Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Woman I Call Wife ❯ Chapter 2

The Woman I Call Wife
By Andrea Sinisterra
Rated NC-17
Humor/Romance
Standard Disclaimers Apply



A special thank you goes to all those of you who reviewed my story. Thank you for the nice words, and for not eating me up alive for choosing two dates so far apart… *snicker* they are -not- that far from each other!

Author's Note: I'm sorry to say this, but my merry bone seems to be missing. I tried really hard to keep the flow from the previous part, but as you will know once you start reading, it's not the same. Particularly because I had to rewrite the entire part, and well, not too much humor! Excuses, excuses, excuses… Anyhow, hope you enjoy, and with this I say goodbye to my participation in this year's Church of Lemon Challenge. Good luck to all the poor Sinners out there who have been subjected to Rose's wrath. God Speed! ^___^

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Part 2


Have you ever wondered if God put us on this Earth just for his mere entertainment? There were times I thought he had created us just to make us suffer and make him laugh.

But surprisingly, I don't care anymore… We dressed in a hurry, grabbing keys and purse as we made our way to the car. And it made me wonder how it would be if it were Relena the one pregnant. Her flushed skin glowing with happiness, her stomach swollen with her pregnancy… I have no doubt in my heart that Relena will make a terrific mother.

I found myself wandering those isles as we drove to the hospital, feeling her hand squeezing mine in excitement. Her face is beaming right now, happiness dancing in her eyes, and I can't help but think how beautiful she is, or how much I love this woman. This makes me remember that question I've wanted to ask her… I suppose it can wait a few more hours…

I squeeze her hand in return, knowing that her eyes are on me. The silence stretches between us, and it has never been as comfortable as this one.

It was a mess when we finally got to the hospital; we waited outside on the hall, a small waiting room with plastic chairs the only thing keeping us from collapsing with exhaustion. Now and then, Noin's cries and screams reached to where we were, making Relena flinch with surprise. From time to time, Relena would stand up and walk around, intent on the floor… walking herself to exhaustion before collapsing in the chair beside me, and resting her head on my shoulder.

The hours came and went; Milliardo came out once, his face haggard and worried. Apparently they had induced labor on Noin, which was why it was taking longer, and of course, induced labor was more painful. Eventually, Milliardo went back inside, and Relena was back to a riot of nerves.

It wasn't much longer after that that Milliardo rushed out; I swear I've never seen his face like this before. It was like he was beaming with happiness; and frankly, the sight made me smile… and yearn.

Relena smiled at me as she took my hand and dragged me along with her, as Milliardo showed us the way through two swinging doors, and into the OR Noin was in… cradling a small bundle of pink. For a moment, it was Relena I saw laying in that bed, and our daughter in her hands. And how I wished it were true.

We stayed awhile after that, my wife as happy as if it had been she the one to give birth to a beautiful child. I was surprised though, when I felt… envy, I think you call it, when I saw Milliardo reach for his daughter, his hands trembling.

Of course we've talked about having kids; during the first few weeks into our marriage, it was all we ever talked about. But always ending with the agreement to wait a few years just to settle down. Honestly, it would prove a challenge having kids right now, but I'd be more than willing to sacrifice my job and change my schedule for this… I know she would, too. We even talked about names, and I know Relena wants our daughter to be named Amelia, and our son, Thomas. Good names, if you ask me. But I think for now, we can just hope.

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The hours came and went, and when Heero and Relena finally emerged from the hospital -their thoughts intent on the family they left behind, and their bodies tired from the long night- it was already morning.

Heero's original plan was to get home and just collapse onto his bed to forget the couple last days had ever happened. His original plan was to just sleep until the dawn of the next day, and forget the last couples of days had ever happened. His original plan had not included Relena's hand creeping up his leg as they drove home. And certainly, his original plan had not included her teeth on his earlobe. Certainly, that hadn't been the plan. But, who was he to complain, right?

The ride from the hospital to the Yuy-Peacecraft residence had never before seemed so short as Heero sped across town in his urge to reach the comfort of his room, and get that much needed release he had been missing for the last couples of days. Of course, the persistent touch of his wife's hands on him was an added bonus to his already steaming adrenaline. Talk about rush!

They really didn't care when all the people stared at them when they got home and rushed inside, and they really didn't care when Heero left the car keys inside the vehicle… Relena had a spare one, so who cared. They stopped at the front door, Heero trying to find the right key, while Relena started kissing him, her mouth open and hungry on his neck. It was no wonder when his hand started trembling, preventing him from getting the key into the slot. It wasn't much time after that when Heero finally, with a groan, pushed the door open and carried Relena inside, their mouths coming together in a passionate, urgent kiss.

Despite their long night, their bodies seemed to be charged with an energy that had them trembling with anticipation, a sexual energy that would soon have to be unleashed. It had been far too long, the stress of the week, of the previous night, the weight of their thoughts… it all collided into the now, bursting into passion as they struggled to breathe, at the same time, trying to outdo the other in their quest to ecstasy.

Heero slid his hands under her shirt, eager to get to her skin, even as her hands trembled when they reached for his pants. His mouth trailed fiery kisses down the line of her jaw, to the column of her neck, suckling the skin; not caring if he left bruises. They stumbled on their way to their bedroom, laughing breathlessly when they collapsed onto the wide steps of the stairs, making no effort to stand up and walk the last few steps to their room. His hands moved under the hem of her skirt, pulling down her panties, the silky material sliding down easily and falling from his rough hands.

He smiled, delighted with her moans; the sound music to his ears. Her eyes were cast low, and her teeth bared as she struggled to breathe; her back arched as her body beckoned him to take her, an invitation that he had no qualms accepting.

Relena was finally able to push his pants down, soon followed by his boxers; her hands closing around him as she guided his member into her body. Her legs closed around him, even as she arched when he plunged into her, mercilessly and without warning. His thrusts were powerful, searing her with a rough stroke that was even welcomer than if he had been making love to her, because right now, this was what she wanted. Sex. The frenzied passion that dominates him when he's too far-gone in sensation… They could make love later.

It wasn't too long, after a particularly deep thrust that she came, moaning his name as she closed her legs tighter around him. And he still kept going. A light sheen of sweat covered his face, and she realized they were still half clothed. Her body seemed to hum with pleasure, her voice a soft gasp every time he plunged into her. Her back ached from the rough cold marble under her, but she really didn't care, so as long as he didn't stop. She could feel herself reaching her peak again, and she voiced her anticipation with the groaning of his name.

Heero hid his face on her shoulder and neck, kissing her sweat slicked skin with a reverence that only she deserved, while he snaked his arms under her, guarding her back against the floor, even as he turned around and sat her on his lap, urging her body to move and start a rhythm.

Relena started moving her hips in a back and forth motion, throwing her head back as pulse after pulse of pleasure shot throughout her body, all the while as Heero worked the tiny buttons of her blouse, and then the clasp of her brassier. Soon after, he had bared her to his eyes, her breasts beckoning him for a taste, and he was more than eager to oblige.

Relena doubled her efforts, her lips coming down to capture his, her tongue invading his mouth in a breathless quest for submission. She smiled against his lips when he groaned her name, his eyes shut tight, and she knew he was almost there. Her mouth left his, starting a trail of hot kisses down his face, neck, to his shoulder, where she bit his skin as she came for a second time, then closing her eyes in satisfaction when he moaned her name as he came.

They laid there, Relena completely wrapped around him as they willed their bodies to cool down, and their hearts to settle into a healthier rhythm. It was moments later when they finally moved, their lips coming together in a languorous, yet deep kiss. She groaned when she felt him start moving, tightening her legs around him to keep him from doing so, but when he stood up with her in his arms, she stayed quiet, content she didn't have to worry with trying to make her legs work.

Heero carried her back to their room, steadying her when he put her down, and helping her remove her already wrinkled skirt, the last piece of clothing she had on. His hands traveled the long expanse of her skin, stroking her to a breathless state; moving from her shoulders to her breasts, caressing the globes softly, before moving down and cupping her mound in his hand, his thumb going directly to her clit, stroking her until her legs gave way under her, and he had to carry her to the bed.

He stood there for a moment or two; transfixed by the creature he called his wife. He placed kisses on both her knees, moving upward, kissing until he reached the softer skin of her inner thigh, her legs trembling with renewed pleasure. Her hands lost themselves in the silk of his hair, tightening almost unbearably when his tongue touched her center in a bursting climax of sensation. Her voice was choked, hoarse when she whispered his name, silently claiming, wanting more.

His lips closed around her clit, the bundle of nerves sending waves after waves of shocking pleasure to her nerve ends, making her back arch in surprise, and a gasp to escape from her. She looked down at him, and caught sight of his already semi-hard member, her body now anxious for a second joining. He lapped at her, his tongue circling her center in languorous strokes, before he laid a final kiss and rose to lay over her, his weight supported by his elbows.

Relena moaned his name, frustrated, wanting him to claim her again, wanting him to stretch her unbearably, until she could take no more… And he did just that. Kissing her deeply, while one hand grasped her breast, at the same time plunging into her in one rough stroke.

She groaned in frustration again, but this time when he slowed his thrusts, settling for a rhythm that was as equally as satisfying. But she wanted more.

Even if he ignored her desperate pleas.

Unconsciously, her hips rose to meet his thrusts; each stroke deeper than the last. Relena clenched her teeth tightly, unknowingly digging her nails into his shoulders as he thrust harder than before, but still maintaining the same languid pattern. To her surprise, it wasn't much later when she felt the hot coils of her approaching climax twirl within her, making her gasp with excitement when he sped up his strokes. She whispered his name again and again, desperate to fill the void forming inside her, and let the rushing tides of her blood finally cool down, until she came, and he soon followed, their groaned names filling the empty silence of the room.

Time was inexistent, the seconds turning into minutes, and they still struggled for breath, their bodies exhausted after an entire night of worry and frustration. And of course, after a morning full of the already famous 'bouts of climaxing pleasure'.

They laid in silence, and it was a moment or two before Heero spoke, his voice quiet, even if it was a little hoarse. "Why did you marry me?"

Relena laughed softly, turning to her side, as she gazed down at him, a soft, pleased smile on her lips. "You mean to ask me this after three years?"

Heero rolled his eyes good-heartedly, kissing her forehead tenderly, before pulling her close to him. "I want to know."

Relena sighed, and kissed his chest.

"Is it that hard to answer?"

She traced tiny circles on his chest with her finger, her hand trembling a little even if he didn't notice. "No, it isn't… I married you because I love you. Because you were the only one who stood by me, who believed in me. Because I know that I only need to look into your eyes to know that you feel the same. Because you're Heero and I'm Relena, and we were just meant to be…"

She stayed there, content with the peace and silence of the room, and it was a moment later that he spoke, gathering her in his arms, and kissing her hair tenderly. "Thank you." He said finally, through the clot of emotion in his throat.

Relena smiled warmly, kissing him softly. "Always." It was a couple of minutes later that she gave a start, gasping when a sudden thought hit her. "Heero!"

"What?" He rose on his elbow, alarmed at her sudden movement.

"I forgot completely!" When she saw the blank look, she just rolled her eyes, "today's Friday, silly! Friday! Your birthday!"

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So what do you know? Friday the 30th. And I did get laid. I suppose a man can still dream and have some of those dreams come true, even if it's after many hardships and struggles. Waging battles is never simple. Especially battles of a sexual nature. This birthday didn't go exactly as I had expected, but neither can I complain, because things turned out fairly well, even if I did have to suffer for a while.

I'm telling you, my wife can cause great havoc, even if it's not her intention. Just look at all the things I went through this week… The least she could've done was finish what she started! But then again, if I'm going to be rewarded as I've been today, I'm not going to complain. Of course, after I found out it was my birthday, I didn't let her leave the house, and we were glad it was a day-off, because we perfected the cowboy walking style during that and the following days.

We've made plans to visit Megan Peacecraft-Noin first thing Monday morning, because I know Relena's just been dying to hold the child. Besides, I know she'd love to spend some time with her brother and her sister in law. I've been meaning to ask her about having our own children, if she feels it's time… I really have no doubts now, especially now that I've seen her so excited after Megan's birth. Relena will make a great, great mother.

I finally got my question answered, even if I didn't know how to respond at first. That woman really has a way with words. I'll tell you that. So, all I know for certain is that I love my wife; love her in all the ways a man can love a woman. And I know I'm not the most romantic man on Earth, believe me, Relena's told me quite a couple of times already, but I do know I love her, and that I'm happy she's all mine…

One day, we'll have children of our own --they will be as beautiful, and as spontaneous as my wife-- and when that time finally comes, my life will be one step beyond perfect.

…The End…

Author's Note: I hope you've all enjoyed this story; I really had fun writing it. I was thinking maybe rewrite this part, but it'll stay like this for now. You know, deadline and all… Ooh, and I got the funniest idea for a story that could pass as a sequel… but I'll have to work more on it… I'm babbling now, thank you all for reading!! *sneaks away*


Total word count: 8,012 (Without headers, or author's notes.)