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(Don't ask me why Atrum's eye insists on rendering as yellow in the .gif, I fought it tooth and nail and it refused to surrender)

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So, I'm not saying something definately happened between Heero and Relena in episode 47, but something went down and it wasn't Libra.

All: [lots of arguing]

They were playing Roberta Flack. Hilde wasn't really sure WHO had decided to put a quarter into the neglected juke box, and definitely didn't know WHO would select Where is the Love. Listening to that song while she finished her milkshake and watched Relena decimate the high score of some hodad on the pinball made for one of the more trippy experiences Hilde had had recently. She was still high- they had only just finished a joint in Relena's car before walking to the diner. But even if she hadn't been, this would have been a weird experience. Relena, dressed in short cut-offs so short that the curve of her perfectly rounded ass was visible and a macrame bikini top with dangling ties on the back that teased anyone to slip them off, was the center of attention. She almost always was. There was a cluster of men from the naval base, trying and failing to look like casual townies out for lunch on a Thursday afternoon. Their eyes were glued to Relena. Mouths a little agape. It wasn't attractive. There was a group of teenagers- three wide eyed boys and one dour looking girl- who were also focused on the girl whose only only concern was the pinball machine. Hilde couldn't remember a time when Relena, golden and glorious and as bright as the sun over the ocean, wasn't the only thing SHE wanted to look at. So she couldn't really begrudge other people having the same taste that she did. Even so, when Roberta Flack's voice started to confess a profound heartache, Hilde felt her own throat constrict. Relena wasn't listening to the music, though. The only sounds that seemed to enter her conscience were those of the machine she was battling. Hilde, though, Hilde felt like the song was drowning her. The song was almost over when Relena let out a triumphant cheer and threw her hands into the air. She turned to look at Hilde, a joyous grin splitting her face. "Oh how I wish I never met you I guess it must have been my fate To fall in love with someone else's love All I can do is wait" The grin faltered just a touch as the lyrics drifted between them, and the joy in Relena's eyes faded. The look, the words, the mellow depression from the joint- made Hilde want to pull Relena against her, made her want to cling to the golden goddess who seemed to be farther away each day. Relena held out her hand. "Dance with me." It was barely past noon on a Thursday, in a diner filled with people, but Hilde was helpless to do anything but follow Relena's command. As always. She got to her feet and, expecting Relena to hold her hands and attempt some of the swing dancing steps that always made Hilde laugh, she extended both hands. But Relena pulled her close, wrapped her arms around Hilde's waist and tucked her chin over Hilde's shoulder. "I love you," Relena whispered. Hilde didn't doubt it. Still, her hands tightened on Relena, desperation clawed at her. "I'm scared," Hilde confessed. It was worse, saying it aloud. Speaking the thing that had put her on edge for weeks now, the thing that had sparked at least three fights between them. "Don't be, we're okay. We're going to be okay." "But Mei- she-" Hilde vividly remembered the red dress Meilan had been wearing that day. A dress that Meilan had borrowed from Hilde months ago for a date that had, by Meilan's admittedly high standards, been absolutely appalling bad. Treize, Meilan and Zechs had climbed into the convertible, Duo had muttered something about old people driving boats on the highway, and the three had set off. The deal was supposed to be big, Treize negotiating with a Mexican drug lord to expand the smuggling operation, to bring in more than just pot. Hilde hadn't liked the idea from the start. Neither had Duo. But Zechs and Quatrehad shrugged, and Relena had sided with her brother and Treize, who liked to maintain the illusion of equal partnership in the organization he had taken over, had given Hilde the flip and empty reassurance that things weren't really going to change. But they had changed. Meilan had been killed, Zechs had come back looking shaken and ill, and Treize had grown even more determined, even less comforting. Hilde clung to Relena. "I don't want to do this anymore," Hilde whispered into Relena's hair. She felt Relena tense, felt her process the words and when Relena pulled away to look at her, the expression on her face was eerily reminiscent of Treize. "You don't... you don't want to be with me anymore?" Hilde hadn't meant that. Hadn't meant that at ALL and she started to explain. But before she could say a single word she got it. She realized that Relena knew what she had meant and that RELENA meant exactly what SHE had said. Hilde wanted out. But Relena was going to stay in. If Hilde wanted Relena, she had to stay in as well. Hilde loved Relena. Loved her in the way that made her ache, made her smile just thinking about the sound of Relena's voice. She could still remember their first kiss. It had been after the football team won their homecoming game, and both Relena and Hilde had still been in their cheerleading uniforms, had been sharing beers with the two dozen students still celebrating their victory in the bleachers when Relena leaned over and pressed her lips to Hilde's in a sloppy, inexperienced kiss that was even now the best moment of Hilde's life. Relena had giggled, had apologized for being so BAD at kissing, had said she had wanted to do that for years and Hilde had only been able to stare at her in amazement, had only been able to punch herself. But it hadn't been a dream, and when they went to the beach two days later, swimming together as they had for YEARS, Hilde had felt like the world had shifted course, felt like the tides had been altered and the sky redrawn. They had held hands and let the waves crest against their shoulders as they kissed. Salt and sun and heat and perfection. Hilde hadn't known where to put her hands, hadn't known just what this was or what to do and surely Relena hadn't either. But Relena had reached out in the cool water between them and ran one smooth hand over Hilde's stomach, up the curve of her ribcage and the swell of her breast. Hilde's nipples were already pebbled from the cold, and the press of Relena's thumb against the sensitive numb, even through the t-shirt she wore, made Hilde gasp. Gasp and moan and kiss Relena with feverish, fervent passion as her she continued to fondle Hilde's breast. She had never felt this way, had certainly never been touched like this- not even by her OWN hand as she lay in bed some nights and, feeling guilty and dirty, slipped a hand beneath her panties and wondered what It would feel like to touch Relena. And then Relena was touching HER. Was sliding confident fingers between Hilde's bathing suit and her body and teasing Hilde's pubic hair until her finger slipped between Hilde's lips. "Relena!" She had paused, had looked at Hilde with concern. "Is this wrong?" She had asked. And Hilde had shaken her head emphatically. "No," she assured Relena. "It's perfect." Relena had smiled her golden, axis tilting smile and kissed Hilde again. Their tongues tangled, caressing and teasing and confessing. Relena's fingers were confident, her touch sending sparks of pleasure through Hilde's body. She felt adrift, not just in the ocean but in the cosmos and as Relena stroked her clitoris and held her close and the waves crashed around them Hilde had first first orgasm. She fell apart and Relena caught her and the world would never, ever be the same. "I do want to be with you," Hilde told Relena. "I love you." Relena held her gaze, looking at her so intensely that Hilde wanted to squirm. "I love you," Relena said and pulled Hilde close again. "I love you more than anything." Hilde had heard the words before. Relena had whispered them against Hilde's skin, had shouted them over the pounding surf, had cried them out in the rush of her own pleasure. And never before had Hilde doubted them. ----- (Inspired by the photo @kangofu-cb tagged yesterday.) @amberlyinviolet @maevemauvaise @remsyk-blog @renmaxwell @simulacraryn @chronicwhimsy @downwarddnaspiral @tumbledrylemur There will also be some 2x5 action for part 2. There will also be some 4x6 by next Sunday at the least.

Probs wont finish it fully, but rather like that the pose worked out~

Èdan in his regular outfit with Atrum on the shoulder, plus a bonus Sarv guise (The pose being inspired by his original tabletop mini).

Evainmoire, both formal and work outfits, and a bonus zoom-in of the most important addition - lil flower bby Ellébore-Maylis~