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Heero's head buzzed, his body going simultaneously warm and numb. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling. He stared at Relena where she laid on the bed. His heart pounded. His body knew exactly what he wanted to do, and was responding accordingly. But Heero wasn't drunk enough to cave into his impulses. Not entirely.
But he was feeling relaxed enough to lie down beside her, in the opposite direction of her body, so that their heads were close while he propped his feet up against the headboard. Relena was right; relaxing felt good. He closed his eyes in contentment and all the tension he'd been carrying flowed out of him as he concentrated on the sound of Relena breathing softly beside him. They were close enough that her hair tickled his ear.
"Heero," she said softly, "do you really think sex is gross?"
His eyes flew open, and he worked to calm himself. "I said the drink, 'sex on the beach,' was gross..."
Relena prattled on as if she hadn't heard him. "I was going to ask how you'd know. Unless you'd done it already and hadn't told me." She turned her head to look at him, and they were nose to nose. Heero's mouth dropped open.
"No… I haven't," he admitted. Relena's face relaxed and she smiled.
"Good," she whispered. And, before Heero knew what was happening, she tipped her chin up and kissed him, upside down. It was a light kiss - more of a peck - and she broke it off almost as quickly as it happened, giggling and turning her face away.
Heero was shellshocked. He bolted upright, his head spinning. Now what was he supposed to do?
Relena's voice stopped him in his tracks, but did nothing to keep his mind from reeling out of control. "What do you think of sex on the beach, then?" she asked innocently.
Heero cleared his throat and tried to recover. "Overrated," he said flatly.
"Really?" She turned to look at him again before propping herself up on her elbows. "That's one of my fantasies you know." She closed her eyes and sighed wistfully, tipping her head back. "It's on my bucket list."
Heero frowned. Partially at her macabre words, and partially because, with her chest propped up like that, she looked kissable. Very kissable. Like she was asking him to, really.
"You're too young to have a bucket list," he said scornfully, resisting the growing urge to pounce on her.
"I disagree, given our chosen vocations," she said softly. "It's just the world we live in. We never know if we even have tomorrow, Heero." She opened her eyes and turned them on him. His heart stirred at her words. He lifted a hand to her face and stroked her cheek.
"That may be true, but you don't have to worry about all that." He frowned, searching for the right words. His head was still swimming. "That's… my job."
Relena nodded and lifted an arm, reaching for him. Heero pulled her into his arms, cradling her to his chest as he leaned back against the pillows. She nuzzled against his neck and let out a heavy sigh as her hands found their way into his hair.
"I don't want you to worry, either," she whispered, pulling back to look at him. Heero pressed his forehead to hers.
"I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, Relena," he vowed. "You leave that up to me."
She bit her lower lip and nodded, resting her hands on his chest. Heero had to struggle to suppress the moan that rose up in the back of his throat. The things he wanted to do…
"Tell me," she said softly, her eyes dancing up at his. "What's on your bucket list, Heero?" Her question caught him off guard. He reached up to ruffle her hair.
"I don't have one," he said simply. "But then I never planned on living this long."
"Fair enough." Relena tugged at his shirt. "Then… where's the craziest place you'd ever have sex?" Heero's eyes widened.
"I… haven't thought about it." Relena's eyes rolled.
"Oh, sure you have…"
"Fine," Heero relented, knowing he should be embarrassed to share with Relena. For some reason, though, he wasn't. "In my Gundam," he admitted. "Although, it's too late, now…"
Relena's eyes bulged. Then she burst out laughing.
"Oh, Heero…"
Duo's head felt fuzzy as he blinked awake.
"Hilde?" he mumbled, then realized he was cuddling a couch cushion. "Ugh. Bummer." He raised bleary eyes to look up at the TV screen on the wall, and saw the zombie movie he'd started was still going, a throng of mindless creatures rushing straight for him. "Ah! Dammit." He winced. "I hate those fast zombies. Scary motherf-"
He stopped and sniffed the air. It smelled like something was… burning. Duo frowned, wondering what it could possibly be.
"Someone must be cooking somethin'," he muttered, picking up the TV remote. "Meh, I'm tired of fuckin' zombies…"
He stopped flipping when he came to an old Hollywood musical. The brightly-dressed dancing characters practically lept off the screen, and Duo found himself singing along.
"Good morninnnnnnn', good morrrrrrnin', good MORNIN' TO YOUUUUUU!"
He was still clutching the couch cushion and eyed it warily. "Now don't you tell anyone about this, or we're gonna have a little problem here. Comprendo?"
The cushion didn't answer him and Duo shrugged. "Okay. Cool. I'm gonna get another beer. Ya want anything? Nah? Allrighty, then."
He swung his legs over the couch and stumbled toward the kitchen.
Relena knew it was downright wicked of her, but she was secretly enjoying watching the struggle in Heero's eyes.
She knew that look well. Over the past few months, since Heero joined her detail full-time, she started seeing that look cross his face fairly often. She tried to pretend that she couldn't help it, but she relished seeing him get all… hot and bothered. And, admittedly, often did whatever she could to press his buttons. Heero just looked so adorably flustered and frustrated, staring at her as if she were an intricate part of the Zero System he was trying to engineer.
Sometimes, just sometimes, that look would lead to more. An unexpected stolen kiss, or two. Those moments, too, had ramped up in frequency lately, although the two of them were rarely truly alone.
Relena's goal was to change that. Starting now.
So far, they were off to a good start, hidden away in her hotel room together. The tequila, she decided, had been a very good idea. Not only had she succeeded in getting the indefatigable Heero Yuy to relax, and open up a little more... he was even talking about sex, of all things. And talking about it, Relena decided, was the next best thing to having it. At the very least, it got them a little closer.
She'd always enjoyed probing Heero about all sorts of topics. But this one had to be her new favorite.
"So… how would that work, anyway?" she asked him with a smirk.
"What?" Heero's brow furrowed, and he looked even more adorably bewildered.
"Sex in a Gundam." Relena giggled into her hand.
Heero's eyes widened briefly, but then he relaxed his features. "You would have to sit on my lap." His lips curved upward. Relena gasped playfully.
"Oh, so you picture me in this scenario?"
"Who else," Heero deadpanned. "I don't like just anyone touching my mobile suit."
Relena gaped at him for a beat before erupting in laughter. It was as if Heero Yuy had been waiting his whole life to tell that joke. She peered up at him through her tears - she couldn't help but tear up when she laughed that hard - and was rewarded with a rare smile. One that reached his eyes. Then he started laughing, too. Relena collapsed against his shoulder, still giggling. She clung to Heero, grateful for their growing bond that allowed them - with the help of a little alcohol - to share moments like these.
She felt his hands come up to rest on her lower back, pulling her closer to him than she already was. She nestled further into his shoulder, wondering if she should think of it as a more-than-friendly embrace. But then she felt... something against her leg as he held her, and her face instantly flamed. No, there was nothing merely friendly about this… and, anyway, they had kissed before.
And she wanted to do it again. As soon as possible.
Relena slowly raised her head off of Heero's shoulder and pulled her face back just enough to look him in the eye, so that their noses were almost touching. A memory flicked through her mind, of the first time their faces were ever that close, knowing that they absolutely would have kissed in that moment- if not for the damn spacesuit helmets they wore. But in that moment she had forgotten all about that, and had thought, for certain, it was going to be her first kiss with Heero. Her first kiss ever. But then he'd smiled and pushed her away, severing their contact, and she couldn't help but fear the worst - that they may be parted forever. Now, she smiled at the memory, and the way things had turned out. So much better than she'd even hoped.
Heero was looking at her, too, but his smile had faded. His eyes were hooded, pensive. Curious. He lifted his hand and brushed strands of Relena's hair off her face, but otherwise neither of them moved. Finally, Relena just closed her eyes, and waited. After a moment, she was rewarded with the touch of his lips against hers. She smiled as their lips parted, glad she had decided to let him make the first move.
Relena could count on one hand how many times they had done this. But this kiss was different. Deeper. She felt as if Heero were trying to pull him into her. Absorb her. His hands grasped the back of her neck, tangling in her hair, as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Relena eagerly granted him entry, enjoying the new sensation of his tongue against hers. Their past kisses had been quick and chaste, but this one was slower in comparison, and much… wetter. Eventually Relena had to break contact with Heero, just to breathe, but as soon as they'd both caught their breaths, they were back at it again.
They moved against each other and Relena found herself almost on top of Heero, but then he rolled her back against the mattress so that he was practically straddling her. His eyes flashed before his lips returned to hers. Relena was starting to get the impression that he liked to be in control.
As they continued to kiss Heero's hands began to roam, but his touches were light and gentle wherever they landed. Cautious. Respectful, even. Relena knew, without a doubt, that Heero respected her. So much that she was surprised he was even doing this. But she was glad they'd manage to break down the invisible barriers between them enough to get this far, and she hoped she wouldn't jinx it by overanalyzing…
Thankfully, Heero's mind must have been numb to whatever doubts and fears usually seemed to keep him from pursuing a more physical relationship with her. He didn't seem distracted or worried at all, as he stopped kissing her long enough to look her in the eye, and give her a little smirk, before reaching down and pulling up the hem of her nightgown.
Relena's breath caught as Heero dragged the flimsy garment up and over her head. She raised her arms to make it easier on him, and he peeled it off of her, then dropped it on the floor. She flushed, lying there next to Heero in just her bra and panties, vulnerable and exposed. She watched as his gaze dragged over her body, and a smirk continued to play on his lips. She decided he must like what he was seeing. Then she felt a rush of heat as he snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her back against him, kissing her fully on the lips.
Their kisses began to grow in passion, and Relena could feel every sensation intensify as Heero's hands drifted over her bare skin. She wanted to start undressing him, too; it was only fair, after all. If she was going to bare herself to him, she hoped he would be just as willing. But then he reached up of his own accord and loosened his tie until the loop was big enough to pull over his head. Relena couldn't keep the smile from her face as she began unbuttoning his dress shirt, although she was suddenly too shy to make eye contact. Her cheeks burned as she completed the task, opening his shirt to reveal a white tank top beneath. Heero slipped out of his dress shirt and yanked his undershirt over his head. Relena couldn't help but grin when she took in his taut muscles; she knew he worked out all the time, and he was just the right amount of toned. In fact, she thought, everything about him was just about perfect. The closest thing to perfection in human form.
She ran her hands over his chiseled chest and abdomen and was surprised to see his muscles retract. His back arched and his eyes flashed at her.
"What's wrong?" she asked, resting her hands against his chest.
"It… tickles," he admitted. Relena giggled and rested her head in the place where his neck met his shoulder.
"Sorry," she murmured. "I can't help myself."
"Hn." She felt his hands fumbling with her bra strap, and she drew in a sharp breath.
"Heero?" she whispered, too shy again to meet his eyes.
"Yes?"
"Are we… really doing this?"
His hands paused. "If you want."
Relena lifted her head to look in his eyes. They were ocean-blue and serene. She smiled, relieved to see for now, at least, the storm clouds that were often there had parted.
"We can stop, if you want," he added, resting his hands against her back.
She didn't want to stop. Not ever. She had wanted this for a while now, but hardly even allowed herself to go there in her mind, not even in her wildest dreams. Her feelings for Heero were clear and uncomplicated, but the lust burning inside her was new and… terrifying. Sure, it was easy enough to flirt and tease him, but when it really came down to it…
Was she ready?
Her heart fluttered wildly as she looked at Heero. She couldn't think of anything to say, although she knew a simple "yes" or "no" would suffice. But if they stopped now, when, if ever, would they find themselves in this position again? Part of Relena feared Heero would fall back on protocol the minute they were back in Brussels. Or perhaps even the next day. A new fear prickled in her chest. What if, after tonight, he ended up regretting the whole thing, blaming it on the booze, and dismissing it as if it never happened?
No. Her mind raced along with her heart. Heero wouldn't do that… Would he?
"Relena…" His voice, low and husky, cut into her panicked thoughts. He frowned, and she was anxious over what he might have to say. What if he wanted to call the whole thing off, after all?
His brow furrowed, and his nose twitched, sniffing the air. He jerked his head over his shoulder and looked toward the bedroom door.
"Is something… burning?"
