Ice Hot 8/? (Uncut, LEMON)
Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2004 9:07 am
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Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.
WARNING: This is the UNCUT version of this chapter, and it has a LEMON, meaning sex. If you do not want to read this material, there is an edited version of it as well on my FanFiction.Net page and on Blissful Ignorance.
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~ Ice Hot ~ Chapter Eight
?Broken Time Limit?
By Gundam Girl
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They were silent the rest of the way to the Sank Kingdom. Anything that either might have said would only be scathing, and Heero was certain that there would be enough cuts inflicted tonight that it could hold off until they reached the palace at about one in the morning.
They went up to her quarters for the discussion, Relena closing and opening her hands as they went. It had become her nervous habit, Heero noted. Hopefully, she would stick with her own pacifistic policies.
It hadn?t been odd entering the palace; the lobby and the staircase they been in and on had never held any certain significance to him. But entering her private suite?he started to remember things he had once tried so hard to forget.
Her bedroom, for instance, was right at the back of the sitting room they were in. Off to the right, the door that led into it was closed, and Heero was grateful. He wasn?t sure what he?d do with her, him, and a bed alone together.
Relena turned on a lamp so he could see her glaring at him. ?Do you care to sit?? she asked venomously, although she remained standing.
He stuck his thumbs in the pockets of his tuxedo pants. ?No, thank you.? The last thing he needed was to give her even the advantage of being on her feet.
She half-shrugged, not really looking to give a damn. ?Suit yourself.?
A silent thirty seconds passed, and Relena stared hard at him. ?Well?? she demanded. ?You were so intent on speaking to me, so talk. I have very little to say to you.?
She was trying to treat the subject he was about to breach as though it was a piece of dust she could just brush off at any time. And she was right, he had intended to speak to her.
But now that he was here, he really had no idea what in hell he had wanted to say. So he examined her again as she undid the clasp on her cloak and hung it on a rack near the door. She truly was exquisite in that gown, very dainty, very delicate-looking.
Yet, almost un-Relena like. At least not the Relena he had cared so strongly for.
?It all began in this room,? he heard himself comment mildly. ?I remember coming in here first to check for security leaks, and you got impatient with waiting outside the door.? He gestured to the slab of wood she stood in front of, taking a quarter of a second to note the slender column of her revealed neck, accentuated by the slim choker Wufei?s camera was in. ?I was so annoyed when you came in without my clearance.?
Relena seemed unaffected. ?You seem a lot more loose now than you did back then.?
?You?d be surprised what a 0.2 amount of alcohol in your system can do for you,? he said with a smirk. ?Have you ever been drunk, Relena??
Her chin rose defiantly. ?That?s my business.?
?Fine.? He leaned against the wall opposite from her, giving her the space she wanted ? for now. ?I was drunk for probably three months after that, and when I wasn?t, I had too much of a headache to get out of bed.?
Her first instinct was to worry, but then Relena remembered that concern wasn?t her privilege anymore, not concern for him. ?If you?re going to say something, Yuy, get it out.?
?I can?t. Make some assurances.? He narrowed his brows at her. ?I don?t want any politicians bombarding you now that they expect you home.?
?Jesus Christ, Yuy, it?s one-thirty in the morning??
?Call someone. It just might be five before I leave.?
Relena held in a sigh, then reached for her phone. Tapping in a quick memorized number, she muttered into the phone. ?Peter? Yes,? she said to the man who had held on as Minister of Foreign Affairs in the past six years. The people had always liked him, and Relena trusted him. ?The party was fine. Listen, inform anyone who should know, including Jestina, that I?ll be in Brussels, at the presidential building there? I am not giving that information, Peter, but I?ll be there. Yes, that?s it. Goodnight.?
She hung up the phone with a snap, and met his eyes with a sharpened gaze. ?Well.?
?For starters,? he jumped, finding the first string being tugged, ?your attitude.?
?My attitude.?
?Right,? he went on. ?In the past six years, you went from the kindest person I knew to the iciest. You cared so much about everyone and everything; the people, the environment. You had heart, Relena, something a person didn?t see a lot of in politicians.? He moved from the wall and took a step ? only one step ? toward her. ?I admired you for that. I wanted to serve you for that. In a way, I was no more than just one of your followers.? He tore his hands from his pockets. ?I wish that spirit was still alive in you.?
His words unsettled her in a very angering way. How dare he try to tell her about spirit! ?That?s the thing, Yuy,? she spat. ?When I had spirit, it got torn apart. Or stolen. Maybe you stole it. Or maybe,? she suggested, devastatingly lowly, ?you tore it apart.?
Heero tensed; he?d known this would come. ?That night, Relena. Remember. You invited me in your bed, not for what happened, perhaps. But you did invite me in.?
?And you came.? Relena realized the sentence was the perfect opening for what she truly needed to torture him with. ?I didn?t, Yuy. Or don?t you remember??
His eyes went dark, his body taut. ?Listen to me,? he hissed scathingly. ?Not a day. Not a day goes by when I don?t think about that night ? constantly. It?s been six years, Relena. That?s 3,153,600 minutes of regret. Now imagine that, Relena.?
She could. Horribly?she could.
?I knew what I was doing at the time. That just made it all the more terrible. That night? God.? Relena realized for the first time that his hands were shaking. ?That night must have been hell for you, Relena.?
?Hell. Define hell, Heero. I hardly believe you can.? She swallowed. Her mouth was dry, but things needed to be said. ?I wasn?t na?ve that night, Heero. I knew it would?hurt. And it did, there was pain. But what happened after the next morning??
He eyed her warily. ?Nothing happened.? And then she started.
?Exactly!? she half-growled. ?Nothing. Not a damn thing. You were gone, you bastard, you were gone after a night with me! No message, no note, no word to anyone. You fucked and left.?
That did chill him him. Watching her, with coldness pent up over six years freezing in her eyes, Heero felt as though she had iced him until he was numb. ?I was gone,? he said softly, ?because?? He hesitated.
?If you say that it was wrong, Yuy,? she seethed threateningly.
?No!? he immediately protested. ?Relena, no. I left because it was right.?
Relena went still, her anger transforming into confusion.
?It felt right that night, when I was with you. Shit,? he cursed, hating it and himself. ?But there were flaws in something that shouldn?t have had flaws. I wasn?t na?ve, either. I knew there?d be pain for you if you were a virgin, and I knew you were. But I was careless, wrapped up. Honestly, Relena?? He sighed, despising what he knew he would have to lay bare before him. ?I cared so much about hurting you that I did instead of didn?t. And I didn?t realize it, because the whole time I thought you were??
When his words died, Relena squared her shoulders. ?Well, I wasn?t.?
Heero Yuy feared nothing but the emotions people directed at him. He was partially horrified by the look of resentment Darlian gave him, and he only knew one thing to say.
?I?m sorry, Relena.?
She couldn?t feel. Not her fingernails biting into her palms, not the slight sweat at her temples, and not her melting heart. Over the days since she?d seen him again, she?d expected thousands of words, hundreds of things he could say to her?
But not ?I?m sorry?.
?What I did,? he said softly, ?was unforgivable. And I don?t expect you to ever let that night go. But, Relena?? His voice took on a very husky tone. ?Can you imagine what it?s been like for me, too??
Yes, she could. But she didn?t want to think he?d been in pain. She didn?t want to think he?d been hurting as much as she had.
He took two more steps toward her. ?That night?I had you. More than in just my head, you were in my arms. I was holding you. You were holding me. If you don?t believe me, fine, but I?d wanted you for so long, Relena. And then I?? He jerked, as though the memory of it singed him. ?I rushed it. I ruined it for you. And, in a way, for myself. You weren?t getting any of the pleasure I felt.?
?I hardly believe you feel this way,? she told him, but her voice was a whisper, and her eyes were wide. ?You didn?t care. That night, it was all so painful.? More than physically, she wanted to tell him, but held back. ?And then you were gone for the next six years, only to walk in as a fellow politician little more than a week ago. How can I?? She shook her head and swallowed, suddenly afraid that she would begin to cry tears she hadn?t let fall in so, so long. ?How can I believe anything that you say??
The former Gundam pilot took one more step toward her, and it brought him achingly close to her. He whispered to her, ?Would you believe something that I do??
Relena blinked rapidly for a moment. ?I??
His hand fell onto her shoulder, lightly, and trailed up the side of her neck to the back of her head. His fingers threaded into golden hair that he?d been dreaming about touching for years. Her lips came apart as though she might protest, and he waited a beat in case she did. But she said nothing. ?Relena...? As the first of her tears spilled over, he lowered his open mouth to hers.
Relena felt as though she?d been wrapped in some kind of hand-made blanket from heaven as his arms came around her, pulling her to him. She didn?t resist, and returned the kiss with equal passion as he slowly unhooked the choker at her neck and dropped it.
But the passion was gentle, and if she could see it, Relena was sure it would glow. She barely registered it when Yuy?s fingers went to the zipper at the back of her dress.
He took his lips from her, and waited until she opened her eyes and answered his silent question. When she slowly nodded, he just as slowly lowered the zipper down its track. As the blue material gaped behind her, he brushed the dress off her shoulders with air-light movement.
The dress pooled around her feet, leaving her clad in only the white shoes she had on and a matching pair of lace panties and strapless bra.
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Wufei watched as his camera went black when the choker hit the floor. Although he still had sound, there was really no point in continuing his guard without visuals. Besides, Yuy was with her.
With a simple flick of his wrist, he shut down the camera. ?Holy shit,? he muttered.
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Heero stopped for a moment, seemingly afraid to let his eyes roam. When Relena lifted a hand, he caught it. ?Would you believe me now if I called you beautiful??
She opened her mouth. ?I believe that I?m not going to fight you.? Her voice was low, almost wanton-sounding. Because she was suddenly wanton. Her hands went to his shoulders and she pushed off his tuxedo jacket, sending it sailing somewhere behind him. Her fingers latched onto the first button of his shirt. ?I believe that tonight?will be different.?
?Relena,? he said when she had undone the white buttons. ?You have to let me know just what it is you want.?
Relena looked into his eyes, and was again taken aback by the range of emotions she saw in them. Desire was a main one, but also there was patience, and still regret. It was the regret she didn?t like.
She took a baby step back, kicking away the silk of her dress. Reaching around, she unhooked the clasp of her bra. It too fell useless at her feet. ?This,? she murmured. Twining her fingers with his, she set them both against her right breast. ?You?? She stepped forward again, pressing up to his mostly-barely chest. Her mouth came to his neck, lips brushing across the tanned flesh there. ?Doing this.?
She almost smiled when she felt his breath rush out raggedly across the top of her head. Instead, she let her hands roam, from his torso to his chest, finally divesting him of his shirt completely.
When her fingers touched his belt, she could feel Heero tense. She drew back to stare at him quizzically.
?There?s gotta be a better place for this,? he explained in a voice raw with arousal. ?You still have your bedroom, don?t you??
She laughed breathlessly; the thought of a bed caused her heart to run in circles. ?Do you remember where it is??
Before she could make another joke, Yuy swept her up into his arms, stunning her into an unmoving position. ?My favorite part of this house,? he told her.
She laughed again, clinging to his neck as he made his way across the room toward her closed bedroom door. A simple kick opened it and his lips found hers as he sat her gently down on the bed. He pulled away for a moment to turn on a bedside lamp.
Relena smirked. ?You didn?t need light before.?
?I want to see you this time.? And his head swam now that he could. The woman who had invaded his dreams since he was fifteen was lying naked before him for the second time. This time, however, she was happy that she was.
He joined her on the bed, lying back. She wasted no time in rolling atop him.
?I?ve always wondered,? she admitted quietly, ?even during the times I hated you, what it would be like to watch your face.?
?Watch my face??
?Yes. It?s a great face.? She smiled when he grimaced; she was more lighthearted than she had been in a long time. ?And I want to know what it looks like?? her quick fingers undid his belt, ??as I touch you.? The buttons of his pants were slid from their holes and the zipper was drawn down. Pants and boxers were then discarded.
When she touched him, she discovered, his face contorted into the most curious look as he hissed in a way that sounded almost painful. The complete shadow of need in his eyes skyrocketed the temperature of her blood, and Relena slid along his body until her mouth was just above his, their breath mingling.
?I told you what I want,? she whispered. They stared at each other as though nothing, not even the bed on which they laid together, existed. Nothing existed but them. ?Will you give it to me??
He had hurt her before, he remembered. He had only been with one other woman since then. He couldn?t recall her name, much less if he?d done any better with her than he had with Relena. But as she kissed him, sweeping her tongue around his own, he was certainly willing to try it again.
They rolled, and Relena reveled in the feeling of him above her. It was so totally different from the night of her election that she almost couldn?t remember anything that had gone wrong with him. But what she could remember put her on the slightest edge.
Heero put his weight on his knees and took her face in his hands. ?For you, I will do whatever you want. But you have to promise me, and you can?t twist anything, not even in your mind? Do you trust me??
She closed her eyes. The ultimate question she hadn?t even faced by herself had come with four words from his delicious mouth. Her blood roared, her heart raced, her body longed for him? Her very soul called to him. She smiled as she opened her eyes again; she knew.
?I trust you, Heero.?
They both went very still. It was the first time she?d said his first name, even to herself, since his abrupt entrance back into her life. ?Relena??
?Heero,? she said again, and just his name gave her pleasure. ?Heero, it?s wonderfully polite of you to assure both of us. But I swear to God, you have to touch me right now or I?m going to be on top.?
A small laugh escaped him; the sound was throaty and anxiety free. His hands left her cheek to travel to her breasts. Carefully yet firmly, he kneaded the soft flesh, rolling her left nipple between his thumb and index fingers.
He slowly replaced his fingers with his mouth, lapping at the tiny bud with his tongue, nipping at it with his teeth. Relena arched against him in the same way she had six years ago.
His hands didn?t go unmoving, however. They skimmed down her stomach, gripping her hips for a few moments before encountering the fairly wet place between her thighs. He smiled when he felt her hands clench in his hair. He switched over to her other nipple.
?You?re going to make bald spots,? he commented lightly.
An airy chuckle flowed from her. ?You?ll leave bruises.?
?Fine then, we?ll be even.? He moved down her body, watching her face for a few seconds. Her eyes clouded in the moment before he lowered his head, and her voice took on a very low tone as his tongue dipped into her.
?Heero. Heero, you?re?? Relena?s breath came jaggedly, one row of fingers digging into the bed-sheet beneath her. ?God.?
He wasn?t a religious man, but if any god had a hand in putting them where they were in this instant, Heero thanked it. His nose brushed the nub above where his tongue moved languidly, and she moaned rather loudly.
?Shh,? he murmured. His lifted his head; an aggravated sigh met his retreat. ?You?ll wake Pagan. He still works here, right??
Relena?s brow furrowed with the concentration it took not to grab him and push him down. ??Till the day he dies,? she said.
He grinned at her. ?Well, we best keep it down or that day will come a lot sooner than we want it to.?
The humor left the situation, and Heero adjusted himself above her, aligned in a way he was certain was fool proof. His eyes met hers, and when she smiled, so beautifully, he kissed her and slid into her as deeply as he could.
She tensed at first, her lips going still, but after a moment she relaxed and bit softly at the corner of his mouth. He pulled back just slightly.
?Are you??
?Fine,? she assured him, locking her arms across his back. ?Please.? Her head fell back, golden hair falling in every direction. ?Please just??
His lips met her throat as he began to slowly move. He was so afraid he?d hurt her again. Relena?s face eased soon, and she sighed blissfully as his speed increased. Her hips began to lift, meeting him halfway in his descent. One of her legs came to wrap around his thighs.
Heero let out as a sigh himself as their bodies worked together. It seemed as though they?d had sex two million before.
No, he corrected himself as her head raised so she could kiss the underside of his chin. This wasn?t sex. Not this time. This was a first ? he was making love to her. It wasn?t sex.
Despite his intention to keep it slow and lasting, they both sped in their undulations. He could feel her everywhere, surrounding him. Her breath was on his neck, her hands were slipped around him. Her legs had moved around his waist, urging him on.
Nothing short of a Gundam bursting through the window could have stopped her scream. He felt her tighten around him. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder, and her teeth scraped his ear.
She gasped, throwing her head back against the pillow. ?Heero!?
He came at the sound of his name on her lips, and he buried his face in her neck, uttering a long, growling moan.
When he lifted his head again a few moments later, spent, he saw how absolutely beautiful she was. She was practically glowing. And it satisfied him to know he had put that pleased smile on her face in comparison to the hateful frown he?d planted first.
Slowly, with some regret, he pulled out of her, rolling to his side so lay beside her warm body. Wanting to keep the heat in, he pulled the blanket over them. Her eyes were closed.
?Relena?? he said.
Relena?s eyes opened to look at him curiously. ?It?s supposed to be that way?? she asked softly, with an almost timid air.
Heero nodded seriously. ?Yeah.? He leaned forward to briefly catch her lips with his. ?It?s supposed to be that way.?
She smiled again. ?I?d dreamed for so long?but I couldn?t know.?
?I?m sorry.?
?Don?t be. Not anymore,? Relena told him with a soft sigh. She snuggled against his side. ?You?ll stay, won?t you??
He smiled himself, brushing some golden hair from her face and circling his index finger around her bare shoulder. ?As long as you want me to.?
She caught his hand and kissed the fingers of it. Lightly, she murmured, ?Pagan makes terrific waffles.?
Heero laughed. ?Somehow I remember that.? He pulled her completely against him. ?It takes a lot longer than six years to forget food like that.? Reaching over her, he turned off the lamp, plunging the bedroom into total darkness.
He had expected that she?d want to sleep, but as a now-familiar hand snaked down his navel to the most sensitive of places, he realized she was anything but tired. Grinning in the silvery moonlight coming in through the window, he reached for her, kissing her throat, nibbling at the soft flesh there.
?You better have Pagan make Belgian waffles,? he suggested.
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Heero never got waffles.
At six o? clock that morning, a mere three hours after they?d finally gone to sleep, Relena?s bedside phone rang.
Heero was the first to reluctantly move after the fifth ring, but Relena beat him to the receiver.
?He?o?? was the murmur, not aware that the caller?s eyebrow shot up; President Darlian was usually very alert if a call came in the middle of the night.
?Relena??
Relena blinked through the haze of sleep, leaning against Heero?s bare, warm chest for warmth. His hand came to her stomach, fingers circling her belly button. ?Peter? What is it? It?s?ugh.? Not willing to try to comprehend what the figures on her digital clock could possibly mean, she settled with, ?Horribly early.?
?Relena, you need to wake up! What the hell are you still at home for??
She binked again, this time remembering what she had told Peter. ?I?? she began, but there was no cover story to think up.
?The Brussels mansion was bombed!? Peter exclaimed through the phone, loud enough that she was completely awake now. ?It?s completely gone up in flames! I was panicked, Jestina?s been crying for the past hour, Secretary Markinson is on the verge of hysteria. What the hell is going on, Relena??
Relena?s mouth opened and closed once, then twice. ?Peter? Have there been any casualties??
A soft sigh came from the extension. ?No. There were several guards injured, but not too severely. Second-degree burns at the most. They?ll be okay.? There was a pause. ?Relena? I usually wouldn?t pry, but in this case, I feel I am entitled to. Why did you tell me you?d be in Brussels and you stayed home? I checked with Preventers, and Lady Une told me that no officers had been assigned to your security for travel. Then I called the airlines and found out you?d never booked a ticket. I?m going crazy here, and as the Minister??
?Peter,? Relena cut in lightly. ?I?m sorry. You have every right to be upset with me.? Her fist curled into the bedsheet. ?I?m upset with myself. But please?don?t ask questions.? Her head turned, and her eyes met Heero?s. His gaze was dark and questioning, certainly worried.
?I?m coming to Brussels,? she said, never taking her stare from his. ?Meet me there in four hours.?
When she hung up, she took a few precious moments to turn and bury her face in Heero?s chest. His arms came around her supportively.
It wasn?t until he felt water on his skin and he pushed her back to see the tears that slipped down her cheeks that he began to inquire.
?Relena?? he said softly. ?What?s wrong? What happened??
She shook her head for a moment. Her golden, mussed hair swung back and forth in disheartened sadness. ?I lied, Heero. And people were hurt. When I told Minister Martinez that I was in Brussels?someone attacked the mansion. By bomb.?
He gripped her shoulders, his hand sliding over her cheek. ?Relena??
?And what else,? she gasped, full out miserable now, ?is that I didn?t care, for just a moment. All I wanted to do was hang up and roll over and go back to you.? Her body trembled beneath his hands.
?Relena,? he said firmly. ?Relena, listen. If you had told them you were here, talking to me, the bombers would have only attacked this place. You?d be dead, and I?d be dead. Peygan would be dead, and I think?? Oh shit. ?Would Wufei be dead??
Her shoulders drooped. ?Yes, he would.?
?So, Wufei knows I?m here.? Well, he was probably the best choice. Had it been Duo or Trowa, Heero was fairly certain slugging would be involved. ?What do you want to do?? he asked her softly.
?Come to Brussels with me,? she asked softly. ?Please.? Her lips met the smooth hardness of his shoulder. ?I can?t? I can?t go by myself.? Now that her walls were weak, she was positive she?d never make it dry-eyed without him. ?Heero??
?Don?t even ask.? He kissed her forehead. ?Whenever you need me, and wherever, I swear I?ll be there.?
Her head fell. ?It?s my fault.?
?No.? His jaw tightened; there were still morons, after ten years who believed that fighting was what the world needed. And those morons had caused the woman in his arms pain that he had ascertained would not occur again. ?It?s not. Not your fault.?
And, he decided as he climbed out of the bed with her to get dressed, he would crush them.
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Review please!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.
WARNING: This is the UNCUT version of this chapter, and it has a LEMON, meaning sex. If you do not want to read this material, there is an edited version of it as well on my FanFiction.Net page and on Blissful Ignorance.
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~ Ice Hot ~ Chapter Eight
?Broken Time Limit?
By Gundam Girl
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They were silent the rest of the way to the Sank Kingdom. Anything that either might have said would only be scathing, and Heero was certain that there would be enough cuts inflicted tonight that it could hold off until they reached the palace at about one in the morning.
They went up to her quarters for the discussion, Relena closing and opening her hands as they went. It had become her nervous habit, Heero noted. Hopefully, she would stick with her own pacifistic policies.
It hadn?t been odd entering the palace; the lobby and the staircase they been in and on had never held any certain significance to him. But entering her private suite?he started to remember things he had once tried so hard to forget.
Her bedroom, for instance, was right at the back of the sitting room they were in. Off to the right, the door that led into it was closed, and Heero was grateful. He wasn?t sure what he?d do with her, him, and a bed alone together.
Relena turned on a lamp so he could see her glaring at him. ?Do you care to sit?? she asked venomously, although she remained standing.
He stuck his thumbs in the pockets of his tuxedo pants. ?No, thank you.? The last thing he needed was to give her even the advantage of being on her feet.
She half-shrugged, not really looking to give a damn. ?Suit yourself.?
A silent thirty seconds passed, and Relena stared hard at him. ?Well?? she demanded. ?You were so intent on speaking to me, so talk. I have very little to say to you.?
She was trying to treat the subject he was about to breach as though it was a piece of dust she could just brush off at any time. And she was right, he had intended to speak to her.
But now that he was here, he really had no idea what in hell he had wanted to say. So he examined her again as she undid the clasp on her cloak and hung it on a rack near the door. She truly was exquisite in that gown, very dainty, very delicate-looking.
Yet, almost un-Relena like. At least not the Relena he had cared so strongly for.
?It all began in this room,? he heard himself comment mildly. ?I remember coming in here first to check for security leaks, and you got impatient with waiting outside the door.? He gestured to the slab of wood she stood in front of, taking a quarter of a second to note the slender column of her revealed neck, accentuated by the slim choker Wufei?s camera was in. ?I was so annoyed when you came in without my clearance.?
Relena seemed unaffected. ?You seem a lot more loose now than you did back then.?
?You?d be surprised what a 0.2 amount of alcohol in your system can do for you,? he said with a smirk. ?Have you ever been drunk, Relena??
Her chin rose defiantly. ?That?s my business.?
?Fine.? He leaned against the wall opposite from her, giving her the space she wanted ? for now. ?I was drunk for probably three months after that, and when I wasn?t, I had too much of a headache to get out of bed.?
Her first instinct was to worry, but then Relena remembered that concern wasn?t her privilege anymore, not concern for him. ?If you?re going to say something, Yuy, get it out.?
?I can?t. Make some assurances.? He narrowed his brows at her. ?I don?t want any politicians bombarding you now that they expect you home.?
?Jesus Christ, Yuy, it?s one-thirty in the morning??
?Call someone. It just might be five before I leave.?
Relena held in a sigh, then reached for her phone. Tapping in a quick memorized number, she muttered into the phone. ?Peter? Yes,? she said to the man who had held on as Minister of Foreign Affairs in the past six years. The people had always liked him, and Relena trusted him. ?The party was fine. Listen, inform anyone who should know, including Jestina, that I?ll be in Brussels, at the presidential building there? I am not giving that information, Peter, but I?ll be there. Yes, that?s it. Goodnight.?
She hung up the phone with a snap, and met his eyes with a sharpened gaze. ?Well.?
?For starters,? he jumped, finding the first string being tugged, ?your attitude.?
?My attitude.?
?Right,? he went on. ?In the past six years, you went from the kindest person I knew to the iciest. You cared so much about everyone and everything; the people, the environment. You had heart, Relena, something a person didn?t see a lot of in politicians.? He moved from the wall and took a step ? only one step ? toward her. ?I admired you for that. I wanted to serve you for that. In a way, I was no more than just one of your followers.? He tore his hands from his pockets. ?I wish that spirit was still alive in you.?
His words unsettled her in a very angering way. How dare he try to tell her about spirit! ?That?s the thing, Yuy,? she spat. ?When I had spirit, it got torn apart. Or stolen. Maybe you stole it. Or maybe,? she suggested, devastatingly lowly, ?you tore it apart.?
Heero tensed; he?d known this would come. ?That night, Relena. Remember. You invited me in your bed, not for what happened, perhaps. But you did invite me in.?
?And you came.? Relena realized the sentence was the perfect opening for what she truly needed to torture him with. ?I didn?t, Yuy. Or don?t you remember??
His eyes went dark, his body taut. ?Listen to me,? he hissed scathingly. ?Not a day. Not a day goes by when I don?t think about that night ? constantly. It?s been six years, Relena. That?s 3,153,600 minutes of regret. Now imagine that, Relena.?
She could. Horribly?she could.
?I knew what I was doing at the time. That just made it all the more terrible. That night? God.? Relena realized for the first time that his hands were shaking. ?That night must have been hell for you, Relena.?
?Hell. Define hell, Heero. I hardly believe you can.? She swallowed. Her mouth was dry, but things needed to be said. ?I wasn?t na?ve that night, Heero. I knew it would?hurt. And it did, there was pain. But what happened after the next morning??
He eyed her warily. ?Nothing happened.? And then she started.
?Exactly!? she half-growled. ?Nothing. Not a damn thing. You were gone, you bastard, you were gone after a night with me! No message, no note, no word to anyone. You fucked and left.?
That did chill him him. Watching her, with coldness pent up over six years freezing in her eyes, Heero felt as though she had iced him until he was numb. ?I was gone,? he said softly, ?because?? He hesitated.
?If you say that it was wrong, Yuy,? she seethed threateningly.
?No!? he immediately protested. ?Relena, no. I left because it was right.?
Relena went still, her anger transforming into confusion.
?It felt right that night, when I was with you. Shit,? he cursed, hating it and himself. ?But there were flaws in something that shouldn?t have had flaws. I wasn?t na?ve, either. I knew there?d be pain for you if you were a virgin, and I knew you were. But I was careless, wrapped up. Honestly, Relena?? He sighed, despising what he knew he would have to lay bare before him. ?I cared so much about hurting you that I did instead of didn?t. And I didn?t realize it, because the whole time I thought you were??
When his words died, Relena squared her shoulders. ?Well, I wasn?t.?
Heero Yuy feared nothing but the emotions people directed at him. He was partially horrified by the look of resentment Darlian gave him, and he only knew one thing to say.
?I?m sorry, Relena.?
She couldn?t feel. Not her fingernails biting into her palms, not the slight sweat at her temples, and not her melting heart. Over the days since she?d seen him again, she?d expected thousands of words, hundreds of things he could say to her?
But not ?I?m sorry?.
?What I did,? he said softly, ?was unforgivable. And I don?t expect you to ever let that night go. But, Relena?? His voice took on a very husky tone. ?Can you imagine what it?s been like for me, too??
Yes, she could. But she didn?t want to think he?d been in pain. She didn?t want to think he?d been hurting as much as she had.
He took two more steps toward her. ?That night?I had you. More than in just my head, you were in my arms. I was holding you. You were holding me. If you don?t believe me, fine, but I?d wanted you for so long, Relena. And then I?? He jerked, as though the memory of it singed him. ?I rushed it. I ruined it for you. And, in a way, for myself. You weren?t getting any of the pleasure I felt.?
?I hardly believe you feel this way,? she told him, but her voice was a whisper, and her eyes were wide. ?You didn?t care. That night, it was all so painful.? More than physically, she wanted to tell him, but held back. ?And then you were gone for the next six years, only to walk in as a fellow politician little more than a week ago. How can I?? She shook her head and swallowed, suddenly afraid that she would begin to cry tears she hadn?t let fall in so, so long. ?How can I believe anything that you say??
The former Gundam pilot took one more step toward her, and it brought him achingly close to her. He whispered to her, ?Would you believe something that I do??
Relena blinked rapidly for a moment. ?I??
His hand fell onto her shoulder, lightly, and trailed up the side of her neck to the back of her head. His fingers threaded into golden hair that he?d been dreaming about touching for years. Her lips came apart as though she might protest, and he waited a beat in case she did. But she said nothing. ?Relena...? As the first of her tears spilled over, he lowered his open mouth to hers.
Relena felt as though she?d been wrapped in some kind of hand-made blanket from heaven as his arms came around her, pulling her to him. She didn?t resist, and returned the kiss with equal passion as he slowly unhooked the choker at her neck and dropped it.
But the passion was gentle, and if she could see it, Relena was sure it would glow. She barely registered it when Yuy?s fingers went to the zipper at the back of her dress.
He took his lips from her, and waited until she opened her eyes and answered his silent question. When she slowly nodded, he just as slowly lowered the zipper down its track. As the blue material gaped behind her, he brushed the dress off her shoulders with air-light movement.
The dress pooled around her feet, leaving her clad in only the white shoes she had on and a matching pair of lace panties and strapless bra.
***
Wufei watched as his camera went black when the choker hit the floor. Although he still had sound, there was really no point in continuing his guard without visuals. Besides, Yuy was with her.
With a simple flick of his wrist, he shut down the camera. ?Holy shit,? he muttered.
***
Heero stopped for a moment, seemingly afraid to let his eyes roam. When Relena lifted a hand, he caught it. ?Would you believe me now if I called you beautiful??
She opened her mouth. ?I believe that I?m not going to fight you.? Her voice was low, almost wanton-sounding. Because she was suddenly wanton. Her hands went to his shoulders and she pushed off his tuxedo jacket, sending it sailing somewhere behind him. Her fingers latched onto the first button of his shirt. ?I believe that tonight?will be different.?
?Relena,? he said when she had undone the white buttons. ?You have to let me know just what it is you want.?
Relena looked into his eyes, and was again taken aback by the range of emotions she saw in them. Desire was a main one, but also there was patience, and still regret. It was the regret she didn?t like.
She took a baby step back, kicking away the silk of her dress. Reaching around, she unhooked the clasp of her bra. It too fell useless at her feet. ?This,? she murmured. Twining her fingers with his, she set them both against her right breast. ?You?? She stepped forward again, pressing up to his mostly-barely chest. Her mouth came to his neck, lips brushing across the tanned flesh there. ?Doing this.?
She almost smiled when she felt his breath rush out raggedly across the top of her head. Instead, she let her hands roam, from his torso to his chest, finally divesting him of his shirt completely.
When her fingers touched his belt, she could feel Heero tense. She drew back to stare at him quizzically.
?There?s gotta be a better place for this,? he explained in a voice raw with arousal. ?You still have your bedroom, don?t you??
She laughed breathlessly; the thought of a bed caused her heart to run in circles. ?Do you remember where it is??
Before she could make another joke, Yuy swept her up into his arms, stunning her into an unmoving position. ?My favorite part of this house,? he told her.
She laughed again, clinging to his neck as he made his way across the room toward her closed bedroom door. A simple kick opened it and his lips found hers as he sat her gently down on the bed. He pulled away for a moment to turn on a bedside lamp.
Relena smirked. ?You didn?t need light before.?
?I want to see you this time.? And his head swam now that he could. The woman who had invaded his dreams since he was fifteen was lying naked before him for the second time. This time, however, she was happy that she was.
He joined her on the bed, lying back. She wasted no time in rolling atop him.
?I?ve always wondered,? she admitted quietly, ?even during the times I hated you, what it would be like to watch your face.?
?Watch my face??
?Yes. It?s a great face.? She smiled when he grimaced; she was more lighthearted than she had been in a long time. ?And I want to know what it looks like?? her quick fingers undid his belt, ??as I touch you.? The buttons of his pants were slid from their holes and the zipper was drawn down. Pants and boxers were then discarded.
When she touched him, she discovered, his face contorted into the most curious look as he hissed in a way that sounded almost painful. The complete shadow of need in his eyes skyrocketed the temperature of her blood, and Relena slid along his body until her mouth was just above his, their breath mingling.
?I told you what I want,? she whispered. They stared at each other as though nothing, not even the bed on which they laid together, existed. Nothing existed but them. ?Will you give it to me??
He had hurt her before, he remembered. He had only been with one other woman since then. He couldn?t recall her name, much less if he?d done any better with her than he had with Relena. But as she kissed him, sweeping her tongue around his own, he was certainly willing to try it again.
They rolled, and Relena reveled in the feeling of him above her. It was so totally different from the night of her election that she almost couldn?t remember anything that had gone wrong with him. But what she could remember put her on the slightest edge.
Heero put his weight on his knees and took her face in his hands. ?For you, I will do whatever you want. But you have to promise me, and you can?t twist anything, not even in your mind? Do you trust me??
She closed her eyes. The ultimate question she hadn?t even faced by herself had come with four words from his delicious mouth. Her blood roared, her heart raced, her body longed for him? Her very soul called to him. She smiled as she opened her eyes again; she knew.
?I trust you, Heero.?
They both went very still. It was the first time she?d said his first name, even to herself, since his abrupt entrance back into her life. ?Relena??
?Heero,? she said again, and just his name gave her pleasure. ?Heero, it?s wonderfully polite of you to assure both of us. But I swear to God, you have to touch me right now or I?m going to be on top.?
A small laugh escaped him; the sound was throaty and anxiety free. His hands left her cheek to travel to her breasts. Carefully yet firmly, he kneaded the soft flesh, rolling her left nipple between his thumb and index fingers.
He slowly replaced his fingers with his mouth, lapping at the tiny bud with his tongue, nipping at it with his teeth. Relena arched against him in the same way she had six years ago.
His hands didn?t go unmoving, however. They skimmed down her stomach, gripping her hips for a few moments before encountering the fairly wet place between her thighs. He smiled when he felt her hands clench in his hair. He switched over to her other nipple.
?You?re going to make bald spots,? he commented lightly.
An airy chuckle flowed from her. ?You?ll leave bruises.?
?Fine then, we?ll be even.? He moved down her body, watching her face for a few seconds. Her eyes clouded in the moment before he lowered his head, and her voice took on a very low tone as his tongue dipped into her.
?Heero. Heero, you?re?? Relena?s breath came jaggedly, one row of fingers digging into the bed-sheet beneath her. ?God.?
He wasn?t a religious man, but if any god had a hand in putting them where they were in this instant, Heero thanked it. His nose brushed the nub above where his tongue moved languidly, and she moaned rather loudly.
?Shh,? he murmured. His lifted his head; an aggravated sigh met his retreat. ?You?ll wake Pagan. He still works here, right??
Relena?s brow furrowed with the concentration it took not to grab him and push him down. ??Till the day he dies,? she said.
He grinned at her. ?Well, we best keep it down or that day will come a lot sooner than we want it to.?
The humor left the situation, and Heero adjusted himself above her, aligned in a way he was certain was fool proof. His eyes met hers, and when she smiled, so beautifully, he kissed her and slid into her as deeply as he could.
She tensed at first, her lips going still, but after a moment she relaxed and bit softly at the corner of his mouth. He pulled back just slightly.
?Are you??
?Fine,? she assured him, locking her arms across his back. ?Please.? Her head fell back, golden hair falling in every direction. ?Please just??
His lips met her throat as he began to slowly move. He was so afraid he?d hurt her again. Relena?s face eased soon, and she sighed blissfully as his speed increased. Her hips began to lift, meeting him halfway in his descent. One of her legs came to wrap around his thighs.
Heero let out as a sigh himself as their bodies worked together. It seemed as though they?d had sex two million before.
No, he corrected himself as her head raised so she could kiss the underside of his chin. This wasn?t sex. Not this time. This was a first ? he was making love to her. It wasn?t sex.
Despite his intention to keep it slow and lasting, they both sped in their undulations. He could feel her everywhere, surrounding him. Her breath was on his neck, her hands were slipped around him. Her legs had moved around his waist, urging him on.
Nothing short of a Gundam bursting through the window could have stopped her scream. He felt her tighten around him. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder, and her teeth scraped his ear.
She gasped, throwing her head back against the pillow. ?Heero!?
He came at the sound of his name on her lips, and he buried his face in her neck, uttering a long, growling moan.
When he lifted his head again a few moments later, spent, he saw how absolutely beautiful she was. She was practically glowing. And it satisfied him to know he had put that pleased smile on her face in comparison to the hateful frown he?d planted first.
Slowly, with some regret, he pulled out of her, rolling to his side so lay beside her warm body. Wanting to keep the heat in, he pulled the blanket over them. Her eyes were closed.
?Relena?? he said.
Relena?s eyes opened to look at him curiously. ?It?s supposed to be that way?? she asked softly, with an almost timid air.
Heero nodded seriously. ?Yeah.? He leaned forward to briefly catch her lips with his. ?It?s supposed to be that way.?
She smiled again. ?I?d dreamed for so long?but I couldn?t know.?
?I?m sorry.?
?Don?t be. Not anymore,? Relena told him with a soft sigh. She snuggled against his side. ?You?ll stay, won?t you??
He smiled himself, brushing some golden hair from her face and circling his index finger around her bare shoulder. ?As long as you want me to.?
She caught his hand and kissed the fingers of it. Lightly, she murmured, ?Pagan makes terrific waffles.?
Heero laughed. ?Somehow I remember that.? He pulled her completely against him. ?It takes a lot longer than six years to forget food like that.? Reaching over her, he turned off the lamp, plunging the bedroom into total darkness.
He had expected that she?d want to sleep, but as a now-familiar hand snaked down his navel to the most sensitive of places, he realized she was anything but tired. Grinning in the silvery moonlight coming in through the window, he reached for her, kissing her throat, nibbling at the soft flesh there.
?You better have Pagan make Belgian waffles,? he suggested.
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Heero never got waffles.
At six o? clock that morning, a mere three hours after they?d finally gone to sleep, Relena?s bedside phone rang.
Heero was the first to reluctantly move after the fifth ring, but Relena beat him to the receiver.
?He?o?? was the murmur, not aware that the caller?s eyebrow shot up; President Darlian was usually very alert if a call came in the middle of the night.
?Relena??
Relena blinked through the haze of sleep, leaning against Heero?s bare, warm chest for warmth. His hand came to her stomach, fingers circling her belly button. ?Peter? What is it? It?s?ugh.? Not willing to try to comprehend what the figures on her digital clock could possibly mean, she settled with, ?Horribly early.?
?Relena, you need to wake up! What the hell are you still at home for??
She binked again, this time remembering what she had told Peter. ?I?? she began, but there was no cover story to think up.
?The Brussels mansion was bombed!? Peter exclaimed through the phone, loud enough that she was completely awake now. ?It?s completely gone up in flames! I was panicked, Jestina?s been crying for the past hour, Secretary Markinson is on the verge of hysteria. What the hell is going on, Relena??
Relena?s mouth opened and closed once, then twice. ?Peter? Have there been any casualties??
A soft sigh came from the extension. ?No. There were several guards injured, but not too severely. Second-degree burns at the most. They?ll be okay.? There was a pause. ?Relena? I usually wouldn?t pry, but in this case, I feel I am entitled to. Why did you tell me you?d be in Brussels and you stayed home? I checked with Preventers, and Lady Une told me that no officers had been assigned to your security for travel. Then I called the airlines and found out you?d never booked a ticket. I?m going crazy here, and as the Minister??
?Peter,? Relena cut in lightly. ?I?m sorry. You have every right to be upset with me.? Her fist curled into the bedsheet. ?I?m upset with myself. But please?don?t ask questions.? Her head turned, and her eyes met Heero?s. His gaze was dark and questioning, certainly worried.
?I?m coming to Brussels,? she said, never taking her stare from his. ?Meet me there in four hours.?
When she hung up, she took a few precious moments to turn and bury her face in Heero?s chest. His arms came around her supportively.
It wasn?t until he felt water on his skin and he pushed her back to see the tears that slipped down her cheeks that he began to inquire.
?Relena?? he said softly. ?What?s wrong? What happened??
She shook her head for a moment. Her golden, mussed hair swung back and forth in disheartened sadness. ?I lied, Heero. And people were hurt. When I told Minister Martinez that I was in Brussels?someone attacked the mansion. By bomb.?
He gripped her shoulders, his hand sliding over her cheek. ?Relena??
?And what else,? she gasped, full out miserable now, ?is that I didn?t care, for just a moment. All I wanted to do was hang up and roll over and go back to you.? Her body trembled beneath his hands.
?Relena,? he said firmly. ?Relena, listen. If you had told them you were here, talking to me, the bombers would have only attacked this place. You?d be dead, and I?d be dead. Peygan would be dead, and I think?? Oh shit. ?Would Wufei be dead??
Her shoulders drooped. ?Yes, he would.?
?So, Wufei knows I?m here.? Well, he was probably the best choice. Had it been Duo or Trowa, Heero was fairly certain slugging would be involved. ?What do you want to do?? he asked her softly.
?Come to Brussels with me,? she asked softly. ?Please.? Her lips met the smooth hardness of his shoulder. ?I can?t? I can?t go by myself.? Now that her walls were weak, she was positive she?d never make it dry-eyed without him. ?Heero??
?Don?t even ask.? He kissed her forehead. ?Whenever you need me, and wherever, I swear I?ll be there.?
Her head fell. ?It?s my fault.?
?No.? His jaw tightened; there were still morons, after ten years who believed that fighting was what the world needed. And those morons had caused the woman in his arms pain that he had ascertained would not occur again. ?It?s not. Not your fault.?
And, he decided as he climbed out of the bed with her to get dressed, he would crush them.
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Review please!
Loved it. oo wha will heero do now... oo please continue... 
Anywho, I am really looking forward to the next chappy. You did a great job on this one! 