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"Out of the Blue"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: Gundam Wing does not belong to me.
Technically. Untechnically…*grin* I’ll give them back when
I’m through playing with them. In the not-to-foreseeable future.
Maybe. Pairings: 1x3, 4x5, 2xH Warnings: Lemon, action, twisted and dry humor,
EWWT (Eternal Waltz, what’s that?) some Relena bashing (sorry,
she’s just easy to pick on!) Rating: NC-15 or NC-17 Author’s Notes: Nyx actually can be blamed
for this. She emailed me, requesting that I write a 1x3. So here it
is. *huggles* Thanks for pouncing on me! I wanted this idea out and
done with. It was beginning to bug me. Summary: Heero calls Trowa in for help in order to protect the Gundams, but keeping the Gundams out of dangerous hands isn't the only thing on his agenda. "Out of the Blue "
A naked and wet Heero…in my shower… This raises some interesting possibilities. I was rapidly forming and discarding several different ways I could exploit those possibilities when the water turned off. Shoot. It narrowed my possibilities to one. Ah well. I’d get him wet and naked sometime in the future. I ambushed him as he stepped out of the bathroom, catching the towel that he was wrapping around his waist and tossing it casually to the floor. “I’ll do that.” I purred softly into his ear. He tensed, twisting a little to look at me. There was surprise in his dark blue eyes. Deliberately I lowered my head to his shoulder and licked off a streamlet of water. His breath exploded from his chest as the rough side of my tongue scraped along his skin. When I looked back up at his face, his eyes were smoldering. Catching him by the hands, I drew him to the bed and pushed him down onto it. He went willingly, drawing my shirt over my head as he did so. I couldn’t help but marvel at this. Until this moment I had never seen him. I had never noticed how soft his hair was, how his eyes crinkled slightly at the corners when he smiled. Dammit…when had I fallen in love with him? I hadn’t even noticed. Lowering my head, I followed on the first impulse I had been hit with when Heero first walked out of my shower. Diligently I worked over his skin with my tongue, being very thorough and touching every inch of his skin. My teeth nibbled along his neck, electing a groan. His hands worked over my scalp, trying to gather enough hair in his hands to hold onto. I moved my hands up, lacing them with his as I continued over his collarbone, briefly over both nipples, then down his abs. He was almost panting for breath, hands tensed in mine. Arching up, he rubbed his bare erection against my jean-clad thigh, seeking relief. I shifted my weight so that I could rub my erection against his, hips moving in a slightly circular motion. God, that felt good. I had to stop though, otherwise I was going to disgrace myself. And this time wasn’t for me. It was for him. I wanted him to understand that he didn’t have to pursue me anymore. I was caught. “Trowa—” Raising my head, I smiled. His eyes weren’t focusing quite right. “What?” “I love you.” WHAT?! “It’s—” The euphoria faded a bit from his eyes as he swallowed hard. “It’s alright if you don’t feel the same.” No. It wasn’t. Thank God I didn’t have to worry about it, either. Using his hands as leverage of a sort, I scooted back up on the bed to lean over him. He was tensing up more with every second of silence, and I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t bear to see him so afraid. “I love you too.” He almost flinched at the words. “I told you. You don’t have to—” Growling under my breath I flipped our positions. It threw whatever he was going to say out the window, and it got him to actually *look* at me. “Listen to what I’m saying, Heero. I love you. I’ve been blind to that for a long time. Maybe I didn’t want to see it. I never thought I would have a chance to have you. But I *do* love you.” He shifted his weight onto one hand, reaching with the other to smooth a thumb along my cheek. For the longest time he just looked at me, eyes traveling over my face as if he couldn’t quite connect that this was real. I caught that hand, pressing a soft kiss into his palm. He let out a soft breath…and smiled. A full-blown, honest to god smile. My throat choked up a little at the sight. Sweet heaven, but he’s beautiful when he does that. An uncontrollable urge to touch him took over my body temporarily and I drew his head down so that I could kiss him for a few hours. Perfect. He tastes perfect. Our heads tilted to get a better angle, mouths sliding over each other, tongues darting out to flick against the others. He started nibbling along my jaw line, lips soft against my skin. It was making it extremely difficult for me to think. “Stop that.” I rasped. “You’re distracting me.” “From what?” I shivered as the heat of those words hit my skin. “I was drying you off.” He raised his head, brow quirked in amusement. “You’re the one that threw the towel in the corner.” “I wasn’t planning on using a towel.” I grinned up at him wickedly. While he was processing that statement, I flipped positions again so that I was straddling him. “Where was I…ah.” My hands fell to his thighs, spreading them. Heero had time for one quick breath before I swallowed him whole. He swelled in my mouth, precum a little bitter on my tongue as I rasped it against him. Rough sounds of need poured out of his throat as I worked him. Needing more of an angle, I lifted his legs to hook over my shoulders. His legs closed over them, tightening as his back arched, thrusting into my mouth. Mm. My eyes slid shut as the taste of him infiltrated my taste buds and took over. Slight tremors of reaction started rippling just beneath his skin. I knew he was close to the edge, and used that moment right before pleasure sucked him under to tap out a code against his thighs. L-U-V U With a groan deep in his throat he climaxed, shuddering hard in my grasp. I swallowed it down greedily before letting him slip to the bed. Heero finally looked his age, laying there with flushed cheeks, panting hard from pleasure. I just knew that I was smiling like the village idiot, but I couldn’t seem to help it. I curled up next to him, head pillowed on his shoulder as he slowly came back down to earth. I was beginning to get a hang of what it felt like to love and be loved. It’s not something that I’ve ever had any real experience with. It’s nice. It’s better than nice, it’s fantastic. I think I’ll stay here for a while. There’s no other place I’d rather be. + My subconscious is brilliant sometimes. It just takes a while for the rest of me to catch up. The real reason why I had been telling Wufei and Quatre to stay put was because I wanted time with Heero. Simple, really. Of course, it hits me only now, when I’m in bed next to my lover, and I’m only half-awake. I turned my head a little and looked over to my left. Heero was sleeping peacefully, one arm flung over my chest. My lover. I get an odd little thrill whenever I think of him that way. It’s rather nice. Reaching out, I smoothed his hair back away from his forehead. I liked being able to do that too. Just touch him without any reason. He stirred slightly, eyes cracking open to look at me. With a rustle of bed sheets he scooted in closer and nuzzled his way under my chin, sighing contentedly. I looped an arm around his waist, encouraging the move. I never expected Heero to be a cuddler, but I certainly wasn’t disappointed to find out that he is. “Good morning.” I whispered to him. “Hn.” The Perfect Soldier can and does wake up in three seconds, but that’s only an option. In truth, if he’s in a safe position and there isn’t an emergency of some sort looming, then it takes him closer to twenty minutes. That in consideration, I relaxed fully onto the bed and just enjoyed the moment. *BRRRRRR* We both looked over at the alarm clock. 7:05. Heero reached over me for the Glock that was hanging on the bedpost, an ‘omae o korosu’ look in his eyes. “Heero. You can’t shoot the alarm clock.” I told him calmly. “I don’t want to get out of this bed.” He replied flatly. “I want to stay here.” “Shooting the alarm clock is not going to guarantee that.” Heero grumbled, hand poised over the hilt of the Glock. “And if you shoot it, then the security alarm will go off and we’ll have Relena in here with about twenty other people.” I pointed out reasonably. “Hn.” Disgruntled, he shoved the gun back into its holder and slammed his fist down on the alarm clock instead. There was a ‘brrr’ing sound as the alarm clock gave up the ghost, smoldering. Giving a satisfied grunt he relaxed back against me, muttering in Japanese. I understood enough to know that the ancestry of the alarm clock was being questioned. Thoroughly. Swallowing an urge to laugh, I tilted his face up to mine and kissed him softly. He sunk into the kiss bit by bit as he forgot his irritation at being woken up. I pulled back before we could get too excited. Unfortunately, we didn’t have enough time to deal with anything that might have…arisen from the kiss. There was a curve to his mouth when I pulled away, and softness in his eyes that made breathing a little difficult. Screw it. We’ll just be late. Snaking both arms around his shoulders, I pulled him roughly back against me. His hands splayed on my back, pressing me against his body, mouth feeding off of mine urgently. Dammit, he’s too hard to resist. The temperature of the room went up in ten degree intervals as his hands traveled over my skin. I grabbed an edge of the blanket to rip it off of our overheated bodies— *snick* --and dropped it immediately, hand diving for the open nightstand drawer instead for my Colt .45. Heero snatched his Glock from its holster and we both had our guns aimed at the door when Une rounded the corner. “Barton—EEP!” She did an about face. Clearing her throat roughly she called over her shoulder. “Sorry. I need to discuss something with you. I’ll…wait outside.” *snick* Shit. The morning had started out so well, too. “For a moment I was afraid it was Relena.” Heero’s glower at the door indicated that he really wasn’t that much happier that it had been Une instead. “Hn. We’d better get dressed.” + Five minutes later, fully dressed and once again looking impassive, Heero and I made our way out of the bedroom and into the adjacent study. Une was standing next to the window, apparently composed once more. “Gentlemen.” She gave us a nod in greeting. “Sorry to…interrupt.” Heero Death Glared her. Even Une blinked at that, but she regained her train of thought and continued on admirably. “I was given some very interesting information this morning that I thought you should be made aware of. Mr. Derek Neilson was in Switzerland for the past two months. And he left the same day that Wing, Deathscythe and Heavyarms were moved.” “Coincidence?” I murmured thoughtfully. “There’s no such thing.” Heero bit off. “Can we prove that he was the hacker?” “Unfortunately, no. He has bought some very specialized computer equipment within the past few months, however. Frankly, it’s enough evidence for me.” I nodded in agreement. Heero mirrored me. “I think ‘Mr. Neilson’ bears watching.” “Ryoukai.” “Copy that.” + I was sitting in The Dungeon again, rapidly going through the files that Heero had located, trying to get a firmer idea of who Neilson was when Wufei walked in. He looked me over thoroughly, head cocked slightly. “You had sex.” Cough. Choke. Splutter. WHAT?! “Hn. Heero must have made a move.” My eyes were bugging out of my head. I just knew it. “What do you know about this?!” Wufei smiled innocently. “Find any information on Neilson?” Grrr. He’s been around Quatre too much if he can pull that expression off. “No.” I snapped. “And you’ll answer the question, Chang, or I’ll—” “AAAARRRRRRGGHHHHHH!” We both paused as the feminine scream seemed to echo through the halls. “That sounded like Relena.” Wufei noted in puzzlement. “It was Relena.” I was also a bit puzzled as to why the usually decorous princess would be screaming like a wounded banshee. Unless… Wufei and I looked at each other in dawning comprehension. “The limousine.” “It has become expedient that we be *elsewhere*.” I murmured, catching my jacket from the back of my chair. “I’ll drive.” Wufei replied curtly, snatching up a set of keys. ~*~*~*~ Shigeki: *cautiously takes out earplugs* Has it stopped?
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