Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ First Date ❯ First Date ( One-Shot )

First Date
A short RX1 Lemon
by Cat Who

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Disclaimer: I don't own and never will own Gundam Wing, or any of the characters in this fic. Please don't sue me. I write this type of thing only to save my sanity. I'm a poor college student, and the Japanese Entertainment industry gets all my extra money as it is.
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"Hey, Relena, is that Heero?" Dorothy Catalonia said in surprise. She and the Vice Foreign Minister, Relena Darlian, were enjoying tea in the British section of Colony One. The cafe was open air, and the tables spilled onto the brightly lit, crowded colony street. Dorothy pointed to the boy in question, and Relena turned quickly, her heart thudding in anticipation. She'd never gotten over her schoolgirl crush on Heero Yuy, even though she hadn't seen him in almost two years.

The boy turned towards them, and Relena felt her heart leap into her throat. It _was_ Heero. He'd broadened a bit, so that she had trouble recognizing him from the back, but she'd know that sloppy hairstyle and grim expression anywhere.

"Should I call him over?" Relena asked her secretary. Dorothy eyed Heero critically, then shook her head no.

"He's felt like you're chasing him from day one. Try to catch his eye. If he's at all interested, he'll at least come over to talk."

Relena damped down her disappointment. Of course, Dorothy was right. Still, her heart cried to Heero, Look at me! Look! I've waited two years for you to realize how much you mean to me. Heero!

The boy started, as if someone had touched hum unexpectedly. He chanced to glance in her direction, and caught her eye, and Relena stared openly, daring him to come across the street. He matched her stare for stare, then took a hesitant step in her direction. Relena willed him to come over. He stepped again, this time more firmly, and strode across the street to her cafe table.

"Relena, Dorothy," he said in gruff acknowledgement, nodding to Dorothy. "It has been a while."

"It has," Relena agreed. Then, hating herself, she resorted to polite social convention. "How are you, Heero?"

He glanced at Dorothy, as if gauging the importance of her presence, then answered, "I've done okay."

"That's good to hear." Relena hated not knowing what to say. With Dorothy there, she couldn't exactly fall to her knees and declare her undying devotion to Heero. Evidently, Dorothy felt the awkwardness too, and in an uncharacteristic moment of tact, she excused herself to the ladies room.

"I've missed you, Relena," Heero said when she was gone, surprising Relena.

"Missed me?" she said, quirking her mouth. Heero sat down in Dorothy's vacated seat.

"I've missed you. I see you all the time, on the TV, in the news, but that isn't the real you. I've missed chasing you around trying to kill you."

Relena smiled openly this time. Heero's face was deadpan, but by the sparkle in his eyes she knew he was teasing her.

"I've missed being chased around and asking you to kill me. You never did complete that part of your mission."

"I'm glad I didn't. The world would have been a sorrier place without you." He stretched out his legs, and rested his clasped hands on his stomach. "You've done very well as a politician. You've managed not to become corrupted."

"Well, thank you, I think," Relena said, wryly. She sipped her tea, and simply looked at Heero. I will NOT make the first move, she scolded herself. Dorothy is right. Its all up to him. If he feels the same way, then he'll come forward.

"Relena," Heero said softly.

"Yes, Heero?"

The man once known as the perfect soldier looked almost nervous. Relena could have sworn he was blushing. "Relena, we need to catch up on old times, out of public. Would you like to meet for dinner sometime?"

Relena wanted to whoop for joy. She wanted to leap onto the table, and dance the cha cha. She wanted to run through the streets, throwing confetti in the air. She wanted to reach over and kiss Heero right on the mouth, and ask him to marry her.

"I'd love to," she said demurely.

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He picked her up that Friday night in a well loved vintage groundcar, obviously painstakingly restored and running in perfect condition. Relena smiled. The affection for his Gundam had evidently transferred over to more mundane things, like the Before Colony 202 Chevrolet.

They had decided on a nice quiet Chinese resteraunt, the Peking, on the first quadrant of the colony. They spoke quietly, talking of politics and friends lost or found. Relena learned that Duo and Hilde had gotten married by accident on a trip to Las Vegas, but were happy nonetheless. She told him about Sally and Wu-Fei, who had been known as the best Preventer team until Sally announced to the world her sudden retirement last month, due to, well, pregnancy. And of course everyone in the world knew of Quatre Winner's passionate affair with Trowa, and talked about that particular relationship for a long time. Dorothy had been disappointed, and had declared herself celibate as a result.

But the dinner passed quickly, and Relena began to grow giddy at the prospect of the evening ahead.

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He walked her to the door of her apartment, and they talked for a few moments.

"Heero, thank you. It was great catching up on all the gossip." She smiled as prettily as she could, keeping her eyes warm.

"Hnn," he said, hesitantly touching her cheek.

"Want to come inside for some coffee?" she asked, fitting the key into the apartment lock. Don't push, she reminded herself. Let him take control.

"I...I don't know if I should," he said, backing away a bit. Relena cursed herself.

"Just coffee, Heero. Between friends?" She held the door open invitingly, cocking her head to one said, staring him in the eye. He looked as though he was about to bolt, but she willed him with all her charm to stop being suck a scaredy cat, and he finally gave in with a resigned sigh.

She watched him enter, awkwardly, and turned to face him, locking the door with a feline smile. Oh yes. Just coffee.

Tired of waiting for Heero to make the first move, Relena pounced.

Heero never even knew what happened until he found himself on the couch, underneath her, as she kissed him frantically. Whatever had been holding him back before left him suddenly, and he responded to her attention eagerly, kissing her back nearly as violently as she'd kissed him. They kissed wildly, their tongues doing a mating dance that should have qualified as a sex act all on its own, and she ran her hands through his hair, marveling at the soft texture.

Finally, he broke away, staring at her with wide, disbelieving eyes.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time now, Heero," she whispered, touching his lips with her fingertips.

"I could tell," he said, his voice cracking. "I would never have expected it from you, though..."

"Heero," she said in as seductive a voice as she could muster, "I've wanted to do much more." Throwing caution out the window, she boldy traced her hand along his chest, sitting up as she did so, until she was stradling his hips. His eyes widened even more as she dipped into his jeans and found her prize, which came to life underneath her hand.

"Relena...?" he began, but she silenced him with her free hand, and began kneeding his ardor. Heero bucked beneath her, and Relena decided to make the access to her newfound treasure easier. She unzipped his jeans, and pulled down his boxers.

"Glorious," she whispered, and, sliding herself down his legs, took him in her mouth.

She'd heard the analogy "velvet covered steel" before, but she'd never understood it before, not really. He was hard and so soft all at the same time. She ran her tongue along his foreskin, remembering from a Jane magazine exactly where his most sensitive spot would be. Heero writhed under her, his hands fisting in her hair as she continued her ministrations. She took as much of him in her mouth as she could, avoiding the instinct to choke. In her inexperience she wasn's sure how large he was, but he was plenty big enough to fill her whole mouth, and some maidenly part of her wondered exactly how much it would hurt when he entered her for the first time. Her fingers played with the loose skin around the base of his shaft, dropping lower to massage the rest of his package, also swollen with the blood heat she herself was feeling. She fucked him with her mouth, and finally nipped the very tip of his manhood gently with her teeth, which triggered his climax. She was surprised at the taste; it was salty, and not nearly as bad as she'd been led to expect, so she swallowed and suckled the rest of him clean.

He was panting beneath her, his eyes wild, his ardor now limp and soft, but she intended to change the last as quickly as she could. She stripped her blouse off efficiently, tossing it on the floor next to the Chesterfield couch, unheeded. Heero watched her without an expression as he saw her breasts for the first time.

"Beautiful," he murmered. She frowned at him, and he blushed. Relena wanted to laugh -- she'd made the Perfect Soldier blush? Oh, she was enjoying this far too much.

"No more talk from you," she said sternly, and pulled his shirt off. She then leaned forward, teasting her breasts against his bare chest, lightly nipping and tasting where she pleased. Heero grabbed her shoulders, silently begging her to stop the torture. Relena continued her downward journey, pausing only to confirm that he was once again ready, then slid down toward his feet, pulling off his shoes and then his jeans and boxers. She then had to get up to take off her own skirt and panties, but she held him fixed with a mirror of his own Death Glare.

Finally, with them both stripped bare of any scrap of clothing, she straddled him again, the tip of him just against her, maddening them both.

"Um, Heero," she said, suddenly shy, which made no sense considering her shameless behavior only moments before, "this is my first time, so..."

"It's mine too. But we seem to be doing pretty good so far," he said evenly, offering her the faintest quirk of the corner of his mouth.

Relena's eyes brightened. He was enjoying this! With that thought, she impaled herself on him, gasping as her membrane broke. The pain was intense, but thankfully brief, and she wriggled down further, until she'd managed to take all of him in. It felt good and full, and so right, and she moved up, loathing the loss of him, then plunged down again. She braced one hand on the back of the couch and the other on his chest. He reached to grasp her waist, and so caught up in the passion was she that she forgot who was supposed to be in charge, and let him. She rode him wildly, finding her release at the very thought that this was Heero, Heero whom she'd adored for so long, Heero who for all his bravery and courage, was afraid of her.

"Heero!" she cried, slamming down on him one last time, and she felt him spill his seed in a white hot torrent inside of her. She remembered to be belatedly grateful that she'd had her birth control shot last week, as most likely neither of them had a condom on them, and it was too late anyway. She collapsed on him, feeling like her joints had all turned to jelly.

"That was..." he managed to gasp out. She kissed his neck softly, and finished his thought for him.

"Nice, wasn't it?"

"Yeah," he breathed, and stroked her hair.

She giggled and rolled off of him. "I'm sorry if I was too forward. But I got tired of waiting." She snuggled into the curve of his chest, contented. She'd won him, finally.

"I didn't mind," he said, gently kissing her nose. "But I'm on top next time."

Relena smiled to herself. She had her own ideas about that...