(D2 Entry) Under the Moonlight

[Sachie]

Under the Moonlight
by Sachie
sachie@wideopenwest.com
Best Lemon, Best One-Shot
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She blamed it on the moon. It was full and bright and hung high in the sky, painting the nightscape with a silvery brush. Moonlight poured in from the window, taunting her sleeplessness, as Relena tossed and turned and tangled in the sheets.

She finally quit her bed and decided to take a stroll through the garden. The night air was cool, but not chilly. A breeze ruffled the long hem of her negligee and it felt good against her skin. Thick grass tickled her bare feet. She breathed in the scent of flowers and wondered where Heero was and what he was doing.

He was never far from her thoughts. Even during the busiest part of her day, some part of her was always thinking of him and longing for him.

"I wish he was here," she said out loud.

The trees and flowers did not reply. The moon beamed down on here benignly, as if to placate her.

"I wish Heero Yuy was here," she said again.

The insects singing in the grass suddenly stopped. A gust of wind blew through the trees, scattering a few leaves. She held her breath. Suddenly the night air seemed charged with magic. Anything could happen. Anything was possible.

Part of her was really not even surprised when an all too familiar figure stepped out from behind a tree and stood before her.

"Why do you wish for Heero Yuy?" he said.

Everything about his was exactly as she remembered, his dark unruly hair, his intense blue eyes, the way he moved with infinite and careless grace. And yet he was also different. His silhouetted figure was taller, broader in the shoulder and more muscular. She heart was pounding in her throat.

"Heero!" She managed to choke out his name. She stumbled forward to touch him, to make sure that he was real. As she reached out to him he caught her hands and drew her close.

"Why do you wish for me?"

"Because I miss you," she said. "Because I need to see you." Words came freely to her lips and she did not stop them. Under the moonlight, secrets could be revealed. Courage could be found to speak truths too fragile for the harsh light of day. Under the moonlight, she could be bare her soul. "I have a hole in my heart, because that's where you belong."

"I belong in your heart." There was a pause as he let this thought sink in. His voice was grave and his expression was solemn, but when he looked at her his eyes were filled with a sense of joy. "There is a place in my heart for you also," he said. "When you are not there, my heart feels empty. I feel lonely." Relena's heart skipped a beat.

His hands encircling hers were rough, but warm. He touched his lips to the fingertips of her hand. His kisses were like flower petals, soft and gentle.

"I tried to stay away. But I always found myself coming back to you. I couldn't stop thinking about you. I watched you from far away, but I wanted to come closer. I wanted to touch you, to feel you."

"Why did you stay away?"

"I did not think you would want me."

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into her embrace. Their foreheads were touching and their bodies closely pressed against each other. She breathed in the smell of him, so dark and secretive and full of possibilities. His eyes were gazing into hers with a deep and soulful vulnerability she had never seen in him before. A warmth blossomed between her legs and she could feel a corresponding heat in Heero's body. Her heart was beating so fast! Surely he could feel it pressed against his own chest.

"Heero, I do want you. All of you."

He leaned in and kissed her lips. His kiss was like moonlight, bright and intoxicating. She would never sleep for a thousand years.

"You're trembling," he said.

"I'm happy," she said. Oh, the foolishness! She could not stop her tears. He kissed her again. He kissed her face, her lips, her eyes. He kissed her tears away. He kissed her hair. When he kissed her lips again, she opened her mouth to him and felt his warm tongue mingle with hers. She wanted him to hold her, to crush her against his body until there was no distance between them. All she was wearing was her negligee, but suddenly it felt bulky and cumbersome.

He drew away from her again, to catch his breath. She held on to the fingers of his hand. She could not bear to let him go. Moonlight lit his face with an otherworldly glow. She touched his shoulders and traced the line of his upper arm with her fingertips. He was beautiful.

"I've never wanted anything so much in my life as I want you now. I've never felt this way before."

His hand caressed her face. "I can't stop touching you. I don't want to stop."

"Please don't stop."

His hand traveled down the sensitive skin of her throat and his thumb traced the line of her collar bone as he kissed her lips again.

"Please, Heero." His hand reached her breast and her throaty moan was loud, wanton. She didn't care. She only wanted him to touch her and to keep touching her. There was a fire inside of her, burning her skin. He pulled her down and they tumbled to the ground, their bodies intertwined. The grass was soft and yielding. She could feel the hot hardness between his legs press against her thigh. She reached down and brushed her fingers against his crotch. Heero made a growling sound in his throat and kissed her, hard. He rolled over so that she was on her back and he was on top of her, and continued the relentless assault on her lips.

"I want to be inside of you. I want you to be mine." He was kissing her throat, trailing kisses down her chest. He kissed her breast through the thin fabric of her negligee and leaving it damp. The fabric rubbed against her erect nipples and chills ran up and down her spine.

"Yes. Make me yours, Heero. I want to feel you inside." Her blood was rushing in her ears. She shed her negligee by pulling if up over her head. All her senses were magnified. She could feel the prickly grass beneath her legs, and the faint dampness of the earth. The night smelled like roses and grass and Heero. She lay back on the grass and kicked off her panties. Heero knelt beside her, radiating body heat. His knee and one arm was pressed against her but she could feel him even where he wasn't touching her. Even the moonlight seem to tingle where it passed over her skin.

Heero ran his fingers lightly down her body while his eyes seem to devour every inch of her.

"You're beautiful," he said. She shivered.

"Are you cold?"

"Not at all."

He took off his shirt as he kissed her, one hand fumbling with the buttons, the other tangled in her hair. He struggled with his trousers because he wouldn't stop kissing, and she helped him pull them off. His briefs went with them. Naked, he lay down beside of her.

"Relena." His eyes were like deep pools. She was drowning in them. They were lying in each others arms, skin to skin, soul to soul. His erection was warm and solid, nestled against the hollow of her hip bone.

"Heero." She spoke his name like an incantation. He was a spell that brought sweetness and joy and amazing light into her life. He was magic itself. She wanted take all that magic into her, possess him and surround him and swallow him whole. They would become one mind, one body, one soul. She kissed him fiercely, hungrily.

His hands were all over her body, and she had hers all over him. Primal need drove them, and later they would discover woeful bruises, but not now. All they could feel was each other. He bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. She raked her nails across his back. Her own passion surprised her. But Heero had always been able to touch that deep place inside of her, where all her emotions ran wild and naked. Naked and screaming.

She screamed when he entered her, not because of the pain, although there was plenty of it, but because of sheer joy. This was Heero. He was with her, inside of her. He was looking down at her with eyes full of unspoken tenderness, unguarded emotion.

"Relena." His lips moved, but they made no sound.

"Heero." She reached for his hand. Their fingers intertwined. Their bodies rocked against each other in timeless rhythm.

Indescribable sweetness flowed through her veins, a river of ecstasy. She felt unbound, unfettered, a spirit lost in the limitless ether of Heero. "Heero!" She was a cloud of vapor in the sky turning into rain and falling, falling, falling. She felt Heero's body tighten against her. She heard him call out her name.

"Relena!" They were falling together.

Spent and damp, they lay in a complex tangle. Legs crossing, arms crossing, hands clasped. He was kissing her with slow wet kisses. Contentment seeped through ever fiber of her being. She closed her eyes.

When she opened them again, he was gone. His shirt was draped over her naked body, and her own negligee was in a neatly folded pile next to her. She drew the shirt closer to her and shivered. The moon had long since set, and the night had turned dark and cold. Strangely, she did not feel abandoned. Much.

She hugged her knees to her chest. She still carried his scent on her body. Heero had touched and made love to her. Somewhere out there, Heero carried a part of her with him.

She pulled on her nightclothes and made her way back to her own bedroom.

-the end-