~ Bound~
Chapter Five
?Cause your kisses lift me higher
Like the sweet song of a choir
You light my morning sky
With burning love?
-Elvis ?Burning Love?
(Long live the King!)
Warning: Adult content in this chapter.
Women were impossible to understand. Heero had once thought himself a capable, logical, reasonable person. That was before the President of the Earth Sphere Unified Nation had collapsed on him in a heap of tears. Now he was fairly certain he was on the brink of insanity.
He regarded the weeping woman on him before he cast his glance upwards, silently pleading with the ceiling to give him a few answers he desperately needed. Minutes ticked by, every agonizing second noted by the utterly confused and displaced man. Concluding that the dull surface of metal would provide him with about as many answers as God did- that grand total being none- he resolved to calm Relena.
Cursing divinity, mute sheets of steel, and women who were entirely too soft for their own good, he placed an unsure hand on her back.
?Relena.? He winced at his stern tone. Didn?t comforting people require a certain amount of gentleness? He was careful to make sure the bite had been taken out of his next question. ?What?s wrong??
?What?s wrong!?? Relena sobbed, ?What?s WRONG!??
She reared up, planting her hands on either side of his ribcage, glaring at him with tear stained cheeks. Heero?s breath caught as her body pressed against his, a new wave of heated impulse spiraling through his veins. His hands clenched at his sides, as he resisted the need to pull her closer, to feel more of her.
?You want to know what?s wrong. Let me count the ways! ,? Relena almost hissed, ?I?ve been drugged, handcuffed to my bodyguard and dragged all over L2. I?ve had strange, greasy men leering at me because all I can do it wear stupid TUBE TOPS??
Heero?s eyes were unwillingly drawn to the view the lowcut shirts provided.
?I?ve just found out that Howard has actually *reproduced*-?
Heero wondered what it would be like to ?reproduce? with Relena.
?-that in itself is enough to ruin my week. And you?? She trailed off.
?And you?? She tried again, but her voice broke under the strain of her emotion. She bit her lip as tears welled up once again.
Heero felt his heart clench as her voice caught- she sounded so?hurt.
?I what, Relena?? Heero asked, a hint of huskiness coloring his softly spoken question.
?You?Heero, why do you dislike me so much?? Relena?s voice wavered slightly, betraying her difficulty in voicing the question.
Heero blinked at her. ?Excuse me??
?You heard me. Ever since we?ve been handcuffed you?ve acted like you can barely stand me. You hardly talk to me. You brush me off all the time. You won?t even walk beside me. I?ve never seen anyone be so blunt in their avoidance?so I?m asking you?what did I do to make you hate me so much? And?and why did you become my bodyguard if you can?t stand me?? She tensed, obviously waiting for his answer.
He studied her carefully, a little stunned that she honestly thought he had a problem with her. But what else could she have reasoned? If he had been in her position, he would have come to the same conclusion.
The day Heero Yuy woke up to the totally unwelcome sight of a pretty girl with blue eyes clasping his flight helmet and staring down at him in concern was one that had been forever marked as ?important? in his mind. He doubted even Relena, with all her infinite wisdom, could have foreseen the tumultuous relationship that would unfold between them from that moment on. He knew *he* had been completely clueless as to where he and Relena would eventually end up. Never in his all his years of training did he believe he had a place in the world he would help create, that he would find someone he cared for and wanted.
But it had happened, and because of his annoying lack of psychic powers, Heero was totally unprepared for it when it did. Heero did not enjoy being unprepared. When he woke up next to Relena, wearing a pair of new metal bracelets- he hadn?t been prepared for that. When Relena?s closeness began to effect his judgment and actions- he hadn?t been prepared for that either. And just now when she had tearfully accused him of hating her- he *definitely* hadn?t been prepared. He was like a fish out of water- confused, uncertain. But as much as he hated feeling like bumbling idiot, he hated the fact that he had hurt Relena more. Especially when he hadn?t even realized he was doing it.
He looked into her eyes, pushed past their beauty and confidence, and finally understood what it was those fronts were hiding- her insecurity. She averted her gaze and started to rise.
?I get it. Don?t worry Heero, once these cuffs are off-?
?No!? Heero shouted, pulling her back towards him. She landed on him with a small cry. He tried to catch her gaze, but she looked away. ?Relena?I don?t hate you.?
Her eyes snapped back to his face. ?I don?t understand. You always act like I?ve done something wrong??
?It?s not you?it?s just because??
He was fighting something. Heero could feel himself struggling internally, but with what? Desire sung in his veins, and something deeper, tugged at him, confusing him.
These emotions Relena evoked- that?s what he was avoiding. He?d been resisting them for so long. What would it be like?to give in? He felt like a stripped wire- volatile, electric, bare of the casings that held it all in.
?It?s just because?? He whispered hoarsely, one hand sliding over her hip, the other tangling in her hair.
Without warning he crushed his mouth to hers. He felt Relena stiffen above him before relaxing, her delicious curves melting into his in a tempting mix of pressure and texture. Coaxing her mouth open, he swept his tongue in, eager to plunder what she offered. She responded tentatively, confused by the sudden onslaught. Heero needed more.
Breaking off their kiss he trailed his mouth along her jaw line before he turned his attention to her ear. She gasped with the sensations and instinctively pressed closer, her hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. In one deft motion he flipped her on her back and settled on top, his lips blazing a path down her throat to nip at her collarbones. Relena moaned as she felt a wave of heat take her captive. Caught up in the feelings Heero was creating she parted her legs to hug his hips, cradling the insistent push of his arousal.
Heero?s breath left him in a great ?whoosh? as he found himself pressed intimately to Relena. He could feel her heat even through the thick material of the jeans. She was responding to him- she wanted him. He looked up and saw the blue fire of her eyes- her expression was that of naked need. Suddenly his mouth was back on hers, hot and demanding, slanting over hers in a total abandon.
He felt himself losing control, his attempts to reign it back in completely in vain. Was this what he craved? It excited and scared him at the same time.
His hands were everywhere, her shoulders, her neck, her breasts. He wanted to touch every unclothed inch of her. He slipped his hands under the bottom of the tube top and encountered the silky planes of her stomach. He glided his palm upward, over her ribs, reveling in the softness of her skin. He felt her press a wet kiss to his throat and groaned as it pushed his desire to new planes.
Someone other than the two lovers on the floor cleared their throat loudly.
Relena tensed so fast Heero thought she would break in half.
Jerking around, he opened his mouth, intending to tell Howard to butt out and go get a hobby *other* than his sex life.
But the person giving Heero a slightly surprised, if somewhat smug look was *not* Howard.
Trowa raised an eyebrow at the sight of his naked friend in such an intimate position with his employer. He gave a little smirk before commenting. ?It appears I?ve arrived at an inopportune moment.?
Heero?s glare spoke volumes.
?So sorry to interrupt. I was on an errand, but it appears Duo?s intuition has proven to be more accurate than I expected. Since this is the case, my services will no longer be needed.?
Heero jerked upright at the mention of Duo. ?What do you mean ?Duo?s intuition??. Trowa, why are you here??
?I just thought you might be in need of *this*.?
A small silver key dangled from Trowa?s pointer finger.
Heero knew it was hopeless for *him* to use the key- but Relena?s lock. Relena?s lock wasn?t jammed. They could be free.
He dove, but came up short. Trowa looked down at him, slightly amused.
?Give me that key.? Heero hissed.
The biggest smile Heero had ever seen the on the former pilot of 03 beamed down at him.
?No way in hell.?
And with that Trowa walked right out the door, slamming it in Heero?s face.
?Shit!? Heero swore, racing back to the bathroom to retrieve his pants.
?Heero what are you doing?? Relena asked, dazed voice not even registering in his frenzied mind.
Then they were flying down the halls, looking desperately for Trowa and that little silver key. Heero had a good hunch where he was headed.
He intercepted him in the shuttle bay, as Trowa was pulling on his flight suit. Moving with a stealth that was impressive, even if it was hampered by the girl cuffed to him, he caught Trowa with a right hook across the jaw. Trowa, stunned by the unseen attack, stumbled backwards, allowing Heero another possible opening. Heero was too slow on the uptake however, and Trowa was waiting for his next advance.
Delivering a solid knee to Heero?s gut he watched as The Perfect Soldier fell to his knees in front of him.
?Give me the key.? Heero gasped, arms clamped around his abused abdomen.
?Heero, this is one of the best things that has ever happened to you. And I?m not going to let *anyone* spoil it. Even if that person is you. You deserve this happiness, my friend. It?s your own feelings that are keeping you from having it.?
?Happiness?!? Heero shouted, clearly exasperated. He tried to move forward but Relena was rooted to her spot. ?You call this happiness?! Not having a single moment of privacy? Hunting relentlessly for a way to remove these cuffs? Not having even an instant?s peace? You have no idea what you?re talking about. This isn?t one of the best things that?s ever happened to me. It?s one of the *worst*. Now give me the key so we can end this.?
Trowa held up the object in question and shook his head sadly. The key shone in the dull light, just beyond Heero?s reach. ?I?m sorry. I can?t.?
?Trowa, don?t make me ta-?
Out of no where, Relena?s small hand swooped in, snatching it from Trowa?s grasp. Trowa jerked his head up in amazement as she stood trembling, grasping the small silver object in her tightly clenched fist. She looked down at Heero and gave a sharp tug on the handcuffs.
?Get up.? She ordered in a deadly calm voice.
Heero felt the pit of his stomach drop. He had completely forgotten Relena was right there. What had he been saying? ?Relena, are you-??
?GET UP!? Relena almost screamed, her eyes clouded with rage.
Heero was quick to obey, and even backed up a few steps. With enough slack to be able to reach the lock on her cuff, she stuck the little key in the keyhole and turned. The chain suddenly went slack as the binding clicked off and dropped from her delicate wrist. Heero stared blankly at the chain and cuff now hanging at his side- he *should* be happy- he was free. Then why did he feel such a keen sense of loss? He raised his eyes to Relena?s.
She was giving him a look of such utter disgust it made him flinch. ?I could accept your detestment, but your blatant exploitation of my weakness is ?beyond forgivable. Don?t bother coming in to work Monday. I will see that you are re-assigned to a different project- you shouldn?t have any objections about that.? She turned her back on him, and walked over to the lockers and pulled on her flight suit.
?Trowa, I?m going with you. I?ll be waiting in the shuttle.?
And with those last words she disappeared into the shuttle.
Heero stared at her, in complete shock. There was a surreal-ness about the situation that made him tempted to pinch himself. It had to be a dream. Relena didn?t just tell him she never wanted to see him again. He didn?t just make the biggest mistake of his life.
Biggest mistake of his life? Yes, Heero realized, it was. Because the undeniable feelings that were gripping his heart in a vice were impossible to ignore. The dread he felt seeping into his bones wasn?t just a consequence of some protective affection. He knew in the moment of her rejection what it was he had been denying since day one- he was in love with her.
And she had just told him she wanted nothing to do with him.
Heero stood stalk still, overcome in the wake of his loss.
Trowa walked over, his usual blank expression in place. ?Well Yuy, you really fucked that one up.?
Trowa always did have a tendency for understatement.
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AN: Whee! This chapter was far too long in coming. It was my first lime though- so please, be gentle. I?ve been on the biggest Lilo and Stitch kick lately- not very conducive to my attempts to write citrus-y goodness. Ah well. At least I get to be entertained by the cuteness that is Stitch.
The Soundtrack:
This Kiss by Faith Hill
Mamboleo by Elissa
My Friends Over You by New Found Glory
She Moves in Mysterious Ways by U2
Desire by U2
Dolphins Cry by Live
Crash by Dave Matthews Band
Burnin? Love by Elvis (I am thinking that it?s incredibly wrong that I got my lime theme song from the Lilo and Stitch soundtrack...yeah...yeah it really is?)