Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Protect Me from What I Want ❯ morning always comes too soon... ( Chapter 3 )

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Greetings, fellow 1xR fans! This was a fun chapter to write, I seem
to make Relena a rather sarcastic and caustic person. I always thought
she had potental.
Please read and review, and if you really like
this, tell you friends! if you do review, i’ll give you a cookie. Much
thanks go out to my beta, Rin6. she rawks .
All Standard Disclaimers Apply =.=
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BUZZZ!! BUZZZ!! 
Shit...

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I
groaned and smashed my hand down on the annoying alarm clock. The
horrific din didn’t cease. Then I remembered Duo had rigged my alarm
clock so that the ‘snooze’ feature no longer existed. Practical joke my
ass, I thought to myself as I hauled myself out of bed. My head spun
and black dots floated into my line of sight. I shook my head
vigorously, in hopes to dislodge any remaining cobwebs and headed to
the bathroom. The shower beckoned to me, and I did not ignore its
seductive calls.
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Mmm...shower...I thought to myself as I stepped under the stream of
hot water.
    I
wished I could ignore the world and just spend all my time in the
shower or bath. Sighing, I grabbed the bottle of shampoo and squirted a
glob into my palm. Thoughts of Heero spontaneously drifted through my
mind as I massaged my scalp. I wonder what it would feel like to shower
with him...it must be nice to have someone wash your back...or other
things... The graphic nature of my daydreams caught me by surprise.
Those thoughts had been becoming more and more...adult...as the years
had passed. Not that I minded thinking about sex, but that Heero and
sex were in the same daydreams unnerved me. It had been so long since
we had seen each other; that I was still thinking of him made me rather
uncomfortable. I had trained my mind that Heero no longer merited
constant thought; but my heart and my body thought otherwise. I
frowned, and then rinsed out my hair. Deep breath, focus on
conditioning the hair. No thinking of Heero naked with me, in a hot
shower, or my bed: candles...roses...petals...handcuffs... My hands
stilled in my hair as the telltale tendrils of warmth uncurled in my
abdomen. Leaving the conditioner to absorb into my follicles, I reached
for the curvy bottle of rose scented body wash. Squeezing a large blob
of body wash onto my palm, I ran my hands over my body. I closed my
eyes and sat down in the shower; lost in the fantasy....

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    “I
thought I’d find you here,’ his deep, sensual voice sends shivers down
my spine. The hot water cascades down my body; his presence behind me
is overwhelming. I start to turn around, but two strong hands forced me
to stay where I am.
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“Not yet.” Heero had always been
laconic, it
had bothered me before but now his directness stirred something deep
within me. Hands on my hips brought me out of my reverie. He moved
closer and tightened his grip on my body. One hand slid up my back to
cup my neck and I leaned into it. Another hand moved to my belly,
lightly stroking the sensitive flesh right above my...
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BLEEP! BLEEP! 
    The
sound of the vidphone wrenched me from my daydream and I blushed at my
lascivious thoughts. My heart cried. No matter how much I wished for
him, he wouldn’t be mine. I knew, deep in my soul that nothing would
happen between Heero Yuy and myself. Angrily, I rinsed the conditioner
from my long hair and the body wash from my body. Turning off the
shower I stepped out and grabbed my bathrobe and a towel for my hair.
Luckily, the vidphone was still ringing; whoever was calling me
certainly was tenacious. I sprinted to my desk and pressed the ‘answer’
button on the vidphone.
    “Hello, Relena Dorlian Peacecraft speaking,” I
rattled off, my eyes trained on the lovely oak of my desktop.
    “Relena...”
That voice. You’re imagining things, Relena. That’s not Heero Yuy on
your vidphone, he doesn’t want anything to do with you, remember?
    “Relena?”
His voice woke me from my reverie. My eyes snapped up to look at the
screen. It was indeed Heero Yuy and Christ he looked good.
    “H-Heero,
good morning,” I stuttered, my eyes never leaving his. Gone was the
lean desperate face of the teenage soldier, it had been replaced with
the angular masculine features of manhood. His eyes were the same
enrapturing blue, but somehow different. Dark brown hair still fell
onto his forehead, shorter but still untamed. Holy shit, he grew into a
sex god...!
    “There’s been a threat. Preventer called me out
of
retirement, I’ve been assigned to your personal security detail.”
Heero’s voice was smooth, no longer monotone but now carefully
modulated. I couldn’t see much more of him, just his head and
shoulders. And what shoulders...My mind wandered off; an image of
myself clutching onto those shoulders in the throes of passion came
unbidden to my mind.
    “A-a threat? What is it this time?” Try as I
might, I couldn’t conceal the weary tone that snuck into my question.
These threats had become almost routine, every few years another
upstart terrorist group would try to stage a coup. It surprised me, how
blasé about them I had become.
    “This line is unsecured, I’ll
brief you about it when I arrive. I should be there by tomorrow at 2200
hours,” he said evenly, but his eyes were glued to my face. I couldn’t
help but wonder if I had some sort of embarrassing growth or something.
Self consciously, I lifted my hand to subtly explore the area of my
face that had caught his attention so. Oh shit, the toilet-face
incident! I could feel the color rising to my cheeks.
    “I will be
expecting a full report when you arrive, and if you try to keep
anything from me regarding this matter I will have my secretary throw
water balloons at you with great force,” He smirked, I was mortified.
Did I actually say that!? Looks like the mouth to brain filter has yet
to start working. Wait a minute; did I just see a smile? I was sure of
it; even though we hadn’t seen each other for such a long time I still
remembered the nuances of his expressions.
    “See you then, Relena.
Remember, there is still much that we don’t know about this group, so
don’t ditch Duo or Trowa. All right?” His eyes glittered in the morning
light and I couldn’t help wondering where he was right at that moment.
    “I
promise, Heero.” I said, as innocently I could. As much as I enjoyed
both Duo and Trowa’s company, being nannied was not my cup of tea.
    “If
you do, and I’ll know if you do, I will throw water balloons at you
myself. Take care.” Heero Yuy smirked, just a small lift of the corners
of his mouth before
disconnecting.
    I sat there, looking at the blank screen,
dumbfounded. Had he, The Great Heero Yuy just make a joke? My head was
spinning; this day just kept getting more bizarre by the minute. One
second, I’m in the shower touching myself and having indecent thoughts
about Heero, and the next second he’s on my vidphone telling me that he
would see me in two days! When did the Peacecraft manor become the
twilight zone!?
    I sighed and walked back into the bathroom to
comb out my hair; another day of the same old political bullshit. I
tipped my head over and sprayed detangler on my head. It was something
I
had to do everyday, now that my hair was to my waist. What hairstyle
will piss Kandi off the most today?
    “Hn.” I said as I ran the
comb though my tresses. Today was a meeting with the dreaded Kandi,
every time I tried to do something that would irk her. My own little
war, you could say. Then I caught my reflection in mirror over the sink.
    “Shit!”
I muttered, looking at the angry bruise the covered my left cheekbone.
I knew I would have a hard time explaining that away. I sighed and
braided my hair, two plaits to pin prettily on my head. I manhandled
the braid on the right side of my head into a bun and mercilessly
pinned it tight. The second one was far easier to do, and once that was
finished I looked again at the mirror. I look like a little Dutch girl.
I snickered and left the bathroom to get dressed. On my way across the
room however, I tripped on the same discarded shoe I had tripped over
the night before, and almost landed face first on the floor. This was
not my day at all. That call from Heero certainly knocked me for a loop.
    I
finally made it to the closet and began looking through the innumerable
suits and twin sets with coordinating skirts. I frowned, Kandi was a
fashion Nazi. I sighed and grabbed a long, floaty skirt of the deepest
blue. It was one of my favorites; I loved the way it felt to have such
delicate fabric swish around my calves as I walked. I grabbed a simple
white blouse; it was made in the old style, with princess seams, pretty
tucked shoulders and a modestly low neckline. The combination for the
skirt and blouse always made me feel like a romance novel heroine,
delicate and entrancing. Of course, I knew it didn’t really make me
look like that. I picked out my underwear, a matching bra and panty
set, courtesy of Kandi. Rummaging through the drawer I found a pair of
silk stockings and my garter belt. I smirked, nothing like a little
sexy lingerie to wear under conservative work clothes. I wonder what
Heero would think if he knew the kind of things I wore under my demure
pantsuits and twin sets? Banishing that thought from my mind, I swiftly
got dressed and returned to the bathroom.
    “Time for the war
paint,” I said aloud. After applying the right amount of foundation and
concealer, the bruise was invisible. I then applied blush and eye
shadow. I had always been very simplistic in my everyday make up; no
one really cared if I looked especially attractive. That was the nature
of my job, directing focus away from my physical appearance and toward
my intellectual prowess. I pulled a face and then carefully applied a
light coat of sensual red lipstick. Stepping back to critique my
handiwork, I considered my reflection.
    The red lipstick didn’t
look out of place; surprisingly enough it enhanced my romance novel
heroine look. Satisfied that this was as good as I was going to get, I
put the lipstick in my purse along with my cute little pillbox. I slid
on
a pair of navy blue kitten heeled Mary Janes and went downstairs for my
breakfast. 

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