Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Something Wonderful ❯ Chapter 1

Something Wonderful
By Andrea Sinisterra
Rated NC-17
Standard Disclaimers Apply


Author's note: This story is written from Relena's POV. Well, I wrote this, and I checked it, but since English is not my first language and so, not perfect (I just wish), this story may have some spelling or grammar mistakes. I apologize for this. Just my Webster's New World Dictionary and me. I wrote this in so short time, I don't feel too fond of it... yet.


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Submission is something I taste every night. An unconscious surrender to the candor of his embrace. A taste of hell I take off his lips, some liquid burn twisting me up inside. I travel somewhere unknown to the rest of the world, someplace where I'm the goddess he calls and the lover he craves. In this world, there are no barriers, just the two of us, free and chaotic; a heavenly bliss unmeasured and unparalleled to anything else we know.

In our darkness, we succeed in finding comfort, some sort of relief we get from our merciless lives. A discovery of unimaginable worlds meshing together to create our own universe... I've discovered the unthinkable in his arms, found un-compared pleasure wrapped in the heat of his body. And he knows it. His words echo throughout the room; his moans and my groaned name reverberating through the silence, echoing even after the heat has cooled and our breaths have evened. It's true pleasure just hearing the tone in which my name is uttered, a pleasure rivaled only by the feel of his hot hands roaming my body.

Just thinking of it makes me shudder.

Makes me think about the slight tremble of his limbs whenever I decide for some tortured fun; those times when I just hover above his trembling body, an ache I sense even without touching him; those times I tease him, running my nails down his slick form, the play of his war-toned muscles clearly visible under the smoothness of his skin...

How can it be possible every time I think of the two of us together at night, I get this sudden craving for contact I think will leave me breathless with frustration? Sweet Lord, I've definitely become some sort of sex fiend. And the most surprising thing is that I enjoy it immensely. It's like that time he called me his 'devilish sweetness', stating I confused him if whether I had nice, reciprocate tendencies towards my lover or not. I've decided to live up to the title, of course. He has no idea how much I enjoy watching him struggle with himself. It's like when at the beginning he used to deny the magnitude of our encounters, pushing one after the other behind some wall, refusing to acknowledge reality the morning after, while giving me his customary cold shoulder and hard eyes, like if the fact that we were lovers was nonexistent...

But just like everything else, he simply learned to settle into change. Like he always do. Makes me so sad and angry how everything new to him surprises him; angers me that his first reaction to any sentiment is fear. It made me fearful, wondering how much of his soul had died during the war.... how much of his heart was still left intact. It's these things that makes my love for this man soar, because I know he has survived, and so have I... we've made it together.

I don't know if it's arrogance or what I feel every time I see him lying next to me at night; I don't know if it's arrogance this feeling I get knowing he's my husband. Last night, there was some sort of apprehension between us, burdened down by the news I still had to share with him. Maybe it was more like fear, scared perhaps of the possibility of his rejection. I am scared still. Although it's funny how he hasn't noticed yet; I've found out that my hands linger over my stomach. Yet, instead of feeling afraid of this huge element that will undoubtly present a drastic change to our lives, I feel overjoyed.

Overjoyed knowing that together we have crated a new life, someone that will represent the fruit of our love, someone who will be equal parts of us. So many things have happened in our short lives; things good, just as things that make our sleep sometimes restless. We live with the constant fear of the past, that somehow it will come and reach us, and wake us into another reality where there's no love. Maybe having a child is not wise. Maybe having a child...

I just don't know anymore.

The sun is starting to rise; I love how the play of light teases the sky with their splashes of gold and red, casting an orange hue to everything it touches. Like his skin. His body is somewhat cold to the touch due to him sleeping on top of the covers. His back is smooth and hard at the same time, and I can only think of how the muscles ripple when we make love. His body strong and powerful, striking contrasts to the gentleness of his touch, and the tenderness of his face. Is it possible to fall in love several times with the same person?

I remember that time: we were driving home from a ball, we were laughing, and joking, partly due to the wine we had drunk during the party. The music was on, and I remember the breeze was cold as it ruffled our clothes and my hair. I sang at the top of my lungs, while he laughed, joking someone was going to call the cops on me for disturbing the peace, when this song came on. I don't know who it was, or the name of the song, but as the woman started singing, her words seemed to render us into a silence charged with electricity.

I don't remember much of the song, but there were some parts that I knew had made us very aware of the other.

If I could have just a moment of you, would I be wanting more?
If I could have just a taste of you, would I be addicted?
If I could have just a touch of you, could I tear myself away?

The woman's voice was low and husky, her words flowing over us in simple caresses, while the breeze still tried to cool our suddenly heated flesh. We made love that night, our bodies eager and restless, the song's haunting voice resounding as our bodies meshed and reached completion.

You are the cliff that I walk,
Lord, help me if I fall
And are you more than my hunger?
Lord, help me if I starve.

He's starting to wake now, his breathing pattern altering. I press cold fingers to my stomach, waiting for him to open his eyes. It's a slow process, and I love watching every stage, from his unconscious stretching and yawning, to the sexy smile he gives me, the one where his lips quirk upwards while his eyes are still heavy lidded. I laugh when his arms snakes around my waist; I'm always amazed of his strength, as he pulls me under him, his eyes still closed and a funny frown on his face.

He looks like a baby like this. Baby...

"Morning." His voice is husky, his eyes still half closed, even as I felt his hands begin to smoothly run down my arms, and to my midsection.

"Hey."

His lips touched my neck, their softness tickling as he put my hands on his back. On their own volition, they moved up and down, running nails while leaving a trail of fire he voiced with a groan. The sun has almost surpassed the horizon, the sky kissing the reds of night goodbye, while welcoming the new dawn.

He flipped to his back, sitting me on top of him while taking the white sheet from around me, bearing me to his sight. I shiver at the look on his face, his hands hard and grasping on my thighs, while I rub my body in a tempting invitation we both want to accept.

"You want me to touch you?" His answer is his breathless state, as he runs his hands up my sides. "I thought soldiers knew of evasive maneuvers when under attack."

His voice is choked as I moved down his body, finally lying between his outstretched legs. "There is this thing called surrender."

I laugh, running my hands up his legs, and then my nails on the back of his knees. "Ah, surrendering without a fight? So soon? I may mistake you for a weaker force."

He groaned as I smiled, my lips hovering over his heated flesh. His voice is strangled, his hands snaking into my hair. "What can I say, I'm helpless."

Our foreplay is languorous, my breath leaving a teasing memory as I trail my mouth up his body again, stopping on his nipples. I lave the beaded nubs with my tongue, alternately nibbling on them. "I was right. Such a weaker force."

I settle my body over his again, rubbing lightly, delighted in the groans and slight shaking of his hands as they rise to bring my head down. Our lips meet in a fiery encounter, our tongues fueling a heat within that will soon be unleashed. I close my thighs tighter around his hips, my knees pressing into his waist, and I smile when he raises his lower body, wanting it to make contact with mine.

"You want to cause havoc this early, love?"

He moves his hands to cup my breasts, his thumbs rubbing over my nipples, and I can't help the shudder that runs up my spine. "The time makes no difference. I blame all these wants on you."

I laugh, even as I lower and stop when the tip of him presses against me. "But of course you'd blame them all on me. What if I decide to... stop?" I tease him by rising on my knees again, putting more distance between our bodies.

He groans, his tone rough, and dry, "I should call those forces on you. This torturing surely must be illegal."

"Well," I lower again onto his body, my hands flat on his chest, "then maybe I am to blame. I wouldn't want such an encounter with said forces. They might be... relentless."

And I push down. My voice is loud, resounding in the room; the exquisite feel of his member rubbing inside me; the pull and drag motions increasing as I put my weight on my legs and rock my body, his hands lifting me by grasping my hips. His thrusts, powerful.

"You tease too much." He's breathless by now, his dark hair soft and partially covering his eyes. I move the bangs away, eager to look into his eyes. They are dark, a blue fire dancing in their depths. There is desire in them, and suddenly, we are transported back into our own world. The room around us disappears, there's no sound except our breathing, and the one of flesh against flesh.

"You enjoy too much."

"How could I not," a groan interrupts his words, a harsh breath leaving his lungs. "You leave me no choice."

I manage to laugh, a moment before a streak of passion swirls to life, and I gasp, trying to keep it in. "You make it sound as if I-- as if I had you shackled."

"You just wish."

"Oh," I doubled my efforts, "you've no idea- what my wishes are. Believe me, you're in for a ride."

"I'll take that ride later." He sat up, crushing me to him, the feeling of my breasts rubbing against his chest had to be the closest thing to heaven. "Right now... let's focus on right now."

I gasp as a stronger pulse shots through my body, making my head spin, and my mouth dry. "I'll focus later. Much later."

His hand cradled my neck when I buried my head in his throat, at the same time as he turned his head to whisper in my ear. "Our next ride... I will take revenge."

"I'll call those forces on you!" I managed to answer just before the swirling hit boiling point and I fell over the edge.

But he still went on. And not to my surprise, as it has happened before, I felt the heat, not as strong; start to burn inside my being. A shriek was my body's instant reaction to the feel of his finger reach for my clitoris, rubbing it in smooth circles, urging me to drop again.

It wasn't much longer when I gasped his name, and he mine, that we both fell to the bed, tired and breathless, but the adrenaline still pumping through our veins. Oh, yes, there would definitely be a second round... maybe even that special ride he promised.

"Those forces have nothing on me."

I ran my hands through his hair, the tresses still silky. "Hmm, you've certainly proven your assets. Shame on me for thinking you a weaker force."

We snuggled deeper into the bed as I tucked myself under his arm, the firm beating of his heart under my ear.

"I knew you would eventually see reason. What kind of assets do you mean, by the way?"

There was slight condescension in his voice that made me laugh at his childishness. "Oh, wouldn't you love to know."

"Believe me, I would."

"Well, then, we must explore together and discover them... later."

He made a pout, and I couldn't help myself as I kissed him. Sometimes he was just too adorable. It was then I remembered my earlier worries. How could I have let him make love to me when I still had such an important thing to tell? I'm helpless when things revolve around him and his multiple skills.

"A penny for your thoughts."

I grinned; it was a wonder how easily he made me smile and laugh. "Your fortune is not enough to cover them all." Then I sighed, finally letting the burden of my thoughts to fall on my shoulders with their full weight. "What if I told you that in a couple of months... things wouldn't be the same?"

His eyes narrowed for a second, before he rose on his elbow to look down at me. "I guess it would depend on what that 'thing' is."

"What if I told you it will be a drastic change to our lives?"

"I would tell you that about time we went in for a change... but again, it would depend on what that 'change' is. I definitely will not dye my hair blonde, if that's the change you mean."

I laughed. Such a child when it came to serious matters. Although, not completely. "What if I told you... I was pregnant."

He took the deepest breath a person could possibly take, and I knew that the clot in my throat had to be my heart. "If you told me you were pregnant..."

I waited, and waited, and when he finally spoke, there was a brilliant smile on his lips. "I would hug you," his voice is hoarse with emotion, and if I'm not mistaken, there was a subtle wavering to it that made tears come to my eyes. "And tell you I love you."

"So... what if I tell you... I am pregnant?"

And he kissed me. Not a passionate kiss, but something sweet and simple that I'm sure I will never ever forget. His lips pressed against mine in a simple caress that had me breathless and crying when he moved away. "I love you."

I felt slightly indignant when he just smiled, bringing me close to him. "And I love you back."

I frowned at his motions, "what are you doing?" I asked when I saw a devilish look cross his face.

"What do you think?" When I gave him a blank look, he smiled, and pressed his body to mine. "It's time for that promised ride."





Oh, sweet Lord.





~ The End ~


*Song 'Taste' by Lorna Vallings.