Bedtime Stories... Part Three

[Loyce]

*crawls out from pile of diapers and bottles*

Hello All! Well I finally got some free time now that Alison (my new daughter) is sleep. So before I rush off to take my nap as well, I thought I'd drop off the next part of 'Bedtime Stories.'

One of these days, I'll get a chance to catch up on all the good fics I missed over the past month!

Chapter 3
Chaos and destruction

"Are you sure that none of the staff came across it?" She asked, while tapping her fingers on the top of the proposal lying in front of her. "Well as soon as someone comes across it, notify me as soon as possible, Pagan." Stilling her fingers, she brought them up and inched the bridge of her nose. Relena's eyes widened. "What's in the book?" Usually quick witted, her mind came up with blank responses, until she stuttered, "I have some
important notes on a few meetings in the book. Please let me know if you find it, Pagan. It's rather important. Goodbye."

Reaching over, she disconnected the line and began to punch the familiar pattern of numbers to reach the Preventer's secured line operator for the third time that day. The hone only rang once before it was answered.

"Pass code?"

"Darlian, WDHSN-195."

"What can I do for you Foreign Minister?"

Her hands were shaking as she held the phone to her ear and she hesitated slightly. "Connect me with Lieutenant Colonel Yuy, please."

"One moment."

As she waited on the line for the connection to be established, Relena leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling. In all the dangerous events she lived through in her life, nothing scared her as much as the idea of a confrontation with Heero. Digging deep into her well of courage, she tried to calm her erratic breathing and pounding heart. Being in
the political spotlight constantly caused butterflies in her stomach, but never a panic attack. If she didn't get control of herself, Relena was sure she would wind up hyperventilating.

The buzzing sound in her ear jolted her from her thoughts. She counted out the rings, waiting for him to answer. After the seventh ring, she gave up.

"Damnit!" Slamming the phone down in the cradle, Relena glared at the offending device. Just when she had worked up the courage to come out and ask him, if he took her dream diary, Heero had to go into hiding.

Relena planted her feet on the floor, pushing her chair into a half turn. The piles of budgets, proposals, and treaties were going to have to wait until later. Puffy white clouds dotted the once clear blue sky, and Relena tried her best to determine shapes out of them. However, most of them took on the form of a book, or a Gundam, or even his face. With a frustrated sigh, she turned back to her desk, lying the side her face against its cool
surface. There was only one thing left to do, go find Heero and get the book back herself.

The intercom on her desk sounded. "Relena?"

"Yes, Felicia." She answered, her voice reverberating against the top of the desk.

"Major Maxwell and a visitor are here to see you."

Mentally checking her calendar, Relena couldn't remember any delegates that were scheduled to visit Earth during the week. Her curiosity was tweaked. What was Duo doing up at her office anyway, and with a visitor? She quickly smoothed the wrinkles out of her skirt and moved out of her chair to greet her guests. "Go ahead and send them in, Felicia."

The door to her office opened and blur of movement came running into the room, latching around Relena's knees and almost knocking her off balance. Holding onto the edge of her desk for support, Relena looked down into the smiling face of two-year old Justin Maxwell.

"Justin!" Hilde's voice carried into the office, as she sprinted away from Felicia's desk. "Sometimes I think you get into more mischief than your father."

Relena giggled as she lifted the spitting image of Duo into her arms. "I highly doubt that, Hilde. Since he looks like his father, you should already know that he's going to be like his father."

"I was hoping that he would have picked up a few of my traits, after all, I did carry him for nine months." Hilde huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest and looked on as Relena interacted in her son. "I'll take my chances and say that you thought the 'other' Major Maxwell was waiting outside your door."

"That was my initial thought." She said, bumping noses with Justin. "But I'm not complaining about getting a visit from my godchild. So to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

Sitting down in one of the plush chairs, Hilde crossed her ankles and let her head hang, the back of the chair pushing into her neck. "Since I go back to active duty after Christmas, I'm trying to make the most out of my free time. So, we thought we'd stop by and see if our favorite Foreign Minister would be able to go with us to lunch. Nothing fancy..." Lifting her head and taking a good look at her friend, Hilde's eyes grew as big as saucers. "My God! Relena, you aren't wearing any makeup."

Relena turned away from Hilde, and with Justin still her in arms, she sank down into the leather chair behind her desk. She kept her eyes trained on the small child in her lap. "I...I was running late this morning."

Leaning across the desk, Hilde eyed her carefully while she handed Justin his container of honey nut Cheerios. "All right are you going to tell me what's wrong or am I going to have to guess?"

"Nothing's... wrong." If Justin hadn't been sitting on her lap, Relena would have sat on her hands to keep from fidgeting. "I've had a lot on my mind lately, with the ESUN session coming up and the visitors next week, and with the upcoming holidays..." Realizing she was babbling, Relena closed her mouth and hoped her friend didn't pick up on her nervousness. That hope didn't have a snow cones chance in Hell.

Hilde laughed. "I haven't seen you this distraught since the time you lost your favorite hair ribbon." Though her expression never faltered, Hilde saw Relena's eyes widened a fraction. "What? Did you loose something again this time?"

"Misplaced is more like it." She muttered under her breath. Ignoring Hilde's look, she opened her mouth as Justin began feeding her Cheerios from his cup. "Gosh, Hilde, he's getting so big. I can't believe how much he's grown in just the past few weeks."

"You're changing the subject. So do you want to tell me about it or not?"

Relena didn't respond; she just kept her attention on Justin, accepting more of the sugared cereal from his little hands.

"Well, I see you've been taking lessons from the 'Perfect Solider'." Hilde emphasized the comment by using her fingers to create the imaginary quotation marks. Sighing she shrugged her shoulders. "So are you going to be able to pencil us in for lunch today?"

"O?" The young Maxwell didn't wait for a response before he tried to push another Cheerio passed Relena's closed lips. "Lena, O!" When she opened her mouth to laugh, Justin tossed the Cheerio into her mouth, nearly choking her in the process. He clapped his hands together, pushed off her lap and made a beeline for the open door.

"Gotcha squirt!" Hilde exclaimed as her arm shot out, catching her son around his waist and lifting him into the chair with her.

Relena watched the interaction as Hilde tickled her son. "Unfortunately, not today. Maybe later in the week? I've got some extremely important things to get done today." 'Like find Heero Yuy and strangle him with my hair ribbon.'

Hilde picked up Justin as she stood, balancing him on her hip. "How does Thursday sound?"

"Sounds great." Relena replied with a genuine smile.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, Hilde. Honest." This time she had her fingers crossed behind her back and hoped lighting didn't rain down upon her. "Go on, have fun. And give your husband a hug for me."

"Daddy. BOOM!" Justin chimed in as he waved goodbye to Relena.

Hilde's soft voice drifted into the room before she pulled the office door shut behind her. "Okay, squirt. Let's go watch daddy blow something up."

Shaking her head, Relena waited for the secure soft click of the office door before collapsing back in her chair. Now that Hilde was aware that something was wrong, she wouldn't let the issue drop until she knew that things were okay. Which meant that Hilde would involve Duo in the whole thing. Just like a pit bull chasing after a bone, none of the Maxwell's would leave her in peace.

'It's time to face the music, or bite the bullet, Relena.' What was it that Wufei had told her during a chess game once; the best defense was an offense? The comment reminded her more of Duo than Wufei.

The well of courage bubbled up inside of her once more. Grabbing her purse, Relena threw it over her shoulder and headed out of room and into the main office. Felicia glanced up from her typing.

"Is everything all right, Minister Darlian?" She asked, using her professional tone with the outer office full of numerous officials.

"Everything is fine, Felicia. I'll be out of the office for the rest of the day. Please hold all my calls and reschedule my meetings." Relena called over her shoulder as she made her way toward the elevator. When the doors slid open, she stepped into the metal car.

Her secretary scrambled to get our from behind her desk. Rushing over to the elevator, she looked puzzled. "If anyone should ask, where will you be?"

"Busy." The doors closed on her answer, killing any further conversation.

With a smirk that could rival the God of Death's, Relena watched the lighted numbers countdown to the bottom floor.

It was time to get her journal back.

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Heero tossed his keys on the small wooden table and slammed the door shut behind him. Switching his hold on Relena's journal, he shed his uniform jacket, hanging it on the coat rack. Sunlight streamed in from the balcony windows, reflecting off the pristine white walls and lighting the entire apartment. It was modestly furnished, Spartan like, but still provided plush comfort for a weary body.

His eyes darted around the floor, narrowing when he didn't catch sight of the 'Spawn of Satan', as he liked to term the cat. As he made his way to the kitchen, he laid the journal down on the glass coffee table, resisting the urge to pick it up and starting reading again. While on the way home, Heero had opened the journal at red lights and read some other juicy detail, only to get honked at when the light turned green.

The beach dream had taken the top spot as his favorite entry. On the 30-minute ride home, he had been able to save every word to memory. Looking at closed journal, he closed his eyes and recalled the brief entry.

[The last time I was at the beach, was the time I first met Heero. It was sunset, and the sky was painted an array of orange and red colors. I haven't been back to the beach since that day; haven't felt the sand between my toes or hear the waves crash along the shoreline. However, last night...

The sunlight beat down on the exposed parts of my skin. The smell of my coconut drink mixed with the scent of the salt water, lingering in the air. My own private stretch of beach where I could do whatever I wanted to do.

Picking up the bottle next to the lounge chair, I poured a liberal amount in my hand and began to work the greasy suntan oil into my legs. My fingers kneaded the oil into my skin, slowly moving up from my feet to right along the bikini line. I did the same thing with my other legs and arms; enjoyed the wonderful massage I was giving myself. With no one else in sight, I felt a little daring and undid the ties to my bikini top, letting it fall into my
lap; I had lived long enough with tan lines. Placing some more oil into my hands, I worked the oil over the swells of my breast, delighted in both the smell and the feel of the oil. As I continued to laver myself up, I could help the erotic pull I was feeling form in the pit of my stomach. I cupped my breasts in my hands and pinched my nipples, ever so lightly between my fingers. The sigh that escaped me only caused the need to further explore my body to grow...]

The rest of the entry was more erotic than anything Heero could have imagined. Things he read would have maybe made Duo blush; cause he knew that his face had turned red when the lady behind him laid on the horn to get him to move his truck. One thing was for sure; he would never be able to look at a bottle of suntan oil the same way again.

Shaking his head, he made it to the refrigerator and pulled the magnetic door open. On cue, a black bundle of fur came scurrying into the kitchen, sliding across the tiled floor. Leaping up onto the counter, after regaining his traction, Chaos stared at Heero with his huge green eyes and meowed.

"I know. Sometimes I think you have an appetite bigger than Maxwell's" Heero muttered to the kitten as he pulled out the carton of milk and set it on the counter. After pulling a tiny saucer from one of the overhead cabinets, Heero turned just in time to see Chaos rub up against the carton and send its contents spilling across the counter.

"Kuso! Neko no baka!"

Angered by the comment, Chaos extended his claws and took a swipe at Heero's hand as before jumping off of the counter and running into the living room. Heero reached for the kitchen towel and began sopping up the mess, glaring at the little black kitten that was content with licking his milk soaked paws.

"I don't know why I agreed to take you from Maxwell in the first place."

If an animal was capable of rolling it's eyes, Heero was nearly sure that Chaos performed the action, before he turned his tail to Heero and skipped down the hallway. Muttering some colorful Japanese words under his breath, he finished cleaning up the mess, wiping the counter down with a clean damp cloth. The half empty milk container was placed on the door of the refrigerator and grabbed on of the water bottles from off the top shelf. With
the top of the bottle clasped between his index and middle fingers, Heero stepped out of the kitchen, walked into the living area and flopped down on the couch in front of the journal.

The thin layer of condensation from the plastic water bottle beaded up and ran down the sides, creating a tiny puddle of water on the glass tabletop. Leaning forward, Heero propped his elbows on his knees, his fingertips bouncing off one another as he stared at the journal, trying to resist the urge to open it up. He lasted about five minutes before the urge over took him.

Opening the worn pages, Heero picked out a random date and started to read.

[July 31 AC 199

It's down right sinful. I know, you would think that I'd have better morals than this, but I always wondered what it would be like. Just to have a chance to do it once. Even though I can't do it in reality, it's nice to know that I can retreat to my dreams to live out this one fantasy...]

Heero pulled at the collar of his T-shirt. What fantasy could she possibly have, but never be able to act out? Millions of ideas ran rampant in his head, each one bring the corners of his mouth higher. Thoughts of checking the thermostat drifted quickly to his mind, but were brushed aside when he couldn't find the power to put down the journal.

[It was soft, just like I had always imagined; almost like liquid silk. It shimmered in the dim light, and I just had to reach out and touch it. To run my fingers over its length and marvel about its perfection...]

Although he knew he was alone in his apartment, it didn't stop him from taking a quick look around him. A shaky hand reached out and grabbed hold of the water bottle. He rubbed the condensation across his forehead before taking a huge swallow of the water, hoping to quench his parched mouth.

[I've never been envious about anything in my entire life, but this time, I could feel myself turn green with jealousy. He sat there, so still, allowing me to run my hands up and down its heavy weight. Every once and a while he'd shudder and sigh at the feeling I was causing with my gentle caress.]

The material of his pants began to grow uncomfortable tight. Heero shifted slightly from his position, trying to ease the tension from his raging erection. Clearing his throat, he closed his eyes and tried to allow his pupils time to dilate back to their normal size before he continued to read.

[Creeping around to face him, I looked down into his violet eyes...]

Violet eyes?

[... And plunged my fingers deep into his glorious hair, fisting it between my fingers. I rubbed a few pieces between my fingers, wondering how a man's hair could be so full and soft. Slowly, the strands slipped from my grasp and fell against his bareback...]

Bare back?

She couldn't be talking about... Could she?

[Without much effort, I'm able to get him to relax his head; his chestnut colored locks nearly brushing the floor. My fingers were unsteady as I held the basin of water and began to pour the warm water over his head, turning his hair into the color of dark chocolate. Dark colored hair contrasted against his golden skin making me think of hot fudge on a sundae. Duo's deep sigh broke me from my delicious thoughts and reached for
the shampoo bottle...]

The once tight uniform pants that threatened to cut off circulation to vital parts of his body, let go of their strangling grip. If looks could kill, the journal would have turned into a pile of dust in his hands.

"What the fuck?" His low whisper had enough venom in it to counteract a snakebite. Glaring he reread the entry again, and sure enough, his name was nowhere to be found. Duo's name was plastered all over the page, along with numerous mentions of his goddamn silky hair.

The journal fell from his fingers and landed on the beige carpet. He had the irresistible urge to drive down to Preventers HQ, find Maxwell and beat the ever-living shit out of him. The dull ends of his fingernails bit into the inside of his palms. No, this wasn't Maxwell's fault; however someone was going to have to curb Relena's sexual thoughts. Was he up for the job?

Unable to answer the question, Heero pushed off the couch, grabbed the water bottle and headed down the hallway, leaving the journal lying on the floor. He bypassed the bedroom and strolled into his exercise room. Built up frustration, sexual and homicidal, needed to be released. Pealing off his T-shirt, he tossed it into the corner of the room, followed by his pants.

Clad in only a pair of black boxer briefs, Heero made his way over to the chin up bar, mounted in the doorway. Wrapping his hands around the cold metal bar, he began pulling himself above the bar.

'One... Two... Three...'

The muscles in his arms rippled against the strain of his weight with ever movement. His ragged breathing filled the space of the room, thin lines etched in his face as he grunted when the muscles in his arms began to protest. He welcomed the pain; it helped to keep away images of Relena pushed up against a brick wall with his face buried between...

"Twenty three... twenty four... twenty five..." He hissed out loud, continuing the exercise.

After a few more pull ups, the pain dulled with the rush of adrenaline. With the rush, came vibrant images from Relena's journal. Images of roses, bubbles, and horses. Craving the pain to dull the visions, Heero let go of the bar with one hand and restarted his count doing one handed pull ups. Once he hit fifty, he switched and began the routine with the other arm. He let go of the bar and fell to the ground without making a sound. On bare
feet, he padded over to the weight bench, picked up the small workout towel and wiped the sweat off of his forehead.

Heero grabbed the water bottle and took a good drink, then poured the remaining liquid over the top of his head. The water did little to cool off his temperature along with his libido. He picked up the special made leather boots next to the bench and slipped his feet inside them, securing them tightly around his ankles. The boots had supports built into them that hooked with supports on the chin up bar, this way he could use his own body
weight as resistance when he did his sit ups.

He made his way back over to the doorway, tossing the soaked towel into one of the hampers in the room. Taking hold of the bar, he lifted his feet up and hooked his feet onto the bar. Heero placed his hands behind his head, hung down and began his series of crunches. The muscles of his stomach contracted with each lift, small trails of sweat trickling down the defined lines of his abs.

As he lifted up to complete his 69th crunch, Heero noticed the tiny black ball of energy sitting underneath of him.

"What do you want?" He asked, as he proceeded to move through his routine.

"Meow."

Heero released the crunch he had just finished and stared down at the cat, which was tilting his head to the side, as if trying to fix the fact his owner was hanging from the ceiling. A small piece of wet paper was stuck to the kitten's chin. Heero's mind went racing, trying to place where he had seen that type of paper before, then it dawned on him. He had left the journal on the floor.

The thoughts of finishing his exercises were forgotten. Lifting up, he unhooked the boots from the bar and dropped to the ground with a thud. Like Hansel and Gretle, he followed the trail of shredded paper down the hall and into the living room.

Chaos darted by him in the hallway, reaching the source of the mess before his master reached the open room. Like a child trying to hide a broken vase behind his back, the cat laid across the open pages of the journal, flicking his tail from side to side.

He didn't want to look directly at the cat, but his eyes lifted to the animal and all of a sudden Heero felt ill. The floor was littered with tiny scraps of paper. His knees gave out and Heero sunk to his knees, crawling over to where Chaos lay, guarding the journal.

Grabbing Chaos by the extra skin around his neck, Heero lifted the tiny demon off the book and glared right into his green eyes. "I know over 100 ways to kill a person, I'm sure I could use about half of those to kill you too." With controlled rage, he dropped the cat onto the carpeted floor and watched him scamper under the couch. Now that Chaos had been removed, Heero was able to examine the extent of the damage.

"Damnit."

One of the corners of the leather journal had been chewed on, bearing the tiny bite marks of the teething kitten. He flipped through the pages, his stress easing with each passing entry that had made it through the attack intact. A quick inventory showed that most of the paper that littered the floor came from blank pages from the back of the journal. Only one
entry didn't survive the kitten, the one that had been written earlier that day.

He could have easily pulled out all of the ripped pages from the back of the book and replaced it back in her room with out any incidents, but how was he suppose to return it now with one entry missing? It wasn't like he could tape it back together and stuff it back into the journal and pretend that nothing happened. Heero looked at the scraps of paper that contained writing littered on the floor. He needed to think.

Heero had just started picking up the shredded pieces of Relena's dream diary when someone started pounding on his front door. Muttering at the kitten that eyed him from the safety of under the couch, he pushed off his knees and started to make his way towards the entryway. He was just about to look through the peephole when a muffled voice punched through the tough steel door.

"Heero, open up. It's Relena."

[PeRiDoTs13]

uh oh. yeah! heero's in trouble now!!!!!

[Wingnut]

I'd give Heero's life expectency at about 5, mabye 10 minutes at most, depending on weither or not Chaos come to the aid of his 'master'. After all hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
His only hope lies in useing the contents of the diary to his advantage by distracting Relena from the fact that he took the journal.

[Primus2021]

Again I find my self agreeing with them, But then there is the option that Relrna is there to fulfill her dreams not punish Heero for takeing the book, & more then likely I think Relena wanted Heero to read about her dreams Except that 1 of Duo, (yuck) also I think They may both kill the bloody cat.

Anyways Loved this fic too, & now I'm off to read the Last part.

Sincerly: Primus2021