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How he had talked her into going, she did not know. Why she had
relented to playing was even more puzzling.
She?d never thought of Heero as a sports fan, but he, apparently on some level, was.
The ?guys? from her security team had set up the day to play football; she hadn?t expected Heero to be interested at all, let alone become so enthralled in it that he outright
expressed full
emotions during the game.
And while she usually enjoyed learning about new aspects of him, this was certainly not, in her opinion, a viable option.
Sitting in the limousine on a towel, drenched and covered in mud, she glowered across the divide at her husband. Oh, the match had all been fun and games? until he tackled her in the mud. She hadn?t even had the ball! She was just standing there, and?!
His eyes averted from her frame abruptly and settled on the window next to him. She thought she saw a smirk hovering at the corner of his mouth, but it was gone now.
Good.
She continued to glare at him. He, too, was covered in mud, courtesy of her own tackle? After they had both changed into their dry and more professional clothes. One thing had led to another, and they ended up rolling around in the dirty substance, but? Well, he could at least pull the mud look off? Yes?
Tilting her head to the side, she admired his body and the way his wet clothes clung to his frame. A well-chiseled chest was hidden behind his blue, button-down and partially see-through shirt. She could make out the defining lines of his tight stomach and the??? slight bulge in his pants??!
Her mouth dropped open as everything suddenly made sense. He hadn?t wanted her to play for her to enjoy the game! He wanted?
?Pervert?? she muttered under her breath.
The smirk returned as he faced her. Relena, in response, turned to look out her own window. Light shadows of water played across her face as rain poured in streaming rivulets against the cold, clear glass. She felt his gaze on her, and she suddenly felt hot.
The more she thought about it, looking out the window, the more she began to think that his actions were somehow? sweet. She frowned at her transparent reflection in the glass at the thought. Drenching her and covering her in mud so he could see the contours of her body was not sweet.
She turned to glare at him, as if to affirm this to herself, but he did not turn away this time. His eyes held naked lust for her, his breathing a bit off through his partly opened and upwardly, gently, curved lips.
Relena felt her face turn red; Heero was normally? well?
restrained. Even in their marriage, he rarely ever showed this sort of passion outside of the bedroom. In fact, she couldn?t remember a time that he had done so anywhere
besides their bedroom.
She didn?t know why, but she found it all extremely appealing.
Seeing her reaction, he bowed his head muttering an apology, and turned his attention back to the window.
Still, she watched him. Her eyes were drawn to his perfectly shaped neck and the way his hair, muddy, sopping wet, and dripping, fell into his eyes. Even the smudges of dirt on his cheek and hands seemed somehow? sexy.
Abruptly, she turned from him and looked back out the window.
?I need to get out of this car,? she said quietly.
Heero chuckled and faced her once again, wordlessly calling her to look at him. ?I am sorry,? he said seriously.
She shook her head, ?Don?t be,? and grinned.
A few minutes later, minutes that dragged on forever in their cabin, they pulled up to the gates. Stopping at the front of the house, they stepped out of the car without any haste and slowly made their way up the steps of the porch as Pagan took the limousine around the back.
As soon as they reached the porch, they came together in a heated kiss. They were both soon leaning against the door for support as their lips molded and meshed together, their tongues clashing in a daring dance of passion and lust.
Relena?s hand snaked around his neck while Heero pulled her closer, their hips flush together. His left hand lifted from her waste and moved towards her breast before she caught his arm and broke the kiss abruptly.
?No,? she gasped, ?Not here.?
?We can?t go to bed like this,? he husked as he reluctantly pulled away and hurriedly dug the keys out of his pocket, inserting it into the lock. The door clicked open as he said, ?We need to?? He stopped short at the gleam in his wife?s eyes.
Relena pressed herself against his body once again and purred into his ear, ?Race you to the bathroom.?
With that, she ran past him, kicking off her shoes in the process. Heero followed after her, mimicking her actions with his own shoes.
Up the stairs they hurried, sliding along the way in their wet socks and leaving a trail of mud and dirty water behind them. He let her stay ahead of him until she reached the bathroom door in their bedroom. With a sudden spurt of speed, he grabbed her by the waist and in one fluid motion, pulled them inside, closed the door behind them, pressed her against said door, and smothered any protest or surprised exclamation with another passionate kiss.
She gripped his onto his shoulders and then peeled the wet jacket off him, dropping it to the tile with a quiet smack. As her fingers, clumsy and slippery, worked at the buttons of his shirt, she said while Heero planted numerous kisses across her cheeks and face, ?I win.?
?Hn,? he grunted, taking her earlobe into his mouth, his breath hot against her neck, ?I let you win.?
?But I still won,? she answered breathlessly.
?Hm,? and he said nothing more before he grabbed the edges of her button-down shirt and pulled them apart, popping the buttons off in scattered directions.
She gasped.
?This suit is ruined, anyway.? He slipped his hands inside the wet fabric that partially hung lose in some places and clung to her body in others. Her skin was cold to his touch as he ran his hands along her curves.
Relena, giving up on his shirt for the time being, attacked his pants, starting with his belt. However, instead of finding the buckle, she found a large glop of mud.
Thoroughly annoyed with her lack of progress, she called to him as rationally as she possibly would with his hands sliding across her stomach and back and his lips at the edge of the cloth of her bra.
?Heero? ? Heero? ? Heero!?
?Hn?? he stopped abruptly and met her gaze.
?I can?t stand this. Let?s just get undressed.?
He nodded his assent and released her.
They stripped quickly, not pausing to take good care of the garments, simply dropping them into one dirty, wet pile.
Once fully divested, Relena wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. They both reveled in the feeling of skin-on-skin contact, his chest pressed against her breasts and his tip resting just on the edge of the crevice her closed thighs created. Keeping one hand on her waist, he reached into the shower and turned the water on. After another moment, he pulled them inside.
Relena yelped in surprise.
?What??
?It?s cold??
He nodded, his own training and history as a soldier not properly gauging how cold it really was. Pinioning her against the wall with his arms resting on either side of her face, he took the brunt of the chili water on his back as he studied her closely. His hair hung in his eyes, clumps of mud still clinging to his bangs and were now falling onto his face as a soft smile appeared on his features.
Dipping his head to assault her neck and collarbone with kisses, he murmured, ?You?re so beautiful.?
Rubbing her hands across his hard, firm chest, she sighed in contentment, but objected to his compliment, ?I?m filthy, Heero.?
?I don?t care.?
She reached for his face and turned him to lift his head at which time she promptly kissed him.
This time, Heero wrapped his arms around her smaller body, pulling them closer together. As the water ran between and across their bodies, the stream at their feet began to fade from its murky, brown color to a clear, clean pool.
Still locked in the kiss, Relena reached past him and grabbed the bottle of body wash. Pouring some into her hand, she placed the bottle back on the ledge, lathered it up, and began to apply it caressingly over his back and shoulders.
In the interest of getting clean, Heero backed away slightly allowing her access to his chest. Still caught up in their frenzied game of kisses, she meandered and traced random patterns along his torso, paying special attention to his nipples. He hummed in her mouth, and she slowly worked her way down.
She toyed with him at his belly button, inching down just slightly towards more sensitive areas when she stopped.
He looked at her barely withholding a glare through his glazed-over gaze.
?Ran out of soap,? she replied sheepishly. She reached around him again, grabbing more body wash. She stared at him coyly for a moment before dropping down and working her way up his still-slightly mud-encrusted calves.
In the meantime, she kissed his stomach in the areas that were free of soap, tracing patterns along the sensitive skin with her tongue. As her hands moves slowly upward, she went for his inner thighs with her mouth, eliciting a groan from him. She was getting closer and closer to him when she finally reached his thighs with her what were now muddy, soapy hands.
Standing up, she rinsed off the dirt in the warm stream. More soap in hand, she finished applying the suds to his body. He then allowed the water to flow over his body and wash the dirt, grime, and bubbles off him.
Switching positions in the water, Heero?s back now to the wall, he took hold of the soap and paid Relena the same courtesies she had shown him, but in a much quicker fashion.
?Antsy, are we?? she murmured at his ear as the last of the soap found its way down the drain at their feet.
She received no response as he engulfed her perfectly round and now clean breast in his mouth. An incoherent word escaped her throat as he copied her earlier motions on his stomach with her tongue on her breasts. He paid attention to both, giving each mound equal attention and drawing them into hard tips.
Taking hold of his still somewhat muddy hair, she pulled his face up to meet hers. Again, they switched positions, Relena now backed against the wall.
?How are we going to do this?? he panted.
Relena lifted one leg up to the side of his waist and Heero took the hint. Grabbing hold of her buttocks, he supported her as she swung the other leg upward and fastened both limbs around his middle. His hands moved to her waist to support her, his forehead resting on her own. He held her tightly as she raised herself off him, and she was falling?
Falling?
Falling? Thud.
Something soft, smooth, and cool landed atop her. The wind slightly knocked out of her, she coughed lightly and rolled on her side.
It was then that she realized that she was not standing, she was not wet, and she was not on Heero.
She was, however, naked.
Opening her eyes in confusion, she found two oceans of persian blue staring at her in slight concern.
?Are you all right?? he asked her. He was bare-chested with a folded-up sheet wrapped around his waist pinched at the back . He was wearing his customary slipper moccasins, as well, which spoke to the fact that he had been up for at least a little while.
Relena sighed and looked lazily at him as she finally remembered, ?I?m okay. I was just dreaming about last night??
A gentle smile fell over his features, and he turned around, heading back for his laptop that was opened on the desk.
She sat up slowly, clutching the comforter that had followed her in her descent from the bed to her chest.
Then on second thought?
She stood up, leaving the blanket where it was, and went to stand right behind Heero who was seated at the desk. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
?Any chance of a repeat performance? Or are you too busy with?? she wrinkled her nose as she found him looking at sport statistics.
He slammed the laptop shut, and stood up, leaving the folded sheet on the chair. Scooping her into his arms, he headed for the bathroom, tripping slightly in is haste to divest himself of the slippers.
She giggled, ?I meant on the bed.?
Heero huffed, ?Who needs a bed? We?ve got a shower.? And he closed the door behind them.
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JN: Okay? So I know that guys don?t normally use shower gel, but a soap bar was really strange. I had to put which hand the bar was in now, and what they were doing with the bar.
And? I put the slipper moccasins thing in there just for you, Ali. I remember you mentioning something somewhere about naked guys in slippers being supremely appealing and adorable. ^^ Hope I met your bar of "allusion to lemon."
