Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Little Wing ❯ One-Shot

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

I'm not affiliated or own in any way the song Little Wing or Jimi Hendrix (though personally I prefer Sting's version-which I don't own either-of the song it was Hendrix's first so the credit is given to him).

This fic is a lemon and contains angst and sap so be warned.

Everything seems eerily quiet as she steps lightly into the center ring of the main tent, it will be hours before the evening show and so it's just her and me. I find myself smiling just a little as she spins around in a circle like a child, her arms flung out to her sides; her laughter is soft and light. The white linen of her knee length skirt flares somewhat, along with the large transparent shawl like covering that encircles the skirt itself. The materials float down around her slim hips and cling to her slender legs as she comes to a full stop. "Do you know how much I love it here? It's so romantic and beautiful." Her whole body rises with her sigh, and as I wipe the sweat from my brow, I can't help but notice how the top part of her sundress clings to the shape of her breasts and tiny waist. "To be so free Trowa. I can see why you don't ever leave. I never would." She comes back over beside me and takes my hand; she blushes somewhat. "I know I'm acting silly and childish. I'm sorry."

Our fingers are entwined and I squeeze her hand reassuring her. "Hey. I know you don't get to live much past board meetings, debates and lectures. You deserve a little fun and happiness too."

She hugs me gently and kisses my cheek. "Let's go take a walk Trowa."

I shrug my shoulders and wrap my arm around her shoulder. "Sure. I've got something to show you anyway." Two tents down we come to the cages where the animals are kept. I open up one of the cage doors and we step inside. I kneel down and stroke the back of one of the newest editions to the circus family. "Kiri is her name."


"She's adorable!" Relena gasps excitedly and kneels beside the little Zebra and me. She strokes the tuff of hair on its head and nuzzles its neck. "It's okay baby." She coos to it as a mother would a child. "They'll take good care of you here." She smiles sheepishly again and rises to her feet and looks at me. "She's beautiful Trowa." Then, she grabs my hand again and tries to take off in a run but I don't move right away; she laughs. "Come on slowpoke. I saw a beautiful field of wildflowers not far from here." She tugs on my arm again. "I'll make you a necklace. Or would my silent prince prefer a crown?" She chimes to me teasingly." I chuckle silently the sparkle in her eyes entrances me to her will and once the door is closed and locked, I run off with her.

//Now she's walking through the clouds//
//With a circus mind//
//That's running wild//
//Butterflies and zebras//
//And moonbeams and fairytales//
//All she ever thinks about riding with the wind//

She even has me laughing a little now as our pace slows down to a walk. She stops a few feet in front of me and unties the outer covering of her skirt and fans the thin material so that it covers the ground into a perfect square. She sits down with her knees curled sideways under her and pats the spot beside her and so I take a seat; the tall grass and flowers seem to engulf us.

I never did such things in my youth for, as many know I had been nothing more than a soldier ever since I could remember. Childish games and laughter were foreign to me, and so when I had first saw the circus all those years before it was the first time I was really in awe, thinking at that moment I could just jump from the truck and leave all I'd ever known, all who had become my family. I wished for peace and freedom-escape-as Relena does now, her young life being swallowed away by a greedy ravenous monster disguised as destiny, as duty. I realize I have become her only outlet for release, my life here, her only means of finding a little peace.

I look over at her as she changes her positions, her knees are now curled to her chest and her head is resting on them, eyes closed. "This is the life Trowa, your life." Relena opens her eyes and looks at me, her thin-lipped smile warms me. "I wish so much I could be part of it."

I can't bring myself to smile back at her for I know that by tonight she will be gone again, as will I, onto another journey, another adventure. Yes, I do like the circus life, it is exciting for so many, though anything you do everyday no matter how "fun" gets monotonous after awhile. Sometimes I think it would be nice to finally stay in one place, settle down, perhaps even raise a family, but I still have to many demons I've yet to exercise, to many memories that continue to drive me to keep moving from place to place. Always keeping busy tends to help one forget about such things. But the main thing right now is to forget about reality and the fact that Relena and I can never truly be together, no matter how we wish it could be so, no matter how much we've fallen in love with each other. I turn my head unable to look at her because I feel like crying.

I then feel her palm cupping my cheek and I lose the battle and turn my head back to look into her beautiful sea green eyes, they've always held the look of hope, even when she knows a situation is hopeless. She gives me another soft warm smile before leaning into me to give me a kiss that is just the same. "Please don't be sad Trowa." Her breath is hot against my cheek, "Let's just make the most of this moment, okay?"

I hesitate for a moment, times like these between us are so rare and even though I know she is willing, part of me always feels a little guilt because I cannot give her back the happiness she gives to me. "Stop it will you." she softly commands as she pulls away just a little to lock her gaze once again to mine. "It's all right. You can take whatever you need from me because I want this as much as you."

I find myself on the ground, pinned on my back, her hovering over me, kissing me, her hands beginning to undress me. I reach up and entwine my fingers in her hair and pull her tighter to me as her hand glides down my body and begins to stroke my sex under my unzipped jeans. I moan in frustration. I want to take her now so badly but I must pace myself to make this moment last as long as possible for lord knows when this time will come again.

My fingers continue to tangle in her hair, though I've let one hand free to smooth her skin through the thin material of her dress, it seems to spurn her on as she sighs a soft moan unsheathing me completely from my trousers as her teeth bite gingerly at my nipples, her tongue then soothing them; her fingers slink around my girth now, the strokes of her fist curled around me stroking me slowly. It is sensually torturous and drives me to sweet madness and I can't help but moan in gratitude. My chest is now vacant of her and I flinch in pleasure as I feel her tongue flickering over the tip of my member, licking away the small amount of fluid there before her whole mouth takes me in. I only allow her mouth to move upon me a few times before I can no longer take it. I pull her up to me and flip her over, reversing our positions. The breeze feels cool against the entire backside of my body as she slips my shirt off of me rendering me completely naked.

I spread a field of nipping kisses down her neck and throat and between the tops of her breasts, my fingers fumbling with the tiny buttons of her spaghetti strapped, low cut dress. Her fingers join mine and she helps and soon the material is pushed aside, her breasts free, but only for a moment before my mouth and hands claim them as mine. She gasps out my name and now it is her fingers that are woven into my hair, her body heaving with desire under mine and she screams just a little as one of my hands begins to smooth it's way up the inside of her thigh, pushing up the front part of her long skirt until it is above her hips. My fingers then slid under the thin straps of her panties easing them down and off of her long legs, legs that I cannot wait to feel wrapped around me, holding me inside of her.

Her breathing grows heavier and raspier as I resume my ravenous path of nips down her body, nuzzling the soft curls of her lower self before my teeth pinch her its centered nub, holding it there, my tongue going wild against it. She squeals again and bucks a little under me and even more so as two of my digits enter inside her clenched womanhood, which is growing slicker with her own juices by the minute. I fuck her a little with them until I can feel her nails beginning to dig into the nape of her neck and her cries tell me she can take no more. I slide my body back up hers and kiss her deeply, pressing her to the ground even more deeply. My manhood is hard and strained with pain and I urgently need to be in her. She parts her legs as I nudge my knee between them, and then as I have done before I take her, entering her in one swift fluid motion, burying myself inside of her to the hilt as she slowly releases her held breath. I then, begin to move within her body.

With her legs wrapped around me, causing her walls to squeeze me even tighter, I control my thrusts as much as I can, as slow as I can, though I can see the force of them jolt her entire body. She sighs my name and I know she is enjoying it as much as me and so I continue in such manner. I shut my eyes tightly so that the world is blocked out and I can concentrate only on her, and the sound of her as she moans sweet nothings along with my name. The feel of her body pressed so close to me, under me, her nails grazing across my back and down to my buttocks only to trace the pattern all over again, but especially the feel of being within her body, the wetness, the warmth and the constriction bring me insurmountable pleasure and security.

She whispers for me to look at her and so I slowly open my eyes and peer into hers. Her face is flushed and contorted from the heat of the pleasure I am giving to her. She's so beautiful, I think to myself, enjoying her even more watching her growing closer to the edge; she shutters and gasps as she comes for me.

With a cry that is ripped from my throat I come inside her then, the pressure of my swollen member finally released, filling her as it mixes with her own fluids.

//When I'm sad she comes to me//
//With a thousand smiles//
//She gives to me free//
//It's alright, it's alright she says/
//Take anything you want from me//
//Anything//


We are now sitting and facing each other, her legs around my hips, cradled in between my spread legs and her fingers are in my hair again as she is adjusting the final flower in the crown she had promised to make me. She smiles girlishly again and giggles, knowing how ridiculous a part of me feels and I can't help but roll my eyes a little, which causes her to giggle even more, though it quickly dies down to a sigh. "I wish people could see more of this side to you Trowa, if they only knew what a beautiful person you are, on the inside," she leans over and nips my neck playfully, "and the out."

I pull her head away from my neck and look deeply into her eyes stroking the stray hairs from her face, loving her a little more now, for I know such words from her are not flattery but sincerity. Her heart truly does see me as such and that, in its self, makes me feel most human.

She flutters her lashes, somewhat bashfully. "What?"

Even I cannot think of the words in which I can describe how much love I feel right now, especially about her. I feel my body fill with desire to kiss her. And, so I do, the physical actions of love between us starting all over again to make the most of what little time we have together.

END