GW and its characters don't belong to me but to Sunrise/SOTSU Agency and such.

I've no claim or anything of that nature to Depeche Mode and the song Enjoy the Silence.

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"Heero? Heero? Are you listening to me Heero?" I open my eyes and sigh; I am staring straight at her.

"I'm listening Relena."

She still has somewhat of a frown on her face. "I know you never have much to say, Heero, but at least can't you try and carry on a conversation with me that consists of more than twenty words, if that."

I feel myself frowning as well. I know she doesn't mean to come off as nagging, but that's what it sounds like and it's irritating as hell. But, I understand that to her communication consists of actual speaking, she's a diplomat, that's all she does is talk. It's part of her nature. Can't she see that my silence is merely a part of mine?

//Words like violence

Break the silence

Come crashing in

Into my little world

Painful to me

Pierce right through me

Can't you understand

Oh my little girl//

She averts her eyes from mine and turns from me, her head hung low. At first I think I hear her cry, but I know better, she has come past the point of tears with me. My heart breaks to see her so hurt, but I hurt to. For as much as we mean to each other, in some ways we are so different. I cross the room over to her and fold her into my arms. She lays her head against my shoulder and declares her love for me as she has many times. I ditto her back the same message. She smiles just slightly now, and turns to me; she is still in my embrace. We kiss tenderly and I know that this is all I ever need in the world. This is a perfect, unspoiled moment that does not need to be tainted by words.

//All I ever wanted

All I ever needed

Is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm//

I feel her body melt into mine as our kiss deepens. My fingers glide up under her shirt and onto her breasts; her nipples are hard underneath the thin sheer material. She catches a sharp breath as my thumbs rub lightly across the nubs. I clench my teeth feeling her fingertips slide a little at the waist of my slacks, fumbling with the button and zipper, as I am unhooking the back of her bra. I lift her shirt along with it up and over her head; her hair spills back around her body as it is released from the neck of her sweater. I step back and take off my own shirt and pants, she slides off her skirt leaving only her panties on. I smile at the teddy bear design on them.

What is with her and teddy bears? Sometimes it's hard to believe she's twenty-three, but the part of her that still remains young and optimistic is what I love the most about her. We come together again, this time in a much more forceful embrace, forceful kiss. She's filling my senses with her smell, her touch, her soft moans. I see her blue eyes glossed over with lust and I can taste the salt of her sweet skin. I need her. I need her now.

I push her gently on the bed. She scoots back into the middle, sitting with her legs spread; she giggles. Her eyes so innocent and yet so evil, daring me to make my move, daring me to fall to temptation. I lean over her, caging the top part of her body with my arms and the lower part of her body is pinned by the weight of my lower self; the predatory animal inside of me is overtaking me. She is laying flat on her back now, her breathing heavy as her hands glide down her hips; she wiggles, flipping her panties to the side with a twist of her ankle. "That's better don't you think, Heero?" She opens her mouth to say something else, but I don't want to talk, I do not want words to ruin this moment.

I cover her open mouth, still she tries to mumble something; her tongue grazes over my teeth I bite down gently and catch it in between. She gets my point and tries to say no more. Her hands have been between us, caressing my member and now my erection is getting painful, needing relief. I adjust myself and then she guides me in, as if I need help, but her hands upon me anywhere intoxicates me. I thrust inside of her, she releases a quick breath and I can tell she wants to speak, but as I begin to move inside of her, back and forth, slow, but hard, she bites her own tongue. Is she finally beginning to understand how so much more can be said without the use of words? How one's actions cannot betray one's true feelings as words can?

//Vows are spoken

To be broken

Feelings are intense

Words are trivial

Pleasures remain

So does the pain

Words are meaningless

And forgettable//

I seethe air between my teeth and groan, the build-up inside of me beginning to overwhelm me. I hear her cry softly, the special sound she makes, high pitched and airy as if it is coming from the depths of her very soul. I am so close. I pull her so tight against me, wondering if she can even breathe. Oh god, that sound drives me wild, she feels so wonderful, so tight…"ahh!" I hold my breath for a second, thrusting inside her a final time, releasing part of myself deep into her womb. I hear her moan and feel her arms drawing me closer to her, as if that is possible.

I kiss her shoulder and lay my head upon her the spot where my lips had just been a second ago. I notice she does not say a word, but I know she is still awake because I feel her fingers stroking the fine hairs at the nape of my neck. I shiver a second and then close my eyes. Relaxing in the calmness of the afterglow heavenly silence wraps us in its blanket. Still locked onto each other; I feel as if we are the only two people in the world.

//All I ever wanted

All I ever needed

Is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm//