Protect Me From What I Want, chaper 2
Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2004 12:41 pm
Greetings, fellow 1xR fans! This was a fun chapter to write, I seem to make Relena a rather sarcastic and caustic person. I always thought she had potental^.^
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*BUZZZ!! BUZZZ!! *
Shit...
I groaned and smashed my hand down on the annoying alarm clock. The horrific din didn?t cease. Then I remembered Duo had rigged my alarm clock so that the ?snooze? feature no longer existed. Practical joke my ass, I thought to myself as I hauled myself out of bed. My head spun and black dots floated into my line of sight. I shook my head vigorously, in hopes to dislodge any remaining cobwebs and headed to the bathroom. The shower beckoned to me, and I did not ignore its seductive calls.
Mmm?shower...I thought to myself as I stepped under the stream of hot water.
I wished I could ignore the world and just spend all my time in the shower or bath. Sighing, I grabbed the bottle of shampoo and squirted a glob into my palm. Thoughts of Heero spontaneously drifted through my mind as I massaged my scalp. I wonder what it would feel like to shower with him...it must be nice to have someone wash your back...or other things... The graphic nature of my daydreams caught me by surprise. Those thoughts had been becoming more and more...adult...as the years had passed. Not that I minded thinking about sex, but that Heero and sex were in the same daydreams unnerved me. It had been so long since we had seen each other; that I was still thinking of him made me rather uncomfortable. I had trained my mind that Heero no longer merited constant thought; but my heart and my body thought otherwise. I frowned, and then rinsed out my hair. Deep breath, focus on conditioning the hair. No thinking of Heero naked with me, in a hot shower, or my bed: candles...roses?petals...handcuffs... My hands stilled in my hair as the telltale tendrils of warmth uncurled in my abdomen. Leaving the conditioner to absorb into my follicles, I reached for the curvy bottle of rose scented body wash. Squeezing a large blob of body wash onto my palm, I ran my hands over my body. I closed my eyes and sat down in the shower; lost in the fantasy....
?I thought I?d find you here,? his deep, sensual voice sends shivers down my spine. The hot water cascades down my body; his presence behind me is overwhelming. I start to turn around, but two strong hands forced me to stay where I am.
?Not yet.? Heero had always been laconic, it had bothered me before but now his directness stirred something deep within me. Hands on my hips brought me out of my reverie. He moved closer and tightened his grip on my body. One hand slid up my back to cup my neck and I leaned into it. Another hand moved to my belly, lightly stroking the sensitive flesh right above my...
BLEEP! BLEEP!
The sound of the vidphone wrenched me from my daydream and I blushed at my lascivious thoughts. My heart cried. No matter how much I wished for him, he wouldn?t be mine. I knew, deep in my soul that nothing would happen between Heero Yuy and myself. Angrily, I rinsed the conditioner from my long hair and the body wash from my body. Turning off the shower I stepped out and grabbed my bathrobe and a towel for my hair. Luckily, the vidphone was still ringing; whoever was calling me certainly was tenacious. I sprinted to my desk and pressed the ?answer? button on the vidphone.
?Hello, Relena Dorlian-Peacecraft speaking,? I rattled off, my eyes trained on the lovely oak of my desktop.
?Relena...? That voice. You?re imagining things, Relena. That?s not Heero Yuy on your vidphone, he doesn?t want anything to do with you, remember?
?Relena?? His voice woke me from my reverie. My eyes snapped up to look at the screen. It was indeed Heero Yuy and Christ he looked good.
?H-Heero, good morning,? I stuttered, my eyes never leaving his. Gone was the lean desperate face of the teenage soldier, it had been replaced with the angular masculine features of manhood. His eyes were the same enrapturing blue, but somehow different. Dark brown hair still fell onto his forehead, shorter but still untamed. Holy shit, he grew into a sex god...
?There?s been a threat. Preventer called me out of retirement, I?ve been assigned to your personal security detail.? Heero?s voice was smooth, no longer monotone but now carefully modulated. I couldn?t see much more of him, just his head and shoulders. And what shoulders...My mind wandered off; an image of myself clutching onto those shoulders in the throes of passion came unbidden to my mind.
?A-a threat? What is it this time?? Try as I might, I couldn?t conceal the weary tone that snuck into my question. These threats had become almost routine, every few years another upstart terrorist group would try to stage a coup. It surprised me, how blas? about them I had become.
?This line is unsecured, I?ll brief you about it when I arrive. I should be there by tomorrow at 2200 hours,? he said evenly, but his eyes were glued to my face. I couldn?t help but wonder if I had some sort of embarrassing growth or something. Self consciously, I lifted my hand to subtly explore the area of my face that had caught his attention so. Oh shit, the toilet-face incident! I could feel the color rising to my cheeks.
?I will be expecting a full report when you arrive, and if you try to keep anything from me regarding this matter I will have my secretary throw water balloons at you with great force,? He smirked, I was mortified. Did I actually say that!? Looks like the mouth to brain filter has yet to start working. Wait a minute; did I just see a smile? I was sure of it; even though we hadn?t seen each other for such a long time I still remembered the nuances of his expressions.
?See you then, Relena. Remember, there is still much that we don?t know about this group, so don?t ditch Duo or Trowa. All right?? His eyes glittered in the morning light and I couldn?t help wondering where he was right at that moment.
?I promise, Heero.? I said, as innocently I could. As much as I enjoyed both Duo and Trowa?s company, being nannied was not my cup of tea.
?If you do, and I?ll know if you do, I will throw water balloons at you myself. Take care.? Heero Yuy smiled, just a small smile before disconnecting.
I sat there, looking at the blank screen, dumbfounded. Had he, The Great Heero Yuy, just make a joke? My head was spinning; this day just kept getting more bizarre by the minute. One second, I?m in the shower touching myself and having indecent thoughts about Heero, and the next second he?s on my vidphone telling me that he would see me in two days! When did the Peacecraft manor become the twilight zone!?
I sighed and walked back into the bathroom to comb out my hair; another day of the same old political bullshit. I tipped my head over and sprayed detangle on my head. It was something I had to do everyday, now that my hair was to my waist. What hairstyle will piss Kandi off the most today?
?Hn.? I said as I ran the comb though my tresses. Today was a meeting with the dreaded Kandi, every time I tried to do something that would irk her. My own little war, you could say. Then I caught my reflection in mirror over the sink.
?Shit!? I muttered, looking at the angry bruise the covered my left cheekbone. I knew I would have a hard time explaining that away. I sighed and braided my hair, two plaits to pin prettily on my head. I manhandled the braid on the right side of my head into a bun and mercilessly pinned it tight. The second one was far easier to do, and once that was finished I looked again at the mirror. I look like a little Dutch girl. I snickered and left the bathroom to get dressed. On my way across the room however, I tripped on the same discarded shoe I had tripped over the night before, and almost landed face first on the floor. This was not my day at all. That call from Heero certainly knocked me for a loop.
I finally made it to the closet and began looking through the innumerable suits and twin sets with coordinating skirts. I sighed Kandi was a fashion Nazi. I sighed and grabbed a long, floaty skirt of the deepest blue. It was one of my favorites; I loved the way it felt to have such delicate fabric swish around my calves as I walked. I grabbed a simple white blouse; it was made in the old style, with princess seams, pretty tucked shoulders and a modestly low neckline. The combination for the skirt and blouse always made me feel like a romance novel heroine, delicate and entrancing. Of course, I knew it didn?t really make me look like that. I picked out my underwear, a matching bra and panty set, courtesy of Kandi. Rummaging through the drawer I found a pair of silk stockings and my garter belt. I smirked, nothing like a little sexy lingerie to wear under conservative work clothes. I wonder what Heero would think if he knew the kind of things I wore under my demure pantsuits and twin sets. Banishing that thought from my mind, I swiftly got dressed and returned to the bathroom.
?Time for the war paint,? I said aloud. After applying the right amount of foundation and concealer, the bruise was invisible. I then applied blush and eye shadow. I had always been very simplistic in my everyday make up; no one really cared if I looked especially attractive. That was the nature of my job, directing focus away from my physical appearance and toward my intellectual prowess. I pulled a face and then carefully applied a light coat of sensual red lipstick. Stepping back to critique my handiwork, I considered my reflection.
The red lipstick didn?t look out of place; surprisingly enough it enhanced my romance novel heroine look. Satisfied that this was as good as I was going to get, I put the lipstick in my purse along with my bottles of pills. I slid on a pair of navy blue kitten heeled Mary Janes and went downstairs
for my breakfast.
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please forgive the crappy formatting, i'm still trying to master that aspect^.^
Please read and review, and if you really like this, tell you friends! if you
do review, i?ll give you a cookie^.^
.
All Standard Disclaimers Apply =^.^=
*BUZZZ!! BUZZZ!! *
Shit...
I groaned and smashed my hand down on the annoying alarm clock. The horrific din didn?t cease. Then I remembered Duo had rigged my alarm clock so that the ?snooze? feature no longer existed. Practical joke my ass, I thought to myself as I hauled myself out of bed. My head spun and black dots floated into my line of sight. I shook my head vigorously, in hopes to dislodge any remaining cobwebs and headed to the bathroom. The shower beckoned to me, and I did not ignore its seductive calls.
Mmm?shower...I thought to myself as I stepped under the stream of hot water.
I wished I could ignore the world and just spend all my time in the shower or bath. Sighing, I grabbed the bottle of shampoo and squirted a glob into my palm. Thoughts of Heero spontaneously drifted through my mind as I massaged my scalp. I wonder what it would feel like to shower with him...it must be nice to have someone wash your back...or other things... The graphic nature of my daydreams caught me by surprise. Those thoughts had been becoming more and more...adult...as the years had passed. Not that I minded thinking about sex, but that Heero and sex were in the same daydreams unnerved me. It had been so long since we had seen each other; that I was still thinking of him made me rather uncomfortable. I had trained my mind that Heero no longer merited constant thought; but my heart and my body thought otherwise. I frowned, and then rinsed out my hair. Deep breath, focus on conditioning the hair. No thinking of Heero naked with me, in a hot shower, or my bed: candles...roses?petals...handcuffs... My hands stilled in my hair as the telltale tendrils of warmth uncurled in my abdomen. Leaving the conditioner to absorb into my follicles, I reached for the curvy bottle of rose scented body wash. Squeezing a large blob of body wash onto my palm, I ran my hands over my body. I closed my eyes and sat down in the shower; lost in the fantasy....
?I thought I?d find you here,? his deep, sensual voice sends shivers down my spine. The hot water cascades down my body; his presence behind me is overwhelming. I start to turn around, but two strong hands forced me to stay where I am.
?Not yet.? Heero had always been laconic, it had bothered me before but now his directness stirred something deep within me. Hands on my hips brought me out of my reverie. He moved closer and tightened his grip on my body. One hand slid up my back to cup my neck and I leaned into it. Another hand moved to my belly, lightly stroking the sensitive flesh right above my...
BLEEP! BLEEP!
The sound of the vidphone wrenched me from my daydream and I blushed at my lascivious thoughts. My heart cried. No matter how much I wished for him, he wouldn?t be mine. I knew, deep in my soul that nothing would happen between Heero Yuy and myself. Angrily, I rinsed the conditioner from my long hair and the body wash from my body. Turning off the shower I stepped out and grabbed my bathrobe and a towel for my hair. Luckily, the vidphone was still ringing; whoever was calling me certainly was tenacious. I sprinted to my desk and pressed the ?answer? button on the vidphone.
?Hello, Relena Dorlian-Peacecraft speaking,? I rattled off, my eyes trained on the lovely oak of my desktop.
?Relena...? That voice. You?re imagining things, Relena. That?s not Heero Yuy on your vidphone, he doesn?t want anything to do with you, remember?
?Relena?? His voice woke me from my reverie. My eyes snapped up to look at the screen. It was indeed Heero Yuy and Christ he looked good.
?H-Heero, good morning,? I stuttered, my eyes never leaving his. Gone was the lean desperate face of the teenage soldier, it had been replaced with the angular masculine features of manhood. His eyes were the same enrapturing blue, but somehow different. Dark brown hair still fell onto his forehead, shorter but still untamed. Holy shit, he grew into a sex god...
?There?s been a threat. Preventer called me out of retirement, I?ve been assigned to your personal security detail.? Heero?s voice was smooth, no longer monotone but now carefully modulated. I couldn?t see much more of him, just his head and shoulders. And what shoulders...My mind wandered off; an image of myself clutching onto those shoulders in the throes of passion came unbidden to my mind.
?A-a threat? What is it this time?? Try as I might, I couldn?t conceal the weary tone that snuck into my question. These threats had become almost routine, every few years another upstart terrorist group would try to stage a coup. It surprised me, how blas? about them I had become.
?This line is unsecured, I?ll brief you about it when I arrive. I should be there by tomorrow at 2200 hours,? he said evenly, but his eyes were glued to my face. I couldn?t help but wonder if I had some sort of embarrassing growth or something. Self consciously, I lifted my hand to subtly explore the area of my face that had caught his attention so. Oh shit, the toilet-face incident! I could feel the color rising to my cheeks.
?I will be expecting a full report when you arrive, and if you try to keep anything from me regarding this matter I will have my secretary throw water balloons at you with great force,? He smirked, I was mortified. Did I actually say that!? Looks like the mouth to brain filter has yet to start working. Wait a minute; did I just see a smile? I was sure of it; even though we hadn?t seen each other for such a long time I still remembered the nuances of his expressions.
?See you then, Relena. Remember, there is still much that we don?t know about this group, so don?t ditch Duo or Trowa. All right?? His eyes glittered in the morning light and I couldn?t help wondering where he was right at that moment.
?I promise, Heero.? I said, as innocently I could. As much as I enjoyed both Duo and Trowa?s company, being nannied was not my cup of tea.
?If you do, and I?ll know if you do, I will throw water balloons at you myself. Take care.? Heero Yuy smiled, just a small smile before disconnecting.
I sat there, looking at the blank screen, dumbfounded. Had he, The Great Heero Yuy, just make a joke? My head was spinning; this day just kept getting more bizarre by the minute. One second, I?m in the shower touching myself and having indecent thoughts about Heero, and the next second he?s on my vidphone telling me that he would see me in two days! When did the Peacecraft manor become the twilight zone!?
I sighed and walked back into the bathroom to comb out my hair; another day of the same old political bullshit. I tipped my head over and sprayed detangle on my head. It was something I had to do everyday, now that my hair was to my waist. What hairstyle will piss Kandi off the most today?
?Hn.? I said as I ran the comb though my tresses. Today was a meeting with the dreaded Kandi, every time I tried to do something that would irk her. My own little war, you could say. Then I caught my reflection in mirror over the sink.
?Shit!? I muttered, looking at the angry bruise the covered my left cheekbone. I knew I would have a hard time explaining that away. I sighed and braided my hair, two plaits to pin prettily on my head. I manhandled the braid on the right side of my head into a bun and mercilessly pinned it tight. The second one was far easier to do, and once that was finished I looked again at the mirror. I look like a little Dutch girl. I snickered and left the bathroom to get dressed. On my way across the room however, I tripped on the same discarded shoe I had tripped over the night before, and almost landed face first on the floor. This was not my day at all. That call from Heero certainly knocked me for a loop.
I finally made it to the closet and began looking through the innumerable suits and twin sets with coordinating skirts. I sighed Kandi was a fashion Nazi. I sighed and grabbed a long, floaty skirt of the deepest blue. It was one of my favorites; I loved the way it felt to have such delicate fabric swish around my calves as I walked. I grabbed a simple white blouse; it was made in the old style, with princess seams, pretty tucked shoulders and a modestly low neckline. The combination for the skirt and blouse always made me feel like a romance novel heroine, delicate and entrancing. Of course, I knew it didn?t really make me look like that. I picked out my underwear, a matching bra and panty set, courtesy of Kandi. Rummaging through the drawer I found a pair of silk stockings and my garter belt. I smirked, nothing like a little sexy lingerie to wear under conservative work clothes. I wonder what Heero would think if he knew the kind of things I wore under my demure pantsuits and twin sets. Banishing that thought from my mind, I swiftly got dressed and returned to the bathroom.
?Time for the war paint,? I said aloud. After applying the right amount of foundation and concealer, the bruise was invisible. I then applied blush and eye shadow. I had always been very simplistic in my everyday make up; no one really cared if I looked especially attractive. That was the nature of my job, directing focus away from my physical appearance and toward my intellectual prowess. I pulled a face and then carefully applied a light coat of sensual red lipstick. Stepping back to critique my handiwork, I considered my reflection.
The red lipstick didn?t look out of place; surprisingly enough it enhanced my romance novel heroine look. Satisfied that this was as good as I was going to get, I put the lipstick in my purse along with my bottles of pills. I slid on a pair of navy blue kitten heeled Mary Janes and went downstairs
for my breakfast.
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please forgive the crappy formatting, i'm still trying to master that aspect^.^
