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"Again"Written By: t-shirt Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: R Warnings: Fluff, mention of lemon, sap Pairings: 1x2, (or possible any
paring) Summary: Random Ficlet "Again" There he goes again. I haven’t decided if he does it on purpose or if I just have some sort of ultra sensitivity to the little things he does. Either way I find it incredibly distracting when he chews on the eraser of his pencil like that. We’d been at it for over four hours going over the floor plans again and again, making sure we hadn’t missed anything, revising what we thought several times was a fool proof plan and to be honest my mind was probably looking for a distraction. Maybe he does do it on purpose, he must know by now how it affects me to see his lips curling around the pink tip of it, his tongue brushing along the soft meat of the eraser. Gods, I get the shivers just watching him. “Think we’d be better off taking level four on the way out?” he asked not bothering to remove the distraction from between his lips. “Why?” I replied not really caring about the answer as my thighs tightened while I watched him gently chew his pencil from the corner of my eye. “There could be a guard station in that alcove,” he reasoned pulling the eraser away from his mouth just enough that it hovered right before his shimmering lips. “Probably,” I replied knowing already our planning session was over as my body demanded action. I saw the smallest of curls in the corner of his mouth that told me I’d done something out of the ordinary before I realized how off color my response had been but I didn’t care anymore. Let him wallow in his smug confidence, he can take whatever it is he needs from me and I’ll gladly give it just as long as he welcomes me into the warm fold of his vibrant soul again. He has a way of making it impossible for me not to touch him and as I move closer and he relinquished the pencil in favor of my mouth I’m certain he’s done it on purpose. I knew from the heat of his skin and hunger in his fingertips he had consciously sent out the sirens call that always beckons me to him and I fell into him with willing abandon. Later I would wonder once again if he truly understands what it is he does to me, in the light of dawn I would feel the insecurity that makes me wonder what a sublime creature like him could possible want from a bullet head like me but there in the night with his arms wrapped so tightly around me I am certain…he wants me. owari :)
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