Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ So This is Love ❯ In Dreams ( Chapter 1 )

Diclaimer: I don't own the g-boys. I don't even own a house big enough to use for kidnapping all five of them.

Okay, I'm going with an R-rating on this one because there's citrus content, don't think it's graphic enough to call a lemon, and if it is, then it's a really terrible lemon, but. . .anyways.

I wasn't going to bother uploading this fic, because as it stands I'm not really content with it. It can stand as is, as a one shot, but I have a few things I would like to see happen with this so I think I'll continue it, though I'm having some trouble getting ideas for the next chapter. It was originally going to be the beginning of an arc, but I've decided to just keep it all as one fic.

This is another one of my odd-pairing fics. Though I happen to be a fan of the 3x4 pairing(because those two are just so perfect for each other, and I don't care what anyone says about them both being guys, since I'm not a homophobe.), in this fic, the pairing is, 3xR. That's right boys and girls, this is a Trowa/Relena fic. I don't believe I've actually read any fics with this pairing before, so if you know of any, direct me to them as I would LOVE to see them. I can't possibly be the first to think this one up, can I? I mean, I'm not THAT original. Anyway, I suppose that's all I wanted to say. Please R&R, I am in need of constructive criticism and ideas. Uh, guess that's it for now, on with the fic.

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"So This is Love"

by: Banshee Puppet

Chapter One: In Dreams

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"Thank you for letting me stay here, Relena. It won't be long, I promise," Trowa said.

"Don't be silly Trowa. Stay as long as you need," Relena answered.

Trowa had contacted Relena after a mission that had ended badly, and although he escaped with only minor cuts and bruises, Heavyarms could not make the same claim. As a result, Trowa needed a quiet, out of the way place to make some repairs. Relena's present accommodations fit that bill nicely, although deep down Trowa knew that, in truth, his choice had little to do with Heavyarms and everything to do with himself.

And Relena had never minded Trowa staying with her. He was easily one of the more agreeable of the pilots--polite, quiet, but not completely against conversation--Trowa was not rude like Wufei or hyperactive like Duo, and though he seemed to have a bit of a death wish, he didn't go out of his way to get himself killed, like Heero, who had disappeared again. She had all but given up on that boy entirely...'Heero, sometimes I think you were a waste of a year of my life,' Relena thinks to herself. In short, Trowa made for rather pleasant company, and the more she saw the European boy, the more she enjoyed his company, even if he never stayed very long.

"I'm going to bed now Trowa," Relena told him before heading upstairs to her room. It was late and she'd stayed up as late as she could bear, going as far as holding off on dinner until almost 10 pm when the gundam pilot came in from working on his mobile suit all day. She figured he was bound to be hungry, and it wouldn't kill her to wait for him.

"Sleep well," he called after her quietly before looking back down at the book of poetry he had pulled off the shelf earlier and presently had with him on the couch. He had never been much for poetry until a mission with Wufei in which Wufei chucked a book of selected poetry at his head and told him to "stop pacing and do something constructive." So Trowa had taken to reading Rumi, who he rather liked, actually.

He turned back to the poem he was reading once he no longer heard Relena's footsteps heading up the stairs. . .

I cannot sleep when I am with you

Because of your love.

I cannot sleep without you

Because of my screaming and yelling.

I am awake on both nights,

But what a difference in between.

Trowa sighed and closed the book. "Relena," he whispered. But it was hopeless, she loved Heero; everyone knew that. Hell, people who didn't even know Relena or Heero knew THAT. `Why do I do this to myself?' he thought as he got up and returned the book to its place on the shelf. He knew that he could have gone to Quatre's, which was only an hour away from where he now stayed with Relena--Heavyarms would have made it--but he also knew that he wanted to be here, to see her, at least for a little while.

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Relena slipped into her pink silk nightgown and curled up in bed, leaving the door open a crack, as she always did.

She closed her eyes and quickly drifted into dream.

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Trowa is sitting on the sofa, knees curled up into his chest as they always were, reading some of Rumi's poems as he often did. Nothing unusual about it at all.
As she sees him there, his green eyes as translucent as ever, thinking about how beautiful he is, Relena remembers Rumi also.

What is this mischief in my

squeezed heart?

What is this love bent like a harp?

Why is this heart fighting with me

Day and night for Him in my body?

He looks up and smiles at her, something mischievous in his expression, but there was always something mischievous in Trowa's sporadic expressions as far as Relena was concerned.

He stands and pulls her in close to him, releasing the knot of her white terrycloth robe with one hand as he whispers, "I thought you were going to bed."

She can feel his hot breath on her cheek and her voice catches in her throat. `This is a dream. It has to be a dream,' Relena thinks. `But it feels so real...Trowa...A dream. Trowa doesn't think of me like this, but if it is a dream please don't let me wake up.' She opens her mouth to speak, but before she can answer him, the small of her back is in his hand, pulling her as close to him as possible, while his left hand brushes through her hair and his lips claim her mouth. His warm, wet tongue tastes of caramel, and his hands move to slide the terrycloth robe down to the floor.

Relena doesn't fight it; she wants this just as much as he does.

His right hand cups her bottom as his lips and tongue dance down her neck.
"I was," she answers breathlessly.

"Take me with you," he whispers as he nibbles on her earlobe, pressing his hardness against her with desire written all over his transparent eyes, which he could never hide from her.

She presses her hand against his groin and whispers, "follow me."

Pressed up against the wall as Trowa's hand slides up her leg, taking the pink silk nightgown with it, slipping it over her head, removing his green turtleneck immediately thereafter before leaning in for another kiss, Relena can only find the mental faculties to repeat to herself the mantra, `don't wake up don't wake up don't wake up' over and over again before forgetting even this and drowning in the electric sensations he is sending through her body, just by touch, just by being near her, and the warm caress of his breath...the soft touch of his calloused hands, the feeling that it's true: this is love.

His left hand squeezes her breast gently before lifting her into his arms and laying her down on the bed, trailing kisses across her chest as he wriggles out of his too tight jeans, which Relena is finding more sexy by the moment. Released, finally, he climbs on top of her, adjusts himself between her legs...

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Trowa made his way upstairs and paused outside Relena's door. She was groaning in her sleep. He lifted his arm, holding it out for a moment and curling his fingers in such a manner as would brush the hair from her face, but he never did this, never even entered the room, just watched her for a moment through the crack of the door as he let his arm drop. He knew she must be dreaming of HIM, and he was jealous as hell. `Heero, you don't deserve her. If you did, you wouldn't have left like that,' he thinks with a touch of bitterness. "I love you, Relena," he said quietly before heading toward his own room.

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..."I love you Relena," he says before sliding between her legs, pumping gently as he presses tiny kisses to her brow. Then, when he's certain she is comfortable with this, he picks up the pace, gradually, until it becomes fervent love-making and she is sure that she will drown in him and the intense passion that he never before seemed to possess until this very moment.

"Oh God! God! I love you! TROWA! I LOVE YOU!"

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"Oh God! God! I love you! TROWA! I LOVE YOU!"

Trowa stopped dead in his tracks at hearing Relena call out his name in her sleep as if....'as if she's having an orgasm,' he thought, `because of me.' He was surprised, to say the least, and he turned, staring at the open crack of Relena's door, and listening to the silence of midnight.

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alright, well, that's chapter one. This actually was the end of the fic before I decided to continue, but I guess now it's a bit of a cliffy. Ah well, R&R please. Don't know when I'll get the next chapter up since I'm presently writing two inuyasha fics and formatting/uploading an ff8 fic, but if you review I may be persuaded to write faster. And give me ideas! I have the later part of this fic in my mind, but what comes between here and there is a place I'm sort of stuck on! I can't imagine this fic being longer than my Wufei/Relena fic, "Waiting for You", but you never know.