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Relena walked along the hallway with Heero, who was shielding her from the multiple reporters trying to ask her enough questions to give her a migraine.
“Vice Foreign Minister…what are your plans for the Mars Terraforming Project?” shouted one reporter.
“Minister Darlian…what are your views on the colonies attempt at---”
“---Those are highly confidential subjects,” Relena interjected irritably “I am not at liberty to answer any of them quite yet.”
Her statement was replied by a wave of ‘Vice Foreign Minister’ or ‘Minister Darlian;’ however, they were all silenced by Heero’s infamous death glare. Relena gave him a look that was a mixture of gratitude and apology. Ever since she and Heero had begun dating, with her position as VFM and the press giving them virtually zero privacy, they had no time together.
It wasn’t fair, especially to him.
The two arrived at an elevator; Heero pressed the button and a small ‘DING’ sounded as the steel doors slid open. As they stepped across its threshold into the compact space, the press came charging after. However, they all fell silent and still as Heero turned, glaring at all of them.
“Sorry” he said in his usual cold tone “No more room.”
Relena breathed a sigh of relief as the doors slid shut, relishing in the heavenly silence. When suddenly, a thought occurred to her that made her heart flutter. This was her first private moment with Heero in weeks. The two exchanged glances. Heero had obviously realized the same thing.
Relena’s clipboard tumbled to the carpet floor with a muffled clatter. Her briefcase (which Heero was holding) hit with a dull thud as they moved simultaneously. His hands cradled her head as she curled her fingers in his hair, their lips connecting. The longing behind each set was indescribable to each of them.
“What floor?” he gasped after several moments, not taking his eyes off of her.
“Twenty-six” she breathed, as Heero kissed her neck.
“Some people go their entire lives without hearing news that good,” Heero whispered, his voice no longer cold, but instead it was soft and tender. After quickly punching the floor button, his gaze returned to her.
Relena smiled “Well now you have me all to yourself.”
“I don’t plan on wasting it” he said, and pulled her back to his lips. Relena adored Heero’s peppermint-flavor taste, savoring the zest of his mouth as she ran her fingers through his coffee colored hair. Heero’s fingers remained, steadfastly cradling the back of her honey colored head, his tongue, mutually, invading her mouth.
The elevator lurched as it slowed to a stop, the two broke apart unwillingly. As the doors slid open to three men in suits, Heero turned sharply, giving all three, possibly, his most dangerous looking death glare. All three men froze where they stood, looking as if they could have wet themselves. The doors slid shut on the men and the couple returned to the other’s lips.
“Did you catch the floor?” Relena panted as they separated for breath.
“Eight,” Heero replied.
“I still have you to myself” she wheezed, pushing herself back into his strong arms. The two held on to each other, Relena, not willing to leave his warm embrace, could feel Heero’s unwillingness to let her go. Relena supported herself against the handrails as Heero’s lips moved about her neck, hands at her waist.
“He must have really missed the “us” time” thought Relena. Then again, so did she. She had nearly forgotten the taste of his lips, the feel of his hair and his warmth.
The elevator was slowing down again, Heero parted from her neck.
“Damn it” both swore under their breath. Heero turned to face the door, but Relena stopped him. The door slid apart to reveal a woman carrying a coffee carrier.
“Hi…going down?” she asked, only to be met by a feral looking death glare from Relena. The woman squealed in fright, tossing the coffee into the air and then bolted down the hallway. The doors reconnected and the stomach-churning lurch signified their resumed lift.
“Where were we?” said Relena playfully, tugging on his leather Preventers jacket and pulling Heero’s lips back to hers. The couple parted reluctantly to regain lost breath, Relena felt as though her head were as light as air. Heero turned to check the floor number.
Fifteen
“We still have time,” Relena said reassuringly. Heero’s lips hovered inches above hers, yet his expression was dead serious.
“I’ll kill the next person who opens that door,” he breathed, obviously annoyed.
Relena cradled his head in her fingers, “Heero…then you’ll have to wait your turn.”
Heero smiled, his hand behind her head and the other on her waist “Will you ever stop amazing me?”
The couple reunited lips, this time setting off fireworks in their minds. The longing was gone, it was only the two now. Savoring respective flavors, embracing tenderly, and a similar thought surged through both young lovers' minds.
“I’ll kill the next person who stops this”
The elevator was pulling to yet another abrupt halt. When the two split, Relena could feel the heartbreaking end to both the fireworks and the passion were over. The doors to the elevator slid open a third time, to Duo Maxwell.
“Hey guys---” he was silenced by a tag-team death glare from Heero and Relena. The look on his face was that of sheer terror.
“Whoa-Whoa, okay I’m sorry” he spluttered, quivering at the sight. Though he especially recoiled from his partner, because Heero looked as if he’d hit him. Fortunately, for Duo, the doors slid together again.
Heero turned back to her, pained to see the sadness and apology in her eyes. Duo signified level twenty-three, The Preventers floor. Their time was up.
“Heero I--” began Relena, but Heero silenced, placing a finger gently on her lips.
“Better to have spent little time together, then to have spent no time at all.”
Heero quickly scooped up her clipboard and briefcase in one swift motion. He returned her the clipboard, yet chose to hold onto her briefcase for her. As he pressed his back against the back of the elevator, his hand grasped hers. Relena returned his grip, her silent way of thanking him.
As the light for the twenty-fifth level extinguished, the couple’s hands fell away. Heero’s hand entered his pocket, while Relena’s went to a position of checking her watch. The elevator lurched to a halt and, for a fourth and final time, the metal doors slid apart, its two passengers stepping out together.
Heero escorted Relena to the large doors of the conference room, where she would shortly be delivering a speech to the representatives of ESUN on the Mars Terraforming Project. Heero pulled on one of the doors enough for Relena to enter.
“Don’t worry,” Heero said reassuringly, handing her the briefcase “I won’t be far.”
“Thank You Heero”
As she turned Heero caught her by her wrist. When she turned back to him, he stole one final soft kiss from her. For the smallest moment, Relena felt herself entering into a daze, feeling Heero’s intent to embed her taste in his memory. When they parted, her brown-haired lover smiled down at her.
“Good Luck.”
As Heero disappeared around a corner, Relena moved silently into the conference room, an enormous smile on her face. The best elevator ride she had ever taken would be on her mind for the rest of that day.
I know, a sappy attempt at a oneshot. But hey I came up with this in my geometry class, so my boredom becomes your enjoyment. Please read and respond.
UPDATED. After nearly ten years, I figured it was time to return to these early stories and correct any mistakes and fix some of the cringier writing (though, admittedly, there may STILL be SOME surviving cringe).