Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ November Magic ❯ One-Shot

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November Magic

Standard disclaimers apply. Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotus Agency, and TV Tokyo, not me. Please don't sue, I've only got one more DVD left to buy . . .

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Roundabouts episode 39, before Heero takes off for space, while Relena is still queen. *ahem* Pairing is 1XR in case you were silly and didn't read the summary.

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Relena entered the suite she was occupying in the Romefeller palace, her head held high although her heart was heavy. Being 'queen of the world' was the most exhausting task she'd ever undertaken, and it was beginning to wear on her. Rest. She needed her rest. But at night, instead of sleeping, she tossed and turned with images half remembered from the destruction of Sanq in her youth, brought back by the second destruction of her homeland a few weeks before.

She walked over to the window, staring out at the beautiful Bavarian village below the Romefeller palace. She had not been undressed for the night, and her crown of golden hair pulled heavily on her head. The maids had been instructed to come by later, since Relena needed some private time to herself before she let the personality of Queen Relena go for the evening.

I can't keep this up, she thought dejectedly, leaning her head against the cool glass. I can't do this much longer. I almost wish . . . I wish I had chosen prison. At least then I would be considered a martyr, and not a useless figurehead . . .

A small motion in the curtains caught her attention. Relena ignored it, thinking it was only her imagination, and she stared out at the village again. But she saw it once more. Suddenly on the alert, she stepped casually toward the curtains, ready to pull them back as if to let the moonlight in. If it were an assassin, at this point she'g gladly choose death over the torture her life had become.

She swept the curtain aside, prepared for the worst, and nearly swooned when she saw who it was.

"I was wondering when you'd notice me," Heero said softly. He was wearing the uniform of a Romefeller officer, the one he'd had on earlier that day, in the balcony. He looked so sad, so sober, that Relena wondered if he was here to finish what he'd chosen not to do earlier.

"Heero," she murmered, then lifted her head, cocking it to one side curiously. "Why didn't you kill me?"

He was silent for a long time, although he crept closer to her, and turned her toward the window again. She sank gratefully into him, his chest warm against her back, and he enveloped her in his strong, comforting presence, leaning his head against hers as they both stared outside.

Finally, he seemed to figure out what it was he wanted to say.

"Sometimes, I think, the world needs idealist hopes, no matter how impossible they are to achieve. I was prepared to kill you this time, Relena," he said, squeezing her gently, and drawing her even closer into his embrace. "But when Romefeller began applauding, I realized that the world needed you more now than ever. The world has gone mad, Relena, and when everything else has gone mad, you have to believe in yourself and keep fighting." He leaned into her upswept hair, inhaling the gentle fragrance. Lemons. Relena smelled like lemons. Such a clean, simple scent, so fitting to her.

"I don't know if I believe in myself anymore, Heero," she said, resting her head against his shoulder. "And I don't know if I want to fight anymore. It's tiring. Every day I see pain, and suffering, and there's nothing that I can do to stop it. I can't even stop my own pain."

"There is an ancient curse," Heero said, half-remembering something that Odin Lowe had once told him. "May you live in 'interesting times.' We've been in such times since Heero Yuy was assasinated twenty years ago. The world is one roiling, overflowing turmoil, and we can only ride the ways until things calm down."

Relena was silent for a moment, then she turned around to face him. She was away from the moonlight, so that he couldn't clearly see her face, but he had the feeling that she was smiling.

"You're mixing your metaphors, Heero," she said, and leaned against him, this time fully embraced in his arms.

Heero barely knew what he was doing as he reached up and pulled out one golden hairpin. He had the sudden desire to see her hair the way he was used to it, one flowing chestnut mass hanging to her waist. Relena reached up to help him, but he kissed her forehead gently. "Let me, Relena," he said, and she rested her chin against his shoulder.

One by one, he removed the pins holding her hair up, and then he finally removed the crown, the silly symbol of an empty monarchy that she was all to willing to shed. Her hair tumbled free, tousled and lightly curled from being held in place all day. Heero let the pins fall from his hands to the floor, along wth the crown, and he ran his fingers through those honey strands, amazed at what a day upswept could do to her normally straight hair. She was absolutely beautiful, and in that moment, she was not the most powerful woman in the world, but instead simply a woman. His woman.

That was another thing that he had realized when he'd seen her this morning during the meeting. No matter what happened after the war, the connection that they shared would be unique. No other person in the whole world, male or female, could ever affect him the way Relena did. Perhaps that was what had prompted him to make this visit in the first place, he mused, still running his fingers through her hair. He knew that their bond was one of a kind, and he wanted to deepen it.

Tonight, he would deepen it. Tonight, he would make her his, if only for one night.

He sighed and kissed her temple, and gently grasped her shoulders, breaking the embrace. He had decided to be candid with his intentions, in the event that Relena didn't want to love him that way yet. If she spurned him, he could always leave with his pride bruised but his honor intact.

But she surprised him by guessing his intentions before he'd even had a chance to ask.

"I think I know why you came tonight, Heero," she said quietly, reaching one gloved hand up to touch his cheek. "And I'm glad. I'm glad that you came."

"Relena," he whispered, then reached down and kissed her, hesitantly. Her mouth flowered beneath his, and he deepened the kiss, marveling at the sweet taste of her. Even her breath bore the trace of lemons. She kissed him back, tenderly, lovingly, not wanting to rush things at all. This was their night of magic, and things could go as slow as they needed.

Heero carefully peeled off her gloves, then did the same with his own, never breaking the gentle kiss they shared in the moonlight. As an afterthought he closed the curtains directly in front of them, which had the effect of darkening the room while giving them more privacy.

Now that her hands were bare, Relena gave two small claps, and the overhead chandelier came on, brightening the room again. 'I want to see you, too," she offered by way of explanation into his mouth, and Heero murmured low in his throat as agreement. He wanted to see her, all of her, to take all of her, to know all of her.

They slowly danced their way to Relena's bedroom, shedding small bits of uniform along the way. First Relena's necklace, then Heero's hat, then Relena's soft flat shoes, then Heero's jacket. Before he dropped that last, however, he withdrew two small but necessary items, letting Relena know that he really had been planning this the whole time.

He broke their languid kiss and set the items on the bed, where hopefully neither would forget about them.

"I've never undressed a woman before," he said truthfully, and Relena smiled mysteriously. She lifted her hair and offered him her back, and he set about the tedious task of unfastening the tiny pearl buttons of her dress. To distract her from his clumsiness, he marked each button with a kiss along her spine through the flimsy chemise she wore beneath her satin dress. Finally he reached the last button at the base of her spin, and he slid the strapless dress up over her arms, hoping he'd gotten the direction right. The satin skirts rustled as they brushed over her head, revealing her tiny waist and long, slender legs, clad only in the filmy chemise and silk stockings.

He turned her around again, and leaned forward, kissing the smooth column of her throat, and nibbling softly at her shoulders. But she pushed him back, and grasped his undershirt, freing it from his stolen pants. "My turn, Heero," she said in her no-argument tone, and when she lowered her head to kiss his stomach, Heero lost all ability to reason, let alone argue. She touched her tongue to the sensitive muscles alongside his bellybutton, then left a trail of featherlight kisses all along his chest as she pulled the undershirt slowly upward. He mimicked her movement from earlier, raising his arms above his head, and she followed the green tank top as high as she could reach before he relented and lowered them, allowing her to pull it free from his hands.

"I'll forfeit my turn if you'll get me out of these pants," Heero said in the strained tones of a man with a painful erection. Relena smiled amusedly to herself, conscious of the effect that her ministrations had just had on him. She obliged him, freeing him from the white Romefeller knickers, exposing his usual black biker shorts beneath them. "Shoes," she said softly, and Heero kicked them off with an economy of movement, allowing her to drop the white knickers and biker shorts to his ankles, where he stepped out of them entirely, completely bare before her.

She took in the sight of him greedily, her hands reaching out to explore him, but now it was Heero's turn again. The chemise offered little protest as he pulled it from her body, leaving her in only a pair of pale pink underwear and the pink silk stockings.

"I almost want to make love to you with those stockings on," he said truthfully, before picking her up and setting her on the edge of the bed. She traced his shoulders absently until he reached forward and kissed her left breast, causing her to gasp and fist her hands on his neck. He found the rock hard nipple and suckled deeply, setting a deeper fire in her belly, and a matching one in his loins. She curled one leg against him, nearly causing him to lose his balance and topple forward onto her.

She was still wearing too many clothes. He knelt down, grasped those virginal panties, and slid them to her knees, groaning aloud as he did so. She was blonde. All over. He yanked them down off her legs, his patience beginning to break, and then he quickly removed the silk stockings as well. This first time he wanted her pure, and free. In his delerium, he had forgotten that this might well be their only time at all.

He grabbed one of the little packets, his last shred of sanity reminding him that knocking up the queen was probably not a good idea at this point. Once he was sufficiently protected, he growled playfully and leapt upon her, pressing her into the matress and kissing her fiercely. She matched him, fitted him perfectly in every way. Instinctively she locked her ankles around his legs, welcoming his hardness against her untried body. Before either of them lost their nerve, he entered her, tearing the delicate membrane that had guarded her treasure for fifteen years of her life. He kissed her again, deeply, trying to take away the pain she must be feeling, but she would have none of his tenderness, and instead she grasped his rear and pulled him deeper inside her.

She was so warm and sweet that Heero felt that he was drowning in her, sinking into that sweet lemon scented haven that she offered. Like this, there was no war, no Romefeller, no OZ, no Gundams, only Heero and Relena, two souls twined together by destiny and joined by bittersweet longing. As he thrusted inside of her experimentally, he began to wonder when it was that he had fallen so hard for her. Was it that night at her party, or earlier, when she had invited him and he had torn her invitation? Or perhaps even that day on the beach . . .

The pleasure overtook him and he gave up all rational thought. Beneath him, Relena was panting, crying for release from the wonderful torment of their lovemaking. He kissed her passionately, murmuring "my love, my love," into her mouth, and he plunged as deeply and as quicky as he could into her, bringing her to the brink several times before he reached down and flicked her most sensitive woman's core, sending her rocketing over the edge. He knew the moment that her quake started, and only then did he let himself go, flying into the stars alongside her as the very earth around them shook.

They crashed at nearly the same time, and Heero fell onto her, suddenly too weak to support himself. She lay with her head to the side, her eyes wild and dazed, her forehead damp wth perspiration. He rolled to the side so that he wouldn't crush her, but she kept her legs locked around his own, and he stayed inside her, full and still.

She stared at him, her gaze quickly calming. Heero felt he was undeserving of such a look, especially since he had seriously planned to kill her less than twelve hours earlier. Her eyes held all the love in the world, as if he were her whole universe, and nothing else but him mattered. Maybe for the moment it was true. Maybe, for that moment, nothing else did matter for her.

"My love," he whispered again, brushing a whisp of golden hair out of her face.

"I'm glad you came, Heero," she said, nestling her face against his neck. "After this, now I know that I can go on."

That startled him. "What do you mean?"

Relena smiled her mysterious smile again, staring at him with those limpid eyes. "We have something to look forward to, once it's all over. We both have to survive now. This is the true meaning of peace. When I'm with you, I know I'm safe, no matter how many times you threaten to kill me."

Heero knew then that he'd never have been able to take her life, no matter how many conflicts her death would solve. It was selfish of him, but he wanted her for himself more than he valued her worth as queen. He sighed and inhaled the sweet fragrance of her hair once more, silently begging her forgiveness for ever threatening to hurt a hair on her head.

"Ne, Heero?" she mumbled against his neck.

"Mm?"

"My . . . the servents will be coming any moment now to undress me for the night," she said, sleepily.

"I've already done their job, I think," Heero countered with a kiss against her temple. "When they come, I'll tell them to go away. I want to stay here as long as I can."

"Servents talk," she argued half-heartedly.

"Let them talk if they want. They don't know who I am, and even if they do, I want the world to know that you're mine, Relena. No one else's. You're mine."

"I'm yours," she agreed, then fell into a deep sleep, truly peaceful herself for the first time since becoming the queen of the world.

Later, the servents took one look at the living room of Relena's suite, with the scattered trail of clothing to the bedroom, and knowlingly with secret smiles left the lovers alone for the night.

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End.

Author's endnote: The curse "May You Live in Interesting Times" should be properly attributed to Terry Pratchett.