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"Can't Have It All "Written By: Dragonmistress_7 Disclaimer: I don't own the Gundam Wing Boys. Summary: A single night of comfort turns into
Relena's lifetime commitment to the children who came of it, but when
their father's identity comes out, it's hard to see where other important
people in their lives will fit into this strange picture, and if,
somehow, they can all become a family.
Can't Have It All Prologue Relena wasn’t sure what woke her up, what alerted her to the presence in her room. Certainly they had made no noise. She bolted upright to find herself staring into intense eyes…of the wrong color. It was not Heero who had come to her. Of course it wasn’t. Why would it be? This man should have been even more unexpected. She wondered, briefly, why she wasn’t surprised. She had every right to be. The man before her had certainly never shown this kind of interest in her before. In fact, he hadn’t shown any kind of interest in her. But he was there, and it was almost as if she had been expecting him. Those eyes were asking a question and making a demand. She knew what he wanted, what he was saying. He would not rape her, but short of kicking and screaming, if she was at all willing, she was his. He needed her. She wondered why he didn’t go to someone who cared for him more, then decided she’d answered her own question. Because they cared, and he didn’t want this to hurt anybody. This was just sex. Plain and simple. And she would do it, because it hurt her that he hurt, and she couldn’t deny him what he so badly required. “Come on, then,” she said into the darkness. That was all there was to be said, the only words either of them spoke for the rest of that night. The sheet was yanked away from her body and impatient hands pushed her nightgown up, above her waist. She pulled it off completely, not that it mattered to him. Then she lay back and tried to be as comfortable as possible as his fingers intruded into her body. She briefly regretted that Heero would not be her first, and then decided not to waste her time. Heero would not be hers, ever. She almost gave a bitter smile. Maybe the figure before her had reached a similar conclusion about himself. Maybe that was also part of why he was there. Two people on the losing end, being losers together. Though she’d hardly expected to enjoy it, she was surprised by the pain of him pushing into her body. After that, it wasn’t so bad. She’d even started to like it, a little. Oh, she knew this wasn’t how sex was supposed to be, that she was supposed to like it *a lot* but she’d been in politics long enough to know that things worked out this way sometimes, too. Ah, well. You can’t have it all. Besides, this was her contribution to humanity, easing the pain of another soul that so desperately deserved it. Even if it cost her some pain of her own, a piece of her own soul. When he had done what he came to do, he seemed to hesitate. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do after that. Relena’s body ached dully, and she felt a little sick because of what had transpired, but she didn’t, wouldn’t, regret it. She held out her arms to him and, confused and grateful, he sank into them and allowed her to hold him while he fell asleep. Morning came, and Relena woke to find that, as expected,
he was gone. But he left a little piece of himself behind. Three little
pieces, actually. One, Relena kept in a box in the top of her closet.
The other two were a little more complicated than that. ~ * ~ |
