Blinded [Lemon!]

[VioletFairychild]

I haven't posted anything here in AGES, so I figured it's time I contribute. ^_^

This was my 1xR entry for the Church of Lemons fic-a-thon at the Love Reflection ML. It was inspired by the song Blinded, by Third Eye Blind, but it's not a songfic. I think it ends sweetly, but it's very explicit. Enjoy.

Blinded, a fic by Vi

Take the moment of hope
And let it run
And never look back
At all the damage we have done now
To each other

As soon as Heero cut the engine he knew he was making a mistake. Their breakup hadn't been one of tumultuous drama and melodramatics, but it had been pretty strongly implied that he shouldn't be swinging by her apartment anymore. Especially not after being dragged on a three-bar bender the night before, and looking and smelling like something best left in a dumpster. For Heero, though, drinking always led to thinking, and thinking about her had made him feel an unnerving kind of tension, one that wouldn't dissipate with the effects of the alcohol. He just couldn't get her smile and her voice out of his head. They filled his thoughts until he passed out in his bed, and then they invaded his dreams until he woke up, and Heero realized that he needed to see her in the flesh if he was ever going to get any peace.

To hell with it. Heero got out of his car and started towards the entrance to her building, hesitating in front of the huge glass doors. It was 10 am on a Saturday, but weekends didn't have any meaning for polititians; there was a very good chance that she was out for the day, or maybe even out of town for the weekend. Still, she always liked to take Saturday mornings off if she could, so she was probably getting ready to head out soon if she was home. A memory of Relena standing in front of the bathroom mirror clad in only a bra and skirt popped into his head, making his thighs tingle a little as he resumed walking.

He'd opened these doors a hundred times before, but this time was different. This time he was Not Her Boyfriend. Very little had changed-the lobby was still decorated with cheesy paintings in ornate gilded frames, their austere subjects glaring at him accusingly as he waited for the elevator. It was a relief to escape from their gaze when the doors opened. Heero started to punch in his old PIN for penthouse access, then realized that she'd probably deleted his personal code from the safe list. Feeling just a little twinge of guilt he entered the master code for the system he'd helped install, hoping she hadn't had that changed as well.

She hadn't-the elevator gave a soft ping of acceptance, and began it's ascent to the top floor, leaving Heero to watch his reflection fidgeting back at him from the polished brass walls. It was a long way to the top, and he had plenty to think about.

It hadn't been a bad relationship, not in the least. They were both just so...busy. Finding the time to see each other took enormous effort, with feelings of neglect on both sides that had finally come to a head when they hadn't been able to see each other on her birthday. Remembering all the opportunities to be with her that he'd passed up had carried him through several sleepless nights in the last five months. Could have, should have-living without regrets was all fine and good, but losing Relena had blown that philosophy to shreds.

The elevator doors whooshed open, and Heero stepped out into the entryway. The deep plush carpet muffled his footsteps, but his heart pounded in his throat like a jackhammer as he made his way to the door. It was strange and surprising to him, to feel like such an intruder in this place that was so familiar. He had one weak thought that maybe he should knock, and let her come to the door (if she was even home)-but before he could make himself stop, he had turned the knob and found it unlocked.

As soon as he stepped inside the doorway and looked out the windows in the living room, the feeling of guilty intrusion evaporated into something a lot more comforting. Heero felt like he'd come home. It wasn't the apartment, it had nothing to do with the building-it was the sight of her jacket tossed over the back of a chair, and her magazines on the coffee table, and the lipstick mark on the teacup by the lamp. It was the sound of the shower coming from the master bath and knowing that she was close by. She hadn't disappeared from his life altogether; they had mutual friends, and were often at the same political functions, but these little everyday reminders of her existance were sorely missed. He also noticed, with some satisfaction, that there weren't any signs of a new suitor, like flowers or cards. Nothing in the living room that hinted at a masculine presence. That didn't mean she wasn't seeing anyone, of course, but if she was it couldn't be too serious yet. Could it?

He hadn't noticed when the shower stopped, but was quickly alerted to Relena's presence by the high pitched feminine screams off to his right. Blind panic rising in his chest, he turned just in time to see her run shrieking for the panic button and handgun in the small metal cabinet next to the kitchen. Despite the fact that she was clad in nothing but a large towel and some slippers, Heero launched himself across the room and tackled her bodily to the carpet, Relena kicking and clawing him the whole way down.

"Rel-OW! I'm not-OOF!" He managed to pin one of her arms down, but she planted her other palm firmly against his chin and hooked his lower lip with her fingers, effectively cutting off anything else he was trying to say. Finally realizing that her attacker was making no further effort to hurt her, Relena opened her eyes and turned her head to find herself looking into a face she recognized.

Instead of stopping her defense, though, she fought even harder. "Heero, you idiot! What were you thinking?! Get OFF me!" Releasing his jaw from her death grip, she reached up and smacked him soundly upside the head, still kicking.

"Promise you won't hit the panic button."

"I won't hit the panic button! Let me go!" Quickly he rolled off of her, almost taking her towel with him in the process. She pulled it back against her body in a huff and scrambled to her feet. When she made another attempt for the cabinet, Heero grabbed her around the waist, lifting her kicking into the air. One of her slippers flew off and hit the wall.

"You promised not to hit the button!" Gritting his teeth, Heero wondered why he'd ever worried about her being assaulted.

"I didn't say anything about the gun!" By some miracle, her towel stayed on as Heero dropped her to the floor. She glared at him with as much dignity as she could muster, but the contrast of her awkward position and the expression of total outrage was more amusing than threatening. "What in the name of GOD are you doing here?"

He tried not to stare at her legs as he offered his hand. Relena pulled herself to her feet, then crossed her arms and glared some more. Her cheeks were flushed from exertion, and her chest was heaving, and that towel was coming very close to slipping off her body altogether. "I wanted to see you." Naked, preferably, but he'd take what he could get.

"Here's an idea. How about next time you call first, so I can be dressed and not think you're a serial killer." She wrinkled her nose. "You smell like a drunken derelict."

"Sorry. This was a last minute idea." The anger was starting to fade from her face, but her arms stayed crossed. Heero eyed her warily, hoping she wouldn't make another try for the gun. "I don't suppose I could get a cup of coffee?"

"You think I'm going to let you stay long enough to have coffee?" They stared at each other for several long seconds, neither quite sure what to say or do next. Relena was the first to give in, shaking her head as she let her arms fall to her sides. "All I have is instant. Do you still drink it black?" He nodded, and she made for the kitchen, retrieving her lost slipper and giving the metal cabinet one last wistful glance before pushing the door open. Heero followed close behind and tried harder not to stare at her legs.

The teapot hit the stove with a mild clatter, and Relena's slippers made gentle slapping noises against the tiles as she crossed the kitchen to the pantry. The jar of instant coffee was on the top shelf, and when she stood on her tiptoes to grab it Heero took the opportunity to sneak up from behind and retrieve it for her. Relena turned to find herself caught between the pantry shelves and a warm male body, one that smelled very strongly of stale cigarrette smoke and gin. Despite the unpleasant odor, her body still reacted to his, and she felt a warm blush spread across her cheeks. She swallowed thickly. "H-Heero..." Her eyes darted to the side, but his hand rested against the frame of the pantry door, blocking her escape.

"Yes?" His face was inches from hers-if he leaned even a little bit more towards her, he could kiss her.

"You really smell." Using his momentary shock to her advantage, she ducked under his elbow. "You can take a shower, if you'd like. There's extra towels in the bathroom." She busied herself with measuring out the coffee mix to avoid looking at him. "I have to go get dressed."

A smirk that was not quite a smile played on his lips and he nodded. "Thanks. A shower sounds great."

As soon as she heard the kitchen door close behind him, Relena crossed her arms on the countertop and let her head fall into them. Over him. Not really, if the knot in her gut was any indication. Or the goosebumps on her arms. Or the hot blush in her cheeks that refused to die down. But she wasn't going to think about him right this minute, because he was not in the room. He was in her bathroom, taking a shower. Turning on the hot water and letting it run in rivulets over his smooth, tautly muscled body...

Right. Time to put some clothes on.

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The hot water felt like some magic potion as it washed over him, taking away the tightness in his shoulders. Too bad it wasn't taking away the tightness in his gut.

He shouldn't be thinking about sex. It hadn't been his intention to come here and seduce her; truth be told, he wasn't sure what his intentions had been. Did he want another chance? Hell yes he did. Not that she was blameless, but Heero knew he could have done a lot more on his end.

And really, he couldn't deny the fact that the sex had been incredible. Although he really should stop thinking about it before the rest of him remembered...damn, too late.

Heero was just reaching to turn on the cold water full blast, when a sound outside of the shower made him snap back the curtain and he found himself standing in all his erect glory in front of his ex-girlfriend, who was wearing nothing but a bra and a black skirt.

Relena's mouth opened, closed, then opened again. She swallowed, then managed to stutter out a sentence. "I...uh...my blouse...I left it hanging in here." She tried to keep her gaze fixed on his face, but couldn't help following the lines of his body from his jaw, down his neck to the beads of water glistening on his chest, and...lower. Seeing his obvious arousal made her pulse quicken, and she could feel her nipples hardening under the sheer material. Without thinking she sucked her lower lip into her mouth and bit down.

The gesture flipped a switch somewhere in Heero. He reached out and caught her around the wrist, pulling her into the shower, clothes and all. With a gasp she plunged into his embrace, her lips eagerly seeking his, reaching up with her free hand to run her fingers through his hair. He released her wrist and slid his hands over her slick skin, down her back to cup her bottom. The spray of the shower soaked the thin material of her skirt and made it cling to her legs as Heero tried to pull it up around her waist. Satisfied with her skirt out of his way, Heero slid his hands back down her sides, running along the length of her legs before settling back on her rear and lifting her against him. She wrapped her legs around him, letting him coax her lips apart with his tongue, moaning as she felt his erection pressed agianst the thin material of her panties. With small, careful movements, he turned to press her back up against the wall of the shower.

Leaving her mouth, Heero lowered his head to nip gently at her neck. Relena gasped and tipped her head backwards to give him access to more of the sensitive flesh. Moving her head made her back arch slightly, rubbing her breasts against his torso, and he lifted a hand to cup one through the soaked fabric of her bra. She shuddered with pleasure as he flicked his thumb back and forth over the sensitive tip, with a rhythm to match the thrusting of his hips as he strained against the barrier of her underwear.

Finally, Heero could take no more. He ran his hand down her side and around her hips, sliding it between her legs from behind and hooking the crotch of her panties with his fingers to yank them out of his way. One quick thrust and he was inside her, moving with a delicious friction that made her dig her nails into his back. He gave a soft grunt with every push, the tendons on his neck straining with the effort of supporting her body against the tiled wall. Relena ran her hands over his back and arms, feeling his muscles move under his skin before wrapping her own arms around his shoulder to help hold herself up. Her skin felt alive with sensations, every nerve ending firing with the heat of his touch. Water rained down on her in a needle sharp spray, causing goosebumps that flowed across her body like an electric current.

All of a sudden the heat that surrounded them turned icy, and their fluid motions stopped cold. Gasping in shock, they stumbled and tangled out of the tub, falling in an awkward heap before they sprawled on the bathroom floor. Together they lay on their backs on the rug, panting to catch their breath.

Relena was the first to laugh, helpless giggles growing into full fledged guffaws at the drastic change in mood. Despite his annoyance at the sudden interruption, even Heero couldn't help but to chuckle with her. Still giggling, Relena sat up and rose to her feet, her soggy skirt still bunched around her waist. She grabbed a towel off the rack by the tub and shook it out of it's folds with one hand, reaching into the tub with her other hand to turn off the water. Heero got up behind her, reaching around her on either side to take the towel from her hands. As she turned to face him, he wrapped it around her shoulders and used it to pull her towards him, pressing his lips against hers in a tender kiss.

She smiled against his mouth, breaking the kiss but leaving her face close to his. "You know, I have a very nice bed in the next room that's soft and warm and doesn't get cold if we stay in it too long."

"That sounds intriguing. Maybe you should show me this bed." Heero found the zipper on her skirt and coaxed it down, letting the skirt fall to the floor with a plop. Her panties followed close behind.

"I don't know. I'm practically naked already. Are you sure you can make it that far?" In response Heero scooped her up off the floor, the towel flying off her shoulders to land over the wastebasket next to the sink. The door to her bedroom was already cracked open from her unexpected entrance earlier, and Heero pushed though it sideways, being careful not to let Relena's head hit the door frame. A few broad strides and he was at the foot of her bed, which was very large and did indeed look soft.

He half threw, half dropped her onto the comforter, putting just enough into it that she bounced slightly when she hit the cushiony surface. It made her still-covered breasts bounce gently, reminding him that he really should do something about her last remaining garment. Before he could climb onto the bed with her, though, she reached around her back with a mischevious smile and undid the clasps, tossing the bra on the floor with a flourish. Heero didn't climb onto the bed so much as pounce. Pushing her shoulders down to make her lie flat on the mattress, his mouth found a taut nipple, and she gasped in pleasure as he sucked it into his mouth. His tongue teased and licked and flicked as she arched her back and begged for more.

As he inflicted pleasure on her breasts with his eager mouth, his hand trailed up her inner thigh to stroke the slick folds between her legs. He slid first one, then another finger inside her, using his thumb to massage the sensitive nub of flesh at her center. Writhing with desire, Relena dug her fingers into his back, urging him upwards, until finally he complied.

This time their joining was less frantic, the rhythm of their bodies slower and less demanding, but more intense. Heero took the time to stroke her skin with his fingertips, touched his forehead to hers and felt her breath mingle with his. His body still remembered how to please her, and he didn't focus on his own fulfillment until he felt her come, arching her back and moaning his name as she tightened around him. Then he let himself go, quickening his pace until he reached his peak in a glorious release.

He stayed inside her for a long time after they finished, just enjoying the feel of her bare skin against his. Reality had seeped into his vague euphoria soon after his climax, and he knew this might be his last chance to hold her like this, to inhabit this warm bliss with her. His weight was too heavy for her, though, and soon she nudged him to the side, rolling to let him spoon her from behind. Heero pulled her hair aside and kissed the hollow between her shoulders.

"That was nice." Her voice was cautious, but not distant, and Heero felt a glimmer of hope.

"It was nice. Maybe we should do it more often." Too forward, she was sure to kick him out.

"We can, but it'll cost you." She turned so that they were nose to nose.

"That sounds fair. We could start with dinner tonight." The tiny freckles on her nose were enchanting.

"Tonight, and maybe again next weekend. I can't have you thinking I'm easy."

"Of course not." He cupped her face in his hand, caressing her cheek with his thumb. "A girl like you is worth everything I've got."

"Does this mean...you want to try again?"

He nodded. "Again. And again. As many times as we have to until we get it right."

She smiled, a beautiful warm smile that lit up her face, and Heero knew coming to see her had been the best mistake he'd ever made in his life.

[perfectpeach]

aaawww...that was sooo sweet. and hot. very hot!
I'll never look at the shower in the same way again.....*eyes shower*O_o

[teardropdangel]

That was a wonderful mix of eroticism and sweetness. I loved it!

[Wingnut]

"Promise you won't hit the panic button."

"I won't hit the panic button! Let me go!" Quickly he rolled off of her, almost taking her towel with him in the process. She pulled it back against her body in a huff and scrambled to her feet. When she made another attempt for the cabinet, Heero grabbed her around the waist, lifting her kicking into the air. One of her slippers flew off and hit the wall.

"You promised not to hit the button!" Gritting his teeth, Heero wondered why he'd ever worried about her being assaulted.

"I didn't say anything about the gun!"

'Why bother calling for help? I'll just shoot him myself!'

Haveing the water run cold was definately a mood killer. Although haveing them break out laughing was a nice result to that situation.

This just shows again that the relationship between those two definately takes a lot of work to make it happen.

[Assassin_chiq]

That was amazing! I love it how Heero smelt like garbage... lol that's kinda off track but it was funny... But I loved it because it was sweet, and loving but erotic and hot at the same time ... Anyway I know this is gonna sound weird, and well it is but I was wondering how you guys got your Avatars so big... I mean mine, if I'm like .0001 pixel over it like snaps at me... (so what if computers can't snap... well technically...) anyway... yeah I know this is a weird place to put that question, but I didn't know if there was like a message board... Anyway... loved the fic! I'll be looking for more!

[LilTrix]

I liked! Heero seemed abit more relaxed and open in this fic. Very sexy and very sweet

[Raspberry]

Awwww,,,,

Sweet, sexay and wonderful!

Great job!

[VioletFairychild]

I was wondering how you guys got your Avatars so big...

I'm not totally sure, but I think it's because the large avatars are linked from offsite (like, they've been uploaded to photobucket.com and linked to from there). Just for future reference, if you have questions about the site or are having problems with any of the features, you can post in the Administration forum.

Thanks so much for reading! I really appreciate all the lovely replies. ^_^

[Assassin_chiq]

Thanks! I have read most... not quiet all of your stories! They are amazing! I hope I can write as well as you and the others in these forums! Thanks again! Till next time

[lilac310]

no words...I just love this fic...it's amazing!!!