Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Taming ❯ Just Before Sleeping ( Chapter 9 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Hey everyone! Here's the next chapter of The Taming *waits for applause that isn't coming*...Anyway, as you can see, this is a short chapter and for that I apologize. I wasn't even thinking about it for the longest time but I decided to quit angsting and get to work. Which means that the readers of Awkward Situation will have a new chapter as soon as I can manage it. Some of you (maybe one?) might have noticed that as far as ff.net is concerned, I no longer exist as SweetasStrychnine. I don't know why, I don't know when, but they did it. Cut down in the prime of life! When the emotional scars have healed, I will begin writing there with some new stories (Pen name undecided as of yet, I'll post it when I pick one) but I'm not continuing any of my present stories there as it is a huge hassle. Sorry for the inconvenience and I hope you people will be more willing to forgive me than I am to forgive...those...! Anyway, I don't own GW AND this story may (hopefully eventually) contain mature content that should not be viewed by people who don't consider themselves mature enough to read it.
As Trowa, Quatre in his arms, made his way from the hall, Relena gave Heero a pointed look. "You know Heero, you've been gone for a long time."
"I suppose."
Relena paused until she realized Heero was done. "Anyway," she continued, "I'm feeling a little tired as well. I think I'll retire."
"Goodnight."
"Actually Heero, I think you look a little tired too. You have been gone a long time," she repeated.
"I feel fine."
Everyone in the hall had caught on except for Heero, it seemed. Duo leaned over. "She wants to go have sex with you," he stage-whispered.
Heero looked at his slave, startled, and then looked over at his wife. "Oh..."
Relena leaned down towards her husband, the alcohol she had consumed erasing her inhibitions. "Heero, I'm not pregnant yet. Come to bed."
"But Duo..."
"He can stay in the servants quarters. Come on!" Relena grasped his hand and Heero allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.
"I don't want him in the servants quarters," he said as Relena led him away.
Duo watched him go, silently staring after his master. The hall quickly emptied after Relena and Heero's exit, leaving Duo alone. He sat at the table for awhile. Then he sat on the table. Then, just for variety, he sat under the table. Since no one had told him where to go there really weren't any other options.
*** The Queen's Bedchamber***
(A/N: prepare for a little 1xR, I promise it won't be too bad)
Relena stood before a mirror, struggling with the buttons on her dress just a bit more than was warranted considering the amount of alcohol she had consumed. Heero's lips narrowed in annoyance but he went to her aid.
Relena slid out of her dress and left in in a heap on the ground. It didn't matter, one of her maids would get it "Heero, I miss you when you go."
"I know."
"Then why do you leave?" Relena leaned into her husband's firm chest and wrapped an arm around his neck to pull him closer for a kiss.
Heero allowed the hand to guide him and carefully brought his lips flush with hers. With his wife's, he corrected himself viciously. His Wife.
Relena turned towards him and began to work on the buttons of his shirt as Heero watched their reflections in the mirror. In the dim light, he could almost imagine that Relena's honey-brown hair was shades darker. He stroked a hand down the length of hair, disappointed, for some reason, that it seemed to end so soon. And it was too fine, not thick and slightly wavy like...Heero cut that thought off at the source. His WIFE.
Relena finished undressing him quickly enough, Heero supposed. He didn't exactly remember her doing it, but then why should he? It was similar to a business deal - the payment had been given and now the goods had to be delivered. There didn't have to be any emotion involved.
'There didn't have to be any emotion involved,' Duo thought, 'its not like I matter.' He curled up as best he could on the hearth, as close as possible to the embers left burning to try and stay warm in the drafty hall. All he knew about the layout of the castle was that there was a servant's quarter *somewhere* and he wasn't supposed to stay in it. This left him with one option: sleeping in the hall and hoping Heero would come get him eventually. Duo smiled to himself and shifted uncomfortably on the stone floor, it wasn't very likely. Relena seemed to care deeply about Heero and Heero...well, it was hard to tell what he thought about anyone, really. The fact that he was so quick to leave with Relena was probably a sign in her favour. 'He's amazing, the perfect husband for a queen.' Duo paused for a moment to try and get a little more comfortable. It didn't work. 'She wanted to have sex with him. I bet they're in a beautiful room somewhere, screwing like rabbits. No wonder he's off with her, I should have let him when I had the chance.'
Duo was ready to fall asleep after making this pronouncement to himself but another voice cut in. 'You did let him, remember? He didn't want to. Maybe he just wanted an easy fuck until he got back to his wife but you couldn't even do that. You're more trouble than you're worth so he gave up. And now she will satisfy him because he'd rather be with her.'
Duo rolled over uneasily. "Of course he would," he said aloud, "of course."
Heero looked down at Relena and gently lowered himself into her. Nothing. Aside from the physical pleasure, he felt nothing.
Relena looked up at him, concerned. "Heero -ah- are you okay?"
Heero held back a sigh, he'd have to do better than that. They had long since snuffed the candles and in the dark they were little more than dim shapes to each other. Heero pictured Relena in his mind and then turned her eyes the intense indigo that belonged to someone else he had been thinking of. He changed her hair into a long chestnut braid and slimmed parts of her body while filling out others. Heero withdrew and then slid once more into her welcoming heat. Oh Duo...
He was most passionate that night and Relena was pleased.
As Trowa, Quatre in his arms, made his way from the hall, Relena gave Heero a pointed look. "You know Heero, you've been gone for a long time."
"I suppose."
Relena paused until she realized Heero was done. "Anyway," she continued, "I'm feeling a little tired as well. I think I'll retire."
"Goodnight."
"Actually Heero, I think you look a little tired too. You have been gone a long time," she repeated.
"I feel fine."
Everyone in the hall had caught on except for Heero, it seemed. Duo leaned over. "She wants to go have sex with you," he stage-whispered.
Heero looked at his slave, startled, and then looked over at his wife. "Oh..."
Relena leaned down towards her husband, the alcohol she had consumed erasing her inhibitions. "Heero, I'm not pregnant yet. Come to bed."
"But Duo..."
"He can stay in the servants quarters. Come on!" Relena grasped his hand and Heero allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.
"I don't want him in the servants quarters," he said as Relena led him away.
Duo watched him go, silently staring after his master. The hall quickly emptied after Relena and Heero's exit, leaving Duo alone. He sat at the table for awhile. Then he sat on the table. Then, just for variety, he sat under the table. Since no one had told him where to go there really weren't any other options.
*** The Queen's Bedchamber***
(A/N: prepare for a little 1xR, I promise it won't be too bad)
Relena stood before a mirror, struggling with the buttons on her dress just a bit more than was warranted considering the amount of alcohol she had consumed. Heero's lips narrowed in annoyance but he went to her aid.
Relena slid out of her dress and left in in a heap on the ground. It didn't matter, one of her maids would get it "Heero, I miss you when you go."
"I know."
"Then why do you leave?" Relena leaned into her husband's firm chest and wrapped an arm around his neck to pull him closer for a kiss.
Heero allowed the hand to guide him and carefully brought his lips flush with hers. With his wife's, he corrected himself viciously. His Wife.
Relena turned towards him and began to work on the buttons of his shirt as Heero watched their reflections in the mirror. In the dim light, he could almost imagine that Relena's honey-brown hair was shades darker. He stroked a hand down the length of hair, disappointed, for some reason, that it seemed to end so soon. And it was too fine, not thick and slightly wavy like...Heero cut that thought off at the source. His WIFE.
Relena finished undressing him quickly enough, Heero supposed. He didn't exactly remember her doing it, but then why should he? It was similar to a business deal - the payment had been given and now the goods had to be delivered. There didn't have to be any emotion involved.
'There didn't have to be any emotion involved,' Duo thought, 'its not like I matter.' He curled up as best he could on the hearth, as close as possible to the embers left burning to try and stay warm in the drafty hall. All he knew about the layout of the castle was that there was a servant's quarter *somewhere* and he wasn't supposed to stay in it. This left him with one option: sleeping in the hall and hoping Heero would come get him eventually. Duo smiled to himself and shifted uncomfortably on the stone floor, it wasn't very likely. Relena seemed to care deeply about Heero and Heero...well, it was hard to tell what he thought about anyone, really. The fact that he was so quick to leave with Relena was probably a sign in her favour. 'He's amazing, the perfect husband for a queen.' Duo paused for a moment to try and get a little more comfortable. It didn't work. 'She wanted to have sex with him. I bet they're in a beautiful room somewhere, screwing like rabbits. No wonder he's off with her, I should have let him when I had the chance.'
Duo was ready to fall asleep after making this pronouncement to himself but another voice cut in. 'You did let him, remember? He didn't want to. Maybe he just wanted an easy fuck until he got back to his wife but you couldn't even do that. You're more trouble than you're worth so he gave up. And now she will satisfy him because he'd rather be with her.'
Duo rolled over uneasily. "Of course he would," he said aloud, "of course."
Heero looked down at Relena and gently lowered himself into her. Nothing. Aside from the physical pleasure, he felt nothing.
Relena looked up at him, concerned. "Heero -ah- are you okay?"
Heero held back a sigh, he'd have to do better than that. They had long since snuffed the candles and in the dark they were little more than dim shapes to each other. Heero pictured Relena in his mind and then turned her eyes the intense indigo that belonged to someone else he had been thinking of. He changed her hair into a long chestnut braid and slimmed parts of her body while filling out others. Heero withdrew and then slid once more into her welcoming heat. Oh Duo...
He was most passionate that night and Relena was pleased.