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Shuttling by ~ Monique ~ [NC-17]

So, I was posting my pledge to the dmhgficexchange, and I came across the fist piece of work I’d ever submitted anywhere. I’ve added some html codes. Otherwise, this is mostly as it was, for...over a year, now. *eek* Time flies…

So, this is Heero/Relena smut, which I enjoy very much - and, as it's my Heero/Relena smut, I love it even more! *happy blushes*



Pledge Due Date: February 27, 2006 [Happy Birthday to me!]
Title: “Shuttling”
Author: ~ Monique ~
Rating: NC-17 [AKA “Lemony Goodness” AKA Smut]
Pairing/Ship(s): 1/R
Spoilers: Hmm…there might be some in here some where. *Reads* Um…nope. Don’t think so. Unless you’ve never seen or read _anything_ “Gundam Wing” related; because, then, you might have a problem.
Summary: Heero is annoyed, Relena is frustrated, and there’s only one way to solve both problems. Smut ensues.
Disclaimer: I do not own any thing associated with Gudam Wing. Not the characters, not the plots, not the anything; not a bit of it belongs to me. They belong to their respective owners and creators, who are, obviously, not I. Thanks; I appreciate a reminder every now and again.
AN1: This is my first “Church of Lemons” pledge. It is also the first piece of work, created by me, lemon or otherwise, that I have ever released. It is based on a personal experience, and un-beta’d, but I am still rather proud and excited. Furthermore, this story is the result of a much needed break from another story/series of mine, which will soon be released. [Oh, such shameless self-promotion! Be proud 3K girls!]
AN2: I dedicate this to everyone in the following groups: “Love Reflection II”, “It's Always the Quiet Ones”, and, especially, the “HP & The Three Keys Discussion Group”. I hold all of these individuals in high esteem and a great many of them close to my heart. Thank you for everything. Enjoy!

“Shuttling”


Heero was perturbed.

Relena was not.

This, in itself, caused great displeasure to the normally composed Preventer. Heero was certain that, if he had to be unsettled over issues concerning Relena, she too should be ill at ease. That way, matters – such as her safety, his sanity and their love-life – would be made much simpler. Relena, however, seemed disinclined to agree with such sound logic.

It’s all that braided-idiot’s fault.

“Heero, do stop sulking.”

“Hn.”

Now, granted, Heero was not one for superfluous speech. His word usage was as efficient and straightforward as everything else about him. This was an honest and endearing trait, but one Relena found incredibly vexing when she was attempting to make him express, in words, whatever it was that happened to be bothering him.

“Heero, I already told you, I do not care one way or the other that he is going to be your partner. Considering how well you know and trust him, let alone his considerable skills and talents, this is the best, most secure and convenient choice for us all, don’t you agree?”

“Hn.”

The all-purpose “hn” was an all-around pain in the ass.

Relena observed Heero’s impassive face as she removed her suite’s jacket. She shrugged, hanging it on the back of the vanity-seat, before pulling her blouse from the matching skirt. She began unbuttoning.

“Heero, are you jealous?”

“No.”

Tilting her head to one side Relena’s eyes narrowed, considering the man before her. She continued to unbutton her shirt, biting her bottom lip in thought, and then slid the blouse off her shoulders. Just as she placed the top over the jacket her teeth released her lip and a sharp tension crept into her shoulders. She quickly returned her gaze to Heero, her look curious.

“Heero, are you suggesting _I_ should be jealous?”

He reminded her of the old marble statue, of some distant relative, in one of the parlors of the Peacecraft Mansion. His body was rigid, a perfect companion to the tight, thin set of his lips.

“Heero?”

He was glaring now, seeming to grow even more offended by her lack of understanding. She was supposed to know how he felt and why he felt that way. He did not enjoy drawing such things out and he was certainly not supposed to have to explain them in detail…especially not with her clad in lingerie and the remains of her Prime Minster’s suite.

“For goodness’ sake, Heero, are you angry that I am not jealous of your former sexual partner because I find him well suited to this venture?” Relena’s voice matched the look of incredulity which adorned her face.

But, really, he wasn’t angry. He understood her logic and undoubtedly agreed with her evaluation of his comrade’s disposition and dexterity. Duo was honest, clever and charismatic, which would come in handy on their upcoming political assignment, involving negotiations in new trade policies and opportunities between L2 and earth.

No, he wasn’t so much angry as he was…annoyed. Heero found annoyance in things he did not understand and, for the life of him, he could not comprehend why Relena, his fiancé, didn’t seem much affected by the disclosure of his past sexual history. He attributed his misunderstanding to the fact that he, without a shadow of a doubt, would break any and all appendages of past sexual suitors, charismatic or otherwise, that she may or may not have had. That was it; really.

“What is the matter, Heero?” Relena stood before him, one soft hand barely touching the lapel of his Preventer uniform. The almost imperceptible shaking of her head was betrayed by the golden swish of her silky hair, which hung freely around her face and body with the slightest waves, having earlier been released from a tight coil

“I am not angry.” He stated firmly.

“Then, what has been bothering you?” Heero didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped away from her light touch, staring pointedly at the bathroom door.

He was doing it again.

Relena was not easily irritated, but, after more than two days of his unexplained brooding and perpetual dodging of contact and conversation, supplement to more than two weeks of stuffy politics, travel, and no “outlet”, she was reaching her limit. The evidence of her frustration was displayed across her skin in a deepening flush. Goosebumps rippled across her smooth skin, pink and slightly moist from the artificial heat of the colony. Her nipples were peaked beneath the lace and satin of her bra, the fabric only shades darker than her blush. Bright blue eyes glittered and glared at him, the scowl reminding him of his own annoyance. He molded his features in an answering glower.

“Get dressed.” Neither of them moved, but Relena’s scowl deepened.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what? I’m not angry.”

“Stop acting like a petulant child, that’s what! Something is the matter, so what is it?” It was an accusation if he’d ever heard one and Heero struggled not to bristle under her scrutiny.

He was about to deny the statement, but the annoyance left him as a sudden realization – that, yes, he did want her to be jealous (and had no clue as to why she wasn’t) and it bothered him – struck him soundless. His eyes widened only minimally, but Relena’s stare caught the movement. Her glare morphed into a look of contemplation.

A frantic pounding at the door broke the heavy hush. Still staring at Heero, Relena evenly asked, “What is it?”

Duo’s cheerful, “The shuttle’s nearly ready…what’s takin’ ya?” was not what either of them expected or needed just then.

There was anxious silence on both sides of the door until Relena turned, grabbed a folded set of clothes from the vanity, and called out “Just a minute”. Without waiting for an answer, she strode towards the bathroom, motioning a vague dismissal towards Heero.

Heero watched Relena until the bathroom door closed with a sound click. Then he exited the room and walked into the hanger, readying the final arrangements for their flight from L2 back to Earth.


* ~ * ~ *


Duo escorted Relena to the shuttle. Her frustration had dwindled while she redressed and contemplated in solitude and Duo’s infectious cheer lived up to its reputation. He bid her a safe journey and they shared a brief hug and warm smiles before she entered the transport, its doors firmly closing behind her.

Her luggage already on board, Relena kept an eye out for Heero as she walked to the refreshment area, a kitchen-like station between the control room and the main seating area. Searching for something to drink, that wouldn’t result in a headache any time soon, she called out to Heero.

“In here.” His voice traveled from within the cockpit, and Relena was surprised to note that no one else occupied the space.

“Heero,” she asked, confused and curious, “Where are the shuttle pilots?”

“Captain Kurtz possessed an unauthorized, unregistered firearm. He and Captain Mao were escorted off the facility by Military Police.” He stated matter-of-factly. Relena blinked, and then shrugged, lapsing into silence. He may seem unnecessarily overprotective at times, but Heero was brilliant, and usually correct, in his assumptions. If he thought the pilots could be dangerous, then the pilots could be dangerous. She agreed. This time anyway.

“I see.”

Relena felt distinctly uncomfortable. Heero continued pressing buttons, flipping switches, and completing various other shuttle flight preparation sequences, but did not seem entirely unbothered by her discomfort. The tension had been high before they were interrupted, and its disconcerting air seemed to be settling around them, growing thicker with each passing moment. She was choking on silence.

“So, were they terrorists, or-”

“Unconfirmed, but suspected.”

“Oh.” Relena did not deem it necessary to inquire more about the forgetful-or-irresponsible pilots, no matter how desperate she was for sound. Her sights returned to the kitchen-area and she smiled faintly. “Would you like something to drink? Water maybe?” The comm. link was activated and Heero nodded his assent before turning his attention to the voice on the line. With this, the strain eased slightly and Relena half-listened, enjoying the deep croon of his voice spouting coordinates and weather patterns over the steady beat of fingers flying over the machinery, while she rummaged for snacks and drinks.

“Hn. Hn. Alpha-1, out.” The clack of fingers against a keyboard reached her ears before Heero’s call to her, “Relena.”

She turned her head towards him, but kept her eyes searching over the assortment before her, “Hmm?”

“T-minus-two.” He stated briskly, glancing towards her quickly then returning his attention to the panels.

“Oh,” she exclaimed, “coming!” She quickly grabbed two cool water bottles and a container of assorted fruit pieces before rushing to join Heero in the cockpit. Sitting in the co-pilot’s chair she opened their drinks, handing Heero his, and sipped at the cool water after fastening her restraints.

Calmly in her seat, she watched the clock count down. Suddenly, she was struck by a stray thought. “Hmm…”

“What?” Heero asked, without pausing in his actions.

“Were there no other pilots?” She asked, sipping again, glancing at him from the corners of her eyes.

Offhandedly he said, “None that would be ready in time” and finished the launch sequence.

As to be expected, his takeoff was excellent and his piloting flawless. There was only the slightest pressure against her body as the shuttle pulled out of the hanger and away from L2, beginning the flight through space. Relena enjoyed the ride without an ounce of anxiety and took a long look at the retreating colony cluster. It really was beautiful, in its artificial-natural-hodgepodge sort of way.

Heero began a systems-check and Relena turned from the view, releasing herself from the chair. Between analyses and primary startup of the autopilot system, Heero watched as she tugged off her shoes, sighing in relief. Twirling on her stocking-clad-feet, clasping her hands before her body, Relena smiled expectantly, readying an offer of peace. “I know piloting is rather like breathing to you, but, do you need anything?”

Heero made a sound suspiciously akin to a growl.

An automated voice announced, “Autopilot activated.”

Later, Relena would conclude that she should not have been as shocked as she was when Heero tugged her onto his lap.

It was futile, but she could not help the instinctive urge to struggle. Heero looked at her in a way that could only be called serious; his voice low, but firm. “Why?”

She blinked.

“You will have to give me a little more to go on than that, Heero.” He grunted at her response, repositioning her astride his lap. She attempted to tug herself free, but, with a quick jerk, he held her more securely against his tense body. It was enough to still her, but it did not stop the adrenaline pumping through her veins, resulting in an instantaneous shock from every point at which they touched. She could feel her pulse throb against his hands around her wrist, his elbows pressing into her thighs, which pressed onto his thighs. She blinked, his breath fanning across her face and neck, but, being held at matching eye-levels, it was impossible to escape his gaze.

She nearly kissed him.

“Why don’t you care?”

She’d never gone from so hot to so cold. Smothering an illogical rush of panic, Relena shivered, leaning away from his body in a futile attempt to put distance between them.

She must have misheard.

“What do you mean “Why don’t you care?”! Heero, I care very-”

“That’s _not_ what I mean.” He bit back a frustrated growl, the growing rumble reverberating through both of them.

She felt it. She was spread too thin. Wound too tight.

“Then, what do you mean?” She twisted and pushed and pulled, and through sheer will – and the fact that Heero knew she was going to hurt herself if he didn’t let go – she was able to free a hand to push firmly against his chest.

“I mean, why don’t you care what I’ve done?” He asked in a tone much too calm for her tastes. He didn’t stop her from clenching her fist around his shirt, or from leaning forward and nearly touching noses with him. For just a moment, she was tempted to see how un-pacifist-like she could be.

“What, exactly, don’t I care about you doing, Heero?”

He took a deep breath, saying rather plainly, “Sex, Relena. Why don’t you care who I have sex with?”

Obviously, not something she expected. Relena went very still, and the two stared into one another’s eyes for a moment.

“Pardon?”

He did not repeat himself. He did not elaborate.

He was impressed when she moved quickly enough to fist her free hand in his hair. “_What_ did you just say?” She tugged on the strands, pulling his head to hers while she sat rigidly on his lap. He recognized that she must be very angry, or very confused, and, not wishing to upset her further, he refrained from mentioning how irrational she was acting – and how he was letting her tug on his hair, because he was still in control and wanting answers.

Just when did she free her other hand? What the hell was she on the verge of crying for?

“Heero, tell me you are not sleeping with someone else, because I do not think I can handle that right now.”

Softening his features Heero brought one hand up to release Relena’s hold on his hair and then pulled her into a strong embrace. With her head tucked beneath his chin, Heero shook his head slowly, “Relena, I was referring to that talk we had just before we left for L2.”

She sniffled, wiping the cool trail of a rogue tear against his neck. She breathed deeply, and exhaled a soft, “Oh.”

Keeping his voice deep and soothing he continued, “You asked me to share my past with you.”

She nodded, “Yes.”

“And I did.”

“Yes.”

“And, you didn’t seem bothered by it.”

She moved her head to look into his face. Her eyes were watery, her face flush, but she seemed more confused than anything else. “Heero, I’m not following you here.”

Heero nodded, but did not release Relena. Rather, he shifted her closer, pulling her hips and torso to his own, her arms coming up behind him and against his back, her hands on his shoulders, of their own accord. Her legs were spread more than enough to cause notice, but he did not attempt to cause sexual distraction; his aim was intimacy.

Heero’s warm breath against her ear accompanied his soothing croon, “Before we left, you said something was bothering me; you were right. That you don’t seem to mind my…past bothers me.”

Her quick gasp hinted at her understanding; a slight nodding of her head assured Heero that the pieces were falling into place in her mind. “You mean…your sexual past?”

He cringed ever-so-slightly, but answered, “Yes.”

The catch in her breath was a slight hesitation, but her words were stronger now, more sure. “It bothers you, that I don’t mind, your sexual past?”

“Yes.”

“Oh…” He could feel the lashes of her eyes fluttering against his ear. He shifted his head as she did, their cheeks brushing as their eyes met. “Well…should I? Mind it, I mean.”

She arched her back slightly as they shifted for eye contact. Their noses and chins touched, their lips only a hairsbreadth apart.

“No. That is then. We are now.”

“But…then what? I don’t understand what it is that you want from me, Heero. Do you want me to mind it or not?” Relena was still confused, but then, so was Heero. How could he explain that her faith in him, while more important than he could describe, seemed to dull within her the need to possess?

“Our bonds are strong; of this, I have no doubts. Still…” His voice trailed off in slight annoyance and he shifted his eyes from her gaze, settling on the hand he’d placed on her shoulder.

Heero’s eyes closed as her lips pressed to his. It was a reassuring pressure, a comfortable, developed style they shared between them. No one else could kiss like this, he knew. It was their kiss; once, twice, and then a synchronized brushing of tongues, anticipated, but natural. One more brush of lips and Relena smiled. He moved the hand from her shoulder to the base of her neck, his other to the small of her back. His eyes caressed her features, questioning silently.

“Heero, I am sorry I did not better explain myself.” She said softly, resting her weight against him, sagging into his hold. “What must you have thought…?”

Heero knew she loved him, desired him, trusted him in all ways…but, sometimes, he questioned. Did she want him, did she need him? Was there a passion within her that frightened her with its fierce naturalness; its inability to be denied? With his unquestioned loyalty, and her absolute faith, did she not feel the need to question and to demand; to challenge his instincts and allure? Did she not think him desirable enough to catch the attention of others?

“Heero, you are mine.” She stated, firmly, her hands grasping his biceps. She dug perfectly manicured nails into his sleeves, into his muscle, pressing her body into his.

He moaned in the back of his throat, fingers pushing into her yielding flesh. “Then why don’t you mind another-”

“There is no other, Heero.” With this she claimed his mouth, kissing, licking, and nipping his lips. She slipped her tongue between his already parted lips, caressing the length of his tongue with her own and coaxing it to swirl and caress. Breathing was not half as important as touching and soon they were panting, sharing hot breaths, which escaped from them raggedly and filled the compartment. As the air grew humid their bodies smoldered from within. Their clothing trapped the heat, seething against their sticky, touch-hungry flesh.

They drew apart only slightly, eyes heavy-lidded as two pairs of hands tugged at zippers and buttons hurriedly. Relena sighed breathily as Heero pulled her blouse from her body, placing his hands on her exposed flesh. “For me there is only you, and for you, only me. I know people find you attractive, and I’m proud. You’re gorgeous, Heero.” She kissed him again, her hands working the buttons of his outer uniform and shirt as quickly as she was able.

One of Heero’s hands found its way between her tight tank and her back, smoothing light traces of perspiration from her lower back to her neck. Relena smirked in pleasure as she pushed his Preventers’ jacket from his body. Heero loosened his tie, but Relena stopped him from removing it, unbuttoning and removing the collard white shirt instead. Heero pulled the white under tank from his body, and she ran her hands over the uncovered skin. From his face, down to his thighs, and back, she massaged and grabbed and caressed. Pushing against him and tightening her legs she raised her body above his slightly. Heero’s hands came to her waist, supporting her as she held his head with one hand, tilting it back to expose his face and neck to her higher position. She gazed at him between deep, harsh, and soft kisses, each fanning the flames of their desire.

“I’m not worried that you’re going to run off,” she said huskily, “because you can’t. You are mine…just as I am yours.”

Heero held Relena around her waist with one arm, using the other to push buttons along the side of his chair. The chair began to shift, reclining horizontally and widening, as captain’s overnight-shuttle-chairs were wont to do. Once settled, he lifted her, moved to stand, and then lowered her to a sitting position on the makeshift cot.

Straddling the end of the cot, across from where she sat, Heero smirked at Relena, leaning down to unlace his boots. Relena shifted her legs beneath her body, resting on her heels, and pulled off her tight tank-top. Revealing a red-lace, white-satin bra, she smiled at Heero, who had already begun to remove his pants, standing to push them from his hips. Heero stood in his next-to-nothing boxer briefs and loosely hanging tie. She kneeled on the cot, reaching up to kiss his chin, trailing her hands down his body slowly, lightly over his still covered bulge, then over her own legs, up to the side of her skirt. Catching the zipper between her fingers, quickly joined by Heero’s hands, they pulled the zipper to its end, meeting the slit of her skirt. Releasing their hold on the material, the garment parted and fell, exposing the red and white boy-shorts-lingerie and garters holding up her sheer-white stockings.

Brushing her hair behind her shoulders, Heero trailed his hands over her body. Relena’s head tilted to the right as Heero bent to kiss her neck gently where it met her shoulder. Releasing a shuddering sigh, she ran her hands over Heero, seeking to rekindle the burning between their bodies. Coaxing her into a laying position, Heero lifted one of Relena’s long legs, her knee bending over his shoulder. He worked the stockings free of the garter, trailing kisses against her as he pulled the sheer material from her legs. He repeated this action with the other leg, before spreading them and resting his face between. Purposely breathing against her sensitive skin, he inhaled and exhaled, his tongue sneaking out to taste the flesh of her inner thighs. Taking the material into his mouth, he slowly pulled the lacy undergarments down and off her body, causing Relena to make the most delicious, tortured sounds.

His gaze burned across her skin, the tingling, tightening feeling in her lower regions almost painful in anticipation and excitement. Though his hands trailed from her ankles to her hips, he did not touch her where she most ached; rather, he lifted her, removing her bra, and left trails from her neck to her breast in moist, breathy kisses. He would kiss, lick, so close to her hardened nipples, but refused to take the bud in his warm mouth. She mewled against him, but his hold was firm on her hip and shoulder. Her mouth latched onto his neck when it was near, and Heero hissed in pleasure, before nipping the outer curve of her breast.

“Oh, goodness…Heero…” she whispered breathily, arching her back in an attempt to persuade his mouth to her aching peaks. Heero brushed a callused palm against her nipples, tweaked them between his fingers for just a moment, before capturing her right breast with lips and tongue and pinching the left harshly. Relena could feel an answering pulse in her clit, could feel herself moisten in response to his touch. She cried out softly, pushing herself against his hard thigh, vainly seeking enough friction and pressure to satisfy. Feeling the wetness against his leg, Heero smirked around her breast, biting down on her nipple, puling away to blow cool air against her, before flicking his tongue against and around her.

Suckling once more, his hand joined his tongue before his mouth left her, only to return its attentions to her, relatively, neglected tit. He repeated his biting and sucking, but this time, pulled his legs away from her throbbing lower half, causing Relena to cry out in displeasure. “Hmm…you don’t like this then?” He released her entirely, but Relena was having none of that. Before he could fully step away from her, she was already kneeling before him, his briefs around his knees.

Relena held his warm, hardened shaft for only a moment before taking a long, leisurely lick from the base to the tip. Heero shuddered slightly, a moan escaping him as she wet her lips and pushed the head of his cock against her lips, opening her mouth slowly, allowing friction and pressure to slowly envelope him in moistness. She bopped her head up and down, slowly then quickly, alternating in the ways she knew pleased him best. His hands tangled in her long hair, encouraging her actions, helping her pace. Her tongue took every opportunity to lave at his shaft, swirling around his head as she pulled away and then again as she descended – coming out to lick beneath the head, against the sides, and join her hands in teasing his balls as she took him deep into her throat.

Heero growled, forcing himself out and away from her warm, moist mouth, causing her to squeak as he forcefully pulled her against him. He plundered her mouth with his eager tongue, his hand still firmly in her hair, the other at her abdomen rubbing rough circles into her aroused, contracting muscles. She moaned into his mouth, pulling away to question him; however, he spoke first. “Relena…I want to taste you.”

She nearly came right there.

He took her to one end of the chair-made-bed and had her straddle it while he removed the briefs and tie and lay down, his head beneath her spread legs. Heero helped her kneel and stretch into a comfortable position above him, before lifting his head to lick at her. Relena made a gasping sound, which quickly became an array of sighs and moans. Jumbled words of encouragement flowed in a steady stream from her as he forced his tongue between her lips to take long licks from her juices to her clit and back. He was entirely unhurried and very thorough, and when his hand came up to spread her lips further, completely exposing her slick warmth, he latched onto her clit and suckled heartily. Relena could not control the natural swaying of her hips, as she gyrated against his eager mouth, kneeling above him.

Hanging her head to catch her breath, but not lose the frantic feeling building within her, she took notice of the pre-cum on Heero’s bulging member. Stretching out further, Relena took his cock into her mouth, delighting in the delicious vibrations his growl sent through her pussy. Eagerly, she worked his cock within her mouth, the natural back-and-forth sway between them quickening. When he slipped a finger into her, she gasped around him, taking him deeper into her throat. When he slipped two fingers insider her, his mouth around her clit, and his other hand taking the nipple at her breast, she pushed against his hand and face, arching desperately against him. She felt the twinge inside her, assuring her pleasure, and she let out a loud, pleasing “Ah!” as she began shaking in release. The contracting of the muscles, the rush of blood and hormones and something that signified a sex-act well-done flowed thickly throughout her body, leaving her lightheaded and tingly above a smirking, licking Heero.

Continuing to stimulate her as she fell from her high, Relena’s hips rocked against Heero’s steady hands. He slowed the rhythm of her sway, then, helped her to stand so he could rise. The held each other briefly, Heero releasing the lever that would straighten the captain’s seat once more. Watching Relena’s face fall into a frown he chuckled. “Oh, I’m not done with you just yet.”

He moved to lunge at her and Relena jumped, placing herself on the other side of the chair from Heero. “Well, then, I guess you’ll have to catch me!” She announce coyly, before turning and running to the opposite end of the shuttle, giving his eyes a perfect view of her delightfully bouncing rearing. Heero smirked, double-checked the autopilot, and took chase.


* ~ * ~ *


The shuttle was made to accommodate for food, drink, and sex, certainly. But just because there was a bed, didn’t mean it was the only place to go.

Heero and Relena chased, kissed, fore-played, and sexed throughout the shuttle rooms, and had a fabulous time doing it too. The counter in the kitchen-area was just high enough for Heero to kneel and “eat-out” quite comfortably. The main seating area’s seats were perfect for lounging in while Relena rocked back and forth over his cock, her breasts level with his mouth. The bathroom sink was at just the right height for Relena to bend over and support herself as Heero rammed into her from behind, the toilet the perfect place for her to sit while he rammed into her mouth. They washed one another using the sink, soaps, and towels, before retreating to the sleeping room for a quick nap.

Beneath a large comforter lay Relena and Heero, naked and spooning. Early on they had discovered that, no matter how cold or hot it may be around them, they could not sleep without their comforter. As long as they lay together, usually naked, and always beneath their comforter, the temperature always seemed just right between them. It was silly and sentimental, but it meant something to them because it was both natural and true.

Relena sighed, thinking to herself, ‘This is the first time in almost a month that I am enjoying shuttling.’ and smiled.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you what I was feeling earlier.” Heero whispered into her ear from behind her shoulder. He nuzzled her neck and she rubbed her cheek against the top of his head, raising a hand to be lost in the mess of his dark hair.

“It’s alright.” And still she smiled; because, now, it was.

“In my defense, I didn’t realize the truth of it until today.” Heero smirked against her skin, kissing it gently, before rising up on an elbow to look on her fondly.

She turned onto her back, gazing into his Prussian eyes seriously. “So, is it better now?”

“Somewhat.” He looked serious, but there was a twinkle in his eye that reminded Relena, very briefly, of Duo [a thought she, quite wisely, kept to herself, and simply enjoyed].

She forced her features into a contemplative expression. “Oh, somewhat; I suppose that means it is not completely solved yet, then?”

“Nope.”

“Oh, whatever will we do?”

“Talk? Upset one another? Have hours of frantic make-up sex?”

She laughed. “Sounds good to me.”

They snuggled into their covers once more. After a few moments, Heero, whispered once more, “So, I’m all yours, huh?”

“Yeah…I considered sharing, but it’d be way too much of a hassle. Duo seems like he’d be difficult keeping up with, and I’d rather have you all energized for me…even if he is drop-dead smexy.”

Silence.

“What?”

Relena laughed.


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