Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Fairytale City ❯ Chapter Two and Epilogue ( Chapter 3 )

Fairytale City

By Andrea Sinisterra

Romance/Humor

Rated R

Standard Disclaimers Apply

 

Author's Note: Well, this is the conclusion to this story.

 

Thanks to those who have reviewed so far, I really appreciate the nice words.

 

 

Part 2

She had lost sight of the bed's geometrical pattern fifteen minutes ago, drowned under a pile of pants, skirts, shirts, dresses and even shoes. She had first thought a nice black casual suit would work fine; Jasmine was not a really formal restaurant, but it also wasn't too casual. But she decided against it because she really didn't know where, or if they would be going someplace else after dinner.

So, if by chance they went out to a club or somewhere else, a suit definitely did not work. She then decided on light blue jeans and a red silk sleeveless shirt, but thought it was too sporty.

She had tried on half a dozen pants and skirts and countless shirts when she finally decided on a dress. She chose a lapis blue imperial cut dress made of soft silk. She loved the way it hugged her body, and with silver wrap around heels, she quickly pulled on a black cotton cardigan and hurried to hail a cab to take her to East Central Park.

It was a quarter to eight when she finally made it to the restaurant, the autumn breeze shifting her loose hair and making her shiver. People strolled leisurely around her and she noticed the restaurant was doing its usual business, packed to the hilt with customers.

When she was finally led to the table, the host ever attentive despite the numerous clienteles, Relena nearly faltered when her eyes landed on him. He was dressed casually; black dress pants and black dress shirt with white thin stripes, yet all the darkness of his attire combined with his dark hair and eyes, and disarmingly flirtatious smile almost undid her.

He was not discreet when he stood up to greet her—the host already pulling out her chair—as he let his eyes rove over her body. She sat down quickly, too shy to stand up to his stare.

She was almost relieved they had the table in between them as he sat across from her. She was a little intrigued by the mixed feelings she had for him; she deduced it was all Mina's fault. She had been the one who pushed her into this, even if it had been Heero the one to invite her.

She just never expected him to ask her out. She felt like they had known each other quite some time, and that this was just another date. It was almost impossible to believe this was their first one. The mixed signals! Hadn't he been looking at her almost… wantonly just a few moments before? And at the park, he had stared at her unabashedly. Not to mention how he had openly flirted with her at Gelatiere.

“…to order?” He was saying, a curious frown on his handsome face.

“Excuse me? I was elsewhere.”

He smiled at her, one eyebrow high on his forehead. “I'll say. I was asking if you were going to order.”

Relena spotted the wine colored menu next to her on the table. “Of course, I'm starving.”

All throughout dinner she kept surprising the not so subtle glances he threw at her, his smoldering gaze sweeping over her mostly bare shoulders, neck and face. His eyes and the meaning behind his gaze kept her on her toes, her skin burning with recognition and pleased surprise as she knew she had more than met his approval.

But his tone of voice and their conversation held none of the intensity and attraction of his eyes, and by her sixth glass of wine Relena felt more relaxed on inhibited. Her laugh came easier and Heero couldn't stop staring at her, his smile caught up in his amusement.

He signaled a passing waiter for the check and as he paid the bill without blinking twice at the total; he knew he didn't want this night to end. “Let's go.”

She smiled at him, drinking the last few drops of her glass. “Where to?”

My apartment, he thought immediately, but he wasn't too sure how she would take it. Not wanting the night to end, he said the first, or rather the second thing that came to mind. “Dancing.”

A wide, pleased smile lit up her face. “You're full of surprises; I didn't know you danced.”

They hailed a cab and headed downtown to a recently inaugurated club, the hottest spot at the moment. They were allowed with no problem, without standing in the god-awful line that almost rounded the corner, the large, tough bouncer giving no qualms.

“You're a regular here?” Relena asked, thankful they were allowed in that easily.

“Not really. I guess he just saw you and was struck by how stunning you look tonight. I was just allowed in out of pity.”

Relena laughed and blushed at the same time, taken by surprise by his words. He suddenly pressed his hand to the small of her back as he led her through the crowd, a young, attractive waitress leading them to a table which was on the second floor, over looking the people, stage and dance floor below. There was a second dance floor, smaller and more private in the area they were in, a few other tables just like theirs littering the space around it.

The setting was dark with blood red lounge chairs and small tables made of some dark wood, though she doubted they were made of oak… Who would spend so much on oak when it was destined to be mistreated? She could see small burnt circles on the surface, along with scratches and other deteriorations. Flashing neon bulbs flashed at intervals along with white and green beams that ran over the dancing crowd.

There were three bars, two on the first floor and another more elegant on the second, a few paces from where they were seated.

She noticed Heero was looking somewhere else, and when she traced his line of sight, she saw he was looking at the table beside them where a bunch of guys were looking over at them, talking but their voices muted by the pounding music. They looked at her the same way Heero had looked at her earlier that night at the restaurant, but their stare made her feel uneasy.

Heero slid closer to her. “Do you want to drink something?” He asked loud enough so she could hear over the throbbing beats of the latest dance hit.

“Vodka tonic on the rocks…” Relena answered, and raised her eyes to see the same waitress from before looming over them, a small round tray under her arm.

Relena frowned as the girl looked at Heero with a glint of… lust in her eyes. He had his back to her so he couldn't see her, but if he had, he would have noticed it. The girl was so painfully obvious.

Relena placed her hand on Heero's leg, just above his knee. His eyes snapped back to her face, taken by surprise by the touch. Her eyes flickered to the waitress, a triumphant smile on Relena's lips. She squeezed his leg for good measure and leaned closer to him. “Wanna dance?”

Heero's eyes narrowed as Relena whispered her invitation in his ear, her hand still on his leg, and apparently she had no intention of removing it unless he accepted. He told the waiting bargirl they would order their drinks later and then stood up to lead Relena to the dance floor.

Relena hadn't really paid attention to what music had been playing nor to the invitation itself. She had done it more to get rid of the girl (and to assuage her jealousy) than the actual desire for dancing. But now the dance music had been replaced by the sensuous strokes of a Latin guitar and when Marc Anthony's voice rang loud through the speakers, she faltered for a moment or two. She then glanced over her shoulder and saw the waitress talking to the bartender but still looking at them, a frown on her face, and Relena's resolve hardened, letting Heero grab her around the waist, her left hand coming to rest on his shoulder, their other hands still linked.

He started moving slowly at first, guiding her into the traditional two-stepped choreography, first left and then right. She was rigid as she was pressed too firmly to his front, her breasts brushing intimately against his chest. But as the music picked its rhythm, moving from the slow introduction, to the high-beat, fast-paced salsa, she started to lose the rigidness, moving smoothly as they now switched the side to side step, into the two-sided-circular motion.

He was a really good dancer and after a few songs, he had grown bolder as he dipped her now and then, twirled her more often, guiding her from a one-linked turn into a two-link combination before he folded her back into his arms.

He was perspiring slightly, his breathing labored and she realized her state was the same as his. Her hair stuck to her back with the slight sheen of sweat that covered her skin, her breathing pattern just as labored.

She laughed when he grabbed her other hand with his and their bodies separated as he led her to a series of feet movement and then he twirled her around him and dipping her back low just as the song ended and after a few seconds of silence, the music changed of genre.

When he pulled her back up, he didn't let go of her waist, their faces inches apart. His breath was hot as it fanned against her face; his chest rising and falling against hers. She looked up into his eyes and almost gasped at the smoldering, burning blue depths.

And as if she was held in a trance, she rose on her tip-toes and pressed her lips firmly to his, taking his lower lip in between hers. She felt him draw breath sharply, and for a moment she thought he would reject her.

It only took him a few seconds to react before he kissed her back; kissing her so fiercely, the pressure of his kiss slightly bent her backwards, her arms coming around his shoulders for support.

His tongue parted her lips without hesitation, and she didn't complain. He heard her moan even through the pounding of the music. He reveled in the softness of her hair as he threaded his fingers through the silky tresses at the nape of neck, angling her head as he further deepened the kiss. His tongue stroked deliciously against hers then switched to suckle her upper lip lightly before he finally withdrew, breathing harshly as he pressed his forehead against hers.

Heero looked at her closed eyelids, savoring the heavy puffs of her breath against his lips as she tried to gain control of herself. He waited a few seconds and then she opened her eyes. They were clouded, hazed as she tried to focus on him. Without any word exchanged, he grabbed her hand, her purse which had been left at the table and left the club, hailing a cab and giving the cabbie his apartment address.

Heero didn't heed the man as he turned to her on the backseat, and claimed her lips again. Her tongue seared him and surprised him as she stroked it against his fiercely, needing no prodding. He pulled her to him, her breasts colliding against him in sweet torture.

After a couple of minutes, the cabbie cleared his throat, announcing they had arrived to their destination. Heero paid him, telling him to keep the change not really caring if it exceeded fifty dollars.

This time it was she who reached to take his hand, and he looked back at her, a little smile tugging the corners of his lips before they made it inside the building, taking the elevator and reaching his floor in record time. When they made it to his apartment door, he turned around to look at her, his eyes asking her if she was sure.

Relena smiled at him, boldly reaching a hand around his neck to bring his lips down to hers. He was surprised and pleased by the change in her behavior, elated that she seemed as eager as he was to go on with… whatever this was.

After she let go of him, he opened the door to his apartment and switched on the lights to the main foyer and living room.

It was a modest sized apartment, decorated in simple, cream textures and clear oak furniture. Large French windows overlooked the darkened Central Park, and they opened to a small but cozy terrace. She walked outside, shivering slightly as the night breeze caressed her skin and shifted her hair.

Heero stared at her back, his body reacting violently at the sight of her. He entered the kitchen, and withdrew a bottle of frozen champagne from his freezer, expertly uncorking it and taking two glass flutes from the cupboards.

“Here,” he said as he stepped onto the terrace.

“Thank you.” She smiled as she took her glass from him. He poured the champagne into both flutes. She stared at him over the rim of the glass, and felt herself blush when his eyes darkened with desire.

“Why don't you show me around?”

Heero smiled at the nervousness in her voice. She was stalling. Shaking his head in amusement, he offered her his arm, which she gladly took.

He didn't stop anywhere, but walked directly to the hall which housed two rooms. He could feel her fidget as he opened the door to the left and switched on the lights.

She gasped; her hand dropped from his elbow as she hesitantly made her way to the center of the room. Her heels clicked on the dark wooden floor, resounding as she walked around. She looked at the pictures hanging on the wall, hundreds, maybe thousands of portraits taking up every spare space of rough brick wall.

“They're amazing. This,” she paused, apparently out of words. “When I first saw your work, I was…”

When he didn't answer, she turned around and saw him leaning casually against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. “Come on.”

Relena cast a last look at the portraits and then followed him, switching the lights off and closing the door behind her.

They crossed the wide hallway to the door at the other end. It was his bedroom, and Relena faltered a moment before she squared her shoulders and followed him in.

Dark oak French windows were the first thing that greeted her; it was to the same side as the terrace and she was thrilled when she found they too, opened to a small balcony. The king-sized bed was against the right wall, dressed in navy covers and sheltered by a dark oak headboard.

There was a door at the opposite side of the bed which she supposed was the bathroom. She had been standing by the windows so when she turned around she was surprised to see a new set of portraits hanging on the wall beside the bedroom door.

It looked more like a collage of pictures; three of them were of a little girl with raven hair; her laughing green eyes sparkled at the camera; there was also one of a group of guys, the five of them with their arms thrown over each other's shoulder's, dressed in black caps and gowns… and then there was another one which was too familiar.

One of the pictures he had taken of her almost three weeks ago at Bright Lights took up the center of the collage. She looked… alive. Apparently she had been laughing when he had taken it as she seemed so… carefree.

Arms snaking around her waist startled her. “You framed it.”

Heero sucked her earlobe into his mouth as he removed her black cardigan, letting it drop to the floor. “I did.”

Relena tried to be bothered by his vague response but his mouth moving down to her neck was making it hard for her to formulate coherent sentences. She let her head drop back to rest on his shoulder, her hand coming around and behind to play with the curling strands at the nape of his neck.

He kissed her temple, drawing his kisses down to her cheek and then to lay an open, wet kiss on the side of her mouth. “You're beautiful.” He said hoarsely before he claimed her mouth in the hottest kiss so far.

He turned her around in his arms, his lips never leaving hers. Her hands smoothed up his chest, massaging lightly before she wound them around his neck, pressing her lips harder to his. She kissed him deeply; the kiss going from desperately passionate to velvety and languorous.

His hands smoothed down her upper back, down to her bottom and then up again to rest on the zipper of her dress. He drew it down slowly, all the while they kissed. She didn't complain when it was completely undone, but before he could pull the straps from her shoulders, she stopped him and pulled back.

She reached for the top button of his shirt, undoing them one by one until she could spread the shirt and remove it completely, baring his tanned chest to her. She ran her hands lightly over his skin, her fingers barely touching him. Her touch was almost ticklish.

His eyes were trained on hers, holding her gaze with his. Then she reached to pull the straps of her dress and let it fall to the floor around her feet.

He took her hand and stepped back, admiring her barely clad body. She reached behind her to unclasp the hook of her black strapless brassiere, but he stopped her, coming to stand once again in front of her and lowering his head to lay a lingering kiss on her burning shoulder. He trailed his lips to the base of neck, and he reveled in the sensation of her smooth skin against his lips. Her chest was heaving, her breath coming in rasping gasps as she felt him lower even more to lay a kiss on her sternum, just between her breasts.

He could clearly hear her heart beating rapidly in her chest and he kissed it, his lips pressed against the upper curve of left breast.

Her chest quickly expanded as she gasped.

He trailed a single finger from the skin between her shoulder blades, down her spine, over the back strap of her brassiere, to the small of her back, down the middle of her partially bare bottom before he spread his hand on one taut, nervous cheek.

Her hand reached out almost unconsciously to grab his upper arm for balance as she suddenly swiveled on shaky legs.

He chuckled against her breast, dropping to his knees in front of her. When he raised his eyes to look at her, he was surprised to find that she was already looking down at him, her eyes having had turned to midnight blue, completely glazed.

He pressed his mouth against her stomach, inhaling and then exhaling a powerful breath against her skin.

His hands went up again, and this time he did unhook the back clasp of her brassiere, letting it fall on the floor at his knees. As his hands massaged her skin down to her hips, and then hooked his fingers on the thin straps of her thong, he continued to press his lips against her belly, now and then flicking his tongue out to taste her.

Her hands grasped his shoulders for balance as he lowered the last piece of her clothing allowing her to step out from the circle of black lace.

He now trailed his hands up her completely naked body, from her ankles, up the back of her knees and thighs, to rest just below her derriere. Her skin was burning to the touch, searing his senses and leaving him breathless.

He was amazed by her. He knew she was special the moment he first laid eyes on her. She was a strong woman, yet she had that sensibility that was so latent and clear -he could see it all through her eyes. He had never felt this kind of intensity towards a woman. Seeing her change tonight, the image of her that day weeks ago, to how she looked tonight, her words and actions… feeling her body move smoothly against his awakened something in him. Something primal.

Perhaps it was when she, uncharacteristically bold, put her hand high on his leg, squeezing temptingly, provoking a sudden reaction in him that had caught him unawares; perhaps it was when she had whispered closely in his ear, her lips teasingly touching his earlobe… or perhaps it was when they had danced; how she had seemed to be consumed by it. Her eyes had been burning; her body had turned into supple silver against his hands, sinuous and pliant as he arched her back and pressed her to him whenever he got the chance…

She had caught his attention that first day; she was a unique beauty. He had convinced her to pose for him that day, it was the only way he could think of having her talk to him longer than what was necessary. And she had complied, sitting so demurely on that chair, pulling rebellious stands of her silky hair behind her ear; crossing her legs in such a prim way it made his heart -and other places -ache.

But then she had just disappeared; once the shooting session had started, she had made herself scarce. By the time he was done with it and dodging the inquisitive and somewhat personal questions of one of the models, she was already gone.

It only took him about a week to get his resolve back and ask her out. It was supposed to be personally. That morning he went to her office to pick up his check, but the moment he was about to ask for her, he chickened out and left. Only to go back and find out she was not available right now but that he could call back in five minutes. And he had.

She was trembling under his hands, her skin slick with perspiration. Her face was flushed, turned a deep shade of pink.

And it all had led down to this, to having her in his room. Could all this have really happened in one single day? After only one date? All he knew was that he had to have her, selfishly, for himself.

Possess her.

He was surprised to feel her hand on his arm, this time nudging him up. He rose to his feet, coming face to face with her, her breath hot on his face.

She closed the space between their mouths, sealing her lips to his, drawing his lower lip between hers. While she kissed him, her hands went to his waist to work on his pants, undoing his belt and then the button and zipper, pulling the pants slowly down his hips to let them fall around his feet. He kicked them away, along with his shoes and socks, standing tall and confident before her.

She trailed her hands down his sides, her fingernails lightly tickling his skin. She lowered her lips to his collarbone, letting him feel the edge of her teeth against him, before she moved lower to kiss the middle of his chest and then teasing him by running a mischievous tongue over his nipple.

She gasped, surprised, when he suddenly made a sound akin a growl and pulled her harshly against him, crushing her to his chest; his mouth demandingly sought out hers. He swept her into his arms and walked the small distance to his bed where he deposited her gently, all the while kissing her passionately.

Her arms were around his neck, her thighs bracing his hips. He was thrilled by her responsiveness, enthralled knowing she was with him a hundred percent.

…Then she put a hand to his chest and pushed him back.

Her eyes were lustrous, gleaming in the partial light of the room. Her breathing was labored, her chest moving rapidly with each intake of breath. His eyes were drawn to her breasts.

Suddenly conscious, one arm still around his shoulders, she pulled him further on top of her to hide her body from him. “What are we doing?”

Heero frowned at her, his lips thinning to a grim line. “Do you really want me to answer that?”

Her brows furrowed in defiance. Perhaps, even in doubt. Her lips formed a small pout, something, Heero knew, she was completely unaware of, a thing he found unexplainably endearing. “It's just that… I've never done this before.”

His eyes widened in shock. He pulled completely off her, sitting beside her on the bed. He looked down at her, his eyes traveling up her long milky legs, her luscious midsection, stopping a few moments on her breasts… and then up at her hesitant face. Her eyes were still a little dazed even as she blinked to try to focus.

He sighed as he drew his knees up and rested his elbows on them. “You're a virgin.”

Relena blinked at him for a moment and then burst out laughing. The dejection in his voice was too cute. “No, I'm not a virgin.” She said after a couple of minutes. “What I meant was that I've never done this,” she said, motioning to her surroundings with her hands. “With someone I've just met. I just want to know if this is going to be a one-night-stand or if you see a chance of this…progressing?”

Heero looked at her; her chest still heaved slightly and her lips were swollen a dark shade of pink. A sudden volt of pleasure shot through his body. “The question here is, what will you do if I say I intend to make this a one-night deal?”

She mimicked him by sitting up and pressing her body against her legs, effectively cutting his view of her breasts and hips. “I'd prefer it if you would just answer my question.”

Her tone had a deadly coldness to it that did not go unnoticed by Heero. He sighed. “I don't know. I was thinking we could just see where this night ends.”

Relena laughed. “I think it's pretty obvious where this night is going to end.” She said as Heero raised an eyebrow at her words. She crawled over to him, her doubts having suddenly melted away. “Let's make this an evaluation trial.”

She sealed her words with a deep kiss, pushing him softly down to the bed with her weight on him. Her hair fell around her face, spilling over his shoulders as she lowered her lips to his neck, sucking the skin.

Heero groaned, bracing her waist with his large hands, her lower body gracing his groin in torture. His navy briefs were pulled tight by the straining of his arousal and it was all he could do not to flip them over and bury himself in her forever.

Relena pulled back and sat on his stomach, her hands running from his shoulders to outline the lines of muscles on his abdomen. When she moved lower on his body, settling on his thighs, he bit back a moan as her hands settled on the line of cotton at his hips.

She pulled the dark blue undergarment down his body, exposing him to the cold of the room and her eyes. She smiled in appreciation before she made her way back up his body, kissing him deeply once more, settling her body directly on top of his, applying pressure to his arousal.

He did groan this time, turning them both over as he came to settle between her thighs. While they kissed, he trailed a hand down her flushed body to the apex between her legs, his thumb finding her clitoris at once and pressing firmly on it, making her hips buckle automatically.

Her expression was closed, her eyes wide in surprise. She wound one arm around his neck; the other grasped the blue sheets tightly, crunching the cloth in her frantic grasp.

She gasped his name loudly when he slipped two fingers inside her, drawing them out slowly only to plunge them again at the same agonizing pace. She whimpered lightly, her hips moving in synchronicity with his thrusts.

He lowered his head to kiss her heaving breast, running his tongue lightly over the puckered pebble before drawing it in his mouth. He kept his eyes on her, fascinated by the play of emotions in her face. Her legs trembled as they framed him, and by the feeling of her around his fingers, how she pulsated, he knew she was very close to her climax.

Kissing her lips lightly, he finally pressed his thumb once again her clit, rubbing for a few seconds until she gasped loudly and crumbled apart before his eyes. She closed in around his fingers reflexively, as if trying to keep him there forever.

He waited a few seconds for her to regain control of her limbs, withdrawing his fingers from her sheath. “When I asked you out this morning, I never thought I would get the chance to do this to you. This is way more than what I originally bargained for.”

Her voice was raspy as she chuckled lightly, her skin lightly covered in sweat. “I can't say I disagree with you. Yet,” she started as she reached between their bodies to grasp his arousal. “I'm not complaining.”

Heero's eyes closed in near agony, letting her maneuver him into her waiting passage. He was straining to keep himself still as he suspended his body over hers by his elbows on the mattress, but she wasn't making it easy for him, especially when she brought her legs up around his hips, and ran a thumb in circles on the tip of his manhood at the same time. He gasped out her name, finally letting the tip enter her, slowly inching until he was buried to the hilt in her.

She let out a sigh of pleasure as she lay back, bringing him down with her. He rested his head between her shoulder and neck, kissing her skin as he started thrusting slowly. The first few thrusts were experimental, allowing her to settle to the feel of him, and after a few moments, he picked up his pace, pushing into her deeply and pulling out almost completely only to thrust in again.

Her fingers pressed against his back, her head was thrown back as she breathed raggedly every time he pushed in deeply.

He kissed her upturned chin, moving downwards to kiss her throat and then up again to settle his lips on her jaw line.

She was pressed flush against him; her arms tight around his neck, their midsections pressed tightly together and her legs wound around his hips. Her body heat was intoxicating, blurring his senses, scattering his thoughts beyond recovery.

She made an odd sound deep in her throat, like a word cut short, or a moan cut off completely, seconds before he felt her start to contract around him, making his rhythm falter a pace as he was caught off guard.

Sweat beaded at his temples as he continued to thrust into her, the pleasure inside him almost reaching its boiling point. She suddenly stopped moving altogether, her eyes shut tight before she let out a loud moan that left her breathless.

Her arms slackened around his neck, and after a few moments, with her tightening so deliciously close around his, he came too, groaning his name into her neck as his movement slowed down progressively to a complete halt.

Their breathing pattern was synchronized, they realized, as they both tried to gain some semblance of control and energy back into their bones. She moaned when he withdrew from her, but settled back when he snaked an arm under her shoulder and folded her back into his arms.

“That was…” He started, but slowly trailed off, unable to find a word that made it justice.

Relena laughed airily. “Amazing.”

She sat up suddenly and when he saw what she was doing, he laughed out loud. “Forgive me; I guess I was in a rush to get you undressed.”

Relena laughed, too, undoing the last lace of her high-heeled sandals. “That's okay. It would've happened to me too had you not taken care of it yourself.”

“Oh,” He said; his voice was full of sleepy humor as he pulled her back down beside him when she was done. “So you were also in a rush to get me naked.”

Relena smiled as she closed her eyes, waiting for the sandman to finally claim her. “Of course, I told you, I had no complaints.”

He smiled as he watched a few seconds before he finally closed his eyes too and fell asleep.

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Epilogue

Sunshine spilling from the opened windows woke her the morning after. She stretched languorously, relishing the delicious feeling that simple action brought to her unexpectedly aching, sore body.

She reached beside her and when her hand encountered blank sheets and more empty space, she frowned as her heart started beating at an unhealthy pace.

Yes, she should have expected this. He had warned her!

“The question here is, what will you do if I say I intend to make this a one-night deal?”

She almost growled in fury, having had allowed that asshole to trick her like that, even if it had been her sole choice to continue with the evaluation trial.

She groaned even harder.

A sudden crash coming from outside made her jolt from her thoughts and start in surprise.

Sliding off from bed, she made her way around the room, collecting her clothes when she realized her dress was not among the scattered items on the floor. She groaned again, frustrated. Grabbing the first misplaced shirt she could find lying on a chair in front of a huge mirror, she put it on, trying to ignore the hickeys on her chest and neck.

Her cell phone started ringing shrilly and she rushed to her purse, locating the stupid thing and answering, more to stop the ringing than having the desire to really talk to the person calling.

“Hey, slut!”

Relena sighed. She realized she had put on the shirt Heero had been wearing last night, so it still smelled strongly of his aftershave. She closed her eyes as she let the scent envelop her. “Hello, Mina.”

“`Hello, Mina' ? I rang your apartment and you didn't answer, so this means we're at the hottie's house?”

Relena opened the door slowly, stepping outside on silent feet, intent on finding Heero and/ or her dress. “Yes, but I'm not sure if he's still here.”

Mina squealed. ”My babe had her first one-night-stand!”

Relena laughed softly in spite of herself. “You truly are unique, Mina. The thing is, I can't find my dress, so I can't really just leave!”

Mina's tone turned serious. “Want me to go pick you up? I'll bring you something to wear.”

“Thanks, babe, I really appreciate it.” Relena came upon the kitchen, catching Heero supervising a pan, a kitchen rag over his shoulder. “Never mind, Mina.”

“Good morning.” Heero greeted, smiling, a spatula in his hand.

”Good morning!”

“We'll talk later. Bye.” Relena smiled, walking further into the kitchen and claiming a stool at the isle in the center of the room. “'Morning.”

He placed a plate in front of her with a small, funny flourish. She eyed it wearily.

He caught her look with a small smile of disdain on his part. “Just so you know, I make the best freaking Benedict eggs in New York, you should feel honored.”

Relena laughed. “Okay. I am honored. It's the first time a man's ever cooked for me, that's all.”

“Well,” He sat down in front of her, handing her a plate with two toasts and then serving her a glass of orange juice from a pitcher. “Then I'm the one who should be honored. Eat up; they're not the same when cold.”

Relena smiled at him, shaking her head slightly before she cut a small piece and ate it. They were really delicious… Not like him, though.

She flushed at her own thoughts, especially when her skin tingled.

“Your ears are pink. Mind sharing your thoughts?”

Relena shook her head quickly, taking a sip of her juice when a piece of toast got stuck in her throat. “I'd like to keep them to myself, thank you.”

“Okay.” He said, settling back to finish his meal. “Maybe you could show them to me later?”

She blushed. “Evaluation trial?”

He raised an eyebrow at her, a small smile on his face. “I think we've gone beyond this trial. Let's call this evaluation period terminated, shall we?”

“Will we be keeping the product, or are we sending it back?” She asked, even though she knew the answer.

“I don't know about you, but I intend to keep it to myself.”

Relena walked around the table to his side, stepping into the space between his opened legs. His arms circled around her. “Won't you share it with me?”

He smiled softly, his eyes already heavy lidded. “Okay, but only with you.”

“I can live with that.” She managed to whisper just before his lips came down on hers passionately.


The End.