The Moon Was Lost (CoL Entry, Lemon, NC-17)
Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 3:56 pm
So I made a gypsy!lemon. Relena's a gypsy, Heero's a police inspector in the mid-1800s. It's a lemon. 'Nuff said.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.
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The Moon Was Lost
By Gundam Girl
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Rural France, 1849
The summer night was humid, burning with just a thin blanket of moisture overlaying all of it. The forest, with its towering pines that looked like black towers in the darkness, would presumably be cooler than the village the horse-riding inspector had just come from. However, Heero Yuy was fairly certain that the brown of the dirt floor and the green grasses were warmer than any cooking fire there might have been in one of the tiny stone village houses.
His path was familiar, and he led his horse steadily through the thick brush. The only thing slowing him was the fact he had never taken the route after dusk before, but even that did not hinder him much. Heero Yuy had an assignment, and a regular one. He took his job as seriously as a soldier took his mission. A French police inspector could do nothing else, and though he was young, he was quite good at what he did.
His current, ongoing assignment that had lasted almost half a year now was keeping his eye on a group of gypsies that were making their home in the forest outside his designated village of Sanq. So far, the bunch of outcasts had done nothing to harm anyone; no stealing, no murder. Sometimes they came in small groups as little bands of entertainers. They played music, performed minor magic, danced, and did a few palm readings but so far the villagers had nothing to complain about and neither did Heero. However, upon their arrival, Heero had agreed with their leader, the long-haired Milliardo that he would meet with him once a week to discuss the ideas of how the gypsies intended to make their living. Milliardo had predicted at the beginning that they wouldn?t stay in the area for even a year; crowds got bored from them after too long. Heero knew the time would come when they would pack up their ragged caravan and leave, but until then Heero would keep his working eye on them.
And so he was now making his way on a dark horse through the trees and the tall grass for his weekly visit to Milliardo?s camp. They were a lively group, he recalled, but they were responsible with their freedom. Heero had to appreciate that, even if he did disapprove of their way of life.
He neared the camp, and even at a quarter-mile away he could hear the raucous enjoyment that the Sanq gypsies were known for indulging in. Heero tethered his horse to a low tree branch and walked the rest of the way. Dew on the grass wet his boots.
He took quick steps and soon the glow from the camp was visible through the thick clumps of trees. Heero?s eyes were narrowed as he approached. He was careful not to make much sound. Despite their responsibility, this group of forest-dwellers was known for their quick suspicion and rash action. He didn?t want to do anything that might suggest him as an enemy.
Although, to them, I most likely am, mused the inspector. He crept closer and hid behind a tree at the edge of the clearing where the camp. There were as many as seven trailers, wooden with large red wheels. Strings of beads and cages holding small, colorful birds hung from them. Though the mobile houses were cramped in the clearing, there was a space between two of them for Heero to see an enormous fire as tall as two men on top of the other. A dance took place around it. Heero understood this was a nightly ritual for the group and would not interrupt until this dance ended. He was disliked enough for his profession, he would not be rude as well.
The music that reached his ears was lively but not so fast that it might remind one of a jig. It was reminiscent of a Spanish tango, but more feverish. No one played like the French.
From his vantage point, there was small band of players to the far right of the fire. A fair blond gypsy in brown trousers and a loose indigo vest that left him otherwise shirtless played a violin. His bow-bearing arm moved at a rapid pace, and drops of sweat dotted his heavily focused brow. Beside him was a tall, slim flutist with calm eyes and quick finger movements. Sitting on a low stool between them was a young woman, blond like the violinist, with glimmering silver eyes. Her steady hands beat a trembling tambourine.
They were a handsome trio with much talent, and a number of people surrounded the fire, moving joyously to their music. The fastest dancers were a dark-haired couple. A man with a long braid and a mischievous grin intimately gripped a petite woman with short, raven hair that curled in her happy, fairy-like face. Their laughter was the loudest and rose throughout the clearing.
Heero almost decided that interrupting them might not be so rude ? indeed, they might even thank him for putting an end to the braided gypsy?s annoying, barking chuckles?
Then from seemingly nowhere, she appeared. She may has well have been an unnoticed brush of warm wind that materialized from the throngs of dancers to the front, directly between the blaze and Heero?s eyes.
She was young, but no more so than he. Her hair, golden in the firelight, was long, thick, and twisted into spiraling curls at her waist. It swooshed with the folds of the deep crimson dress she wore. The bodice was tight against an ample bosom, then flared at narrow hips. Many layers of petticoats in various colors hid what Heero was sure were long, shapely legs. The glow of the night and the heat that came with it, combined with the fire, dampened her skin, and her bare shoulders and arms gleamed as her loose hair and ribbons tied into it caressed her flesh.
The inspector knew who he was. He had even been aware of her for several months, since the nomadic group she traveled with had entered his jurisdiction. She was the sister of the group?s leader, Milliardo, and the few times Heero had seen her she?d been quiet, even withdrawn. Her clothes had been plainer and modest. He had barely noticed her. He didn?t even know her name.
Had it a voice, his gaze would have protested when his vision of her was obscured by the tall flutist that now joined her. His back was to Heero, hiding her, although he kept catching glimpses of her skirts. One arm, pale and slim, snaked over the back of the flutist, and a leg wrapped around his waist. The flutist turned then, and Heero saw she was hanging off of the flutist?s body, her head thrown back with her back arched downward and away from her partner, breasts pert and upward. Her eyes with closed and her pink mouth was smiling. Heero thought she might be laughing, but the sound was lost to the chatter and music and night. The flutist spoke, his eyes sparkling, and the flash of a gold anklet burst as she lowered her bare foot the ground again.
The music heightened to a mad frenzy, and the flutist grabbed her hand, twirled her three times at a whipping pace until at last he and the rest of the men together took their partners by the waists, turned them in the same direction and, at once, threw them down to the forest floor with the last passionate, furious note of the song. A pleased applause rose in the camp.
?Hey! What do you think you?re doing there?!?
Heero?s attention was ripped away from the tempting pool of dress and woman when the post of something sharp pricked him in the arm just above his elbow. He turned swiftly to the offender, a dark look on his face.
This dark gypsy had a scowl as fierce as his own and less subdued. Heero knew him to be called Wufei. Wufei also knew who Heero was, and the guard lowered the crossbow in his hands, if somewhat reluctantly.
?So it?s just you,? Wufei growled. There was a touch of disappointment in his voice. ?Rather late for a social call, Inspector.?
Heero used his usual answer. ?It can?t be helped.?
?Come on then.? Wufei walked off without looking to see if the official would follow him. Heero kept up well.
There was a slight commotion as he entered the camp. Small children that had been nearly sleeping in their mothers arms were now wide away and watchful of him. Theirs weren?t the only curious eyes that followed his movements. A golden head rose from its place in the grass near the flare of embers as crystalline violet-blue eyes turned up to the newcomer. Recognition filled the twin orbs, closely followed by something else, but Heero?s attention was on Wufei.
Heero?s eyes hardened. ?He knows my visits are weekly.?
?Aye, but his wife?s childbirth hardly is now, is it?? retorted Wufei. A smug upturn of lips came to his face at Heero?s silence. ?He had to take her to a midwife living in another village.?
Heero reached for another course of action. ?Surely he left someone to see me in his place.?
?Of course he did. Had he not, you?d be stumbling back to your horse with a bloody arm by now.? Wufei turned away from Heero and called in the direction of the fire.
?Relena! Inspector Yuy.?
Heero shifted his eyes to the mass of embers just in time to see the red-clad woman lift herself from the ground. Her back arched as she stood, then she straightened slowly, her grace natural. She spoke momentarily to her flute-playing dance partner, using words that didn?t reach Heero?s ears.
Then her head turned an inch, and their eyes met. It was blue on blue and the effect was like a threatening storm over a churning sea. But then it was gone as she stepped away from the fire and the shadows of the evening shielded her eyes from him.
?Merci,? she told Wufei in thanks. ?I will speak to Monsieur the Inspector alone.? Her voice was like a musical instrument. Not the flute, Heero decided with an unconsciously dark stare at the tall man still standing by the fire, but something deeper and more passionate. Maybe the violin. No matter which, Heero found himself captivated.
She, the woman named Relena, took in her hand a lantern and looked over her shoulder at him. It took Heero a handful of seconds to understand that he was to follow her. His feet might have moved clumsily if he was any less of a professional.
Relena led him away from the camp and into the forest opposite the way he had come. It was so dark that the lantern was little more than a bobbing light near the curve of her hip. Heero found himself studying the length of her gait to determine exactly how long her legs really were; he stayed close to her but kept a decent distance as well. They did not speak.
At last, when they had been walking an estimation of twenty or so minutes, they reached a small clearing about the length of one of the trailers that belonged to Relena?s group. Whether she knew the place previously, they came upon it by chance, or she used some of her gypsy enchantment, moonlight flooded the circle they stood in, and her face would have been almost completely visible without the help of the lantern.
?We can talk here. What could you want to know?? she asked, one eyebrow raised in both scrutiny and curiosity. ?I?m afraid my brother was in a hurry when he appointed me to see you in his place. Luchrezia was in pain, and there was no time for him to prepare me for this meeting.?
Heero had been given no time either. Just seeing her skin in the combined glow of the moon and the tiny fire in the lantern gave him a thrill that burst into small embers in his gut. The exposed skin over her shoulders and the curve of her bosom looked as soft as the satin she wore, and the urge to touch, to feel drove him quietly crazy. ?Your plans,? he managed to say.
Something flickered in Relena?s eyes. ?My plans??
?How you gypsies plan to earn your money this week.? He hadn?t intended to say you gypsies and he especially had not meant to say it as harshly as it came out. But Relena obviously took offense to his tone and words, for her trim eyebrows lowered over suddenly distrustful eyes.
She took a few steps closer to him, away from the lantern she had set down, coming closer into the dim of the night and invading his space. She didn?t seem to give much thought to personal boundaries ? that had been made clear by the earlier dance she?d shared with the tall flutist. Heero disliked how his thoughts kept returning to the closeness and the apparent intimacy the two had shared. Something like jealousy but was most certainly not jealousy flooded his brain.
Her voice cut through his cluttered thoughts. ?Monsieur, we live the same way you do ? as we can. We may not be model Christians, but we are not bandits or knaves or anything else the town folk call us from the safety of their sturdy, unmoving houses.?
She was right. Heero had not considered before that there might be anything unconditionally pure about the travelers he was forced to keep track of, but the light in this woman?s eyes and the tenor of her voice signaled unrivaled honor.
And that made him feel all the madder for her.
Wordlessly, he grabbed her wrists. He felt the muscles in her arms contract as she reflexively jerked, but he only pulled her to him until they were body to body. Her long, luscious fell forward over her shoulders and brushed over his neck where his collar didn?t cover the skin. His hands went up from the slim delicate wrists, to the elbows, to the shoulders. Her skin was satin, was silk, but here and there he felt small, white scars from her life in the woods. Fascinated, he pushed her hair out of the way and lowered his mouth to one round shoulder. He heard her gasp and felt one of her hands pressed against his upper back. The back of his mind waited for a protest, a scream, anything?but nothing came. Relena was silent but for the sudden speeding of her breath.
He passed his lips to the place where her shoulder met her neck, took some of the skin into his mouth. Her breasts nearly flattened against his chest with her inhalation, and he felt her shudder. He dug his fingers into her
hips as one of he hands threaded into his hair. He felt a tremor go through him in turn. But he positively quivered when she gently tugged his head up and seized his lips with hers in a way that was wild and drugging.
This wasn?t like him. It was the feeble thought that entered his mind just before she kissed him. Heero Yuy, or Monsieur the Inspector, did not take women without long knowing them, and certainly not in the woods in the dead of night like a common heathen. But when his lips met with Relena?s, any thoughts of who he was or what he was like simply flew off of him as though blown away by swift winds.
His hands ran up her back to her shoulders and the curve of her neck. Their tongues met and dueled in fierce, unknown passion. Physical desire and instant attraction burned through him, making him surprisingly alert of nothing but her body, her scent, her touch. She tugged away from his lips with a moist sound and closed her mouth over his neck, just below his ear. A primal sound ripped from his throat and vibrated beneath her teasing lips and his hands dove down to grab her rear and press her hips close to his.
There were many skirts separating her from him but even through them, Heero felt her heat. Driven as her hot, wet tongue slid over the delicate flesh of his ear, he growled and pulled her back with him as he leaned against a tree. The bark was rough and scored him even through his jacket.
Jacket. Clothes. He still had clothes on. So did she. Though not impressive, it was the only thought Heero had at the moment, and a swift tug on her bodice brought the tight garment down to her wait, and a hand went instantly to one of the pale, unmarred breasts that spilled out. He heard Relena gasp and felt her hands jump on his shoulders, but she held fast again, and he quickly used both arms to lift her from the ground and hold her against him. His own mouth, swollen from their earlier sequence of kisses, eagerly latched onto one of the pert nipples and a hearty moan poured straight from Relena?s chest. His heartbeat raced at the sound as he turned his attention to the other breast. She arched away from him, giving him better access, and then he was running lips, tongue, and teeth over any inch of beautiful skin he could reach. Soon she was hardly breathing at all, managing only quick gasps.
Heero swallowed as he rose his head again. Relena would not let him have complete control, and, clinging tigher to him so she wouldn?t fall, she shoved off his heavy jacket and began undoing the first few buttons of his uniform shirt. She tugged the hem up and managed to get the whole thing parted. Shoving the material off his shoulders, she spread slick and unsteady hands over his chest. He hissed in response to her fingernails scratching against his abdomen, and his grip on her loosened.
Relena easily landed on her feet but didn?t stay still long enough for Heero to wrap her arms around her again. Her hands when to the buckle of his belt and, with only a little difficulty, managed to loosen it and unbutton his pants. When she fell to her knees, Heero thought he would die.
Her fingers slowed when she touched him, and she seemed to marvel at the hardness in his hands. She glanced up at him, and there eyes met for a fraction of a second before she turned her head downward and took him into her mouth.
Heat blazed through him like a wildfire, and his hands dug into her hair, instinctively guiding her. But she was magic on him, and anything she did felt better than he?d thought anything could ever feel. Relena?s hair shone like silver in the light of the moon above them, and Heero tightened against her. Before it became too much, he gripped her upper arms and dragged her against him once more. At the same time, he took fistfuls of her skirts and bunched them all together in the back, pinning them between her body and the tree as he pinned her to the wood as well. He was fast, and wasted no time in pressing his large hand to the source of her heat, and she cried out as he pressed one finger, then two inside of her, in and out in a crude mockery of what was to come next.
She cried out to God and other beings he didn?t know of, and her hands scored lines into his back, but he absorbed every feeling with a need like the one for water, but this was different. This wasn?t just need but also want. Heero Yuy had never been so free in his actions, and he felt an ultimate desire to see the face and hear the voice before him react with the same want and need.
At last, she forced her eyes open and looked straight into his. ?Please,? she pleaded, her voice cracking.
It was all Heero needed, and in what was almost one lucid action, he seized her by the hips once more and entered her like a barbarian, all madness and little care.
The gypsy nearly screamed with each wild thrust, her legs locking behind his thigh and her head thrashing back and forth against the rough bark of the tree. The stars above them numbered in the millions, the moon a bright orb that was hardly unnoticeable, but the pair saw none of it. Their eyes were for only each other.
She met him push for push as their voices met and hung in the air; a symphony of moans and grunts sprung from only sexual passion. Heero?s face finally buried in her shoulder at her scream of fulfillment, and as she clenched around him, he groaned out her name as his release overcame him as well.
They were still for a moment, doing nothing but breathing heavily, chests heaving against each other?s. At last, when his heart had slowed more, he pulled away and set her gently down on the ground. She shivered as her bare feet met the cool grass, and she straightened her dress again.
After Heero had gotten into his pants again, he cleared his throat; what words could there be? ?I??
?Forgive me, Inspector.? Relena spoke first, her eyes still somewhat glazed but sensible as they met his own. ?This was really not my intention. I did mean to have only a meeting with you for tonight.?
?For tonight?? Confusion seeped into his tone despite his efforts to keep it down. Heero stared at her.
?Monsieur, I have watched you since we came to this region. I did not expect you to notice me, but for months now?? She looked embarrassed and for some reason Heero was surprised. The woman before him did not impress him as the easily embarrassed type. ?You could say I have?longed for you.? She looked like she wanted to say more, but her tongue remained still.
Heero replied carefully. ?You planned to do this??
?Well I?yes,? she said honestly. ?Yes, I did. But I meant to a long time from now. I planned to sneak away to you in your village, but my brother appointed me to meet with you privately as he did, and?? She cut herself off, and even in the dark Heero could see her shy blush. ?The opportunity was irresistible. Please do not think of me as a harlot,? she added quickly. ?I have never?that is, I haven?t??
Heero understood instantly. ?You?ve never given yourself to a man before, have you, Relena??
She flushed more deeply but whether it was from his question or from him saying her name was unclear. ?No,? she told him.
He picked up his shirt from the ground but only held it. ?I meet with your brother for two hours, usually.?
Relena winced. ?We have been here for three quarters of an hour already.?
Something unfamiliar passed through Heero?s brain and something in his chest throbbed. Looking at her, he suddenly felt the oddest rush of protectiveness for the lovely creatures standing mussed before him. Another instant brought a different emotion, and the police inspector smirked. ?Is that all??
As he held out his arms for her and she felt into them, Heero took a mental pause. He was going to want this, he knew. And not from anyone else, but from Relena. He kissed her hard but also tenderly. And he knew, somewhere inside, that his returns wouldn?t be for this alone.
For the second time that night, the moon was lost to them.
~Fini~
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The Moon Was Lost
By Gundam Girl
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Rural France, 1849
The summer night was humid, burning with just a thin blanket of moisture overlaying all of it. The forest, with its towering pines that looked like black towers in the darkness, would presumably be cooler than the village the horse-riding inspector had just come from. However, Heero Yuy was fairly certain that the brown of the dirt floor and the green grasses were warmer than any cooking fire there might have been in one of the tiny stone village houses.
His path was familiar, and he led his horse steadily through the thick brush. The only thing slowing him was the fact he had never taken the route after dusk before, but even that did not hinder him much. Heero Yuy had an assignment, and a regular one. He took his job as seriously as a soldier took his mission. A French police inspector could do nothing else, and though he was young, he was quite good at what he did.
His current, ongoing assignment that had lasted almost half a year now was keeping his eye on a group of gypsies that were making their home in the forest outside his designated village of Sanq. So far, the bunch of outcasts had done nothing to harm anyone; no stealing, no murder. Sometimes they came in small groups as little bands of entertainers. They played music, performed minor magic, danced, and did a few palm readings but so far the villagers had nothing to complain about and neither did Heero. However, upon their arrival, Heero had agreed with their leader, the long-haired Milliardo that he would meet with him once a week to discuss the ideas of how the gypsies intended to make their living. Milliardo had predicted at the beginning that they wouldn?t stay in the area for even a year; crowds got bored from them after too long. Heero knew the time would come when they would pack up their ragged caravan and leave, but until then Heero would keep his working eye on them.
And so he was now making his way on a dark horse through the trees and the tall grass for his weekly visit to Milliardo?s camp. They were a lively group, he recalled, but they were responsible with their freedom. Heero had to appreciate that, even if he did disapprove of their way of life.
He neared the camp, and even at a quarter-mile away he could hear the raucous enjoyment that the Sanq gypsies were known for indulging in. Heero tethered his horse to a low tree branch and walked the rest of the way. Dew on the grass wet his boots.
He took quick steps and soon the glow from the camp was visible through the thick clumps of trees. Heero?s eyes were narrowed as he approached. He was careful not to make much sound. Despite their responsibility, this group of forest-dwellers was known for their quick suspicion and rash action. He didn?t want to do anything that might suggest him as an enemy.
Although, to them, I most likely am, mused the inspector. He crept closer and hid behind a tree at the edge of the clearing where the camp. There were as many as seven trailers, wooden with large red wheels. Strings of beads and cages holding small, colorful birds hung from them. Though the mobile houses were cramped in the clearing, there was a space between two of them for Heero to see an enormous fire as tall as two men on top of the other. A dance took place around it. Heero understood this was a nightly ritual for the group and would not interrupt until this dance ended. He was disliked enough for his profession, he would not be rude as well.
The music that reached his ears was lively but not so fast that it might remind one of a jig. It was reminiscent of a Spanish tango, but more feverish. No one played like the French.
From his vantage point, there was small band of players to the far right of the fire. A fair blond gypsy in brown trousers and a loose indigo vest that left him otherwise shirtless played a violin. His bow-bearing arm moved at a rapid pace, and drops of sweat dotted his heavily focused brow. Beside him was a tall, slim flutist with calm eyes and quick finger movements. Sitting on a low stool between them was a young woman, blond like the violinist, with glimmering silver eyes. Her steady hands beat a trembling tambourine.
They were a handsome trio with much talent, and a number of people surrounded the fire, moving joyously to their music. The fastest dancers were a dark-haired couple. A man with a long braid and a mischievous grin intimately gripped a petite woman with short, raven hair that curled in her happy, fairy-like face. Their laughter was the loudest and rose throughout the clearing.
Heero almost decided that interrupting them might not be so rude ? indeed, they might even thank him for putting an end to the braided gypsy?s annoying, barking chuckles?
Then from seemingly nowhere, she appeared. She may has well have been an unnoticed brush of warm wind that materialized from the throngs of dancers to the front, directly between the blaze and Heero?s eyes.
She was young, but no more so than he. Her hair, golden in the firelight, was long, thick, and twisted into spiraling curls at her waist. It swooshed with the folds of the deep crimson dress she wore. The bodice was tight against an ample bosom, then flared at narrow hips. Many layers of petticoats in various colors hid what Heero was sure were long, shapely legs. The glow of the night and the heat that came with it, combined with the fire, dampened her skin, and her bare shoulders and arms gleamed as her loose hair and ribbons tied into it caressed her flesh.
The inspector knew who he was. He had even been aware of her for several months, since the nomadic group she traveled with had entered his jurisdiction. She was the sister of the group?s leader, Milliardo, and the few times Heero had seen her she?d been quiet, even withdrawn. Her clothes had been plainer and modest. He had barely noticed her. He didn?t even know her name.
Had it a voice, his gaze would have protested when his vision of her was obscured by the tall flutist that now joined her. His back was to Heero, hiding her, although he kept catching glimpses of her skirts. One arm, pale and slim, snaked over the back of the flutist, and a leg wrapped around his waist. The flutist turned then, and Heero saw she was hanging off of the flutist?s body, her head thrown back with her back arched downward and away from her partner, breasts pert and upward. Her eyes with closed and her pink mouth was smiling. Heero thought she might be laughing, but the sound was lost to the chatter and music and night. The flutist spoke, his eyes sparkling, and the flash of a gold anklet burst as she lowered her bare foot the ground again.
The music heightened to a mad frenzy, and the flutist grabbed her hand, twirled her three times at a whipping pace until at last he and the rest of the men together took their partners by the waists, turned them in the same direction and, at once, threw them down to the forest floor with the last passionate, furious note of the song. A pleased applause rose in the camp.
?Hey! What do you think you?re doing there?!?
Heero?s attention was ripped away from the tempting pool of dress and woman when the post of something sharp pricked him in the arm just above his elbow. He turned swiftly to the offender, a dark look on his face.
This dark gypsy had a scowl as fierce as his own and less subdued. Heero knew him to be called Wufei. Wufei also knew who Heero was, and the guard lowered the crossbow in his hands, if somewhat reluctantly.
?So it?s just you,? Wufei growled. There was a touch of disappointment in his voice. ?Rather late for a social call, Inspector.?
Heero used his usual answer. ?It can?t be helped.?
?Come on then.? Wufei walked off without looking to see if the official would follow him. Heero kept up well.
There was a slight commotion as he entered the camp. Small children that had been nearly sleeping in their mothers arms were now wide away and watchful of him. Theirs weren?t the only curious eyes that followed his movements. A golden head rose from its place in the grass near the flare of embers as crystalline violet-blue eyes turned up to the newcomer. Recognition filled the twin orbs, closely followed by something else, but Heero?s attention was on Wufei.
Heero?s eyes hardened. ?He knows my visits are weekly.?
?Aye, but his wife?s childbirth hardly is now, is it?? retorted Wufei. A smug upturn of lips came to his face at Heero?s silence. ?He had to take her to a midwife living in another village.?
Heero reached for another course of action. ?Surely he left someone to see me in his place.?
?Of course he did. Had he not, you?d be stumbling back to your horse with a bloody arm by now.? Wufei turned away from Heero and called in the direction of the fire.
?Relena! Inspector Yuy.?
Heero shifted his eyes to the mass of embers just in time to see the red-clad woman lift herself from the ground. Her back arched as she stood, then she straightened slowly, her grace natural. She spoke momentarily to her flute-playing dance partner, using words that didn?t reach Heero?s ears.
Then her head turned an inch, and their eyes met. It was blue on blue and the effect was like a threatening storm over a churning sea. But then it was gone as she stepped away from the fire and the shadows of the evening shielded her eyes from him.
?Merci,? she told Wufei in thanks. ?I will speak to Monsieur the Inspector alone.? Her voice was like a musical instrument. Not the flute, Heero decided with an unconsciously dark stare at the tall man still standing by the fire, but something deeper and more passionate. Maybe the violin. No matter which, Heero found himself captivated.
She, the woman named Relena, took in her hand a lantern and looked over her shoulder at him. It took Heero a handful of seconds to understand that he was to follow her. His feet might have moved clumsily if he was any less of a professional.
Relena led him away from the camp and into the forest opposite the way he had come. It was so dark that the lantern was little more than a bobbing light near the curve of her hip. Heero found himself studying the length of her gait to determine exactly how long her legs really were; he stayed close to her but kept a decent distance as well. They did not speak.
At last, when they had been walking an estimation of twenty or so minutes, they reached a small clearing about the length of one of the trailers that belonged to Relena?s group. Whether she knew the place previously, they came upon it by chance, or she used some of her gypsy enchantment, moonlight flooded the circle they stood in, and her face would have been almost completely visible without the help of the lantern.
?We can talk here. What could you want to know?? she asked, one eyebrow raised in both scrutiny and curiosity. ?I?m afraid my brother was in a hurry when he appointed me to see you in his place. Luchrezia was in pain, and there was no time for him to prepare me for this meeting.?
Heero had been given no time either. Just seeing her skin in the combined glow of the moon and the tiny fire in the lantern gave him a thrill that burst into small embers in his gut. The exposed skin over her shoulders and the curve of her bosom looked as soft as the satin she wore, and the urge to touch, to feel drove him quietly crazy. ?Your plans,? he managed to say.
Something flickered in Relena?s eyes. ?My plans??
?How you gypsies plan to earn your money this week.? He hadn?t intended to say you gypsies and he especially had not meant to say it as harshly as it came out. But Relena obviously took offense to his tone and words, for her trim eyebrows lowered over suddenly distrustful eyes.
She took a few steps closer to him, away from the lantern she had set down, coming closer into the dim of the night and invading his space. She didn?t seem to give much thought to personal boundaries ? that had been made clear by the earlier dance she?d shared with the tall flutist. Heero disliked how his thoughts kept returning to the closeness and the apparent intimacy the two had shared. Something like jealousy but was most certainly not jealousy flooded his brain.
Her voice cut through his cluttered thoughts. ?Monsieur, we live the same way you do ? as we can. We may not be model Christians, but we are not bandits or knaves or anything else the town folk call us from the safety of their sturdy, unmoving houses.?
She was right. Heero had not considered before that there might be anything unconditionally pure about the travelers he was forced to keep track of, but the light in this woman?s eyes and the tenor of her voice signaled unrivaled honor.
And that made him feel all the madder for her.
Wordlessly, he grabbed her wrists. He felt the muscles in her arms contract as she reflexively jerked, but he only pulled her to him until they were body to body. Her long, luscious fell forward over her shoulders and brushed over his neck where his collar didn?t cover the skin. His hands went up from the slim delicate wrists, to the elbows, to the shoulders. Her skin was satin, was silk, but here and there he felt small, white scars from her life in the woods. Fascinated, he pushed her hair out of the way and lowered his mouth to one round shoulder. He heard her gasp and felt one of her hands pressed against his upper back. The back of his mind waited for a protest, a scream, anything?but nothing came. Relena was silent but for the sudden speeding of her breath.
He passed his lips to the place where her shoulder met her neck, took some of the skin into his mouth. Her breasts nearly flattened against his chest with her inhalation, and he felt her shudder. He dug his fingers into her
hips as one of he hands threaded into his hair. He felt a tremor go through him in turn. But he positively quivered when she gently tugged his head up and seized his lips with hers in a way that was wild and drugging.
This wasn?t like him. It was the feeble thought that entered his mind just before she kissed him. Heero Yuy, or Monsieur the Inspector, did not take women without long knowing them, and certainly not in the woods in the dead of night like a common heathen. But when his lips met with Relena?s, any thoughts of who he was or what he was like simply flew off of him as though blown away by swift winds.
His hands ran up her back to her shoulders and the curve of her neck. Their tongues met and dueled in fierce, unknown passion. Physical desire and instant attraction burned through him, making him surprisingly alert of nothing but her body, her scent, her touch. She tugged away from his lips with a moist sound and closed her mouth over his neck, just below his ear. A primal sound ripped from his throat and vibrated beneath her teasing lips and his hands dove down to grab her rear and press her hips close to his.
There were many skirts separating her from him but even through them, Heero felt her heat. Driven as her hot, wet tongue slid over the delicate flesh of his ear, he growled and pulled her back with him as he leaned against a tree. The bark was rough and scored him even through his jacket.
Jacket. Clothes. He still had clothes on. So did she. Though not impressive, it was the only thought Heero had at the moment, and a swift tug on her bodice brought the tight garment down to her wait, and a hand went instantly to one of the pale, unmarred breasts that spilled out. He heard Relena gasp and felt her hands jump on his shoulders, but she held fast again, and he quickly used both arms to lift her from the ground and hold her against him. His own mouth, swollen from their earlier sequence of kisses, eagerly latched onto one of the pert nipples and a hearty moan poured straight from Relena?s chest. His heartbeat raced at the sound as he turned his attention to the other breast. She arched away from him, giving him better access, and then he was running lips, tongue, and teeth over any inch of beautiful skin he could reach. Soon she was hardly breathing at all, managing only quick gasps.
Heero swallowed as he rose his head again. Relena would not let him have complete control, and, clinging tigher to him so she wouldn?t fall, she shoved off his heavy jacket and began undoing the first few buttons of his uniform shirt. She tugged the hem up and managed to get the whole thing parted. Shoving the material off his shoulders, she spread slick and unsteady hands over his chest. He hissed in response to her fingernails scratching against his abdomen, and his grip on her loosened.
Relena easily landed on her feet but didn?t stay still long enough for Heero to wrap her arms around her again. Her hands when to the buckle of his belt and, with only a little difficulty, managed to loosen it and unbutton his pants. When she fell to her knees, Heero thought he would die.
Her fingers slowed when she touched him, and she seemed to marvel at the hardness in his hands. She glanced up at him, and there eyes met for a fraction of a second before she turned her head downward and took him into her mouth.
Heat blazed through him like a wildfire, and his hands dug into her hair, instinctively guiding her. But she was magic on him, and anything she did felt better than he?d thought anything could ever feel. Relena?s hair shone like silver in the light of the moon above them, and Heero tightened against her. Before it became too much, he gripped her upper arms and dragged her against him once more. At the same time, he took fistfuls of her skirts and bunched them all together in the back, pinning them between her body and the tree as he pinned her to the wood as well. He was fast, and wasted no time in pressing his large hand to the source of her heat, and she cried out as he pressed one finger, then two inside of her, in and out in a crude mockery of what was to come next.
She cried out to God and other beings he didn?t know of, and her hands scored lines into his back, but he absorbed every feeling with a need like the one for water, but this was different. This wasn?t just need but also want. Heero Yuy had never been so free in his actions, and he felt an ultimate desire to see the face and hear the voice before him react with the same want and need.
At last, she forced her eyes open and looked straight into his. ?Please,? she pleaded, her voice cracking.
It was all Heero needed, and in what was almost one lucid action, he seized her by the hips once more and entered her like a barbarian, all madness and little care.
The gypsy nearly screamed with each wild thrust, her legs locking behind his thigh and her head thrashing back and forth against the rough bark of the tree. The stars above them numbered in the millions, the moon a bright orb that was hardly unnoticeable, but the pair saw none of it. Their eyes were for only each other.
She met him push for push as their voices met and hung in the air; a symphony of moans and grunts sprung from only sexual passion. Heero?s face finally buried in her shoulder at her scream of fulfillment, and as she clenched around him, he groaned out her name as his release overcame him as well.
They were still for a moment, doing nothing but breathing heavily, chests heaving against each other?s. At last, when his heart had slowed more, he pulled away and set her gently down on the ground. She shivered as her bare feet met the cool grass, and she straightened her dress again.
After Heero had gotten into his pants again, he cleared his throat; what words could there be? ?I??
?Forgive me, Inspector.? Relena spoke first, her eyes still somewhat glazed but sensible as they met his own. ?This was really not my intention. I did mean to have only a meeting with you for tonight.?
?For tonight?? Confusion seeped into his tone despite his efforts to keep it down. Heero stared at her.
?Monsieur, I have watched you since we came to this region. I did not expect you to notice me, but for months now?? She looked embarrassed and for some reason Heero was surprised. The woman before him did not impress him as the easily embarrassed type. ?You could say I have?longed for you.? She looked like she wanted to say more, but her tongue remained still.
Heero replied carefully. ?You planned to do this??
?Well I?yes,? she said honestly. ?Yes, I did. But I meant to a long time from now. I planned to sneak away to you in your village, but my brother appointed me to meet with you privately as he did, and?? She cut herself off, and even in the dark Heero could see her shy blush. ?The opportunity was irresistible. Please do not think of me as a harlot,? she added quickly. ?I have never?that is, I haven?t??
Heero understood instantly. ?You?ve never given yourself to a man before, have you, Relena??
She flushed more deeply but whether it was from his question or from him saying her name was unclear. ?No,? she told him.
He picked up his shirt from the ground but only held it. ?I meet with your brother for two hours, usually.?
Relena winced. ?We have been here for three quarters of an hour already.?
Something unfamiliar passed through Heero?s brain and something in his chest throbbed. Looking at her, he suddenly felt the oddest rush of protectiveness for the lovely creatures standing mussed before him. Another instant brought a different emotion, and the police inspector smirked. ?Is that all??
As he held out his arms for her and she felt into them, Heero took a mental pause. He was going to want this, he knew. And not from anyone else, but from Relena. He kissed her hard but also tenderly. And he knew, somewhere inside, that his returns wouldn?t be for this alone.
For the second time that night, the moon was lost to them.
~Fini~
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Please review!
Very intense, quite IC and PERFECTLY fit in the set 
And what a nice way to use a tree!.. 
