"You called me, Zechs?" Trowa noticed, as the blonde-haired man turned to face him, that Zechs was wearing a full dress uniform, and had auspiciously clipped his former military rank to the corner of one lapel, where it gleamed in plain view, like a challenge. "Trowa." Zechs paused for a long moment before speaking. "This conversation never happened. We never spoke of anything, and when you went out on assignment, you were acting totally on your own, against all the wishes of the Sank kingdom." The pilot's eyes narrowed, he sat down when Zechs gestured to a chair. "Things are getting bad, then?" The blonde's eyes darkened, he flipped through a few papers on the desk. "We've managed to deal with the situation in space. I've sent a lot of men up there to negotiate through the problem, and find a solution that we can all live with. God willing, I actually think we're going to make it through that one." He sighed. "The bullet wasn't meant for Relena. We know that now. But our investigation has uncovered other problems - situations the dominant political majority in that kingdom doesn't want us to know about. Espionage, human rights violations in just about every form you can think of... it's bad. We should have gotten involved when the minor faction asked for our help. We should not have declared our indifference." "The Sank kingdom is a nation founded on peace. To involve yourself in a war in any way is to dilute and destroy your principles. Relena said that herself." "Relena isn't here." Zechs sighed. "And I can't take her place. I've known all my life, that I can't be the torchbearer for Absolute Pacifism." Zechs looked just a little scared, honestly frightened by the responsibility on his shoulders now. It was one thing when he hadn't had to answer to anyone, but now, he was taking over his sister's job. "We have to find her, Trowa. Relena would find a way to solve this, and it would not be the path I take, the only one I can seem to see clearly." He took a deep breath before speaking again. "They're going to attack us, because they think we're vulnerable now, that with Relena gone, no one will come to our aid. I can't allow my sister to come back to a broken country, to have her see the Sank reduced to ash." He quietly handed the pilot a photograph, didn't look at him while speaking. "I want you to take your Gundam, and destroy this base. It's the closest weapons depot to our borders, and if we take it out now, it will be much easier to defend against them." "You're launching the first offensive strike." Zechs chuckled. "Call it pre-emptive defense." Trowa studied the picture, and nodded. "I understand. Relena would not allow this... but I agree, that now we have no choice." "All other forces will still be deployed, searching for her, until we find her. As soon as Relena is back, I am /sure/ she can negotiate a peaceful end. The Gundams, the soldiers... they're all out there looking. And Heero. Catalonia can't hide from us forever." Zechs' voice lost the nobility of a leader on the last few words, and was undercut with the anguish of a confused, worried brother. Trowa reached out, grabbed the man's arm in a quiet gesture of support. "We'll find her. We'll get through this." Zechs nodded, and Trowa turned away. "Trowa?" "Yes?" "I know Quatre's going to accompany you, no matter how much I would like to keep this a secret from everyone. Tell him it's okay, so that he doesn't hyperventilate from the stress of breaking orders, and just try to keep your eye on him." Trowa chuckled, a soft sound that barely broke the tension of the air, and walked out the door. "I always do." ---------------------------- Relena woke up thinking about Dorothy's touch, Dorothy's mouth, Dorothy's eyes. Her thoughts refused to stray despite all her best efforts, and she couldn't even meet the other girl's eyes until she was eating breakfast, using the food as a way to distract herself from thinking about... other things. //Not that it's working.// Relena had never, in her entire life, thought about girls the way she had thought about boys. She had never thought she wouldn't end up with a husband and a family, only dating boys, only marrying boys. //Boys? What boys? There was always Heero. Just Heero.// It wasn't that there hadn't been other people asking. In fact, there had been both boys and girls who had taken a more than obvious interest in her over the past few years. Relena had never minded the attention from the girls, she had always thought it took so much of an open mind to believe in Absolute Pacifism that there was little else she could discriminate against. How could she possibly worry about who was sleeping with whom, when she was trying to stop mankind from self-destructing? //I love the person I love. Not because they're male or female, but because I love them. That's it.// It did bring up another interesting question, however. Did she love Dorothy? The blonde girl was, by anyone's standards, very beautiful, and could act up any part, be it soldier or debutante, at the drop of a hat. Relena had no doubt that the only reason she had found the blonde out was because Dorothy /wanted/ to be found. //Always teasing, always ready to start a fight. Always playing those dangerous games, until now. Now, she tells me she's the enemy, or close enough, but that she loves me. She /loves/ me.// Relena wanted to believe so much her heart ached. She longed for someone to be close to, someone who would hold her and cherish her, someone she could cherish in return. She knew, deep down, that Heero cared, but it simply wasn't enough anymore, she needed someone to be there for her /now/. There had never been anyone like that, never in her whole life, and now Dorothy truly wanted to be that person? It was frightening. The same touch Relena wanted also filled her with nervous dread, and anxiety. She had been trained to speak eloquently, she had been given years of practice to learn to argue, to be Dorothy's foil, to be the person the blonde wanted to be around. Relena had none of that same familiarity with love, with emotions, with anything... physical. //I'm not a prude. I can tell dirty jokes with the best of them. Hell, I've even taken on Duo before and /almost/ won.// She couldn't help but grin, remembering that night. //I think I may have even given Quatre a nosebleed. But... but it's not the same. I really don't know what I'm doing. At least with Heero, I thought he was probably as inexperienced as me - then again, how would I know?// Her stomach started hurting again, nerves quivering with tension and strain. Relena refused to show any of it outwardly, determined to work it out on her own. //Dorothy won't want to hear it. She'll think I'm an idiot. Real adults don't have these kinds of issues. They just - they just /do/ it. But... but I... I don't even know where my /hands/ go! How stupid does that sound? At least with Heero, it would have been easier. 'Insert tab A into slot B, thrust, repeat.' Or so Duo said once, when he was completely wasted on margaritas. I think I remember Hilde knocking him off his chair for /that/ one.// Relena repeatedly stabbed the large amount of uneaten crepes on her plate, her stare nearly boring a hole through the floral-print dishware. //Dorothy... she's been my first kiss, my first /everything/. What will she think of me, when she realizes I don't understand? That I don't... I can't... // The brunette knew exactly what would happen. Dorothy would reject her outright, and completely, without a second thought. The world was not a place that tolerated lousy lovers. ------------------------ "Relena. Whatever the crepes did to you, I'm sure they're sorry for it by now." The blonde's tone was dryly sarcastic. Relena noticed she now had only shreds of breakfast left on her plate, a uniform pile of crumbs no bigger than flecks of fish food. "Oh. Sorry, I'm... just thinking." Relena sighed. //Idiot. Idiot. You're never going to be able to live up to her fantasies... you can't be who she expects you to be, who she thinks you are. Stupid, you are so, so stupid.// "You look tense, Relena. That's exactly what I was trying to avoid here. Let's go to the beach. I know this wonderful cove, it's very private." Relena nodded, trying to avoid the other girl's gaze, hoping that the sunlight and the cool, ocean air would refresh her, give her some new ideas, help her save herself from a future that looked desperately grim. //Oh, Relena... it's /so/ hot. Would you put some sunscreen on my back?// The brunette groaned, resisting the urge to pound her head against the wall. //Why me? Why oh why /me/?// ---------------------------- The beach was absolutely beautiful, tiny but serene, and completely deserted. Dorothy parked The Car around a bend, and the two girls walked back towards the small cove, the light filtering down through the trees along the path. Relena was enraptured by the sound of the ocean, the cry of a few seagulls, the sight of the brilliant light sand contrasted with the deep blue waves. The sensations of the past few days seemed so much sharper and clearer than almost the rest of her life. She had never felt so alive, and free. "It's so beautiful. I can't believe there aren't more people here." "There probably will be, later in the day. However, I did choose an isolated beach, near an isolated town, in an isolated part of the world. Maybe there won't be anyone." Relena paused, staring at the blonde for a moment. "You really put some time into this abduction plan, didn't you?" Dorothy merely smiled and walked past her, refusing to answer. They stepped off the dirt path, onto the sand, and walked toward the shore. A ways off from the water, Relena stopped, staring at the waves for a moment before taking off her shirt and shorts, revealing a conservative, navy one-piece suit. "/That's/ what I waited all this time to see?" Dorothy teased, clucking her tongue. "I'm not the one who insisted I buy this thing in private. You're the one who wanted to keep it a surprise." Relena frowned at the blonde, staring down. "Besides... it's modest, and navy is classic." "You're right, of course, Relena." Dorothy's voice was as demure as always, but her eyes were also as sly as ever. As Relena threw out her towel, watching it unfold in the wind, Dorothy slowly stepped out of her clothes. Relena turned, and her jaw dropped, eyes widening in complete surprise. "What /is/ that?!" "It's a bathing suit, Miss Relena." "No." Relena shook her head, eyes wide in honest shock. "That's two 3-by-5 cards and some dental floss. Maybe a little bit of tape, but /no/ suit." The brunette couldn't help but feel a little jealous admiration. Not even the most costly of dares could have gotten her into the suit Dorothy was wearing. //Barely wearing.// The tiny white bikini and thong bottom combination could have fit in the palm of her hand with room to spare. Dorothy looked down at her suit for a moment, and shrugged, not seeing any problem with it. "I don't know why I bothered, actually." "Huh? What do you mean?" Dorothy stretched out serenely, the long curve of her neck just barely visible as she titled her face up to the sun. Her hair spilled back over her shoulders like a blonde waterfall. "Didn't I tell you about this beach? It's clothing optional." Relena had to pick her jaw up off of the ground, as Dorothy calmly stripped off the tiny suit, and ran buck naked into the sea. ------------------------- //Something is wrong again. Not with the Sank, not Heero. This time, it's something else.// Dorothy stretched out, kicking her legs up in the air as she dove beneath the waves. She loved the feel of the sea on her bare skin, the way the gentle current rocked her, the quiet silence just under the surface. It immediately centered her, making it easy to think clearly, which she definitely needed to do right now. Whatever the problem was, it had started early that morning, and hadn't left Relena's thoughts since then. The girl looked preoccupied, and every time she looked up at Dorothy, there was /something/ in her gaze. The blonde couldn't decipher it, and that worried her more than anything else. //You know what /you're/ so worried about. What if she's /not/ interested in you? You just assumed... because she didn't tell you no at the first kiss, that she must be more than willing to do whatever you want. But a kiss can take someone off guard, and I'd bet that Relena never got much practice saying yes or no before this.// Dorothy sighed, stretching out in the water. It was going to be nigh impossible to stop herself now, not this time. This was the best chance she had ever had, and might /ever/ get, to turn this friendship into something more. The blonde stared up into the sky, floating on her back, hair drifting on the water around her, looking more like a mermaid than an earthly creature. She closed her eyes, letting all her thoughts go, hoping that the last thought out of her brain would be the one to tell her what to do. Before Dorothy could think, a hand wrapped around her ankle, and pulled her under the surface. The blonde came up gasping and spluttering, to the sound of delighted giggling. Relena was laughing, shaking her head, almost in tears. "If... if you only knew how long I've w-waited... to /finally/ catch you off guard, D-dorothy! It's - it's..." She was laughing too hard to continue the sentence, and Dorothy's eyebrows arched in surprise and her own delight, as the crest of a wave passed by them, the water lowered, and she realized what Relena /wasn't/ wearing. "Those are some very powerful waves, hm, Relena?" Relena stopped laughing, gazing down with a deep blush in her cheeks. "I... uh, er... when in Rome?" The brunette stopped blushing as Dorothy took advantage of her pause, and started splashing her with water. Relena yelped in delight, madly splashing back, and a fierce water war started between them. "What about Absolute Pacifism, Relena? Wouldn't it be better to talk this out?" "You wish, blondie!" With a wild cry of joy, Relena abandoned the inferior water delivery method, and instead just pounced on the blonde, plunging them both beneath the surface. It wasn't until they were under the water, and she felt Dorothy bump against the sandy bottom, felt the smooth flesh press against her hand, that she remembered that neither of them was wearing a suit. //... oh dear.// Relena quickly stood up, moved back slightly, to give the other girl some room. "Uh, Dorothy... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." Dorothy chuckled and slowly rose, until she was standing, and the brunette was struck breathless, all words vanishing in a heartbeat. Relena could see the drops of water falling from the blonde's fingertips, trickling down the curves of her body, the ends of her nipples, like molten diamonds in slow motion. Dorothy shone, backlit by the water gleaming off the sea, and her hair lay in a flat and sculpted curve of blonde marble, making her beautiful gray-blue eyes only that much larger, her entire being just that much more a work of art. Relena couldn't speak, didn't want to, most of her senses sizzling, too shocked to function, as Dorothy carefully approached her. The blonde wrapped one arm tightly around her waist, and kissed her. The kiss lasted, and lasted, the brunette could barely breathe in the spaces in between, suddenly feeling no fear, furiously interested now, /needing/ to feel the other girl's touch on her skin, to pull Dorothy as close as she could. //I need you, Dorothy, I want you.// The water swirled around them, both girls had been pulled back by the current, deeper into the ocean. Relena barely noticed, couldn't believe she wasn't /flying/, enraptured with the feeling of the other girl's slick skin, the way Dorothy murmured with ecstasy as Relena let her nails slide across her waist, down her thigh. "Relena..." Dorothy held the last letter in her throat, letting the word dissolve into a purr of happiness, burying her head against the brunette's neck, gently kissing the curve between shoulder and spine. Relena nearly froze, as an intense wave of fluttery pleasure flooded her whole body. Hearing that sly voice whisper her name, without any title, without pretense, simply passion, was something she had never known she wanted so badly. "Say it again, Dorothy. Please...say my name." Dorothy chuckled, glad to give pleasure so simply, so easily. "Relena... Relena Peacecraft. My Relena." The brunette lost herself in Dorothy's kiss, the tongue that moved so skillfully inside of her mouth, teasing her, easily giving as much as she took, and promising more. Relena felt awkward with desire, mind whirling as she tried to reciprocate, testing the body under her hands, the mouth on her own, trying to remember what to do, to think of how she could let the blonde know what she was feeling, how much she wanted the girl's touch. //So good, this is so good, Dorothy. Thank you.// Her singular focus shattered, shivered into oblivion as Dorothy's hand slowly slid between her legs, and skillful fingers started coaxing a growing, deliciously powerful sensation free from inside of her. "Dorothy..." Relena gasped, and then moaned softly, pressing her face against the other girl's neck, feeling her muscles tense, the feeling expanding, pulsing with increasing urgency. She trembled with excitement at the blonde girl's low, satisfied chuckle. The brunette tilted her head back... ...and swallowed about a gallon of seawater, as a large wave dropped directly on her head. Dorothy let go of her immediately, the unseen wave coming down on her as well. Relena broke the surface of the water coughing and hacking, rubbing the water out of her eyes, almost screaming in frustration as her wet hair quickly dropped down, and more water replaced what she had tried to wipe away. It was a small problem she could focus on, the larger interruption was too much for her to handle. Dorothy was in hysterics, but tried to gain control as she saw Relena's wounded look. "I'm sorry Relena. You look like a drowned cat! It's just - it's just so /funny/." "You did that. I just know it." Relena pouted, and felt the desire rekindle inside of her, uncurl in her stomach as Dorothy regarded her with that sly gaze, and swam up to her, brushing a kiss across her cheek. "Relena, I may be somewhat well connected, but even I cannot move the tides." The blonde took her hand, slowly walking back toward the beach. Relena didn't ask if Dorothy had finished with her, if the sudden intrusion of the ocean had broken the mood completely. She was afraid again, and unsure whether it was that Dorothy /had/ finished, or that she had just begun. //That was... well, that was definitely everything Duo seems to be fixated on. It was...// Even Relena's thoughts paused, breathlessly. //It was good as he said. Very good, and fun. But... I don't know... am I doing it right? What if... what if I do something wrong?// She didn't feel in control of her body, as Dorothy led her to the beach, pulled on her hand to sit her down. The blonde started to kiss her again, slowly moving closer, until they were laying completely on Relena's blanket, legs twined, Dorothy on top of her, nibbling gently on her ear. The brunette's panic overwhelmed any other emotion, and she knew she was being horribly clumsy in returning any affection. //I don't know what to do... what if I do something wrong... what do I do? What do I do?// "Relena..." She blinked, as Dorothy pulled back, rolling to lean on her hand, staring at her. The brunette couldn't read Dorothy's gaze, but felt her cheeks burn with shame nonetheless. "I... I'm sorry, Dorothy." ------------------------- //If she says she wants to go back to Heero... I swear, I'll shoot myself.// Dorothy didn't understand why Relena had suddenly become so tense, what had changed in the minutes between the sea and the sand. //Wonderful. Relena, you... you are so wonderful. I don't think I could ever want anyone but you... and I don't think I could give you up... not now.// Dorothy didn't have the words to justify that statement to herself, but she didn't need them. Feelings were enough, and what she felt for the girl lying beside her transcended everything else. "Relena. Please. Tell me what you're thinking. Tell me what's bothering you. Did I do something wrong?" "No! Oh no, you didn't do anything." Relena shook her head fervently. Satisfied that it wasn't her touch that was the problem, Dorothy slid her hand across the other girl's stomach, felt Relena shiver slightly underneath her touch. "Problem?" "It... just tickles a little." Dorothy heard something disturbingly sad in that statement, as if Relena had somehow done something wrong, merely for being ticklish. The brunette frowned, and took a deep breath. She choked halfway through, just for a moment, and the desperate, half-sob hung in the air between them. "I just... I think I'm going to disappoint you, Dorothy. I don't, I've never..." "You're a virgin." "It's /more/ than that." Relena wailed, pounding one clenched fist into the sand. "It's so much more than that. I've never - All the things you... you like about me, they took me /years/. Years of work, years of dedication and study and practice. I don't know how to kiss, or where to touch, or what to do. I can't, I don't think..." "You're afraid." Relena paused for a long moment, and nodded with her eyes closed. "I don't want to disappoint you, Dorothy. Duo's the encyclopedia, I'm merely the dictionary, I know the terms, but nothing more than that. I /know/ things. I'm not a complete innocent, but I can't /do/ anything - and I don't think I can be who you want me to be." Dorothy blinked, completely surprised. Out of all the things she would have imagined Relena saying, this one was near the bottom of the pile. //How? How could you think you'd disappoint me? That I expect anything from you, except you.// "What... /who/ do you think I want, Relena?" Relena sighed, averting her gaze when she realized Dorothy really wanted an answer. "I... I don't know. Someone more mature... someone more experienced. Duo said once..." "Now I can tell you, I /don't/ want Duo Maxwell." Dorothy murmured wryly, relieved to hear Relena chuckle. "Did you ever think that people might... overemphasize their conquests, Relena? That they might exaggerate, just a little?" "What? Even Duo?" Relena grinned, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Yeah. Definitely Duo." //Relena. My shy, perfect, beautiful... I never thought you'd be nervous like this. I love it, and I love you so much more for telling me. Giving me your heart like this.// She couldn't wait any longer, couldn't help the way her heart overflowed, with the knowledge that she could make the brunette happy, she would take all those fears away, that this was a problem /she/ could solve. "Dorothy?" Relena murmured as the blonde-haired girl moved closer, brought a hand up to stroke her face, dragging a fingertip down the side of the brunette's neck. "You could /never/ disappoint me, Relena. I didn't fall for you because of who I thought you were hiding, for the sexy creature I thought you might be under the surface. You are so /incredibly/ seductive, just by being you. I love you for you, I wouldn't want to be with anyone else. Believe me." --------------------------- Dorothy moved much slower this time, Relena's body pressed warm and soft against her own, the sun and wind providing the perfect setting, the perfect opportunity. Relena knew the blonde was more cautious now, taking her time with each kiss, making sure she was ready, that she felt comfortable and secure. The brunette had noticed something, had noticed everything, but her mind had picked up a few choice details that she thought could help her. While her own breasts were not that sensitive, never had been, each time Relena's hand brushed across Dorothy's chest, the other girl shivered slightly, in what seemed like uncontrollable delight. //I wonder. I wonder if she would mind, if I should...// Relena let the idea rattle in her mind for a few moments, and then just threw caution to the wind, and went for it. Dorothy had been kissing her as the idea formed in her head, and parted with a slight sound of confusion as Relena pushed her back slightly. "Mm... what's wrong? Relen - oh /god/." Dorothy's hands fisted tightly in the beach blanket, all her muscles instantly tensing at the rush of sweet, hot pleasure, the feeling of the brunette's mouth on the swell of her breast. "Oh god, Relena..." The blonde couldn't think, couldn't move, only lay there and beg for more, the tongue gently caressing her nipple, sucking softly, and biting, just slightly, as Dorothy's whimpers of desire reached their peak. //Oh Relena, how in the hell did you ever think you weren't any good at this?// "Mmm... oh no, don't stop, don't /ever/ - please, Relena..." On top of the physical pleasure, Dorothy's thoughts were singing out in joy, because she knew Relena was happy, relieved that she was doing something the blonde wanted, that Dorothy was pleased. "I hope you... realize, Relena" she gasped, as Relena's mouth finally stopped its exquisite torture, tilted up to encounter hers again. "... that this isn't as difficult as you thought it would be." "I tend to overreact." The matter of fact statement nearly made the blonde scream with laughter. "Well, that's all over." Dorothy murmured dryly. "I was told it's like learning how to ride a bike. Once you learn, you don't forget." Relena chuckled, the half-nervous passion crumbling the laughter into tiny bits, and closed her eyes in sheer bliss as Dorothy gently massaged the curve of her back, slid her hand down to the back of her thigh. "... ah. Ah, Dorothy...I think - I think I'm going to explode." Dorothy was sure she was purring, completely filled with happiness as Relena now writhed under her touch, making soft noises as she stroked the blonde's arms and legs, anything she could touch with the ends of her fingertips, craving more. "Oh, really?" The blonde curled a hand around the back of Relena's neck for a moment, letting her fingers trail unhindered as her kisses slowly, delicately trailed a course lower and lower on the brunette's body. She felt the moment Relena realized what she was doing, like an electric shock through her body, and felt the other girl's hand twining deep in her long, blonde hair. "Mm... ahh. I don't know, Dorothy, I don't...know." "Shh. I'll be gentle, and it's only fair. It's my turn." Relena's words soon disappeared completely, replaced by gasps, quiet whimpers and moans, as Dorothy's lips moved lower, and deeper into her body. The blonde had to admit, the wry thought springing up as Relena cried out, she got some of her biggest thrills from hearing the noises her lovers made. //Lover. Singular. Okay... you had a lot of fun with it, a /lot/, but up until this point, that cadet out in space had been /it/.// She smiled to herself. //...and you have the gall to tell Relena that everyone /else/ lies about their bedroom prowess.// Dorothy hadn't even thought about it, but telling the brunette that she wasn't as experienced as Relena must have thought she was would have probably been a good thing to do at the beginning. //Although,// She thought wryly, hearing Relena gasp again. //I think now, the 'stage fright' has worn off.// The blonde absolutely relished the sounds she could bring out in her partner, with the right touch, the right amount of pressure and timing. Relena didn't disappoint her, gladly rewarding Dorothy with any noise she wanted, as long as the blonde took her time searching for it. In some ways, Dorothy thought, it was similar to learning how to master an instrument, or fight in a duel. //...and will I ever even think of saying /that/ one out loud to her? I don't think so.// Dorothy let the intensity build slowly, eventually feeling the other girl's movements, her reactions as if they were no longer separate beings, but one person, moving along the same passion in near-perfect union. The blonde relished the long moment of connection, an unbroken loop of pure bliss. She followed, as the brunette shuddered past the rhythm, and there was too much, too much to contain it all in any one sound or movement. Relena cried out loudly, back arched, shuddering furiously as she came, and Dorothy was surprised to find she was trembling too. //Relena.// The brown-haired girl slowly drew Dorothy back up with one hand, moving close to her in the wonderful moments just after the peak, and they drifted together in the slowly receding warm waves of pleasure. Dorothy basked in the feel of Relena's soft, hot skin against hers, the girl's scent, which now seemed to have soaked into her every pore. A few strands of still-damp hair clung to her side, and she could see that some of Relena's long brown strands had entwined with a few of her blonde ones. The sight brought nothing but peace, contentment, and joy. There was nothing she could say to make things any more perfect, no serious words to enhance the moment, and so Dorothy turned to comedy instead. "I didn't know you were a screamer." The blonde murmured, kissing the other girl's cheek. Relena slid closer to her, giggling just a little, making sure they were still well tangled together in the remaining space on the beach blanket. "Me neither." There was no reason to move, Dorothy thought, no reason to do anything except lay in the sun, drenched in the sun and in Relena. She knew the other girl had simply forgotten that this was, technically, a public beach, and Dorothy felt no need to mention the men she had posted a half-mile each way on the road leading to the cove, to make sure their privacy remained private. The brunette amused herself by toying slightly with strands of the blonde's long, thick hair, while Dorothy slowly stroked the skin just above Relena's navel, and listened to the sound of her lover's heartbeat. //My lover, mine. It's all real. This is really real.// "You make me so happy, Relena." The brunette kissed her forehead, curled one arm around her. "I love you, Dorothy." Gently entwined, nestled in the sand with the sound of the sea all around them, the two girls fell asleep and dreamed of each other, and a future that stretched out before them like paradise.
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