Lemon alert! Nothing incredibly hardcore.

A/N: I was reading the little author's notes in the Blind Target manga, and they mentioned that after Endless Waltz, Relena was elected for the presidency, and Heero hung around as her bodyguard. It sounded fun. I tried to make the tone light-hearted and flowing. Thank you for reading!

Sweat. Cloth. Flesh. Sunlight. Consciousness played along the edge of her mind until she found herself aware of where she was. She felt hot. The sun was cascading down through the window and spilling over her like a golden blanket of warmth. Sheets. Blankets. She could still smell them all around her in a tangled, twisted mess. Heat. A hand was on her waist, burning against her. A hand? Relena flexed her own hands and found them resting by her face. When had she acquired a third hand?

It was at that moment that she decided that opening her eyes would be a good idea.

So she slowly lifted her heavy eyelids and found herself staring into the face of her bodyguard, Heero Yuy. Correction. Her unconscious body guard, Heero Yuy.

Woah.

And then the memories came back, of the night before, the inauguration ceremony for the reelections, the constant watchfulness of Heero in the background, her invitation to him for them to discuss security issues for the ball that would occur the following night. And then the obvious following sequence of events that left her awake in bed on her only morning off with a man that could sometimes be called little more than a machine...and judging from the night before, "a machine" was not so bad of a description.

Oh, dear.

Having achieved the office of the presidency at the age of seventeen, Relena had led the Earth Sphere United Nation in what could only be called dignity, sensitivity, and wisdom. Through these four years, Heero had virtually assigned himself to be her bodyguard--with or without her consent. At first she had been nervous about working around him every hour every day for four years, but she soon found herself working even better than before with him around to provide support as an intelligent counselor and a friend whose loyalty could not be questioned.

No one would ever call the bond between them "friendship,' but more like a connection forged from mutual respect. Some people likened to call him "the power behind the throne," but Relena and Heero's no-nonsense relationship had always killed these rumors swiftly.

However, things had begun to get more difficult between them during the L-578JR4 student protest riot that had warranted an assassination attempt. Relena grinned and looked up at the ceiling. If she had been smarter, she would have seen this coming from that day.

***

Everyone was either screaming or running, and Relena had been attempting to do both. The police had begun moving into the crowd of rioters, and even more chaos had been the result, like a rush of adrenaline upon a cornered animal, shouts and screams became more ardent, and rubber bullets were sent out into the mass of writhing bodies.

"Relena! GET DOWN!!!"

And then she found herself on her stomach on the cement, a heavy weight pressing her down.

"Heero?"

He was panting for breath as he growled next to her ear, "Don't you ever run out like that again without telling me."

"Why?"

"Because you could have been killed!" he hissed, dropping his head against her shoulder in exhaustion, his face pressed against her hair.

Was he breathing harder?

"Heero, are you okay?"

"Your hair is getting in my nose."

"I'm sorry. Do you want me to--"

"NO!" he interrupted abruptly, "It's still dangerous out there."

"I don't hear anymore bullets."

"We have to be careful. You are the president, after all."

He seemed quite content to just lie there, and she felt something poking her right thigh, but she couldn't at the time place exactly what it was.

"Heero--"

He got up abruptly and turned away from her, "We have to get back immediately and give a press release. Next time you want to see what other people are feeling, Relena--" he said, turning back to face the young and determined politician, "take me along with you. As long as I live, the president of the ESUN will be protected."

He had said "the President," not "you." She had taken offense at the time, but didn't seem to mind so much now.

***

Then there had been the dinner with the current Queen of England--an empty title now, but still a resounding one, and Relena had stressed over how she would appear for days. Fate is always against those who are frightened or nervous, and this time was no exception. That day, due to odd weather conditions, Relena's hair decided to act frizzy and demanding. She was grumbling about it to Heero as they discussed the boundaries for a new state in Asia that afternoon when Heero suddenly looked up and reached out to touch her hair. He gently fingered a few of the blond strands before letting his hand drop back at his side.

"What's wrong with it?" he asked.

It had really made her day.

***

Relena frowned as she began summarizing all romantic interactions between Heero and herself and came to a startling conclusion. Every semi-romantic moment between them only happened with her hair down!

Her once contented smile now shaped into a frown. She rolled back over suddenly and looked over at her oh-so-peacefully slumbering bedmate. When he did not melt under her angry gaze, she shoved him awake.

He too woke slowly, but his eyes happened to open facing a section of a woman's body lower than the face and higher than the navel, and he made use of his time awakening to enjoy the view--something that he decided he really wouldn't mind getting used to.

"Heero," she murmured in a warning tone. He took that as his cue to look up. Was she having second thoughts?

"Heero," she said again, once she made sure he was awake, "Which do you love, my hair or me?"

His face attempted to put on the expression of confusion, but it was something Heero's face didn't do often, and he ended up looking like he was chewing on a toffee that was stuck to his teeth.

Relena would have laughed if she wasn't so angry.

"Relena, I..."

The president of every human settlement in the universe arched an eyebrow, her expression threatening, "You have five seconds."

"Relena, I...." He trailed off, breaking eye contact and doing his best to wipe all emotions from his face, "I....I....have a...."

"A what? A problem with commitment? A perverted way of waking up?"

"A....a..."

"Heero." She said, using her if-you-don't-spit-out-what-your-trying-to-say-I'll-blast-you-into-the-sun voice.

"Hair fetish." He ground out dutifully, sneaking a glare at her.

Her jaw dropped. Literally.

And then she let out something between a giggle and a snort, but it sounded more like a sneeze.

"What kind of hair fetish?" she asked carefully, picking up a more caring tone. Heero held in a sigh of relief--getting someone you love mad at you right after you've slept with them for the first time is always a bad idea, especially if they are not only your boss but quite possibly the most powerful person in the universe.

"I...like...your hair down...because of a daydream." He said carefully. This "expression" stuff was always hard for him, even after four years of practice with Relena. They both became used to having long discussions about life and emotions during their time together, but admitting something as embarrassing as a fetish was always difficult.

"You have daydreams about me?" she asked eagerly.

He tried to put up an uncaring face, "It's not like there's anything else to do while you try and reason with old farts." She was still looking smug so he tried to glower, but he found it pretty difficult while laying completely nude next to a woman her liked quite a bit not only interested in him, but also just as naked, "It involved you and your hair. From there on my lips are sealed."

"Why is that?"

He forgot he was angry at her long enough to sneak another look at her, "You probably wouldn't sleep with me again if I told you."

"So," Relena said as she slid a hand across Heero's chest and curved her arm up to play with the hairs on the back of his neck, "you love me and want to sleep with me again, and my hair and breasts are a just perk?"

He didn't reply, but tried to look away. There was a pink tint to his cheeks and Relena could tell that he was embarrassed, "Heero, if you want to sleep with me again, you're going to have to answer 'yes' to my question."

"I..." he looked down at her face to find her warning expression firmly in place, "...yes."

She smiled suddenly and began to walk her hands lower, trailing them over his shoulder, down his arm, and then tracing around his belly button, "So what exactly do you dream about my hair, Heero?"

"You cannot make me talk." Her hands simply stopped and she grinned sadistically. He glared at her, "This is blackmail material. If you repeat a word of this to Duo, I'm dead."

Relena scooted upwards a little bit and planted a kiss on his neck, "You have my word."

She sat up more and leaned over him, supporting herself with her hands at both of his shoulders and breasts and hair hanging loosely above him. He swallowed nervously.

She then shifted her weight to her left arm and left hip so that her hand could continue rubbing the tense ab muscles around his navel, "Your hair is loose." He said suddenly.

"Like it is now, Heero?" she asked with feigned innocence.

"Y-yes." He replied before continuing, " you lean over and brush it against my skin for a great deal of time, running it up and down my body."

She brought her head lower and swayed her head from side to side gracefully, "Like this?"

"Yes, but you move lower."

She giggled and complied, "Who knew you'd be so demanding! What's next?"

She had pushed the sheets aside and found herself staring at Heero's fully erect penis.

"You stop here," Heero said carefully, biting on his lip.

She couldn't help it. Sometimes she was a horrible sadist. She dipped her head down and breathed against the tip of his cock, "What do I do next?"

He sucked in a sharp breath, "Do you have some sort of torture fetish, Relena?"

She brought her mouth closer. He could feel the moisture of her breath against him. Her hands moved lower to hold down his hips, "Maybe I should stop here," she said, her tongue flicking against his member with every syllable.

It was more than any human male could handle. Next thing she knew, he had thrust into her mouth, and she gagged on reflex.

"Heero!" she sputtered around his cock, surprised at his desperate reaction.

He was struggling to keep himself from pushing into her, but his body was trembling at the effort. She decided she wouldn't really mind pleasuring him in such a fashion, but she had begun to ache for him deep down in the center of her body, and she decided she couldn't let him have all the fun.

"Relena, you really shouldn't push me unless you want this," he whispered hoarsely.

She pulled away and looked up at him smiling, "Well, you shouldn't make me push you to prove you're human!"

Something flickered in his dark blue eyes, something lusty and animalistic and utterly arousing. Relena melted. He was up in a flash and pressing her onto the mattress. She looked up at him in surprise and pleasure, immeasurably pleased with the results of her efforts. "It seems I hit a nerve."

"It seems you did." He growled pressing his lips against hers, one hand one a breast, another hand trapped in long, soft hair, "I wasn't lying when I said I loved you last night," he sighed against her lips, for once daring to show emotion.

"And I was lying when I said I did too," she replied. She brought one leg up and settled with an ankle on his lower back. Something eternal flashed between their eyes as she lifted up her other leg and did the same as he brought himself lower until the tip of his manhood rested just outside her channel. He smirked down at her and carefully brushed the hair out of her face.

"Who's being the sadist now?" she asked sweetly.

He did not respond, only lowered his head and sunk his body into hers. And then they became caught up in the rhythm of their lovemaking, his mouth latching onto her throat and sucking as he breathed in the scent of her hair. Their undulations quickened as they tried to increase the pressure and bury their bodies in each other. Their conversation degraded into one of gasps, moans, and keens of pleasure or desperation for the sweetest torture derived to end. One minute they were slamming into the bed, and the next they were arching out of it, the motion never slackening until, quite suddenly, Relena let out a low, hungry moan. Heero answered it with a growling sort of sigh and pushed as deeply as he could into her until she fell back, her breath coming in gasps and her chest heaving with exertion. The clench of her uterine muscles triggered his own release and he ejected his seed into her womb with a sigh of pleasure.

Then he collapsed against her like a boneless heap and nuzzled against her neck until he fell asleep once more.

Relena smiled up at Heero and ran a hand through his sweaty hair as he dreamed with his arms wrapped possessively around her, both still linked together and contented.

Eventually, she rolled him over and curled up in his arms. Sure, he snored, hogged the blankets, and had definite problems with self-expression, but he was perfect for her and he was perfect for him, and they would soon realize that.

Sweat. Cloth. Flesh. Sunlight. The four things she woke up to would be the four things she fell back asleep too. The smell of sweat from their bodies, the twisted sheets and blankets, the feel of skin beneath her fingers and the delicious warmth of sunlight surrounding her....They were all very good things indeed, she mused.

Oh, and from then on she wore her hair down a lot more too.

FIN.