Fallen Angels Chapter 5, warning-lemon

[Egg Drop Soup]

‘ Thinking ’
“ Speaking ”
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Flash backs or dream sequences
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Description: a QWxRP fic
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing. I do however own this story line. I put a slight scene from the Manga Version of Kare Kano and Marmalade Boy in there. So I don’t exactly own those parts. But I do own the way I worded them so brilliantly, and please don’t copy my ideas, I worked so hard, for if I catch another story with that same stuff as mine, I’ll go on a rampage!!! Feel my WRATH! LOL.
I couldn’t resist the way I ended this story!!!! It’s just too cute! *Is proud of herself*

Special warning: This chapter contains a Lemon…so…if you are too young to read a lemon…don’t read…if asked nicely, I’ll give you a censored version of the story by email.


Fallen Angels
By: Egg Drop Soup


Chapter 5….


Relena stepped out into the cool breeze. It stirred around her ankles and ruffled the fabric of her skirt. Dorothy had been right when she gave her the advice of changing into a casual pair of clothes before going out.

“Quatre,” She shivered as another gust blew at her forcefully pushing her toward him.

He lifted his head up from the cradling depths of his hands and stared at her diligently. “Relena…”

Relena walked slowly toward him. Every step carefully planted as she pulled out all the courage she had to be able to face him. She finally stopped in front of him. “Why are you out here, Quatre?” Her delicate fingers came up to push back the strand of golden hair that frolicked with the wind, behind her ear. “Its getting cold lets go inside.”

Quatre looked up at her, he smiled kindly. “I just want to be alone for a while.” He let his eyes close; afraid of letting her see the tears that had begun to well up.

“Come on Quatre,” Relena pulled on his arm as the wind blew forth another gust, much colder than it had been before. “It’s really cold out now and it doesn’t seem like the wind will die down anytime soon.”

“Yeah…” Quatre opened his eyes and looked up at her. “Could you warm me up?”

She stared at him, her body tensed at the question unable to reply in answer. He pulled her to him, placing his head on her chest and his arms clung, wrapped around her tiny frame. “Relena…I was so afraid! Afraid I’d loose you!”

Relena felt her eyes widen at his sudden conviction and she slowly raised her arms to hold him, just as tightly as he held her. She leaned her head on his shoulder and released the fears she had had when she was just as lost and alone as he was now.

She had never felt the need to comfort someone as much as Quatre. She felt a fear that he would disappear and she gripped his shoulders tighter as she chocked out a sob.

***

“I was always afraid of you not accepting me, that’s why I didn’t tell you my true feelings until now.” Quatre began as he picked up his discarded coat. “I wanted to be loved so badly that when it came to loving someone, I wasn’t sure how to express it.” He looked at her. “You helped me deal with my lack of emotions, the ones I did keep locked up inside And even though I know you don’t feel the same for me, I won’t stop loving you.”

That’s not true.” Relena yelled so as not to be drowned out by the howling wind. “I’ve always loved you, I just didn’t know what I felt until now.” She took his hands and held them. “I never had someone who returned my love, until, you showed it to me. You loved me unconditioningly and that is why the only one I truly love is you.”

He brought a hand to her face and traced the outline of her lips gently with his fingers. “You’re lips…they’re cold.” He then placed his coat on her shoulders. The scent from his jacket, enclosed around her, making her feel even more dizzy and lightheaded. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kept you out here for so long….”

His hand moved slowly to her cheek and he lowered his head closer to hers. Her faint breathing on his neck sent shivers up his spine. He leaned in even further lightly brushing his lips against hers.

Relena felt a stirring emotion within her as she also moved closer, pressing her lips firmly against his own. Quatre felt the emotions of love and lust take hold as he pulled her closer to him. She gasped at his sudden action giving him the perfect opportunity to plunge his tongue into those parted lips.

She startled him by welcoming it with her own. And the their tongues soon began a raging battle, dueling with a passion as each drank their full of the drunkenness that they had so long awaited.

Quatre’s hands were first to begin their traveling and Relena’s shaky ones began a journey of their own. Unknown to them, Dorothy peered out from behind the curtains of a nearby window. She smiled and gave a faint Goodbye. Relena and Quatre had both found happiness…now it was her turn…

Dorothy reached inside one of the pockets of her jeans and pulled out a small piece of paper. She sighed happily as she gazed at the number written from a bold point pen longingly, her slender fingers were already at the phone and they began to dial the number hastily…she was going to call him. Almost two days was enough time to wait, right?

Dorothy felt her heart catch in her throat when the ringing was ceased with someone picking up the receiver. “Hello?” His voice was music to her ears and she felt a slight blush graze her cheeks.

“Um…yes…hello…this is Dorothy…I was thinking…dinner with you some time doesn’t sound all that bad…that is…if your offer is still open for bids, Trowa?”

Trowa let out a chuckle. “Of course its still open, I was just going to call you and see if you were still interested.”

Dorothy felt a smile light her face. Yes, she was moving forward, they all were, for the better.

***

After their little rendezvous in the Peacecraft mansion’s grounds, they had tried to sneak back in. But the watchful eyes of Doctor Sally easily sought them out.

“Look at you two.” She grabbed both Quatre and Relena by the arm and spun them off to the office Relena had let her borrow during their stay at her mansion. “Relena, you’re clothes are far to light for the weather at the moment and Quatre, how could you have let her stay out that long.”

Their sniffles were the only answers she let them at least make as she practically thrust thermometers in their mouths and called Noin, who had been worried sick, to prepare some hot beverages. “I can promise you two that you’ll be feeling really awful tomorrow.” Sally said sardonically but her voice quickly changed back into that of warmth. “But I’m just happy that nothing out there seemed to make anyone critically sick.”

Relena felt a feeling of guilt cling to her. “Sally, Noin, I’m sorry I worried you. I promise to take better care of myself from now on. I know you all care for me and thus I care for all of you, I am not able to grant wishes at whim, I am still a child in a way. Until I am able to do more to make my friends happy, I will care for my own well being, because, being safe is the only thing I can do to make you all happy.”

Sally smiled and fiercely hugged the young woman. “Relena, that’s all you have had to do in the beginning, and that’s the only thing I ever want you to do.” Sally then smiled at Noin’s approaching figure, stepping through the door. “Look, Noin’s got the drinks. Ok you two. You each get a cup and go straight to bed, ya hear?”

“Ok…” Relena chuckled slightly as Quatre smiled in understanding.

They proceeded up the stairs slowly, each feeling a lightheadedness that often accompanies fatigue. Relena’s room was the first door on the right and she welcomed the bed eagerly.

Before she put a hand on the doorknob Quatre pulled lightly at her arm. She turned around and looked up at him. “Goodnight…” it was a whisper, but even in that whisper you could hear the scruff emotion that the words held. She smiled warmly. “Goodnight…”

He kissed her. It was a brief and fast kiss and she wished that his lips had lingered upon hers a little bit longer.

Embarrassed, he moved to turn away, but Relena reached out and tugged at his sleeves. He turned back around, to face her. (AN: They’ve been doing that a lot lately, LOL) Her eyes carried warmth he had never seen them possess before. She raised herself slowly on her toes and lightly returned his speedy gesture.

Quatre felt a tightening in his stomach, and soon felt his defenses, and consciousness of what was going on, leave him. He let himself free to the passions he desired. His lips devouring her own and his hands searched her boundaries, as well as hers did his.

Relena broke the contact as she gasped for air. She looked up at him, pleadingly. This silent suggestion almost made Quatre loose his control. Had it not been for his being a gentleman, he would have kicked open the door and thrown her in the room.

But Quatre was never one to force his feelings on another.

“Relena…we don’t-

A look of panic engulfed her and the hurt and disappointment almost made him definitely want to just throw her in there and get on with it. (AN: But of course Quatre is a gentleman, so he didn’t do that.)

He took her hand in his own and raised them to his lips. “Is this what you really want?”

Relena felt a blush cross her face as she let out a shy, “Yes…”

Quatre’s gaze softened and he pulled her closer to him, using his free hand to slowly turn the knob of the bedroom door. He pushed her in the room, all the while never taking her out of his embrace. The door hastily closed behind them, rattling from the abrupt force that pushed it shut.

Heated kisses and chaste movements shifted their entangled bodies slowly but surely onto the bed. Their tongues danced among the parted lips, each ignoring the need of air in their lungs. But logic, once again, decided to bring a damper to things and Relena was soon reminded that she NEEDED air.

She broke apart from him, her mouth exhaling and inhaling in rasping gasps. His lips had a new thirst now, and traveled down past her jaw to her neck. In-between her sharp intakes of breath he nibbled lightly on the exposed traces of her collarbone from the low button up shirt.

The material that blocked him from the creamy skin was annoyance and he steadily began to work his fingers with their trial of unbuttoning buttons as he placed his mouth along the crook of her neck biting and sucking lightly on the vulnerable tendons.

Having unbuttoned the last of the shirt, he slowly slid it past her shoulders, off her arms, and down her back, and carelessly tossed it on the floor. His mouth made its way to her shoulders and nipped at the sensitive skin as she gave a startled gasp and a few contented sighs.

Quatre fingered the clasp of her bra lightly, causing Relena to shutter in anticipation. She let out a frustrated noise to his teasing and he quickly put his lips to hers in sudden gesture of amusement. To her glee, he unclasped it and dove directly into the newly exposed flesh.

He left no curve of her amble breasts untouched. His teeth teased and pleased them causing her to let out a muffled cry of pleasure. He breathed lightly on the wet flesh and she shivered beneath him. It wasn’t the sudden feel of cold that made her shiver; it was the heat that she felt whenever he touched her. Fire and Ice seemed to rage throughout her body and she tossed her head in ecstasy, losing herself to the attentions Quatre was giving her. She ran her hands through his hair, the soft platinum strands giving way to her delicate fingers.

Relena decided that she two should contribute a little. She moved her hands to his shirt and undid the loosened tie, along with the white long sleeved button up shirt. She ran her fingers over his chest. Feeling the taunt muscles that he had obtained from his piloting days.

She began her own roads, paving them with her fingers and hands over his torso. She felt the chest muscles tense under her touch and she smiled, knowing that he felt the same raging emotions; she had felt, almost breaking loose from his control.

She felt a twinge of intrigue when he overtook her lips again, kissing them with a greater force, a much more heated passion. But her hands didn’t cease their movement. And she broke away from him in fits of laughter.

She was greatly enjoying this.

Quatre raised an eyebrow and looked at her weirdly, if that’s how she wanted it…

Two could play at that game.

He slowly slid his hand up her thigh, memorizing the length of the vulnerable flesh inside the polyester plaid skirt. This stopped her giggling.

She felt a sudden longing echo deep within her, as she ran her hands down past his shoulders and unto his back, clinging to him, all the while moving her hips against the fingers that tickled them. She grew impatient with his fondling, but found herself silently encouraging him to explore them further, losing more and more of what little control she, herself, had.

She moved her hands from his lower back, down to the sides of his waist. She shakily began to undo the belt and zipper of his pants, until he stopped her by jerking his head up to look into her eyes tenderly.

She returned his gaze with her own warm, reassuring eyes; telling him that she wanted this. He made no movement to stop her, but instead kissed her softly as she removed his pants.

His fingers were still on her thighs and he slowly moved them upward to the buttons that held her skirt tight to her waist. He slowly dragged the skirt down past her legs, taking his time to admire every inch of the flesh that his hands had blindly roamed before.

The skirt soon joined the other articles of clothing, a few feet away from the bed. Quatre played with the lace straps of her underwear, all the while kissing her stomach. He was memorizing every curve, every trace of muscle, and every bit of the ticklish or sensitive flesh that formed her. She was his, everything of hers, his, the flesh he had so often wanted to touch, mold his hands with and fondle were no longer out of his reach.

Her body wriggled beneath his, her hands tracing the shapes of his muscles and strong arms. She glanced down at him, with eyes full of impatience, as she let out a yearning moan when his fingers slowly brushed past her inner thigh.

Her cry of desperation and longing awoke a type of masculine satisfactory, that Quatre never had felt before with any other woman. He raised his body up closer to hers, looking directly into her eyes. His hands removed the last of their material barriers and he gazed momentarily at her naked form below him.

She was blushing; her fast intakes of breath made her chest rise and fall, all the more inviting him to claim them just once more. Her hair fanned out all around her, and the honey blond strands shined with moonlight, that seeped in through the cracks of the curtains.

Her lips were bruised from his heated kisses and he could now easily see the traces left from his suckling on her neck, jaw, and collarbone. More marks lined her shoulders, breasts, and thighs and he suddenly found himself lost in thought while gazing at her.

She giggled at him, breaking his trance. He raised a finger to her lips to quiet them and took his position between her legs.

He slid into her slowly.

A sudden pain made her body stiffen up against him as she felt her virgin walls fall. She let a cry escape her parted, gasping lips, but they were silenced when his mouth slipped into hers.

He held her tighter against him as he thrust yet another time, all the while claiming the arch of her neck with his mouth. The pain that she had felt before was slowly beginning to fade and she steadily moved her hips upward to drive him deeper, her way of urging him to continue.

The pressure on her lower muscles were unfamiliar, and as he drove into her again, this time with more easiness, she learned to somehow work the muscles that now began to contract in order to obey her.

The movements of their hips and other body parts, were at first, awkward for both of them. They steadily found a rhythm as her shaky hips continued their dance, her shaky hips began to meet with his thrusts more earnestly and she lost herself to the movements of their entangled bodies.

The heavy breathing from her gasping mouth rang in his ears, driving him faster and deeper into her than before. She cried out his name as her body shuttered against his and she let herself be taken over by the light.

A younger version of Relena sat in an desolate open field. The girl wore a bright pink sundress; a straw hat clung to the crown of her head. Her bare feet tapping lightly in tune with the song she hummed, all the while allowing the trails of grass to cushion her relaxed sitting form.

She sighed, contented in the solitude of the warm sunny day. The sun shone down warmly on her slender shoulders and the cool breeze played with her hair and ruffled the seams of her sundress. But the breeze, wanting to play, grew impatient and blew the hat off her head.

“Oh no!” She cried. She ran after it, the wind dragging it farther and farther away.

The wind had blown it too far from her reach, it was gone, and she could feel the taunting gusts of wind blow against her urging her to still make haste and run after it, but it would be a foolish quest, for she would never catch it.

She let out a sad sigh; and just as she turned around to go back the way she came, someone called out to her.

“Oy!” A small boy with platinum blonde hair waved at her franticly with his right hand, his other hand holding the straw hat.

He smiled warmly at her as they both ran toward each other through the field of flowers. He slowly planted the hat atop her head. She returned his smile thankfully and took his hand in hers. She raised herself high on tiptoe, for he was much taller than she, and pressed her lips gently against his cheek. The boy’s face grew red with embarrassment and he looked at her in awe.

She stood there, the wind once again rustling her sundress and playing with the strands of her hair. He raised a hand up to tuck the loose strand that beckoned to him, back behind her ear. They stood like that, the two children never releasing the hold of each other’s hands.


**Things Never Truly End**

AN: I don’t know if I should end the story here, should I write a few more chapters for this story, or should I write another series based off this one…or is this story even worth writing about anymore? Well, I need the reader’s comments…so please read and review. And please remember that Egg Drop Soup suffers from bruising easily. *Holds up arm practically covered in band-aids. * I’ve lived a hard life…LOL.

Love,
Egg Drop Soup