The shuttle was small and, within a couple of minutes, they were at the exit doors. Relena took the first step out, pushing against the frame of the ship so that her body would float up to the edge of the catwalk, which led to the entrance doors of the main interior of the ship. Just as she propelled herself forward, her foot slipped on the edge of the door, sending her spiraling away before she could stop herself. Taken off guard, she caught her breath and began to flail her hands looking for something to grab. She then felt a pair of strong hands grasp the hem of her blouse and pull her down. She blinked twice and saw that the pair of hands belonged to none other than Trowa, whose arms were now completely around her, cradling her to his chest. She also noticed, as she instinctively tightened her embrace around him, they were floating forward over the catwalk.

He was smiling down at her and winked as he quipped, “watch that last step.”

This time Relena didn’t try to hide her blush as she smiled coyly back at him and said, “now you tell me.”

He landed them gently down onto the platform right in front of the door, though he did not release her, right away. “Better late then never, I always say.”

Before the President could question his words, she found his lips locked onto hers and his arms pressing her body even closer to his. His hands glided under her blouse to caress her back and shoulders. She closed her eyes and surrendered, accepting the kiss, as well as returning it and a caress and squeeze of her own to his tight rear.

After several seconds of kissing and groping one another, they parted slightly to catch their breaths. As they opened their lids, they immediately locked onto each other’s eyes.

“Do you think me too forward, Miss President?”

She shook her head, stray locks of honey gold floating gently around her face and form. “Only if you don’t think this is too forward, Mr. Barton.”

With those words and a devilish smile she pushed against the railing and together they ascended gently from the landing. Once again, they were drifting smoothly and spinning slowly, as they began to share another kiss.”

END



Author: War Dove
Word Count: 797
Pairing: Heero/Relena
Warning: None PG
Title: One Again/Off Again




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


“Oh, Heero, yes, yes right there.” The twenty-two year old President of ESUN shifted onto her back, feeling the heat of her lover’s skin as well as the weight of his body atop her.

A jolt to the ship knocked Relena Dorlian out of her bed and right out of her dream. Her eyes still closed, she groaned in pain and irritability as she covered her yawn and blinked opened her eyes; they were met with total darkness. She caught her breath and quickly rose to her feet.

She waved her hands in the darkness and walked towards the room’s door, thanking her lucky stars when it slid open. With her arms still in front of her, she took a cautious step out into the narrow hall. “Heero!” She called loudly once, and then listened for him to answer her, but she could hear nothing. Okay, girl, keep your cool. He’s probably somewhere he can’t hear you. She called his name again, but still there was no reply. She took a few more steps, her back against the wall so she could feel her way better. She kept calling Heero’s name, stopping only when she came to another door. Was it the cockpit? She pushed the panel and the door slid open. She took a deep breath and called for Heero again, and when she still heard nothing, she took a step back, only to feel a large hand grasp her wrist and jerk her forward. She was unable to even get out a scream before she was pinned against a wall, the one hand still gripping her wrist, another hand of the stranger cupped over her mouth.

“Not a word.”

The voice was familiar to her and she twisted her head, her tongue picking up the slight salty taste of his skin as his hand slid from her mouth.

“What happened?”

He answered her with his usual monotone. “A short somewhere, I imagine. Fortunately the life support and main electronics seem unaffected.”

Relena was able to make out his form, though most of it was still covered in shadow. “Can you get us out?”

“If I can find the box. It’s some where in here.”

“I’ll help you look.” But as she went to take another step he body was halted and pressed back against the wall held firm by his hands on her shoulders.

“Don’t move.” Heero’s voice was serious and gruff, though to Relena the tone was nothing new.

“But Heero, I just want to…” The sudden pressure of his lips against her own ceased her words as she found them replaced in her mouth with his tongue. She felt weak kneed and closed her eyes.

Heero moaned slightly as he continued to kiss her, his hands smoothing their way down her sides until they were around her waist, where they proceeded to tug at the fabric of her tucked in blouse.

“Heero?” Relena questioned with a somewhat startled breath as she broke from their kiss.

Speaking now in a stern whisper, he told her to hush, even as his suckled on the smooth skin of her neck, his hands now completely under her blouse cupping her breasts with his palms while his fingers kneaded and teased at their tender pink centers.

She did not protest, allowing him to touch and assess her body as he saw fit, curling her arms around his back, her own hands gliding down the contours of his back and shoulders. So lost in his kiss and his touch, she did not even realize when the lights of the cargo bay flickered back on.

She opened her eyes, upon his gentle command, catching his own eyes, their dark blue smoldering as she had never seen them before.

“Obviously a short.”

Rapidly blinking out of her daze she nodded, smoothing out her disheveled clothing, disappointed that the moment had ended. “Yea, just a short. I’ll go back to my room and let you fix it.” She then turned to leave, but found herself unable to even take a step as his hand once again stopped her, his head dipped so that his lips were to her ears.

“Give me two minutes.” He then released her noticing her smile had brightened as well as the gleam in her eyes.

“Two minutes then.” She agreed as she scurried out of the cargo bay.

Once the doors were closed again, Heero dug into the slacks of his Preventer uniform, producing from it a tiny remote control. He pushed its button and the lights flickered. Tossing it on the floor, he crushed it with his foot before leaving to make his way towards Relena’s room.

END


Author: War Dove
Word Count: 779
Pairing: Heero/Relena/Trowa PG-13
Warnings: None
Title: The President’s Men


Out of the corner of his eye, Heero Yuy could not help but look over his shoulder at the President of ESUN. He could, also, not help but notice the way his partner, Trowa Barton, was sitting very close to her, nose to nose, whispering softly, and smiling.

Setting the autopilot, the ex-pilot of the Wing gundams pushed himself up the aisle until he was standing right beside the seats of the cuddling pair.

“You’re here to help escort her, Trowa, not maul her. Your actions are unprofessional.”

The eyes of the taller pilot widened somewhat, as he looked up at his fellow Preventor. “Part of my assignment is to make our President’s journey most comfortable. And right now, I don’t see her in any discomfort.”

Heero scowled his features, knowing Trowa had a point. His only remaining option was to pull rank.

“Go in the back and make sure that everything is locked down and secure. That’s an order.”

Forest green smiled wryly at Prussian blue, as the silent soldier lived up to his name and exited the room without a word.

Once they were alone, Relena took the opportunity to voice her mind.

“Very rude, Heero.”

“We need to focus on our mission at hand; getting you to the summit meeting. Socializing is waste of time and energy.”

With a disheartened sigh, Relena stood up, “I suppose I’ll go in the back and rest awhile in the sleeping compartment.”

Heero found himself grabbing Relena’s wrist, before she could even make it to the doors.

“I think you should stay by me.”

Defiance in her eyes as well as her voice, the President shrugged her bodyguard away.

“Why is that?”

Heero swallowed thickly the words that could not come out of his mouth.

Relena turned around to face him, her eyes narrowed and gleaming. “You never did grill me last week about why it took Trowa and I so long to make it to the L5 summit. It only took an hour for our shuttle to be repaired. Yet, we didn’t arrive at our destination for a hour and a half.”

“Trowa’s report stated that you requested a short rest before continuing.”

“Yes, of course, rest.”

Heero’s look turned somewhat confused, as he saw Relena lean forward. When, by his left ear, she proceeded to whisper what had really taken place.

“Trowa neglected to include all of the details in his report. The repercussions of such an action…”

Her mouth gaping somewhat, she looked at Heero. “You would honestly turn him in? He’s your friend!”

“Duty is duty.”

“And true friends are rare. Besides, if you say anything, the media might find out… then what?”

“Point noted.”

“Maybe a kiss would make up for it.”

Taken off guard, he became caught up in the sensation of Relena’s mouth on his, her tongue, slipped past the barrier of his lips to smooth along his teeth as it playfully danced with his own tongue.

Closing his eyes, he pulled her close to him, a frustrated moan escaping him as the back of her right hand graced the fly of his slacks. He reacted, his hands sliding up and under her skirt.

Her upper body stiffened even as her legs curled around his hips and a couple of his fingers slipped inside the crotch of her silk panties.

Breaking the kiss, Relena looked up at him with hooded eyes. “Seems like Trowa and I aren’t the only ones who have a secret to keep, now.”

Before Heero could commit a response, the doors to the cabin slid open, showing behind them, a seemingly amused, Trowa.

“Did someone say my name?”

Heero’s fingers left Relena’s nether region to curl around the small of her back.

“She was merely filling me in on the left out details of last week’s shuttle ride to L5.

With a thin smile Trowa approached the two would-be lovers. “Oh, those events.”

He reached out his hand and tucked a stray blonde hair behind Relena’s ear before leaning forward and sensually kissing her mouth. Then, leaving the two, he made his way to the control panel of the shuttle. After punching a few buttons, he spoke again.

“Our engines are offline, Heero. It may take awhile to diagnose the problem.”

He then casually came back up behind the one-time princess of Cinq, his hands smoothing over her shoulders, as his eyes locked onto those of his commanding officer.

“Then we should start the engine diagnostics immediately, Trowa. We don’t want to arrive to the colony too late.”

“Oh let’s take our time.” Relena breathed, getting lost in the sensations, as the bodies of the two men closed around her.

END

[Wingnut]

OOC. Me no likey.
It is this kind of thing that coused GW romance fanfiction to go down the toilet in record time.

[pilot03]

What the...what is it with you Wing...I like the whole trilogy idea. They were not that OOC...It was a fresh, new idea. I could imagine Heero threaten to put Trowa on report...Hahahahah!!

[Beck]

OOC. Me no likey.
It is this kind of thing that coused GW romance fanfiction to go down the toilet in record time.

OOC?? How and where? If this is considered OOC, then half the fics posted on this site might as well be considered OOC. :-?

[Mizaya]

I liked it, especially the 1xR. That was the most IC, although I have to agree with Pilot03 and Beck about them all being feasible. Good little ficlets!

[Wingnut]

The pilots were IC enough, but Relena was acting a little too much like Dorothy might act. Relena isn't that casual about useing men like that.

And on a different note, don't use the dark green text color to post a story in. Too dark to read clearly, espically large paragraphs.

[perfectpeach]

Wing, you complain too much. Life is just too short.

On another note, GO WARDOVE! *hoots loudly blatently ignoreing her brothers constant cries of 'shut the fuck up'*