Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ So This is Love ❯ Drowning into Dawn ( Chapter 7 )

Still don't own `em. Still don't own Rumi's poems. This one, as you can probably guess, comes from "The Essential Rumi" by Coleman Barks.

This chapter will be the lemon that I promised. Not much else will happen in this chapter, so if you don't like lemons and don't want to read my first attempt at one, then read the below sentence and proceed to chapter eight.

*clears throat* Ahem. Ready? Here goes. . .

They had sex.

(now go to chapter eight, or if you're a perv *winks* read on.)

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"So this is Love"

by: Banshee Puppet

Chapter Seven: Drowning into Dawn

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I am filled with you.

Skin, blood, bone, brain, and soul.

There's no room for lack of trust, or trust.

Nothing in this existence but that existence.

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Home. It felt so good, to know he had one. And it was her. And she was gentle. And she was kind. And she was beautiful. And she loved him as much as he loved her.

Trowa held her carefully as he brought her out of Heavyarms, the scent of her lingering on him from the close quarters of their ride, drowning him.

She gave him a gentle smile. What would people think of her, the pacifist ruler of the Sanq Kingdom galavanting around in a Gundam. Well, nobody had to know. Besides, the world looked so different from up there, inside the cockpit like that, and she was dizzy with the giddiness of the new sensation. Not that she'd be signing up for war anytime soon, just to get the pleasure of going around in a mobile suit, but she had to admit, the machines DID have their charm, or would, if they weren't so. . .well, destructive.

"You must be tired," Trowa stated, breaking her out of her thoughts.

Strangely, she wasn't. She knew that she should be, but she wasn't sure why she wasn't, really. "Oh, you know, a little, I suppose."

Trowa couldn't help the tiniest smirk. There she goes, being cute again. He took a breath, slightly deeper than usual, only just realizing he still had his arms wrapped protectively around her. He blushed slightly and let go. "Oh. Sorry," he said.

Relena sighed. `Ever the gentleman,' she thought, mentally rolling her eyes.

"You apologize too much," she scolded.

"Sorry. I mean, ah, um. . ."

Relena chuckled. `Too cute.'

For Trowa's part, he was flustered. What was he supposed to do, say? He couldn't say what was on his mind, because, quite frankly, his thoughts were. . . inappropriate, and his hormones had a mind of their own, and Relena was beautiful and more alluring than he'd thought it was possible for one woman to be, even in her slightly damaged form. The more he accepted his emotions, the more he realized one irrefutable fact. He wanted her.

Relena bit her lower lip. The way he looked at her sometimes just sent shocks all the way through her. And as new as their relationship was, it felt so natural that she was. . .anxious for her dreams to become reality, but she also knew that he was too. . .skiddish yet to take that chance with her.

She leaned up, brushing her fingers through his hair and gave him a warm kiss. "Love you," she whispered.

He returned with a faint smile and his lips pressed to her brow, arms wrapped around her lower back. "Love you," he returned, almost cooing in contentment as a soft sigh escaped his lips. This was just all way too perfect to be real.

He gasped as he felt a warm hand press against the bare skin of his stomach. `Bare skin? Since when?!?" His eyes shot wide in shock as he looked down and noticed that Relena had managed to untuck a small portion of his shirt and had wriggled her fingers underneath it. He swallowed hard.

"R-Relena, what're you doing?"

"You love me?" she asked softly.

"You know I do."

"I know. But what I don't know is. . ." she swallowed, unsure if this was a place in their relationship that he was ready to go. Anyway, there wasn't really any turning back at this point. ". . .if you want me."

Trowa was surprised to say the least. How could she not know that he. . .? What man in his right mind wouldn't? But, was that, okay? Her expression told him it was, and suddenly a memory of her calling out his name in sleep arrested his senses and his breath hitched as he pulled her to him in a hungry kiss.

When he pulled back, gasping for breath, arms wrapped just a little more tightly about her, he said, eyes looking just a bit glassy, "stupid question. But I. . ." he paused unsurely. "That is. . . Relena, are you sure that. . . that it's okay. . . or. . . it's just. . .awfully soon, isn't it?"

Relena nodded in understanding. "All the same, if you think about it," she said tentatively. "I've loved you for a very long time, Trowa."

". . . and I, you, my Relena. But are you saying. . .?"

"You haven't been back here in a few weeks. I bet you miss your room," she said, chuckling when he gave her a confused expression. What WAS she going on about now? His room? The furthest thing from his. . . oh. Oh! His eyes widened in realization. She couldn't stifle a small chuckle at the play of emotions over his face.

He nodded dumbly, unsure if any of this was actually happening and praying that it wasn't a dream. . .

Excited, terrified, his hand tingled at her touch, anticipation building in his form as he thought about it. Drawn after her like a moth after flame as she led him up the stairs and to the end of the hall where a closed door and the dark room beyond it called to them.

He turned the light on when they entered and she closed the door.

With a sigh, Relena kissed his jaw. "We don't need that, you know," she whispered.

"I. . .want to see you," he returned, causing a flush to come to her cheeks. Nothing of the animal in this, like in dreams, more like a careful decision, and that was better, Relena decided. Their first time together shouldn't be in the dark, with closed eyes.

She nodded. With gentle movements, she slipped his turtleneck up, fingers ghosting over his sides. `God, he feels so good under my fingers, so right!' It startled her, how much she wanted this, how much different this was already from her dreams. How much better it was.

With a slight shudder, Trowa raised his arms and pulled the shirt off over his wrists. He gulped under her intent stare. She couldn't keep herself from tracing her hands over his well-toned muscles. She hadn't imagined that he would look like this. He was just. . . remarkable, like some Greek sculpture, only soft, and warm.

"God," she breathed, looking up into his eyes once again. "Trowa, you're gorgeous."

`And I haven't even seen all of you yet,' she thought.

Unable to resist, Trowa pulled her tight against his chest and caught her in another hungry kiss, his tongue playing at her lips and begging entrance.

She parted her lips almost unconsciously, falling weak-kneed against him. This kiss was definitely less shy than the other ones, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders as his found her cheek, hair, ran down over her back.

The kiss broke heavily, but the contact did not, his fingers just barely, shyly, peeking under the hem of her tank at the nape of her back, her waist. His lips trailed across her jawbone as he found his own dreams coming back to him, making him just a little less shy about the entire situation. Still, his mind fought for control. He was accustomed to being in control, and fighting his own body was something that frightened him. He didn't think he could win against it.

A small whimper of a moan escaped Relena's lips, surprised at the emotion and desire that seemed to come off Trowa in waves. "What are you doing to me?" he asked, voice slightly muffled against her skin, before he kissed her lips again, this time a soft, gentle kiss, and pulled back slightly to look into her eyes.

She gasped at the fire she found brewing in those deep eyes, just simmering beneath the surface. His muscles tensed slightly in his nervousness as he slipped his hands up her sides, the tank coming up with them. He was enamored with the easy, trusting way that Relena raised her arms over her head for him. But his desire only increased as he realized suddenly what he should have realized a while ago. No bra. And. . .

For a moment, he forgot to breathe as he gazed at her.

Relena blushed faintly. She hadn't put one on in her haste earlier tonight, and she'd let it slip her mind until just now. "I. . ."

Trowa couldn't help but admire the way the pinkish pre-dawn light played off Relena's skin. And of course, he couldn't help but admire Relena's skin either. One hand drifted up her side without previous thought and long fingers softly ran over the sensitive skin of her left breast. He leaned in and kissed her softly at the juncture between neck and shoulder, eliciting a soft sigh from the woman in his arms.

Nibbling her ear, he whispered, "You're more beautiful than I ever imagined, and I've only seen half of you yet."

Relena cooed slightly, surprised when he lifted her and lay her on the bed. Sitting beside her, he leaned over her, kissing her lips again before letting his mouth trail downwards to her throat as he, more easily now, almost absentmindedly, continued to fondle her breast with one hand as his mouth found the other and slowly worked it's way over the smooth skin, kissing, occasionally nipping the flesh, tongue darting out here and there. When his lips found the nipple and he began to suck gently there, Relena let out a gasp and thoughtlessly arched into the sensation.

The delicious sensation sent shivers through Trowa as he cursed his tight jeans mentally, his free hand ghosting over her stomach and tracing along the top of her jeans. This was really happening, so, throwing away any reservations he had had up to this point, encouraged by Relena's tiny gasps and whimpers, her shortening breaths, he flipped open the button of her jeans and let one finger pull down the zipper.

He released her breasts, sitting up slightly and looking into her eyes, looking for the permission he found written all over her expression as she lifted her hips up slightly to help him rid her of the garment.

His fingers looped the white satin panties she wore and pulled them down with the jeans, and he swallowed hard, his pulse racing and thudding dangerously as he found her completely exposed to his gaze.

He was silent for a long few moments, content to just stare at her.

"T-Trowa?" she asked finally.

"I didn't think anything could be this beautiful," he whispered, looking up into her eyes and smiling at her. "You're like an angel, a seductive, erotic angel."

He leaned over her again and kissed her gently, letting his hands roam once again and eventually finding the womanhood between her legs. With a wimper, she allowed him to slide his hand between her thighs, parting them a bit for him, content to let him take charge of the entire situation, as much as it surprised her that he would do so, and again found herself arching into his inexperienced, yet very perceptive touch.

Trowa took the time to learn every bit of her body, discovering what she liked best, and he seemed to find something she liked very much, and he liked just as much as he played with a tiny flap of skin he found between the lips of her parted legs. He slid his fingers down, enjoying the juicy moisture there and shuddering in anticipation as he circled the puckered opening before sliding the moisture upward again. She'd started bucking slightly against his hand, probably didn't realize she was doing it, and he rested his head against her shoulder, taking deep breaths to control himself.

`I can't take much more of this,' he thought, swallowing hard, and, with his free hand, undoing the clasp of his jeans. He would have to let go of her for a moment to rid himself of the offending garment and though he was loathe to do so, he knew it would be well worth it. He gave her one more kiss on those pliant lips before pulling away and standing.

Relena whimpered a protest at the loss of contact and opened blue eyes, pupils dilated with lust, rolling her head to see what Trowa was doing, and held her breath unconsciously in anticipation as she saw him sliding down the zipper of his too tight jeans. She bit her lower lip and watched him wriggle out of them, boxer shorts coming down with them, exposing a slightly larger than. . . modest. . .erection, muscular thighs. She ruminated on him hungrily, a beautiful, naked DaVinci.

She shuddered in anticipation as he moved back towards her, carefully, some amount of nervousness on him yet, but just a lingering shadow of what it was. He leaned over and kissed her gently, whispering to her once again, "love you," and waiting for some sign that she was ready.

"Love you too," she whispered back, impatient that he was still waiting. "Trowa," she said softly as the dawn's light started to flood into the room, "please. I can't take your teasing much longer."

He smirked down at her, a previous conversation remembered and said softly, "who's teasing?" before taking a breath and adjusting himself over her carefully.

She spread her legs further to accommodate him and he kissed her brow, adjusting himself at her opening and sliding in a bit. He gave a few slow, shallow thrusts, getting accustomed to her, letting her get accustomed to him, but neither of them was content enough with this for very long as Relena wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed upwards against his downward thrust, causing a surprised gasp to escape his lips.

"Trowa," she whined. "Please!"

He bit his lip and with shaky breaths shoved himself all the way into her. `Delicious' his mind told him. And his, at first slow, tentative thrusts soon became something much more urgent, pleading, and his heart pounded in his ears as he watched Relena's expression, her mouth opening into a small "o" and the most amazing sounds escaping her lips that only caused the pressure to build in him more, drowning him in a heady sort of sensation as the Dawn came in full force through the window, casting orangey shadows over everything.

`Better than any old dream,' is all Relena can think, watching the borderline ecstatic expression threatening to break Trowa's usual mask, boiling in his eyes. `Too good. Mmm.' And she felt her body start to convulse.

"Oh. Oh god! T-trowa. Unh. Don't stop. Please don't stop," she begged as her peak threatened to take her any moment, any second, any. . . "Unh! Oh, god, yes! Trowa!" she called out as she pulled him down with her through her ecstacy.

He'd never imagined that anything could feel this good as, suddenly, Relena squeezed him tight inside of her, crying out. Crying out his name. It was all he could do to bury himself deep within her once more before coming with one final gasp that sounded suspiciously like his love's name.

He pulls her into his arms and rolls her over on top of him to prevent from collapsing on top of her, and reluctantly slides out of her. He feels like he needs to say something as his breathing slows to a normal pace, his heart slowing from the high it was on moments ago, as he holds her protectively against his chest and she smiles lazily into his eyes.

"Thank you," is what comes out of his mouth.

Relena chuckled at his, as usual, matter-of-fact way of summing up all the things that should be said into one short, yet somehow perfect sentence. "Thank you back," she grinned, resting her head on his shoulder, knowing full well what he'd really meant, having read it all in his eyes long before this. His confusion, his amazement, his desire. She had made him feel, and he liked it. He didn't have to say any of that though. She already knew, and knowing, she let her eyes drift closed and sleep claim her.

For Trowa's part, he stared down at her for a long while as the sun rose to it's full daylit height, and a brighter future, for both of them, before he buried his face into her wheat-colored hair and let a contented, dreamless sleep consume him.

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okay, so that was my first lemon. *bites lower lip* Next chapter we will return to actual plot and resolve things left up in the air. Almost at the end of this fic now. So, yay, cheers. R&R. And as always, happy haunting.

~Banshee Puppet~