Farewell to Forever
"I love you," says Relena.
The words shatter like brittle glass on the naked expanse of Heero's chest.
"Mmm," she sighs contentedly and closes her eyes, luxuriating in the pleasure of the gentle tug of Heero's fingers in her hair and the warmth of their bodies together. "I love the way you play with my hair when we make love."
Heero's breathing is strong and even as he combs his fingers through the thin, wheat-blonde strands.
"I've been thinking," Relena begins, and shifts her head to rest her cheek against his heartbeat.
"Just, not now," he replies quietly. His tone is tender as it rumbles through his ribcage. The words are meant to delay, not hurt, but they still feed the melancholy whispers that gather in the back of Relena's consciousness.
"Alright," she whispers, curling a little tighter against Heero's body.
"..love you..." The faint declaration reaches Heero's ear and he pauses briefly at his task as he feels Relena's mouth form the whispered, 'forever.'
Heero says nothing. He just closes his river blue eyes and returns to unravelling the thick braid he's woven into her hair.