Ying and Yang [12 Horny Days of Christmas] R/NC-17

[perfectpeach]

12 Horny Days of Christmas Challenge ? Day 1, Ying and Yang

I do not own Gundam Wing.

This is for the 12 days of Christmas challenge. So?happy holidays!


?On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me??

Relena would have found the carollers outside the Preventor building pleasant, she really would have, had it not been for the whiney little soloist in the front.

?No, that was mean. I?m sure she?s trying her best?.

?Five goooolld rrrriiiings!?

Relena?s face muscles tightened and found her teeth beginning to ache from their grinding motion. ?Does she HAVE to roll her ?r?s like that?!?

?And a partridge in a pair trrrrreee.?
Relena threw her pen down, causing the plastic to crack on the solid oak of her desk, and strode like a fearsome titan over to the window.

She braced her hand on the handle, ready to give the whiney one a piece of her mind, now pounding in her seemingly smaller skull. She twisted it half way before, wisting it back, and back again.

?No, she?s only a kid. She probably has a cold or something. But why does she have to roll her r?s! No. It?s all in the spirit of Christmas. As if Christmas means anything these days anyway!?

She was fighting a mental battle, one of many in a catastrophic war. ?Forget it.?

She took three deep breaths, counted to ten and started to make her way back to the chair.

?AND A PARRRTRRRIDDDGEE IN A PAIRRRR TREEEEE!?

Relena screamed and threw herself at leather sofa on the other side of the room. She picked of one of the cushions (the ugliest fucking cushions she had ever seen, apparently), held it to her taut jaw and screamed.

The whiney one?s voice just?grrr! It sent painful waves of jellifying electivity through her every nerve, and each time she rolled her fucking r?s she wanted to either kill someone or kill herself. Just to let the singing stop!

She screamed and she screamed. She screamed until she felt a hot tickle in her throat and her arms no longer wanted to hold up the cushion. She threw it aside as she had done her unfortunate pen now bleeding ink stains onto her carpet.

She felt better. She truly did. Whether that was a result of her screaming or simply because the girl stopped she did not know, but all she cared about was that there was no more ?rrrrrrs?.

?Chrrrrist was born on Chrrrristmas day??

Relena?s eyes opened to the size of saucepans as she darted to the window, stiletto in hand.

Throwing open her window she eyed her target whining below her, took aim and?

?Why won?t my arm move!??

As if in answer to her question she felt a warm patch appear on her freezing cold cheek.

?Calm down.? Another kiss.

She really didn?t deserve him. Knowing that she must look like a psychopath she gracefully closed the window. The girl seemed to have quietened significantly.

Heero walked over to her desk and sat down on her big leather chair. He took stance, his normal arms folded, not in a disappointing way, but a way that demanded answers and truthful ones at that. She could never disobey those eyes.

?What happened??

She knew the question was coming. Being a man of few words, he was easy to predict verbally. Matter of statistical prophecy. Knowing that she still looked like a red, puffy eyes monster she glided across the room to an opposing chair with as much grace as she could muster.

?I don?t know. I?ve told you every time you ask me, I don?t know.?

Heero?s facial expression never changed. It remained as hard as a rock, yet holding a softness he only reserved for her.

?And I?ve told you every time, that you?re talking bullshit.?

Relena could feel her skull getting smaller again. Her breathing momentarily quickened before she reminded herself that this was Heero. Not some whiney little ?angel? from the street.

?What do you want me to say, Heero? I don?t know what you want me to say, therefore I cannot give you an answer. I would have thought you of all people would understand the logic of that.?

This time Heero?s face did change. He knew exactly what his was about and it would never be sorted as long as she denied that it was a problem.

?You know the problem and I know the problem. I just want you to say it. Baby steps Relena.?

Relena felt her mouth pull itself into a downward smile, and she felt hot tears threaten to warm her still cold face.

?I don?t know what you?re talking about.? She replied stiffly, even though her every sense told her what Heero was desperate to tell her.

?Say it.? He stared her down. He was on the edge as much as she. Until she admitted it, neither of them would function properly.

?I?want?want??

Heero went to her side, holding her head between his hands and kissing her eyelids lightly.

?It?s OK. No matter what you do it?s OK. It will always be OK.?

Relena felt her head loosen, her tears fall and her fists unclench as he looked into eyes, the same way he did when he told her he loved her.

?I want to quit, Heero. It?it?s too much. I can?t do this right now?not anymore.?

Her hand took life from its limp form at her side and took hold of his. His hand, unlike hers, was still clenched. He knew it was coming, but it still impacted him like a bullet. No more working together meant no more chances to be together. The world would never accept it unless the press did, and that was hardly likely. With what was to come, the press knowing of his existence in her life would be nothing but one more giant step to her destruction.

?I understand. I guess this is it then.? Heero ran his hand through his hair. This was it.
?I didn?t think it would happen so soon. I mean, I always knew it would just?not yet. It?really hurts. I knew that when we once said that it would be better to act on our emotions, even if it was only for a while, there would always be an end. But it still hurts.?

Heero remained silent for a minute. There was so much to say, but nothing he would say mattered now. But he needed to make sure she never forgot.

?I love you. It took me a while to realise it and even longer to articulate it but?I think that it will take even longer than that to forget it, for it to diminish. In fact, I don?t think it will fade at all. It?doesn?t feel like something that would die. Only weak things die.?

Tears didn?t fall. They didn?t even form. Hurt can be expressed in many ways and crying was not something that fitted at the time. It was too soon.

?We?we could keep it going you know. We?ve made it this far. It feels to soon for this. It?s too short, so abrupt. It?s like a song that never finished. You hear every word of every verse and expect a chorus to finish the song for you. But the chorus never came for us Heero. It?s too soon. I can?t keep it up anymore, nor do I want to keep it up, but I can?t let us leave it like this.?

Heero stayed silent. He agreed with her, 100%. But to what she was suggesting he could not agree to. It wouldn?t be right. It would just make things worse. Her happiness came first?then why did it seem like she would be unhappy no matter what they did?

?Heero. I want us to go on. You?re doing this to protect me but as far as I?m concerned us not being together is worse than anything the press can do to hurt me. I?I want us to stay together. Even if it means the possibility of bearing the back end of society?s judgment, I need to be with you.?

Heero?s mind screamed at him, the way Relena?s did not too long ago. It screamed at him that it was wrong. She was talking under the influence of her emotions. But his heart argued. ?That?s a good thing, isn?t it??

?Relena. You?are you sure? We may just be prolonging the inevitable...we?.?

Relena put a finger to his lips. ?Shhh. A man once told me to live by your emotions. Ironic that that man was you. So, that?s what I?m doing now. I?m living.?

She made sense and he knew it. Raising their joined hands he kissed her knuckles, one warm tear falling onto them.

?Count yourself lucky. It?s not everyday I cry.?

She let out a weak attempt at laughter at his odd humour. As her laughter went on, as he kissed her from her hands to her arm to her neck and finally to her lips, she felt herself loosed, and in her mind heard the song of their relationship start again, word by word, verse by verse. Her laughter, full and rich, filled the room.

Heero looked at her. Her laughter was beautiful to him. It had a girlish quality to it, and she obviously tried hard at time to repress forthcoming snorting. But he loved it.

?If this is the result of me being with you, who am I to stop it.?

And with that he closed his mouth onto hers, her laughter muffling into his throat and turning slowly into moans of pleasure beyond that of physical satisfaction. It was the pleasure of being alive. It was the pleasure that comes from having your heart, so constrained and brutalised by the flaws in society, mended and soothed by one physical act that seemed to be so much more.

The way he kissed her was so much more. He never kissed her hard, like most of her other lovers did. It was as though he was trying to massage her lips, applying alight suction of her lip between his, slipping his tongue in her mouth slowly and only when she gave her permission. He kissed her, and all the time his hands found placement in her blouse, running themselves up her smooth sides and the curve of her back, going all the way to where her bra met at the back, keeping her constrained as society had taught her to constrain herself. Tonight, she would be free form that. Today, she would not be a woman, or a minister, or anything else other than what she was to him. Relena.

Relena wove her hands into his hair. She loved his hair almost as much as she loved him. She believed it to be his best vanity, even if he didn?t share the notion. It felt soft, despite it?s rather unruly appearance. Not that she minded. His appearance as a youthful ruffian, as quoted by her mother, made her overwhelm with desire every day. There was truly something to the old saying; opposites most certainly attract.

Relena soon found herself breathing a lot more loudly, an without any constraint, as Heero freed her of her upper garments, while every piece of her smooth flesh he encountered he kissed it and massaged it with his tongue the way he had her lips.

His hands were at her hips, holding her to the edge of her seat as he kissed around her sensitive nipples. She didn?t like him sucking them, he found. After 3 years he learned that though sensitive, too much touching made them easily sore, so he took to taking tiny flicks of them with his tongue, right on the tip, always earning a magnificent series of sharp sighs along with her quickening breaths.

Relena linked her hands around his neck, allowing him to pick her off of her seat and press her against the wall. He looked into her eyes.

?You know, if we do this there it?s going to be hard to turn back.?

Relena lowered her hands from his neck, pinned by his hips to the wall, to where his shirt, now only hanging onto his body by the arms and the sweat of their activities, and undid his jeans.

Heero smiled. It was a rarity for him to cry, and to his command she counted herself lucky, but to see him smile made her feel like a Goddess.

He let his shirt fall off his shoulders as he stepped out of his jeans and the boxers that Relena had pushed down with her squirming feet.

She had always wondered what it would feel like to have sex like this; against a wall like a common whore. Whore. That was a name society made for women who did not fit their expectations. ?Then I guess I?m a whore.?

She kissed him as he did her, as his hands pushed her skirt further up her creamy thighs and stroked her soft skin of her rounded buttocks.

Looping his fingers around her white panties he pulled them down, all the while caressing her thighs. She kicked them off. Patience is a virtue. Another thing society used against her.

Heero smoothed his hands back up to her ass and caressed them gently as he kissed her, this time asking her final assent.

Relena pushed a hand down between their sticky bodies and let them roam over Heero?s chest pausing to pinch a taut brown nipple. He took that as a yes.

He pushed into her, slowly, the way he did when he first took her. She wasn?t a virgin that time. But, that day, he still went slow, as if the act itself was losing her virginity. It should have been to him. As far as society was concerned, she lost it to Trowa. As far as she was concerned, she lost it to Heero.

He was buried inside her to the very hilt. She felt him, deep and hard. It was a feeling like no other. Like being completed. It felt warm, and a tingle appeared in the pit of her stomach.

The kiss never wavered. It always moved, form upper to lower lip, to side and to side, but it never stopped. He pressed his body against hers, his chest rubbing against her nipples as he moved to please her.

The kiss finally broke, and their foreheads came to rest against each other, each looking into the other?s eyes as they made pleasure a reality.

They were truly lost. Heero?s firm grip on her ass tightened as his thrusts became a rhythmic pounding, eliciting a hard slap of damp skin filling the room along with each incoherent, high pitched sigh made by his Goddess.

He was hitting her spot over and over again, and he saw her eyes struggle to stay on his. His hands could feel the beginnings of tremors pass through her spine.

She finally lost it, and closed her eyes throwing her head back against the hard wall as Heero slowed and softened his hard plunder of her heat. Relena?s legs turned to jelly as he let himself go inside her. She collapsed, relying on him to support her limp body. Every muscle in her body felt warm, every nerve extra sensitive.

Heero lifted his head from its place in her neck and kissed her forehead. She was right.

They couldn?t break it off if the tried. They were Ying and Yang. Wufei had told him that though he never once admitted to believing it.

Relena took deep breaths as she felt cold air on her hot, damp body. She could hear carollers outside, whiney girl included. Yet, now it seemed beautiful. She smiled at her words.

?Love the everlasting light.?

Maybe there was something to Christmas after all.

[star fighter]

Girl, you are fast. I'm positive you'll have the 12 themes done

come 03/01. By the way, great first entry

[Morrighan]

Poor Relena. I think I would be really tempted to kill that singer too. ^^

Yay for the first entry!!

[Andrea]

She felt better. She truly did. Whether that was a result of her screaming or simply because the girl stopped she did not know, but all she cared about was that there was no more ?rrrrrrs?.

?Chrrrrist was born on Chrrrristmas day??

Relena?s eyes opened to the size of saucepans as she darted to the window, stiletto in hand.

Throwing open her window she eyed her target whining below her, took aim and?

I laughed so hard at her frustration. It was SO clear.

I found amazing the fact that this started off with a humorous spice at the beginning but it slowly progressed into something much deeper. I loved their interaction, PerfectPeach, you made it seem forbidden and mysterious, yet it was also real and painful.

I loved it. You write good angst, Hon.

And yay for the first fic!

[perfectpeach]

wheeee! When i set off to write it, I didn't intend on making it angsty, i really didn't. but it just....flowed that way.

[relena]

I really love it... Anxious to see the rest...

[Caliborn]

Awww! That was great! Sad, but hopeful... and what was this about Trowa, anyway?

*hugs* Great job! I can't believe you finished it so fast! Can't wait to see more from you. ^_^

[perfectpeach]

*smugness* oh, trowa, i'll leave that for your imaginations.

thanks for the reviews.

[Kaili Charmer]

hahahahaha...personally, I wanted to see Relena wap that chorus singer with her stilletto...but it's okay if Heero interrupted her, especially with the ending they had...Dude, you're quick! Propz to you!

[lilac310]

This is hilarious...especially that whiney soloist!...hehe

anyways, I'm gonna nudge you a bit for a little background info!..hehe...I'm a hardcore 1xR fan but I'm curious to know more about the "Relena-loosing-her-virginity-to-Trowa" part...hehe...we all know Trowa's fast when it comes to women...but I'm just wondering how that actually took place...hehe...a prequel perhaps? on a different pairing?...does anyone else concur?...hehe...

Great job!