Bed And Breakfast (NC-17, lemon)

[Gundam Girl]

Okay, this has been written for kmf?s fic challenge on anniversaries. She and hubby are approaching the big one-oh. There are a lot of challenges, and I?d love to do all of them, but since this one happened to tick at my head, I thought I?d take it on.

Happy anniversary, kmf dear, and give your unromantic husband a poke in the ribs from me! Enjoy!

Warning: NC-17, Relena?s paperwork, Heero?s cooking

*~Bed And Breakfast~* By Gundam Girl

Snap.

Crackle.

Pop.

Hiss.

What? Heero blinked, and looked down at the stove.

?Damn it!? Lifting the frying pan off the burner, Heero glowered at the nicely charred eggs inside. ?She wouldn?t be able to choke this down if it were liquefied,? he muttered.

From the doorway, Peygan stood nervously watching over his kitchen. Against his usual duty of preparing breakfast for the Yuys, he had only been trailing behind ?Master Yuy? all morning, cleaning up after him. ?Are you certain you wouldn?t like me to??

?No, thank you.?

Peygan sighed. He admired Heero Yuy, and appreciated him for bringing such love and joy to Mistress Relena?s eyes, but when the man tried to take away his cooking duties? He shook his white-haired head.

And, he was certain, as he watched Yuy pour milk into the cereal on the tray, he could do far better than Rice Krispies.

?At least your pancakes are, er, edible, Master Yuy,? Paygan offered.

Heero rolled his eyes. ?I cooked rabbits on a spit in the forest; why can?t I make a decent breakfast?? True, that rabbit had probably tasted horrible, but he?d choked down food when he needed it. He set the pancakes on a tray next to the cereal, poured a glass of orange juice, and made it all look nice with a banana. ?I think it?s done,? he said uncertainly.

?You?re certain you wish for no breakfast yourself, sir?? asked Peygan, already scrambling to mop up the batter from his precious stove.

?Hn.? Heero shouldered his way through the swinging door that led into the kitchen. ?I?m hoping to dine a little differently this morning, Peygan.?

?Master Yuy? Ah.? Peygan shook his head once more when Heero did not stop walking. ?Oh, dear.?


When Heero peered into their bedroom, he saw Relena sitting up in bed, still clad in her purple negligee, with a fat stack of documents she?d brought home the night before. She hadn?t, as he recalled with a smirk, been given much time to look over them then.

Relena?s eyes lifted to see him in the doorway. ?There you are,? she announced. ?I was wondering where you?d??

When Heero saw her grin, he calculated that she was pleased with the breakfast tray he was bringing to her. Shoving the paperwork to one side of her knees, he balanced the tray on her lap, then leaned over to kiss her.

?This looks delicious,? she said sincerely, gazing up at him, her smile wider than before. ?So do you?especially in that lovely apron.?

Heero?s eyes fell to the green, shamrock-patterned apron he?d tied hastily around his waist. Ripping at the string knotted in the back, he tugged it off and let it slip to the floor, leaving him clad in only a pair of blue cotton boxers. With an exasperated sigh, he sat on the bed next to her.

?Happy anniversary,? he muttered lowly. ?How long have you been up??

Her eyes lighted. ?For about a half-hour. To a bed very cold and empty.? She grinned, looking down at her tray, then back at him. ?I suppose the whole anniversary remembrance makes up for that.? She lifted a spoon of Rice Krispies and nudged it up to him. ?Hungry??

?Not for food.?

Nicely said, Yuy, she thought as she returned the spoon to the bowl. ?Well, I am.?

She could almost hear his inward moan, but he only leaned against the headboard and crossed his feet.

Relena eyed the banana. Mentally declaring it lovely inspiration, she seized it.

Heero, a slight frown having formed on his lips, watched her slowly, deliberately peel the banana. His eyes widened when she placed her lips over it.

From his vantage point, he could see her perfectly white teeth lightly graze the fruit, then watched as she began to swirl her tongue around it.

?I love bananas,? she declared suddenly, shooting her blue eyes back to his own. ?We?ve been married for exactly one year, and I never told you how much I love bananas. For instance,? she continued as she set the unbitten object of his torture back on the tray, ?there are so many thing you can do with bananas. Say, you can mash them?? To emphasize her point, she ran her finger over the banana again, ??and make a fabulous Venezuelan dessert. Or, well?? Her face came very close to his. ?You could always put them into things, did you know??

The last string of restraint Heero had was stretched dangerously, and he needed to prepare before it snapped. Carefully, he took the tray from her lap and set it on the floor beside the bed.

?My breakfast!? she protested with a pout on her face.

?I?ll give you your breakfast,? he growled, slamming the door shut. He couldn?t be sure, because she corrected it quickly, but did Relena just smirk at him?

?I think this is very rude. And on our anniversary!? She gasped when he launched over her from the foot of the bed, weight on his palms and feet.

?Our anniversary,? he echoed, with a curt nod. ?I want my breakfast, too.? Without giving her time to reply, he pressed his mouth to hers in a rough kiss.

Relena pushed against his chest. ?But I haven?t given you your present,? she insisted.

Heero rolled, bringing her straddling atop him. He was faintly aware of papers flying around them. ?Give it to me now.?

This time she did smirk, with no attempt to hide it. ?If you insist.?

?I do. You owe me.?

?Do I?? Her eyebrow raised, even as she lifted her arms so he could pull the negligee from slim body. The silk whispered over her pale flesh, and Heero felt the need to goggle, but forced it down.

This wasn?t how she was supposed to act. Something must have been wrong with his plan, because if it had worked, she would have been sizzling as well as those ruined eggs. ?I get up at three to make you breakfast, attempting to be romantic?? He paused. ?What is it??

Relena, who had been chuckling hard, leaned down so that her bare breasts pressed to his equally naked chest. ?Heero??

He shivered as the warmly-breathed whisper sighed against the shell of his ear. ?Hn??

?Shut up.?

The order alerted Heero to the fact that domination was slipping, and he worked to regain it. He rolled again, and as before, Relena was beneath him, pleasingly nude.

She blinked up at him. ?We?re not on even ground here, Heero.?

?Deal with it? was the reply as he tucked her underneath him ? damn those boxers ? and began to nip at her throat, his hands holding her wrists to either side of her head.

Relena grinned. Ordering royalty around? How dare he! She fought to keep down the laugh bubbling in her chest.

She pressed a hand to his forehead, making him stop nibbling at her neck. ?I should probably get dressed; I have a meeting with an ambassador and?!?

?He could wait,? he growled. ?And don?t lie to me; I saw personally that you cleared your schedule for today.?

Damn him, the bastard. Digging around in her schedule?! Had she not been enjoying the sensual shock waves wafting through her system, she might had reprimanded him. Otherwise unaffected, she threw her head back against the pillow.

?You?ll hurt yourself.?

Relena didn?t know if that remark was out of concern or general observation. Either way, she had to admit that he was terribly cute when he closed his eyes while she ran her fingers through his hair.

?I wouldn?t if you?d stop playing with me, dammit.? Her face remained solemn as he lifted his eyes to hers.

?No playing?? he asked.

Relena nodded. ?No playing.?

Heero smirked; then no playing would there be.

Slowly, he scooped her waist up from the mattress. Once she was arched neatly over his forearm, he pressed his lips to her forehead. They could be wild any time; today he would be tamed and sweet.

He began to swing her, back and forth, her long, golden hair trailing over the satin-encased pillows. Relena?s head hung limply and she moaned a bit as he touched experimental, close-mouthed kisses between her clavicles.

Relena was dimly aware of being lowered to the mattress again; feeling warm, tough skin brushing against her abdomen. She heard a rustle of material, and guessed it was the bit of his clothes falling to the floor. Not knowing what he was doing, she opened her eyes.

Heero thought she was beautiful. Granted, she was always beautiful, but the cloudiness in her sparkling aqua orbs was enough to hypnotize him. If she wanted it, he could be her slave. And a devoted slave he would be, giving her all the pleasure he could.

His lips trailed from her neck lower, tenderly edging past the swell of her breast to her left nipple. He left a frozen kiss there for a moment, then began to lap. He thought he heard his wife groan.

?Heero. . . Let me. . .?

But he didn?t want to let her until he had done everything. He knew what made her scream with ecstasy; he wanted to know what made her sigh with love.

He paid the same attention to her right nipple, then went lower. His tongue traced patterns over her stomach, flicking out at the lines of abs she worked to keep. Then lower still, lips kissing that patch of light hair, then finally the object of desire.

Relena gasped; this was new. This slow, caressing slide to heaven was completely different from the rush, the unchained beast Heero usually released. Where had this gentleness come from?

She decided she didn?t care as he lifted himself up to her again, and set his hands on her face, kissing her, long and full with appreciation. Faintly, she felt him enter her, a soft dip; raise, dip, raise. Wanting to join in the dance, Relena let her hips move in time with his, lips still meeting lips.

?We?ve been married a whole year.?

She heard him mutter it from atop her, and she opened eyes that she hadn?t realized she?d closed to look into her favorite shade of blue; that dark Prussian that now glinted with a fire that burned for her alone. ?With many years to come, Heero,? she assured him, feeling sparks rise to her chest.

Heero seemed to be speaking through a brilliant haze that had wrapped around them, through them. ?So many times we?ve made love. . . And never like this.?

?No.? Relena wrapped her arms around her neck, pleased to feel his come about her waist. ?This is not wrong, darling. It?s wonderful.?

She sighed into his shoulder, and Heero felt his heart lift.

?I love you, Heero. Show me you feel the same.?

He would, gladly, and he would tell her when coherent speech returned from the vacation it seemed to have taken. But now, he would let her know, let her feel it.

His withdrew yet again, and, despite his attempts to keep it lazy and easy, he felt his movements quicken of their own accord. Relena seemed not to mind; she kept up well, and he sighs became gasps, her shivers became shudders.

?You,? he said at last, breathing hard. He didn?t need air, he thought. Not as long as she was there to keep him living. ?Only you. Always you.?

Relena moaned a final time before he fingers dug deep into his back and his name was being shaken from her throat.

?Heero??

The muscles hugging him tightened, and he felt himself let go of everything, all for her. He collapsed, managing to roll so she was on top of his, laying fully on him. It was comforting to feel her body completely on him. He loved it, and her, and would do anything to keep her.

As if reading his thoughts, Relena summoned the energy to hug him. ?I?m right here, Heero. Right here, always.?

?I love you.? He said it quickly. To anyone other than Relena, it would have sounded forced, but she knew it was sincere.

?I love you, too.? They lay on their bed for a moment, the only sound their heaving breaths. Then Relena spoke again:

?I have your present, too.? She nudged him, and, reluctantly, he pulled out her. She scooted away a little, and reached down to the bottom of the bed, ignoring the now soggy cereal. He was also sure he heard an exasperated sigh; most likely at the scattered documents. She returned with a small wrapped box that had obviously been under the bed.

?Happy anniversary, darling.? She grinned as he opened. When he pulled the lid off, he couldn?t help but smirk.

Eggs. She?d given him two raw eggs for their anniversary.

He looked up at her, and she shrugged.

?You were up at three, Heero, but I was up at two wrapping your present. And calling Chipolte, by the way, for dinner reservations tonight. In the meantime?? She touched a kiss to the end up his nose. ?You can try again on my breakfast.?

Heero felt a chuckle bubble from his throat. ?I?ll do that,? he promised. He began to reach for his boxers again. Relena?s hand on his arm stopped him.

?But before that?? He looked back at her and she leaned it to tug him back on top of her. ?I?ll try again on yours??

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Gundam Girl: Tee-hee! Short little one-shot for kmf. This is yet another lemon attempt, so I?d love feedback on that subject. I?ve got to leave for my flight to California in two hours ? it?s twelve o? clock here, and I want my vacation! ? so I need to go now. Happy anniversary, kmf! Please review!

-GG

[melodrama]

Lol! Excellant fic GG! I loved it! You had me in stitches from the start, with visions of a fretting Pagan following a half dressed Heero around the kitchen while he wreaked havok on it.

But this was definately my favorite kind of lemon. Lots of emotion, not too graphic... and full of luuuuv baby.

Thanks for sharing! I'm sure KMF will adore it!

Love Mel

[Bella]

That was so sweet. Heero was the greatest. Great job.

[Litia-sama]

*sniff* That was the sweetest thing I've read all day. Maybe even all week. And man, Relena is sneeky.

~Litia

[Gundam Girl]

Thanks, everyone! I haven't had so much experience on lemons, so I'm trying to get some practice in before I throw one into a series fic. Glad you enjoyed!

-GG

[WhiteWindRRose]

MUAH HA HA!
that was entertaining!
lemony goodness sprinkled lightly with humor and wit.
heh heh.
silly Heero! trying to cook breakfast!
:sigh: so adorable!

[shadowcat]

that was soooooooooooooo sweet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

great Job GundamGirl!! Am i crying? * sniff * its so beautiful!!!!!
Excellent fic!!!

-Shadow

PS happy anniversary KMF!!!

[miyuchan]

This was so sweet! Very nicely done. Happy Anniversary indeed!

Now if only every morning can be like that....

And Heero in an apron, only wearing boxers. There's a mental image I shall carry with me all day. *sighs happily*

Thanks for sharing this.

[Faye Faye]

OMG! Heero is just too darn sexy for his own good! that was a great fic, it's so hard to find a good lemon, but you have definately succeeded!!

Love it!

[Gundam Girl]

Thanks! I'm actually pretty new at lemons, and I was told I have natural talent. So...basically, I'm a born pervert! Aw...

Well, that's okay. We all know Rose is, so I'm not alone...

Rose: *looks around excitedly for 1xR sex*

-GG