Prologue
Disclaimer: Three words: NO OWN ANYTHING!
Dedication: To my insparations: Tenshi for driving me insane, I'll let u go now (you can't make everything new anymore by saying 831); Andrew for acting on your erotic feelings in front of us all and causing my rage... though I can?t do anything about it NOW...; Mr. Penguin for listening, understanding, and putting up with me, you're truly treasured; to Starz/T.D.H. for flirting w/me that year and making me feel... something
, you'll alwayz be 'speshal' to me for that; and Mr. DOB for being an "unbelievable" flirt (u troublemaker) and a great listener--it's all about the trust, pal, no matter what they say (^_^). Thankz. Note: This is meant to be a teaser so...
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I'm a hair man. Definitely.
She sank a hand into the luscious locks and thrusted them backwards; My tongue bobbled in a pool of slimy, sticky saliva as it continually became hard to breathe--let alone swallow. I watched the golden tresses topple over one another in cascades, creating a messy yet sensual scene. Frustration left her cheeks rosy, and her cerulean gaze held a fire like no other as it studied the math problem vehemently. The tip of her pink creamy tongue slipped out and licked leisurely at her florid lips, sliding from side to side. I copied her movements unconsciously--my clammy lips smacking awkwardly.
Strawberries, I smirked. Did her mouth taste like strawberries? That delicious, sweet savor teased my taste buds and filled my mouth. Strawberries... Weren't they tangy? Didn't they drip that blessed, delectable rubicund syrup? Suddenly I had an ache for those heart-shaped wads of heaven-in-your-mouth; I blinked.
The scent of lavender filled my lungs, and I shook my head slightly in an attempt to keep that lightheaded feeling at bay. I knew precisely that this was not the time to daydream. But that fresh, amorous aroma was irresistible, and I could feel my self-control slowly dying...
No! my mind blared. I shut my eyes angrily, scrunching my face in an effort to turn off all my senses. The enchanting odor enveloped me, none the less, and my mind fought a futile battle against dynamic emotions conducting mutiny. Pleasurable ripples of warmth that centered from somewhere unknown threatened to drown me, and my body shuddered unsteadily under the weight. I felt my nails dive deep into my palm and noticed it's dankness. Some say a wise man knows when to admit defeat; unfortunately I'm not one of them.
"Heero?" a voice murmured questioningly through the chaos. I recognized her voice immediately, and oh how I loved the way she said it--rolling the R with her tongue, just the way I liked it. Could she moan my name for me? I've never heard her moan before, a tone low, long and erotic; I swallowed thickly as my stomach did 360s.
"Heero, are you okay?" she said again. Suddenly I realized it really was her; I coughed uncomfortably as my eyes snapped open. They were met by frowning, concerned orbs of the clearest blue, and I blinked again. Trying my best to smother the surprised look I assumed was on my features, my mouth contorted into an inept glare. She continued to peer up at me as if in defiance though I could vaguely feel the underlining regard. Snap out of it stupid! I chided earnestly.
"Hn," I responded simply with a nod of my head. Her brow creased even further in disbelief.
"Are you sure?" she inquired, her warm breath caressing my face. The staggering need to hold her in my arms and feel her everywhere was exhausting me literally.
Schooling my features as best as I could, I nodded my head, trying to appear as serious as possible, and she recoiled though seemingly still in doubt. "Did you get the answer yet?" I mentally winced at the coldness of my tone, but she seemed not to take notice. She must be used to it, I noted sourly.
But then again... maybe it would be good to drive her away. She isn't even 'free' to begin with, I reminded myself, and besides, I'd finally be able to concentrate on my studies and finish reviewing my calculus. I sighed reminiscing last night.
I was in the process of finishing that same review when the telephone rang. Further plans of studying were ruined when her voice filled my ears saying, "Heero, are you busy?" I winced once more as I remembered my response, "No, not really." Stupid, my mouth curled up into a snarl which disappeared instantly as she turned to regard me again.
"I just don't get this," she remarked, frowning. I preened over to compare her answer with the question. One of the millions of things I didn't get about her was that she didn't understand math. Here I was, ahead of the class mind you, finishing calculus when she couldn't get algebra, though some part of me praised the Lord for her difficulty since I wouldn't have met her otherwise. Is it possible to meet that someone through tutoring? No, my mind ?humphed?.
"You forgot to collect the like terms," I commented solemnly.
"What?"
"Negative X and six X go together, and so does negative seven X squared Y cubed and eight X squared Y cubed," I replied fluently, pointing to the numbers/variables in question.
"But they're negative."
"That doesn't matter. Just as long as they have the same exponents, you can combine them."
Her eyes widened in realization, "Oh!"
"Hey, Relena!" a deadly slick voice spoke cooly from behind us.
Oh fuck! My muscles tensed.
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