Title: If I Were You - Epilogue II – The missing scene
Pen name: Melodrama
Email: melodrama1@bigpond.com
Category: Best Lemon
Warnings: NC17, Lemon
And now for the all-important part that Trowa DIDN’T see…
If I Were You
A/N – The following instalment is rated NC-17 due to sexual content. Therefore, it is for mature audiences only. Meaning it may offend some. If you’re not old enough or mature enough to read it then I suggest you steer clear. On your own heads be it. You have been warned. Otherwise… enjoy!
Epilogue II – The missing scene
Dropping his bags inside the front door, Heero quietly glanced into the kitchen, where he could see Pagan reading the morning paper. The coast was clear. Moving with his accustomed stealth, he padded up the stairs, towards Relena’s room.
Pressing the door open, he peered into the darkness and observed the sleeping form. Slipping into the room, he closed the door softly and crept over to her bedside. For a moment he almost forgot to breathe. Her golden tresses were fanned out around her and judging by the rumpled bedclothes, which were tangled around her slender legs, her slumber had been a restless one.
Crouching down on one knee, he watched the gentle rise and fall of her breast and smiled as she let out a long, almost satisfied, sigh. She stretched and twisted in her sleep, the supple fluid motion causing a tightening in Heero’s chest.
She shifted again, the movement displacing the delicate strap of her nightgown, revealing to him an improved view of her smooth skin. Heero took a deep breath and swallowed hard, remembering the softness of her lips against his, only hours before. He ached to touch her again, to conclude what that kiss had begun. He recalled, with pleasure, that single night they had shared and longed to repeat. Only there would be no urgency this time, no fear of what morning would bring.
Heero brushed his fingers across her cheek, before leaning over to press a chaste kiss on her forehead. He nuzzled his face against her hair and inhaled her soft scent. Awoken by Heero's tender caress, Relena blinked up at him.
"Heero," she whispered, a smile hovering on her lips, "I was having the loveliest dream."
She felt his warm breath at her throat, causing her to shiver involuntarily. His teeth gently grazed the lobe of her ear. Her heart wavered in relief; he was really here. The tiny fear that she would awaken and he would again be gone, fled her thoughts as she revelled in his touch.
“Then I’m sorry I woke you.” She heard him murmur.
Turning her head to allow Heero better access to her neck, Relena noticed the splinters of sunlight that penetrated the heavy drapes. Her brow furrowed at the sight
“What time is it? Have I been asleep long?”
Heero sat up, looking across at the clock on the bedside table.
“It’s nearly lunchtime. You were tired.”
“I guess I was,” she exclaimed, and then added softly, “I’m not tired anymore. So what did you want to do now?”
Heero shrugged.
“I thought I might go to bed.”
“Oh, okay.” Relena replied, feeling somewhat disappointed. Of course, what was she thinking? She doubted he would have had any sleep. There would be plenty of time for… other things… later.
Disentangling herself from her bedclothes, she brushed passed Heero, giving him a quick peck on the cheek, and made her way to the bathroom to freshen up. She stared at herself in the mirror, scrubbing vigorously at her teeth, and contemplating taking a cold shower.
“Just breathe. You survived five years… you can handle a few more hours.”
She leaned forward, resting her forehead against the cold smooth glass, and groaned.
“Oh no I can’t.”
Opening the bathroom door, Relena was surprised to find Heero waiting for her, leaning against the doorframe. Stepping out, she found herself pressed against the wall, two strong arms blocking her escape. She caught her breath at being so close to him. It had been so long…
“Heero…? I thought you wanted to get some sleep?”
Dark blue eyes glittered, as they travelled languidly over her features.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t? But…” Relena’s protests were cut short, as Heero lowered his mouth to hers, his tongue gently tracing her bottom lip, teasing her.
“No, I said I wanted to go to bed, and you,” he paused to nip softly at her shoulder “seemed to agree.”
Fair enough, thought Relena, No way I'm arguing with that. She felt her heart rate quicken as Heero imparted another searing kiss. Her knees felt weak, and she was decidedly light-headed.
Interrupting their embrace, Heero gazed down at Relena's flushed face, smirking at the ragged breaths his kiss had induced.
"So, tell me more about this dream of yours."
Relena blushed then smiled up at him, a wicked gleam in her eye.
"Well,” she began "it started with you kissing me, just like that."
Heero nodded,
"Mhmmm, a good start,"
A frown formed on her face, as her eyes drifted down to his chest.
"Although, I'm sure you weren't wearing that shirt," she whispered, and she brought her fingers up to unbutton it.
Heero arched and eyebrow.
"Well, if you say so." He leaned down to steal another kiss.
"Oh, I do" she breathed, her eyes drifting shut to accept him.
Making quick work of the shirt, Relena slid it off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. She took a trembling breath as she studied his sculpted torso. He had filled out considerably over the years, the toned figure of a boy now replaced with the masculine build of a man. Again, she ran her fingers across the tapestry of blue and black, only this time her touch was feather light.
"So what happened next?" Heero groaned, his eyes pinched shut, as Relena ran her hands across his chest.
Relena replied by advancing towards her lover, giving a series of small nudges until Heero had reached the edge of her bed. She gave him one last push, leaving him spreadeagled on the mattress. Relena crawled over him and sat straddling his waist. Lowering her head until her face was mere millimetres from his, Relena gazed seductively at him, the tip of her tongue lightly tracing her bottom lip.
"We stopped talking."
Giving little chance of response, Relena dropped her mouth to his, her caress soft but possessive. The kiss was slow and loving, but Heero could sense tension in her shoulders as his arms moved up to bring her closer. He took a deep breath and tried to suppress the desire raging through his veins. He had to slow down. He wanted this to be perfect.
Shifting slightly, he sat up and rolled her over in one fluid motion that left Relena pinned beneath him. He brushed loose strands of hair away from her face. She blinked at him, startled by her sudden loss of dominance and felt her heart beat faster as she noticed the longing in his eyes. Placing a series of hot kisses along her throat, Heero set about stoking her internal fires.
“So,” Heero murmured into her ear, “what was the best part of this dream?”
Warmed by his touch, her thoughts unfocused, Relena replied before she had given real consideration to her words.
“You didn’t leave.”
She felt him stiffen against her. Opening her eyes, she looked up into Heero’s troubled gaze. Her heart sank.
“Relena… ”
She brought a hand up to his cheek, but he flinched away.
“Did you ever think about it, Heero?”
Confusion flashed across his face, and Relena rushed to explain.
“That night. Did you ever… think about it?”
Heero bowed his head slightly, his mouth curving into a soft, wistful smile.
“Yeah,” he whispered “All the time.”
Returning her gaze, he trailed his fingers across her cheek, tracing her jaw.
“Did you?”
Biting her lip, she shook her head slightly. Heero went still, the almost self-conscious movement of his hands ceasing. He frowned, his expression one Relena knew to be a mixture of bewilderment and hurt.
“Why not?” he murmured. Relena took an unsteady breath.
“Because it, because it hurt. It meant so much to me. But I thought it meant nothing to you.”
Relena felt cold suddenly, as Heero moved away from her to sit on his haunches. He hung his head, as an agitated hand raked through his tousled fringe. Sitting up, drawn to him, as she had always been drawn to him, she rested a contrite hand on his arm. Before she could say anything, however, he took her face in his hands, his touch gentle and reverent.
“I’m sorry,” His voice held an uncertainty she had never witnessed in him before, and it wrenched at her heart.
“If I could go back Relena, if I could go back… ” He swallowed. “I would have stayed. I wish I could tell you how much I wanted to. But I thought I was doing the right thing. I was wrong. I know that now. I never meant to hurt you.”
She hadn’t thought it was possible to love him more than she already did, but at that moment Relena felt her heart swell with an overwhelming desire to hold him, and never let go. Following her instinct, she wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Her heart sang, as Heero returned her embrace, his hand gently stroking her hair. Turning her head, she brushed her lips against his, enticing him.
“But you’re here now, Heero.”
Dissatisfied with her chaste embrace, Heero groaned softly and pushed her back against the bed. Relena felt her pulse quicken again, as his tongue brushed against hers once, and then again. She revelled in the sensation of his body pressing against her.
She ran her fingers across his chest, relishing the soft texture of his hot skin. Circling one nipple softly, she grinned to herself as it elicited a moan. Repeating the motion, she gasped as Heero slid a hand up her thigh in retaliation.
Shifting beneath him, Relena raised her leg so that it nestled between his thighs, brushing against his arousal. She recoiled slightly, and Heero broke their embrace to impart a searching look, his expression anxious.
“Relena? Do you want to stop?”
Pressing a finger to his lips, she responded by wriggling up into a sitting position in order to remove her nightgown. Heero gazed at her.
“Are you sure? I mean... I understand if you want to wait...”
Nodding solemnly, she fumbled with the material slightly, nervous despite her conviction. Taking charge, Heero ran his hands under the delicate fabric, removing the garment and teasing her soft skin. Lowering his mouth to her, he brushed his lips against the freshly exposed flesh. Sighing with ecstasy, Relena arched against him, giving herself over to his sweet torment.
Tossing the scrap of clothing aside, Heero took a moment to admire the angel before him. He would never have thought that the figure that had haunted his dreams for so long could have become anymore perfect, and yet all his fantasies now paled into insignificance. She lay quietly, aware of his scrutiny, blinking self-consciously as modesty brought an alluring blush to her features.
Setting about overcoming her shyness, Heero dropped his head to her shoulder, where he began to nip and lick at her collarbone. One hand began to stroke her hip, as the other came to settle over her breast. He pressed his thumb across the sensitive nipple, evoking a sharp gasp. His length tightened painfully in response, and again he reminded himself to place her needs first.
He pinched and stroked her nipples, teasing them until they were erect and swollen. She began to writhe beneath him, her movements wanton with desire. Finally, he took a ripe nub in his mouth, running his tongue over it. The responding gasp was louder this time, as she threw back her head, basking in the sensations that washed over her. She lifted a hand to his head, running her fingers through his thick hair, holding him to her. Her other hand pressed against his back, as her body ignited with passion.
Encouraged by her gasps and sighs, he moved to the other breast, where he bestowed the same treatment. Allowing his hand to wander across her ribcage, it gradually eased lower, searching for the top of her lace panties. He let his fingers trace over the sheer fabric, until they pressed gently against her centre. His shaft jerked in reaction. She was so wet. Her legs spread slightly in invitation, and she moaned softly.
Tugging at his hair, she pulled his lips back to hers, drawing his tongue into her mouth. He drank deeply from her, her lust provoking his own. He started slightly, as he felt her hands at his waist, diligently working at removing his jeans. He pulled away briefly and quickly stripped himself of the offending layers, before resuming his position. His hand, meanwhile, began to rub enticingly against her folds. Slipping his fingers beneath the cloth, he quickly divested her of her underwear, and then continued to explore her heat.
Relena drew a shuddering breath, as she felt him push a finger into her, soon followed by another. She moved impatiently against him as he began to slowly stroke her. Interrupting their passionate embrace, Heero proceeded to cover her with kisses, licking and sucking at her skin as he moved down her prone form. Her body felt as if it was burning, and her skin was soon covered in a fine sheen of sweat. The room seemed to echo with the sound of her gasps and whimpers.
She was already panting when she felt his warm breath at the junction of her thighs. She thought she would explode into a thousand shards of light, when she felt his tongue dip against her, into her. She felt a tightness in her chest, and she could barely take a breath as he began to lap at her, running his tongue along the sensitive skin, creating feelings she could not describe.
She could feel it building, the sensation spreading rapidly, causing her to grip great handfuls of her sheets and arch up against his mouth.
“Oh God, Heero…” she cried “Oh Heero…”
He felt her stiffen beneath him, as she shook with her completion. Smirking with satisfaction, he crept back up her body, admiring her flushed figure. Lying against her, he kissed her heaving chest, letting her feel his hardened length against her stomach. His resolve was weakening, and his need for her piqued. He struggled to steady his breathing, allowing her to respond, waiting for her permission.
He was so intent on watching her features that he was taken completely by surprise when slender fingers suddenly brushed against his turgid member, almost causing him to loose control right then and there. Fingertips teased the head, spreading the drops of moisture.
His eyes locked with hers, and he saw the request there, in her clouded unabashed expression.
“Please Heero,” she breathed, “I want you.”
Lost in his body’s reaction to her soft caress, his lids felt heavy and he groaned his yearning. She delivered long, sensuous strokes, prompting him to push against her. Her breathing had quickened again, and she thrust her hips against him, as her other hand began to rake along his skin. Unable to torture himself anymore, he pressed the head of his arousal against her welcoming entrance. He shuddered, as this movement alone created waves of pleasure.
He slid in deeper, moaning softly, as he dropped his head to nuzzle at her neck. She was so tight. He paused when he was seated deep inside her, waiting for some indication that he may be hurting her. He whimpered, as she moved restlessly against him, encouraging him. He withdrew slightly, before thrusting back against her. His mind swam, and his breath came in short gasps. His resolve was rapidly deserting him, as his body began to take control. His strokes became longer, firmer. He struggled to pace himself, to make this ecstasy last, but he wanted this so much and it had been so long.
He grunted, as he felt her lift her legs around his waist, cradling him close. Her hands twisted in his hair, her sighs hot against his cheek. She ran her tongue against his jaw, before licking quickly at his sensitive ear lobe.
“Heero,” she murmured, “You make me burn.”
He lifted his head, staring deeply into her dazed, impassioned irises. He continued to move against her, marvelling at how well they moulded together, like they were two parts of one whole. His body was sheathed with sweat, and it mingled with her own perspiration. She arched against him again, and her full lips parted, tempting him.
“I love you Heero.”
Something within him snapped, and he pressed his mouth to hers, his tongue lathing hungrily. His hips began to jerk against her, harder and faster. She lifted herself to meet each of his thrusts, as desire made her more wanton and wild. They slid against each other, engrossed in their erotic dance. Relena struggled to breathe, as she felt the fresh waves of her climax begin to wash over her.
He felt her tremble beneath him, as she repeated his name in a chant. His motions also quickened, as he felt his own completion drawing near. He gasped and panted against her, and sensations he could never compare began to overwhelm him. Her vaginal walls quivered and tightened around him, squeezing him. She braced herself against him, her orgasm pushing her over the edge. She clamped down around him, and with one last shudder he followed her over, his face contorting as he poured his essence inside her.
Time seemed to cease, as their heavy breathing resonated around the quiet room. The world need not have existed to the two lovers, as they lay in each other’s arms. Heero caressed her face, wishing to imprint this moment in his memory for all time. She shifted gently beneath his weight, her movement languid and satisfied.
“I love you Relena,” he whispered, knowing that those three words did little justice to the emotions he felt.
She smiled softly back at him, as he gently moved away from her, leaving her feeling strangely bereft. Before she had time to protest however, he returned to her side, pulling her against him in a possessive gesture. She sighed as she felt him bury his face in her hair, breathing in her distinct perfume, while his hands continued to move against her in small, loving circles.
Completely relaxed and sated, she listened to his breathing, feeling drowsiness wash over her. Slowly, Heero’s touch stilled and she knew that he had dozed off. She snuggled into his loving hold, a hold that suggested that he would never let her go, and drifted off to sleep.
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[D2 Entry] If I Were You - Epilogue II
Moderator: melodrama
oh. dear. gawd. 
i just finished this entire fic and let me say......im speechless.
i absolutely loved the way you were able to write in Trowa's POV and maintain everyone's character so well!
i do have to apologise tho, i didnt comment on any of the chapters as i read them. i was in too much of a hurry to find the next one!
and there are still more stories written by you that i havent read yet!
::faints::
*suddenly a shirtless Trowa swoops in to break the fall*
oh, this truly is a wonderful day.
keep up the fantastic work!
i just finished this entire fic and let me say......im speechless.
i absolutely loved the way you were able to write in Trowa's POV and maintain everyone's character so well!
i do have to apologise tho, i didnt comment on any of the chapters as i read them. i was in too much of a hurry to find the next one!
and there are still more stories written by you that i havent read yet!
::faints::
*suddenly a shirtless Trowa swoops in to break the fall*
oh, this truly is a wonderful day.
keep up the fantastic work!