Save a Prayer 3xR (limish)

[War Dove]

GW and its characters don’t belong to me but to Sunrise/SOTSU Agency etc. etc.

Good God, another ancient fic of mine I found in my old doc folder. I think I wrote it, didn’t like how it came together so just put it away and forgot about it.

Why I’m posting it now, I’ve no idea I mean it pretty much isn’t that hot of a read, but it was written 3 years back, so hopefully I’m not delusional thinking that I’ve improved even a little since then. Also it hasn’t been beta read. I was thinking of sending it to Beck, but why trouble her with this piece of work that isn’t much to begin with. So please forgive me.

Told through Trowa’s POV, here it is, a 3xR song fic set to Duran Duran’s Save a Prayer. The band and its song I don’t own or anything like that either.

I guess I should mention also there is implied 1xR and 3x4 but it’s all past tense and just briefly mentioned a few places, and not might be what you think. It also isn’t a happy story, but not a really depressing story either, at least by the end I think it’ll give you a feeling of hope for them.[/color]


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//You saw me standing by the wall, corner of a main street
And the lights are flashing on your window sill
All alone ain't much fun, so you're looking for the thrill
And you know just what it takes and where to go//



I stepped outside of the small caf? on the corner of East and Main. I breathed in deeply the cool night air; it sent chills down my spine, but those chills felt good. I then heard a soft familiar voice speak my name. I turned my head “Relena?”

“Hello Trowa.” She simply says, her lips set in a forced smile; I could tell something was bothering her. And I knew what that something was.

“What are you doing down in this part of town all alone.”

Her short laugh was filled with nervous tension. “Actually I had to get out of my part of town awhile and I’m renting a tiny place just across the street. I just happened to see you out my window so I came down.” I saw her lashes flutter back tears before she rubbed her temples. “This sounds really awkward Trowa, but would you like to come up for some coffee? Because as much as I wanted to be alone, I really don’t want to right now.”

Her eyes still haven’t met mine and I can see she is need of a friend I’ll just ignore the two cappuccinos I had just had. “Sure.”

She smiles weakly again, trying her best to sound upbeat. “Okay. Let’s go.” She takes my arm and I give no resistance to her leading me.

We climb up two flights of stairs and walk half way down the narrow hallway. The hotel is nowhere near five-star status but then if Relena had decided to hide out for a while no one would think of looking for her here. I watch her smooth her hair behind her ears before rummaging through her purse. “You should already have had your keycard out.”

She snorts an unlady-like laugh. “So I’ve been told.”

I regret my words as soon as I speak them, they sound like something Heero would say, but then, him and I have always had certain things in common. Our appreciation for silence and getting directly to the point of things along with our attention to detail and leaving no stone unturned in whatever we are searching for. Not to mention keeping our emotions outside of battle locked away as securely as possible, but then Heero was always better then me at that. He told me once to live by my emotions, but I have always found the philosophy hard to live by, perhaps that is why Quatre and I were on the outs from time to time, he was a bundle of emotions and sensitivities and it was hard for him to understand why I could not be. I wonder briefly if Heero and Relena ever had problems along that line.


//Feel the breeze deep on the inside, look you down into the well
If you can, you'll see the world in all his fire
Take a chance (like all dreamers can't find another way)
You don't have to dream it all, just live a day//




“Well, here it is.” She steps aside to let me in and I look around briefly not expecting the inside of the shabby little apartment building would be so nice and clean, but then I realize Relena would never live in a complete dump either, no one would. She motions me to sit down on the small loveseat and then walks into the kitchenette to open up a cabinet. “Shit. I’m sorry. I’m out of coffee. Would you like tea, or a cola, a beer?”

I arch an eyebrow, Relena drinking beer, curious. “Sounds good.” She pulls out a couple of cold ones and bumps the fridge door closed with her hip like any other Joe. My prim and polished image of her has been tarnished, but then I think I like her even better this way, she seems more real.

Instead of sitting down beside me she sits on the floor in front of the couch the beer bottle touches her lips and she takes a sip; I mimic her actions and hear her sigh a little. “I loved him you know.” I give her statement the standard reply that Heero loved her too but she simply snorts again and lays her head back on the seat of the couch; her eyes lock with mine despite the awkward tilt of her head. “Why am I even thinking about him, it’s been two years, I should let him go.”

I take another sip of beer. “That would be wise.”

She suddenly apologizes. “I’m sorry Trowa, you suffered a loss too. I should take a lesson from you and not wallow in self-pity.”

“It’s all right.” I tell her. “I’ve had my own days of feeling sorry for myself. It’s only, human.” I feel like I should say more, but suddenly I am consumed with my own personal grief, my loss, but as she has said, it has been two years. Two years since Heero and Quatre left the earth for a final time, never to return. He was the last one any of us thought would have been targeted for assassination.

She rests her head on my knee and I fight the instinct to place my hand on her head, but damn why am I now suddenly yearning to touch her hair and run my fingers through the silky spun tresses of dark gold. I swallow hard and clear my throat. “Is there something you wanted to talk about?”

There is only silence at first as she raises her head off of my knee. She raises herself as well to her knees and turns around to face me, her body now between my legs, her arms are around my waist and she is looking up at me. I pray she cannot tell the affect she has on me by her touching me this way; I’m as confused myself as to why I suddenly feel nervous. “You are truly the only one who can understand.” She raises herself on her knees just a little more and pulls herself up my body until are noses are almost touching. I instinctively pull my head back; she must sense my uneasiness because she pulls away herself and sinks back down onto her knees. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to ask you something. I can understand if you want to leave.”

Lord, its time to make a decision about what I’m going to do tonight. No second-guesses Trowa. Decision made. If she is willing than I am too. And if there are consequences I’ll deal with them in the morning.

Her gaze is averted from mine and her head is dropped a little as she is staring at the floor nervously toying with the end of her skirt. I can’t leave her like this. I don’t want to leave her in fact I feel I am beginning to understand her a little. I’ve been denying myself human contact for quite some time as well and perhaps a kindred spirit is what I really need too.

I scoot to the edge of the sofa cushion and crook my index finger under her chin forcing her head up so she can look at me and then I do something I never expected myself to do. I lean into her slowly and press my lips to hers, softly but with enough force to make my point. I feel her body slump just a little and my other hand goes around her waist to prevent her from falling completely forward. I pull away scared all of a sudden as I feel the impact of our kiss course through my body; it is a painfully wonderful sensation. I clear my head as best I can but it’s quite hard as she is looking at me with a slight confusion but a warm smile; her head tilted. “Do you like music?”


//Pretty looking road, I try to hold the rising floods that fill my skin
Don't ask me why I'll keep my promise , I'll melt the ice
And you wanted to dance so I asked you to dance
But fear is in your soul//

I’m taken a little aback by her question. We have just experienced one of the most intense moments of our lives, at least on my part, and she asks me if I like music. This whole situation is almost dreamlike to me, is it real? Yes it is. But does she realize that this isn’t an illusion herself? Women. I sigh, but then I also realize that it may be her way of coping with the awkward situation. Then I’m asking myself why did she invite me up here? Why did she make the first initial physical contact between us? It’s because she’s as uncertain of the situation itself and how to act around me. Am I willing to take a chance on loving her tonight? And if so is she bating me to convince her to take the same chance with me? I sigh to myself the word women again. They are lovely creatures that I revere and respect, but still some of the things they do and say are as confusing as hell to me at times.

“Yes I like music just fine.” Her smile widens. “Good.” In one fluid movement and only using the balls and toes of her feet, she pushes her body up until she is standing. She walks over to a small portable CD player and pushes a button; a song I am unfamiliar with begins to play. A man is singing the song’s words and the melody is slow, a love song by what I can tell. She halfway turns around to face me. “Do you like this song Trowa?”

I clear my throat. “I like it fine. It’s very, nice.”

I see her turn again, her back facing me again as she speaks a little apprehensively. “It’s a nice song to dance to also.”

I rise to my feet though at first they do not move towards her. Even though I know what I want and am unafraid to take it I don’t wish to scare her. Control yourself and take it slow Barton. Her nerves are making her coy and frozen so all you have to do is turn up the heat. I find myself suddenly by her now and with my hand on her shoulder I turn her around to face me.

Our eyes meet again and she opens her mouth to speak. “Trowa, oh Trowa, I…” She does not finish her words but instead falls against me her arms embracing me. I feel a damp wetness on my shirt and her shaking body tells me that she is crying, but just a little, the ice is melting.

“Relena.” I breathe her name whisper soft against her temple.

“Would you like to dance?”

I feel her cheek rub against me but find I cannot speak, so I push her away from me only to twirl her back again. How does it go? One step back one step forward, step to the side and then turn to begin all over again. Lord I don’t know. But it seems to be working as we move effortlessly against one another and I am sure our shadows can be seen through the window from down on the street. But I’m not thinking of that now as our moves slow down until we are barely moving at all. Lean forward and kiss the girl Barton. Show her there is nothing to be afraid of.

//Some people call it a one night stand
But we can call it paradise//

I feel her tense body relax completely as our kiss deepens. Yes Relena. This is where you need to be…where I need to be. Should I? I ask myself? Yes, I should. I hear her catch my name on her breath as I swing her up into my arms cradling her as close as I can get her body to mine. Good move but where to now?

“The last room on the left.” She sighs against my chest.

I waste no time in taking her there, laying her immediately onto the bed, our hands already working on divesting us of our cloths. We are naked before we know it and our hands are now busy finding, caressing and exploring the erotic zones, secrets once held only to our deceased lovers.

I enter her faster then I think she wants, but she seems not to mind and in fact is encouraging me on with her heated words and bucking body. The moment of anticipation finally arrives and both of us erupt in a rushed flurry of emotions, physically, mentally and spiritually.

It isn’t until our breathing slows and our bodies begin to cool that I even think we realize what it was that has just happened between us. I tense my body and roll off of her and once on my back I find that even though I’m quite sated my mind now wonders what will happen now.

Relena props herself up on her elbow and I feel her eyes drilling into the side of my face, and so I turn my head, so that our eyes can meet. I swear I see tears in her eyes, but perhaps they are my own tears, tears that I’ve refused to fall for what seems like forever.

She speaks my name as if I am saintly and then brings her head down to rest on my chest. Her one hand is laid flat against my stomach, caressing it most gently. I curl my arms around her and kiss the top of her head; we have found heaven once again. “Can I stay?”

“But I thought this was only for tonight.”

“But the night is not yet over is it?”


//Don't say a prayer for me now, save it 'til the morning after
//Don't say a prayer for me now, save it 'til the morning after//


She raises her head off of my body and this time I see a smile in her eyes instead of tears. I see her close her eyes and cross herself what she is praying for I do not know. Perhaps it is for forgiveness of some sin, she feels we’ve committed, or perhaps it is for the same thing I would pray for if I were religious. The fact that this night will only lead to more, and together we can bring each other the comfort and security, the love, that neither one of us have held in our hearts for so long.

I speak her name and her eyes open, once again meeting my own. She nods her head, her hair falling somewhat in her face. I lift my hand and smooth it away. I then bring up my head so that our lips can meet and realize for the first time in a long time, that I feel completely relaxed and at peace.


//No, don't say a prayer for me now, save it 'til the morning after//


We need no god, we need no prayers; we need nothing that will remind us of why we are together tonight. Perhaps in the morning things will be different, maybe there will be regrets or it could be we decide to remain as one, but for now, this is all I do know. That another angel has found this devil and this time I swear to myself that I will never let this one fly away.

END

[Faye Faye]

It's Beautiful...and Sensual but still innocent. I think the reasons behind their act were wonderfully planned and the emotion shared between them is beautiful.

Faye Faye
Good Stuff!

[Ellie]

Wow, that was incredibly powerful. You really did not do your writing justice by belittling it in the author's notes at the beginning though. None of that negative stuff! ^_~;; Anyway, I usually despise these one-night-stand fics because of their inherently vapid nature, but this one was completely different: there was an actual basis for the ::cough:: event! Hehe, kudos!

[Beck]

Sad in a way but yet there feels like closure for the two of them. Ahh HA! Keeping this from us eh? *smacks dove's hand* Shame on you! :o

[Jia Li Labyrinth]

More sad than romantic ------ and I dig it

[Dark Deity]

wonderful job, even if it was an earlier work. you can tell it is from a while ago, you have improved, by your ideas are wonderful today as they were before.. i am glad you posted this. i think you kept them wonderfully in character as well...

dark d

[Nausica?]

Beautiful work, Dove, beautiful work...

I think you made a good choice in giving this piece the tone that you did. The ending would not be so fitting if it were to be 'happily ever after' right away for Relena and Trowa. They still have to work out their personal demons, but at least they have each other now.

* shakes head * 3xR... you gotta love 'em.

* muah *


- Naus

[Kainen]

We need no god, we need no prayers; we need nothing that will remind us of why we are together tonight.

Lovely, lovely line... really makes an impression on you.

You have so much skill!