Title: Pas De Deux
Author: Melodrama
Archive: Blissful Ignorance
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Lemon
Pairings: 1xR
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The grey gelding snatched impatiently at his bridle, pricked ears flicking back towards her intermittently, his even gait steadied by Relena?s soft hands and quiet seat. The first fence loomed before them, smaller than the others but still technical enough to falter him, should he not meet it just right. But his instinct was true, and he rose to meet it with effortless style, his front feet tucked neatly to his chest.
Landing smoothly, Relena gathered him again quickly, sighting the high five railed fence ahead. It was straightforward on its own but complicated by the need to turn sharply upon landing on the other side. If Sanq gave the rails too much air, he would land half a stride past the turn, and time and accuracy would be lost for the precise one stride double that followed. She needn?t have worried though, and the jump passed beneath his dappled belly before he turned smoothly to meet their next question.
Relaxed now, and confident, Relena allowed herself to enjoy the easy rhythm of her horse?s stride. Loping around the final six jumps of the course she felt sure that they had completed a squad worthy round and was quick to pass her jubilance on to her trusted mount. She slapped the solid crest of his neck and lavished him with soft words of praise as she carefully brought him back to a gentle trot and headed back towards the small gathering of her fellow students.
She returned the congratulatory grin from her old friend and training partner, Quatre, but the smile was quickly wiped from her lips at the lukewarm expression from the Head of the selection board, Instructor Une. Arms crossed and brow furrowed, her demeanour was in no way promising. Halting Sanq before her, Relena waited with trepidation for the expected dressing down.
?Judging by the smug expression on your face, Miss Peacecraft, you think that round was satisfactory.?
Relena winced at Une?s sharp words, aghast that the woman, whose reputation did admittedly precede her, was actually attacking her in such a way.
?Well? yes??
The dark scowl that marred the older woman?s face was as clear indicator that Relena?s response had been the wrong one.
?Perhaps you would like to rethink your answer, Miss Peacecraft? You should be grateful Daddy bought you such a well trained animal, as you certainly contributed nothing to that round.?
Relena sat in stunned silence, her pride stinging more than if the Instructor had physically slapped her. She bit her tongue, however, knowing that talking back would only make things worse. She quailed as Une moved to Sanq?s side, reaching to tightly grip Relena?s left foot.
?Heels, Miss Peacecraft, should be down. How exactly do you expect a deep and steady seat without a deep and steady heel? A rider at your level should not be having this problem!?
Relena winced as her weakened ankle thumped against Sanq?s side, still tender and painful from a riding injury weeks before. Gritting her teeth, she hoped that Une had not noticed her reaction, and the way she was still squeezing the offending ankle suggested that she hadn?t. Relena knew that the muscles had not been given the required time needed to heal completely, but training for selection could not be delayed by something as inconvenient as a bad sprain.
Instructor Une clicked her tongue in disgust, pausing to check her watch before dismissing the group with a flip of her hand.
?Go away, all of you. I can?t deal with anymore of this mediocrity. Be relieved I haven?t crossed every one of you off the list.?
Spinning on her heel, she stalked towards the arena exit, mobile phone in hand, the group of riders behind her already forgotten.
?What the hell was her damage??
Relena kept her head down, and ignored the angry voices of her classmates. It was their way of showing her support, she knew, but she suddenly found herself too shaken by the woman?s words to join in with their dissent.
?Probably not getting any??
Running a hand along Sanq?s crest in an attempt to steady her nerves, Relena shot the others a small smile and turned the grey back towards the stable complex. Kicking her feet out of the stirrups, she let him drop his head and followed the easy swing of his back, taking pleasure in the hollow, rhythmical clatter of his shod hooves as he ambled along the cobblestone alleyway.
Well accustomed to their daily training routine, the horse instinctively made his way back to stand at the tethering ring outside his stable, completely unaided by his preoccupied jockey. Resting a hind foot, he waited patiently for her to dismount, his mind no doubt already fixed on his upcoming evening meal.
Relena swung lightly down from the grey?s broad back, so deep in thought that she did not immediately notice the silent stable hand until he had literally plucked Sanq?s reins from her fingers and proceeded to lead the animal away. Blinking after him, she murmured a surprised ?thanks?, earning a solemn nod from him in return. Watching his retreating back, she was unable to resist admiring his denim-clad thighs and butt. What was it about the sight of a man in a pair of well-worn Wranglers that always did it for her? Actually, correct that. What was it about him in those well-worn Wranglers that always did it for her?
Sighing, she unclipped the chinstrap of her helmet, sweeping it from her head and dropping it on a nearby chair. It had been an exhausting session physically, all of Une?s lessons were. But being openly scorned and ridiculed by the squad selector was not something Relena had ever had to experience firsthand. The woman?s hard-nosed reputation was certainly well earned. Relena simply didn?t believe that her acid tongued criticism was. Was it? She had been working so hard to make selection. Sanq was at his peak, if they weren?t good enough to make the team now, when would they be?
Relena plucked at her collar, cursing her stifling riding uniform; not for the first time questioning the sanity of having to wear a shirt and jacket on such an unbearably hot day. Tugging the starched stock away from her throat, she shoved it unceremoniously into her pocket before literally peeling off her dark green woollen jacket. Her nose wrinkled at the unpleasant feeling of her sweat soaked shirt still sticking to her back. The jacket was tossed petulantly aside to land in an untidy heap on top of her helmet, quickly forgotten as Relena moved to where the stable hand had tethered Sanq and was now removing his tack with smooth, economical movements.
The horse moved restlessly in the crossties, perhaps disconcerted by her absence. She felt a hint of guilt, feeling selfish for not attending to Sanq?s care. She always preferred to look after him herself, despite the employees the boarding stables included in the steep agistment fees. Moving closer, she thought to thank the man and finish what he had started. But instead, she found herself frozen in place by the steady glare he threw over his shoulder.
?Sit.?
Faltering to a stand still, she stared at him open mouthed. He did not just say that! Casting around quickly, she ascertained that a stray dog had definitely not wandered into the barn, and he was really speaking to her. Finding the area canine free, she further disappointed herself by actual obeying his blunt direction and dropping meekly onto a nearby bale of hay. He turned quickly back to lift the lightweight saddle from Sanq?s back, but not so swiftly that Relena missed what she thought was a teasing grin.
Of course, Relena would have thought it was a teasing smile, if it hadn?t been gracing the lips of this particular man. Heero Yuy didn?t have a witty bone in his body. How long had she boarded her horse here for now? 18 months? In that time how many words had she exchanged with him? Fifty? Probably less. And none of those words had ever been related to anything outside of ?barn business?.
Relena sighed and leaned back against the smooth barn wall. Should she be even remotely surprised that the most pressing of worries regarding her previously disastrous riding lesson had been so easily pressed to the back of her mind by the sight of his lean, tanned body? She bit her lip. No, she guessed not. 18 months and a limited verbal exchange had done nothing to dim the slow burn that settled into the pit of her stomach whenever he was in her immediate vicinity. Actually, forget vicinity? all she needed was to think of him and her body temperature rose.
She let out a low, appreciative sigh as Heero suddenly crouched down and began unbuckling Sanq?s tendon boots. His sleeveless sweatshirt pulled tight across his broad shoulders, the bottom riding up enough to reveal a tantalising strip of his lower back. What Relena wouldn?t do to sneak her fingers under the grey cotton shirt and sample that smooth olive skin?
?I thought I?d find you here.?
Relena noticeably started, her cheeks reddening at the prospect of someone catching her drooling over the introverted stable hand. Turning her head away from him guiltily, she looked up at Quatre?s amicable smile. Her friend, however, had overlooked her unguarded gawking if his sympathetic expression was anything to go by. At least she hoped the understanding look was due to what had taken place during their lesson and not because he thought she was a big loser to be lusting after Mr Personality.
She wriggled over a little, giving Quatre room to perch beside her on the bale of hay. Her face a mask of indifference, Relena hoped that he would take the hint and not broach a subject she was not inclined to discuss. Fat chance. He watched her for a few silent moments, before leaning his shoulder to hers and giving her a friendly nudge in the ribs with his elbow.
?She was just trying to upset you, Relena. You know what she?s like. If she?d succeeded in making you cry or storm out, she could mark it down as ?non team player? material and given her a perfect excuse not to include you on the team. Anyway? we all know Une?s on a power trip.?
Relena sighed, not really knowing what to say.
?I mean, really? tearing you up over something as small as how low your heels were. She was just grasping at straws. We know that your form isn?t usually a problem. And you can?t really help it at the moment?? He paused a moment, watching her closely.
?It?s not really healed yet, is it??
Relena flushed deeply at Quatre?s suspicion, unable to meet his eye and instead turning to watch Heero begin hosing the sweat from Sanq?s back and legs. The gelding lifted his head, his nose wrinkled, ears pinned back and eyes squinted shut against the spray as the stablehand washed his face. He shook his head, snorting loudly and showering Heero with water. Relena grinned, but only for a moment, the smile quickly wiped away when his dark eyes met hers. Hastily, she turned her attention back to her riding partner.
?It?s fine.?
Quatre watched her silently, his glance flicking quickly towards the other man, before fixing on her again. He cleared his throat, shifting nervously in his place.
?Rel? Relena? have you had a chance to think about what we talked about the other day??
?I know we?ve always gone to the fundraising dinner as friends, but? maybe this year? it could be a date???
Why did he have to bring this up now? Relena sighed inwardly, truly having hoped that he would have changed his mind? gone off the idea. She had suspected for a little while now, his interest. But she had hoped?
?That? that sounds nice, Quatre. Really it does. But would you mind? Would you mind if I thought about it a little? It?s so sudden. And unexpected??
?I know it changes things between us, Rel. I do. But I think? We?re good together. And??
The loud clatter of the metal sweat scraper bouncing off the hard floor interrupted his earnest declaration, and they both looked across to see Heero release Sanq from the cross-ties and lead him down to the sand roll. His mouth was set in a hard line, and he was scowling now. Relena wondered why.
He was well out of earshot now, but she still had a clear view of him as he slouched against the top rail of the roll yard?s gate. He looked agitated, his elbows propped against the wood and a hand knotted in his hair. She wished she could just stay here and simply watch him, but there was no avoiding her persistent suitor.
?Relena???
?I?m sorry, Quatre. I care about you a lot. I do. But just not? that way.? Her heart sank at her companions? look of dejection, but pressed on. ?I?d like it if we could still go together. As friends. You understand, don?t you??
Quatre nodded slowly, forcing an amicable smile on his face. ?I should get going. I promised I?d get home early tonight, just for a change.?
Relena watched with regret as he beat a hasty retreat, leaving her alone again. She swallowed hard against a burning lump that was forming in the back of her throat. It wasn?t fair. What was wrong with her anyway? She must be crazy to turn down such a perfectly acceptable catch. Glancing across again, she admired the stable hand?s profile again. She wondered exactly what kind of bait was needed for that particular catch.
Sighing, Relena stood carefully, wincing as she put weight on her left foot. She had unintentionally jarred it when dismounting, and now she could feel it begin to throb in the tight confines of her riding boot. Hopping slightly, she looked around for a suitable hiding place, feeling a sudden urgency to spend some time alone. Somewhere that she could feel sorry for herself away from prying eyes.
Only a few metres away, she spied the somewhat rickety ladder which led up to the barn?s hayloft. Shrugging mentally, Relena figured it was as good a place as any. Casting a furtive glance over her shoulder to be sure that no one had noticed her ascent, she climbed quickly, if not a little awkwardly upward.
The loft was cool and dark, the air a mixture of dust and straw? an aroma that was sweet and dusky. There was something almost comforting about the spot, even with its layers of grime and cobwebs. In the far corner, wedged between the rafters, a bird had made its nest? but it looked abandoned now. Any fledglings would have long left the roost. Bales of hay sat stacked along one side, which a deep pile of loose straw took up another space. It looked inviting, and it was here that Relena settled herself, perched toward the back, and out of anyone?s immediate line of sight should they make their way up.
Whether five minutes or ten passed, Relena didn?t know. Nor care for that matter. She simply allowed the minutes to lapse unchecked and instead focussed her thoughts to more uncharacteristic feelings of self-pity, her down turned face curtained by her sweaty tendrils of hair. Her head in her hands, she massaged her temples with frustrated fingers and paid little attention to what was going on beneath her.
She was not unaware of the footsteps that were slowly making their way up the loft ladder, she simply paid them no heed. It was no doubt one of the stable hands coming for more straw for the boxes. Despite her own words of reassurance, however, Relena was unable to stop herself from leaning further back behind the mound of straw. She waited restlessly for who ever it was to pass her by, suddenly feeling like a youngster occupied by a game of hide and go seek. Realising that she was holding her breath, Relena exhaled slowly, hoping not to betray her presence in the loft?s shadows.
?Why did you lie to Quatre about your ankle??
Relena looked up quickly, surprised not only by the sound of the words, but by who had spoken them. Heero stared back at her, his features stern yet curious. There was almost a reproachful air to him, as though he had expected better from her.
?I didn?t lie to him,? Relena protested, ?My ankle?s fine.?
He raised a sceptical eyebrow at her, moving to crouch before her, his hand already reaching to grasp the offending limb.
?Show me.?
Struck dumb, Relena found herself unable to protest. A warm, calloused hand came to rest against her knee while the other gripped the heel of her drum tight top boot and began to remove it.
?I saw you favouring it when you dismounted. And I can almost guarantee you didn?t strap it either. There?s no way you?d have got these boots on if you had.?
His words were firm, although he did not look up at her during his lecture. He simply laid the boot aside and proceeded to tug away her sock and reveal an ankle that was, as he suspected, bare of any supporting bandage. He eyed her ankle critically, his fingers caressing the arch of her foot with the same steady contact she imagined he used when calming a skittish horse. Her breath hitched in her throat.
?Does that hurt??
He glanced up at her, the stern mask momentarily betraying a look of concern. Relena shook her head, the action no more than a disorientated wobble, as she struggled to appear composed. She feared she was failing dismally though. Her heart was lurching in her chest, and her tongue refused to form intelligible words.
How could one touch, so innocent and un-intending, cause her senses such mayhem?
It wasn?t fair. Could the day get any worse? First, the coach from hell had ruined a perfectly good riding session, and now God?s gift to jeans manufacturers was being dangled under her nose in a way that was surely meant to mock her. Gritting her teeth, she mutely repeated her personal mantra. ?Look but don?t touch.? It had been her number one rule for so long now. Boys? men? were completely off limits, a dictate Relena had never had a problem following. She couldn?t allow herself to be distracted from her primary goal, to make the National Team. And she had never considered erring from that directive. She couldn?t imagine a man alive could deter her. ?Until she had seen him.?
Of course, she was far from being the only one to notice him. There wasn?t a girl on the place, or the surrounding county, that wasn?t smitten with him. It was said that over half the women that boarded their horses there, did so merely because Heero worked there. Even Relena felt a little guilty of that ?crime?. But she had seen him reject the advances of far more appealing women, so the probability of her plain features and mousy blonde hair turning his head were slim to none. There was, however, no crime in entertaining the odd? fantasy, now was there? And his captivating physique had made an appearance in her dreams on more than one occasion.
?That breathtaking physique... And those Wranglers??
?It doesn?t look too bad. You were lucky. One wrong step and you could have put yourself completely out of the running for team selection. You need to be more careful.?
There was neither censure nor scorn to his reprimand, his tone actually detached despite the slow caress of his hands across her ankle. The action brought gooseflesh to her skin and she blushed at the impure thoughts that now raced through her mind. Even now, she found herself wishing that those talented fingers would work their way further up her leg, would touch her in more interesting places?
She felt foolish that he could reduce her to this, so mortified that she might betray her attraction to him that she began to wriggle backwards, trying to keep the movement unnoticeable. But to her astonishment, Heero suddenly lowered her foot gently back down before halting her backward progression with steadying hands against her waist. Relena stared at him in surprise.
?Don?t take her criticism too hard, Relena. You?re better than she?ll let you think, and you know it.?
She didn?t know what to say. She was still unsettled enough that he had been watching her close enough to know that her injury had pained her, and that he had paid such close attention to her lesson. And that he even knew her name. Well, of course he had to know it. But he spoke it with such candour and familiarity, like this was not their first real conversation.
?I?I know? And it doesn?t bother me that much, really it doesn?t. But I?ve worked so hard, and Sanq is so ready?? Relena stumbled to silence, blushing under the calm and steady weight of his gaze. She gave a low and nervous laugh.
?Quatre always says I worry too much; that these things have a way of working themselves out. He thinks that??
Something flickered across his face, a mere shadow of expression that she could not decipher, and the hands that had felt so natural resting against her sides slipped away. He looked down; breaking the control he had held over her, his dark scowl confusing her.
?Well, it?s natural for a guy to be concerned about his girl.?
Relena stared at him blankly. ?His? girl??
Heero shifted restlessly, as she struggled to understand his meaning; afraid that he would disappear before she could correct the misconception that was quickly becoming clear.
?I?m not anyone?s girl? least of all Quatre?s. He?s just a friend. A very dear friend, yes, but a friend none the less.?
He was quite still now, seemingly frozen in place. She watched him, her heart beating quicker, and she struggled not to betray the nervousness that threatened to bubble to the surface. Solid years of single-minded training had left her na?ve to the behaviour? the emotions of men. But if she were to guess? to hope? Relena would have thought that?
Heero was jealous.
?Why not??
Relena?s eyes resembled saucers, her jaw dropping with surprise at his low drawl.
?Wh? What??
?Why not?? His voice was quiet; neutral.
?Be? Because?? Relena stammered, unable to believe that this conversation was even taking place, ?I don?t feel that way about him. He?s? he?s not my? my type??
A dark eyebrow shot up at this declaration, and this time his curiosity, though apprehensive, was obvious.
?And what is your type, exactly??
Relena?s cheeks burned, unable to honestly answer his question, when her type was sitting only inches away from her. Was she imagining things, or did he seem closer now, the space between them shrinking even if only slightly?
"Um...well...that's NOT a fair question! I mean, it's not that I don't KNOW my type, but how can you really say that you KNOW what your type is? Maybe you haven't MET your type yet, and so you say you like THIS kind of guy, and suddenly you meet THAT kind of guy and are really attracted to him but have to tell him 'no' because he's not your type? I mean, that's not to say that I'd--well, that is, I--you see..."
The stroke of his thumb along her bottom lip, so unexpected and tender, brought her to a stumbling halt. His expression was serious, the smallest crease showing itself on his brow. What was he thinking? Relena felt like her heart would burst out of her chest at any moment. It took a moment of panic before she realised that he was leaning towards her, and it did not register in her addled mind what he intended to do, until his lips were pressed quite gently against hers.
The kiss did not last long though, chaste and sweet as it was. But the dark look in his eyes as he leaned back was anything but. He watched her in silence, his expression guarded. How did he expect her to react? How did he want her to react? Relena sat frozen, before letting out a slow, shaken breath.
Did she lean towards him or did he to her? Either way, the space between them was again closed, the kiss longer this time. His hand was light against her cheek, cradling her while his mouth moved possessively against hers. The trace of his tongue against her bottom lip was tentative at first, but he grew bolder as she responded in kind, allowing him entrance.
Relena?s thoughts swam. She had been kissed before; clumsy, open-mouthed debacles that had done little to curl her toes. But this? this was? She would gladly exchange her very life?s breath for such?
Perfection.
She struggled to remember how to breathe, a little embarrassed to realise how ragged and uneven her breathing must sound to him, as he proceeded to kiss her senseless. But it was with some satisfaction that she realised that he was no less affected. She could feel his hands as they ghosted across her thighs, coming to rest on her hips as he drew himself closer to press his chest against hers. And she could feel the steady thump of his heart against her breast? or was that her own? They were so close? she couldn?t be sure.
Relena?s own hands moved tentatively, as if of their own design; stroking the toned outline of his shoulders through his shirt and flitting timidly across the planes of his back. ?Could this really be happening? Should I stop this..?? She glared at her inner voice, forcing it back with reckless abandon. ?Don?t even try to stop me??
Her fingers brushed under the bottom of his shirt, against the arch of his lower back. The narrow strip of exposed skin was not enough to satisfy her questing touch, and she tugged the shirt higher, until she could brush her hands across his flat belly. Pushing the light fabric higher still, she was able to play her fingers along his ribs and trace across his breastbone. It was not, however, enough. Lifted her hands higher, she sighed her frustration at the fabric that impeded her course. Sensing her irritation, Heero leaned away from her, tugging the shirt over his head and tossing it aside impatiently. His lips were back against hers again so quickly, Relena barely had time to miss their caress.
Heero leaned her back so gently, she was almost unaware of what he was doing until she found herself settled smoothly back against the bed of straw. A moment of uneasiness so brief it was forgotten in an instant, was overwhelmed instead by the electricity caused by the cup of his hand over her breast. His thumb brushed over her nipple; evoking a moan part surprise, part pleasure.
She could feel him smile, before he pulled away, moving his attention to the sensitive skin behind her ear. He licked and nipped his way down her neck and across her collar bone, all the while teasing her breasts through the fabric of her shirt. Looking up, he watched her closely as he proceeded to slowly unbutton her top.
?What?? Relena?s words caught in her throat for a moment, almost whisked away by the graze of his teeth against her throat, ?What if someone comes up here??
?They won?t.?
His reply was soft, his breath warm against her ear. Modesty, self-preservation even, stirred tenaciously at the last tendrils of her awareness, only to be disregarded completely with the nip of his teeth along her jaw line. His hands smoothed open the unbuttoned shirt, pushing the fabric aside until he had complete access to her breast. He shifted until his weight came to rest flush against her. Their hips lay parallel, and as he shifted, for a moment Relena felt the firm presence of his arousal, straining against the fabric of his jeans.
Did she want this? She gave a low moan at the nuzzle of Heero?s lips across the valley of her breasts. ?Yes?? Yes she did. More than she could believe possible, and there was no way she would allow virginal prudishness ruin a long imagined fantasy.
She arched her back, allowing him to remove the rumbled shirt and unsnap her constricting sports bra. The straw was coarse beneath her, but the scratch of it against her skin was quickly forgotten when overpowered by the sensation of his mouth against her breasts. Her sigh was long and low, her body yielding completely to his touch.
Through heavy lids, Relena watched Heero lean back for a moment and watch her; perhaps? giving her time to stop him, to change her mind. But she would have none of that, instead reaching up to brush her fingers against his smooth chest and enjoying the way his stomach muscles tightened beneath her touch when he inhaled sharply.
It was all the invitation he needed. Resting back on his heels, he moved to tug off her other boot, then toeing off his own, before unbuttoning her jodhpurs and peeling them down her legs. She wriggled back a little, suddenly self conscious lying there in nothing but her underpants. But meekness was soon thrust aside by the weight of his body over hers and the brush of his tongue against her own.
And before Relena knew it, the slip of underwear was gone too. She gasped against his lips as he pressed his hand against her entrance, his fingers dipping to stroke her centre, igniting the slow burn that had been swelling rapidly from the pit of her belly and now spread over every inch of her body. His mouth moved back to worry her swollen nipples, nipping and sucking them.
She writhed in his arms, unable to lay still under such ministrations, wanting more but not really knowing how to ask. She whimpered her need, a soft plea that she could not be sure he had even heard.
And then his caress became more assertive, even rough, and the sound of his ragged, uneven breathing made her aware of her own erratic gasps. His mouth claimed hers again, and his hands caressed her bare skin with a demanding and unrefined movement. Any reservation was wiped from her thoughts, and instead she merely accepted the pleasure of his touch, trying to concentrate on each new sensation so that she could always remember it. But he stirred such passion in her, and it was all happening so quickly, that she knew that all that would remain with her was the memory of the craving his touch provoked and the erotic heat that surrounded them.
She could feel it building, the steady stroke of his hand against her folds bringing her closer, so it was with some disappointment that she felt him stop and move back a little. There was no missing the metal rasp as Heero lowered his fly and twisted out of his jeans, and it was with some hesitation that she felt him press her hand around the firm shaft of his erection.
It felt strangely soft but hard at the same time; she ran her fingers along his length, feeling the silken texture of the shaft and the slight moisture that had gathered at the head. She slid her hand along it slowly, tentatively? afraid to hurt him. He sighed, sounding almost? content and she guessed that she was on the right track. His eyes were closed but his brow was furrowed in what could only be described as concentration, and Relena felt a sudden rush of control.
?Heero?? He opened his eyes at the soft appeal, ?Heero? I?ve never??
He nodded, his gaze softening. ?I know??
She didn?t even really know why she had felt the need to tell him? to warn him? She was not afraid that it would hurt. She did not expect the discomfort that was assumed by most girls. A lifetime of riding should have removed that irritation. But she had just? wanted him to know.
He moved back against her, lifted her legs around his waist as he entered her slowly, his hand gripping her thigh tightly in what she could only imagine was his effort to remain controlled. He trembled against her, holding himself still when he was seated deep inside her, allowing her to adjust.
But she didn?t want time. Moving beneath him, she pushed her hips against his, asking him? begging him to move. He groaned against her ear, gruff words that she could not decipher, but before she could protest further he withdrew and thrust forward with a motion that brought a wave of pleasure.
His thrusts were slow and measured, intended, Relena was sure, to drive her out of her mind. His hands never ceased their steady passage across her body, stroking every inch of her naked skin. She gasped against his lips, her body crying for more of this gratification. She arched her back and pressed her hips back against him again, begging for him to take her harder? faster. But he would not be controlled, his hands dropping to her waist and anchoring her. Relena raked her nails across his shoulders in retaliation, her moan of protest at his stubbornness muffled by his kiss.
The straw crackled beneath them, and its coarse and fibrous texture scratched against her back. There was something raw, forbidden and exciting about their joining, an exhilarating thrill at the thought that at any moment they could be discovered and their secret exposed. That combined with the electricity of his touch and the friction of their bodies was enough to make her feel as though she would burst into flames at any moment.
She had never imagined it could be like this?
Heero dropped his head to her collar bone, his tongue lathing her sensitised skin as he began to move quicker, pushing against her with abandonment as the last threads of his control began to fray. Her body jolted with the force of each of his thrusts and she ran her fingers through his hair, tugging at the sweaty tendrils that fell against the back of his neck.
The waves of her completion took her so by surprise that it was only the barest fragment of self-preservation that stopped her from loudly crying out his name and betraying their hiding place. Instead she clutched him close, lost in her own euphoria even when he held her tightly and followed soon after. He collapsed against her, his weight a welcome pressure, their sweat slicked bodies pressed together intimately.
His breath was warm against her ear, the sound of it making her eyelids heavy and the temptation to doze was almost too much for her. Her nagging conscience, pushed far in the back of her head, tried valiantly to fuel her guilt and doubt; but her heart and distracted mind were having none of it. She didn?t want to think about the consequences? ?Just let us stay right here? she pleaded, ?Just a little longer??
He shifted his weight a little, but did not move far from her side. He seemed in no hurry to go anywhere either. She felt him touch her hair, brushing an errant lock away from her sweaty cheek. Relena turned her face to him, the attempted smile freezing on her lips at the intense way he was watching her. Her cheeks glowed, bashfulness resurfacing despite the intimacy they had shared.
She wanted to ask him? needed to ask him? ?Where do we go from here??
The familiar sounds of barn life drifted up to them from below. An impatient resident rattled his feed trough, while another stamped her feet restlessly. The horses were all too familiar with their daily routine. Their bellies told them that the evening feed was due, and it served as a warning to the two lovers that the barn would be busy again soon. With what Relena could only hope was reluctance, Heero sat up slowly, gathering his own clothes while he passed her hers. He did not turn away as she tugged the figure hugging jodhpurs back over her hips, and there was something? comforting about the relaxed way he watched her. Something? possessive.
It was unsteady fingers that struggled to re-button her shirt, the small buttons suddenly seeming far too large for their button-holes.
?Maybe? maybe you should go down ahead? I?ll follow in a few minutes??
Heero raised a questioning eyebrow at her, before looking across at the loft ladder. The corner of his mouth tipped up in a small grin, and he reached across to pluck a long twist of straw from her hair. She cringed a little at the sight she imagined she must be.
?Relena??
There was no mistaking the inquiring voice of her training partner, even coming from outside. Quatre would be in the barn within moments, if that was indeed the direction he was headed. If one of them did not move soon, there was no way they could not be caught together. Part of her quailed at the thought.
The other part squealed loudly with glee.
?You should finish straightening yourself up.? Heero?s even tone interrupted the mental party in Relena?s head. ?I?ll go and? distract? your friend.?
This time he really did grin at her, the smile tinged with intended mischief. She could not help but smile back at him, her heart feeling strangely light and frivolous.
?Oh? And how do you plan on doing that, pray tell??
Pausing a moment before descending the rickety ladder, he levelled her with a stare that was filled with promise.
?By letting him know? that you?re my girl.?
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