Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Humidity ❯ One-Shot

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Humidity

Some random 1XR PWP lemony silliness. Relena POV. NC-17.

Takes place between episodes 31 and 33, sometime. You guess when is best. ^_^ And Gundam Wing is not mine, this I know, please, don't sue...

by Cat Who

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Hot. It was so hot. Relena flopped over in her bed, and tossed her remaining bedsheet aside. The airconditioning in the school's wing of the Sanq Palace had gone out earlier that evening. It wasn't that Sanq was a very hot place; it was actually much cooler than some of the Colonies she had stayed on as a girl, but then again it wasn't the heat that was killing her, it was the humidity. Everything was so sticky. She'd gone from her usual prim flannel nightgown to a sheer silk one, then tossed her comforter and blankets aside, all to no avail. It was just too uncomfortable.

Knowing that Heero was a few rooms down the hall wasn't helping, either. Relena could just imagine him, having grown too hot for his night clothes. Maybe he wore his spandex shorts to bed. She rolled that thought around in her mind for a bit. She'd like it if he did. Yes. She'd definitely like it if he did. So he's too hot for his clothes too, and he tosses the cover aside. She could simply tiptoe in there, and curl up beside him....

And get her head blown off? Relena sighed. She had a feeling that Heero couldn't kill her now, even if he tried, but she wasn't about to take an unwise chance and sneak up on him while he was asleep.

She tucked her head under her feather pillow, a bead of sweat trickling down her nose. It's just not working, she though grumpily. I should have had someone out to fix it as soon as possible, but Noin assured me it could wait until tomorrow... and it could... but....

Relena made a decision and popped out of bed. She glanced at her bedside clock. Great, it was two in the morning. She'd tossed and turned and fantasized about Heero for three whole hours. If she was stuck awake, she might as well get some work done.

The halls of the Sanq Palace were very quiet. She glanced both ways down the hall, but naturally no one else was about at the ungodly hour except maybe a guard or two, and they wouldn't question her. She was their princess for the moment, after all. So Relena slipped quietly out the door and padded quietly down the grand staircase to one of the sitting rooms. The low heat gas fireplace was on in here (how could it be so miserably hot on the fourth floor and freezing cold on the second?) She grabbed a diet Coke from the handy refrigerator and sat on a plush couch, with a stack of paperwork on her lap, and worked comfortably for quite some time.

Then a shadow appeared behind her. She could sense him; she could feel the little prickly hairs on her neck raise in anticipation. Only one person had ever affected her like that. It was if she had her own little Heero radar. Every nerve in her body jumped on edge the moment he approached.

"Couldn't sleep either, Heero?" she asked lightly, sipping her Diet Coke daintily, but not turning around to confirm it was him. He surprised her by leaning against the back of the couch, his head dipping in low towards her ear.

"No," was all he said. The one word sent shivers up Relena's spine. "Your air conditioning is out, if you haven't noticed."

"I noticed," she replied, and tried not to think about how nice his breath felt against her skin. "We'll get it fixed tomorrow. In the meantime, we'll just have to bear it."

"Yeah," he agreed, and made no move to leave from where his head hovered next to her own. His proximity was making Relena even more flustered than she had been before. Is he wearing...? She tried to glance back to see if he was be-spandexed, but she didn't want to disturb the moment by turning her head. She'd just have to imagine.

They were silent for some time before Heero sighed and stood up. "You wouldn't happen to have another one of those Diet Cokes, would you, Relena? They're very hard to find on the colonies, and I haven't had one in a long time."

Relena was slightly disappointed that he'd left his spot by her ear, but she pointed to the small refrigerator in the sitting room wall. "We also have Sprite, Upsy, and Colony Cola, if you prefer."

Heero nearly grimaced. "Colony Cola is always flat. They can't get the carbonation tanks right in outer space." He rummaged in the refrigerator for a few moments and pulled out a Diet Coke, an almost blissful expression on his face as he pulled the tab. He surprised her again by sitting right down next to her on the plush loveseat. Oh God, he was wearing the spandex....

She stared at his face for a few moments, and he stared right back, undaunted. "Mind if I sit down?" he asked belatedly, never leaving her gaze.

"Of course not." Heero simply matching her stare for stare was nearly as unnerving as his Death Glare. In fact, it was more unnerving. I will not give in... I will not lose... I will not give in...

They stared for several more minutes, Heero nonchalantly sipping his Diet Coke, and Relena following suit. She had to blink occasionally, but then so did Heero, so she hadn't lost because of that. Of course, maybe she had lost by blinking, and Heero was just enjoying having her pinned down with his eyes.

She could drown in those eyes. The shade was labeled simply Prussian blue, but there were flecks of cobalt, cerulean, and even cornflower within his eyes. They swirled from this plane to the very soul of space, and dragged Relena along with them into the depths of Heero's mind.

Heero decided to raise the stakes in their strange staring contest. He began... small talk. Pleasantries.

"How are the parents of your students reacting to your policies on peace?"

"They are pleased." Relena hardly trusted herself to say more. Even after she sipped her Diet Coke her heart was lodged in her throat. Heero's eyes boring into her own made it almost impossible to speak as it was.

"All of them? Even those who are from the families of Romefeller?" Heero quietly sipped his own Diet Coke.

"They are coming around." Relena knew that if she backed down now, she'd never forgive herself. This was more than just a staring contest now. It was a battle of wills. If Heero won, she didn't know what would happen. She didn't know what would happen if she won, either. Although her chances of winning were dropping as the humidity in the room rose. It had been rising every since Heero came into the room. She was surprised she wasn't steaming.

"That's good. I'm glad." Heero's face showed no emotion whatsoever, but his eyes glittered ever so faintly.

Well, damn. It was her turn to up the ante in their little game of wills. She set her Diet Coke carefully on the floor, never once leaving Heero's eyes. She leaned back against the armrest of the loveseat ever so carefully as she did so, even daring to tuck one leg under her chin, until she was in a very vulnerable, and very suggestive position. Heero's eyes glittered again.

"We've got some excellent projects underway," Relena said vaguely, smiling very slightly at Heero, daring him to accept the invitation. And he did. Oh yes, he did. He crawled forward, just as gracefully as she had, and leaned right over her, setting his Diet Coke on the floor right next to hers. His knees were now between her open legs, but he hadn't once taken his gaze from her own. If she had dared to glance down, Relena would have seen something very significant about Heero's spandex shorts. They showed everything.

"And what sort of projects are they?" he murmured softy as he came back up, placing one arm around her head on the back of the loveseat, and the other around her waist. His very touch burned Relena's skin, setting it aflame from her ears to her toes. The temperature in the room soared again.

"They are...interesting projects," Relena fumbled, but to her credit, she still had not left his gaze once. She dared to stroke his cheek with her hand. Was that a flinch she saw on his impassive face? Was she getting to him at all?

"How are they interesting?" he asked again, leaning closer still. His mouth was now inches from her own. It took all of Relena's will not to leave his eyes and glance down at his perfect mouth. His hand around her waist tightened, and he leaned even closer. The significant something in Heero's spandex brushed against her thigh. Relena nearly gasped. She felt as though she'd been electrocuted.

"I.... don't know," she said, and the Heero smiled, and leaned forward to kiss her. Oh, now Relena knew she'd lost. She gave up and closed her eyes as his mouth tenderly grazed her own.

"You don't know?" Heero asked against her mouth.

"I.... no. I don't. I don't know anything." Relena knew she was babbling, but all her senses had commandeered her brain, and would not allow her to think of anything but Heero.

"Then be quiet." He did not so much command her as request her, so Relena gladly acquiesced to his demands as he began kissing her again. He was a surprisingly good kisser. He didn't try to vacuum out her mouth like her friends had warned her young men would do; instead, he nibbled tenderly at her lips, gently teasing them open until she gave in and opened her mouth to him. He tasted her experimentally, and Relena nearly swooned as his tongue touched her own for the first time. They both tasted faintly of Diet Coke. It was an intoxicating combination.

He leaned forward some more, pressing her body against his own, moulding her to him through their sticky clothes. Relena slid her arms around his back, hardly daring to believe their her wildest fantasies were now becoming true. Every move that Heero made was deliberate, from the way he stroked her waist to the way he shifted his hips against her own. He wants me to be ready, Relena realized giddily. His right hand joined his left at her waist, and he pulled her down to a more prone position beneath him, so that she was nearly flat upon the loveseat, and all the while he continued to tenderly kiss her, swirling his tongue against her own in a gentle dance.

Relena broke free of the kiss, unable to stand it anymore. "I'm so hot, Heero," she whispered, squirming beneath his weight. Heero said nothing, but slid his hands from her wait to her breasts, which he gently kneaded for a few seconds before going to the buttons on the sheer nightie. He kissed her neck lightly, so as not to leave any tell tale hickies, and worked the buttons with maddeningly slowness. Relena felt as if she were going to burst.

Once he'd slipped her out of her nightgown, Relena, fully exposed to him, took her sweet time removing him from his tank top. Heero reacted in much the same way she had as she nipped slightly at his shoulder before sliding off his tank top. He bit back a moan of desire as she traced her hands along his chest, exploring the dark, hardened nipples on his firm pectoral muscles, and rubbing the muscles in his abdomen. Then she dipped lower, sliding her hands into his spandex like she'd dreamed of doing ever since she saw him in them for the first time. He jerked, and seemed to grow even more beneath her questing hand. She needed him out of those adorable biker shorts as soon as possible before they both internally combusted.

She worked them down his powerful thighs very slowly, but he grew impatient and helper her get them past his knee; fortunately, neither of them had bothered with slippers, which made both their tasks easier. Relena was not frightened by Heero the first time she saw him; she had no idea what the average size was, and she was too drunk on desire to try to measure anyway. He leaned down and began to suckle her breast, his ardor tickling the inside of her thigh, and Relena lost all ability to think about relative penis sizes in men. Right now that was not important.

Right now, Heero was making love to her.

He settled between her thighs, angling their bodies so his legs would dangle off the edge of the loveseat. She wrapped one leg around his thighs, but kept her right foot on the floor for stability. He grabbed her waist again, and she his torso.

"They say it may hurt the first time," he warned quietly, the tip of him against her entrance.

"I'm ready for anything, Heero," she said, thrusting her hips experimentally for emphasis. He groaned and slid into her, meeting the expected resistance, then overpowering it in a single swift stroke. Relena froze beneath him. That had hurt. She tried not to think about the pain, but instead the scent of Heero's sweat slicked body against her own.

"I'm sorry, Relena," he said. "Tell me if you want me to go on."

"Of course I want you to go on, Heero!" she retorted with a grin. "And it doesn't hurt so much now at all. In fact it...oh," she said, as he had already began moving within her. She gasped and dug her nails into his flesh, as he angled had angled his hips in such a way as to stroke her most sensitive place. Ye gods, Heero was good at this. She tightened her own muscles instinctively, and moved against Heero. The look of pleasure so intense it was nearly pain on his face let her know that her efforts were not in vain.

The loveseat squeaked in protest, but neither of them noticed. He continued to move within her, sometimes nearly coming all the way out, varying his strokes to increase her pleasure. Relena knew he was a considerate lover, just she knew that deep down, he was a very considerate person. She arched back, only his firm grip on her waist keeping her from flying off into orbit.

"Reach for it," he ground out, then kissed her passionately. His kiss was what Relena needed. She felt herself fly over the edge of an abyss, and she knew that Heero was right there with her. They sailed onward to eternity for an endless moment, before crashing down to reality as wave after wave of pleasure washed over them. He collapsed against her, too weak to support himself.

They lay like that for a long time. Heero's chin rested gently on her shoulder, his even breathing warm against her neck. Relena dared not move. She dared not speak. Now that she'd gone and lost her innocence, she wondered idly if she was still qualified to be the princess of Sanq. Still Heero said nothing. So she began working on a lesson plan for tomorrow. She wondered what company Pargan had called to fix the AC. She desperately tried to think of anything but the overpowering presence of Heero around her.

"Don't fall asleep on me now, Relena," Heero warned finally, nipping her shoulder, and slipping out of her. "Isn't this the part where females want to.... cuddle?" He said the term as if it were a foreign word.

"I think we want to cuddle and talk." She almost giggled. Heero did not seem so sure of himself now. "May I ask, Heero, just where did you learn to do all that? That was incredible." She realized too late that she might not want to know the answer, but Heero allayed her fears.

"Gentleman's Quarterly. You get to read a lot of strange magazines when you're a soldier stuck in a safehouse."

Relena did laugh that time, and sent a flurry of kisses against his face. "Promise me something, Heero."

"I can't make any promises, Relena. It's not my place."

She shook her head, and twined her arms around his neck. "Still, please promise me that you won't leave here without ever telling me. Just let me know. I want to know that you're safe." She kissed his neck softly.

"Relena," he sighed, and buried his face in her hair.

"Promise me, Heero."

He answered her with a soul-searing kiss, then scooped her up, wrapping her in her sheer nightie. He slid her down his body to the ground, and let her go to grab his own clothing. Relena wondered if she could even stand under her own power.

It was then that she saw the damning stain on the cushion of the loveseat. Her hand flew up to her mouth. "Heero, how are we going to explain that?" She studied the alarming spot of blood. No wonder it had hurt so much at first.

Heero stared at the cushion for a moment, then simply flipped it upside down. Relena felt extremely sorrow for whichever made would discover it weeks from now.

He handed her a Diet Coke, then grabbed the other for himself, draining it in one long chug. He didn't make any disgusting noises afterward (she couldn't even tell if he had burped). Then he tossed the can away, scooped her up again, and carried her up the stairs to her room, where he deposited her on her bed.

"It's still hot up here," she complained, nursing her Diet Coke some more, which had grown quite warm during their exercise in the sitting room.

"Relena?"

"Yes, Heero?"

"Don't fix the AC after all. I like it this way." He kissed her quickly and left her room before she even had a chance to answer.

Wow. So this was it. She'd done It, the Big It, with Heero. Should she tell anyone? No, of course not. It wasn't anyone else's business.

She set her Diet Coke on the nightstand, and flopped over onto her bed, a little more tired than before but also even hotter than before. She was still riding on the aftermath of their lovemaking, however, so with the thought of Heero, just a few doors down, in his little spandex shorts that really did show everything, she fell asleep.

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*sizzle*