Just Once... NC-17... HYxHS
Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2003 11:26 am
I have no idea what brought this fic together... Maybe the need to try something different for a change. Anyway, here's a Heero and Hilde lemon I wrote a few months back... And with this lemon, I learned that Relena can be with other men, but pairing Heero with another girl is NOT a thing to be done.
So here's to bucking the system...
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.
Just Once
By Loyce
The smell of sweat, alcohol and sex filled the air.
Hilde breathed in deeply, letting the intoxicating smell rush through her and set off a multitude of sensations across her body. Nothing could be heard over the deafening sound of the music; making it harder to order her fifth shot of tequila. She smiled sweetly and cocked her finger in the direction of the bartender. Like a doomed sailor following a siren's song, he strode over and leaned across the scarred bar top.
"Another one?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "You look like a lightweight to me. I think better I cut you off..."
Hilde reached across the bar, wrapped her hand in the bartender's shirt and pulled him closer to her face. Her tongue darted out from between her lips and slowly licked his mouth. "I've handled more than this in one night. Just give me my shot and shut up." Releasing the hold on his shirt, she placed her hand flat against his forehead and pushed him away.
With a deep sigh, the guy moved away from the counter and grabbed another shot glass down from the ledge. Amber liquor poured out of the bottle, slipping over the sides of the tiny glass. Hilde gave him a wink as he placed it down in front of her, right next to her shaker of salt and the cup of lemon slices.
The liquid called to her and before she picked up the salt, she ran her index finger along the rim of the shot glass. When had it come to this? Turning toward liquor to help her solve her problems. She used to think of herself as a gutsy girl; able to take a challenge head on, but this latest challenge was too much.
She'd tried everything to get him to notice her. Ever since she joined up with the Preventers, she thought it would be easier, being around him all the time with her helping him set up the computer security systems for various political functions. But he always kept her at arms length no matter how hard she tried to get close to him. Her hand clamped around the saltshaker as she licked the side of her other hand. After giving her hand a light coating of salt, Hilde picked up the lemon and the shot glass. This was the only way she would be willing to face him.
Lick it.
Shoot it.
Suck it.
A few patrons at the bar cheered her on as she downed the shot like a professional. She wiped the extra tequila off of her mouth with the back of her hand and slammed the glass down on the counter. Digging into the pocket of her jeans, Hilde tossed some credits at the bartender to pay for her drink and assured him that she wasn't driving home. She stumbled through the mass of bodies as she made her way out of the bar. A blast of fresh air hit her in the face as she pushed the heavy wooden door open; followed by the rain. That was the one thing about Earth that she loved so much; it's unpredictability.
Looking up at the sky, she let the raindrops splash against her face. She could do this. His house was only a few blocks from the bar; isn't that why she picked this bar in the first place, because of its location? A determined look worked its way across her face, and stuffing her hands in her jeans pockets, Hilde set out.
The sound of her boots echoed in her ears as she ran down the streets, through the puddles. Within a few minutes, her dark hair was plastered against her face. The ruby red tank top she wore had conformed to her body and the black jeans had become like a second skin. She laughed at herself, trying to imagine what he would say when he saw her standing at his door; completely drenched. Rounding the corner, she caught sight of his house and stopped. Butterflies had taken up flight in her stomach and her head swam with the effects of the tequila. Hilde swallowed hard and forced herself to take the first step that would lead her to his door. Once she got past the first step, her body seemed to take over and she continued walking. However, her mind, no matter how intoxicated she was, began to see the error in her logic.
Heavy feet made their way onto the porch and Hilde found herself facing the door. Fisting her hand, she brought it up high and started to bring it down against the metal door. But at the last second, she stopped herself. Both of her hands fisted as she looked up at the porch ceiling and sighed with disgust. Turning around, she leaned her back against the door and hung her head.
What had she been thinking? Alcohol wasn't going to help anything; it was just going to make her look pathetic in his eyes. She cringed at the thought of see his eyes look down at her with disdain. The tequila shots she had taken weren't going to make him accept the fact that she wanted him. Plain and simple, no strings attached, no sappy declarations of love; just sex. There was no denying the fact he was sexy as hell, and that she would often fantasize about him. He seemed like the kinky, dominating type; commanding woman to do his will. But she couldn't help but think that he could also be a gentle lover; the kind that could make you feel more precious then gold.
Just once she wanted to know what it would feel like to be his.
Suddenly, the door was pulled open and Hilde felt herself falling backwards. She didn't have time to even scream before two strong arms wrapped around her body. His warmth washed over her, and she couldn't help herself from breathing in the familiar scent of his body. A small moan caught in the back of her throat. Tilting her head back against him, she looked up into his Prussian blue eyes and smiled.
"Hilde, what are you doing here?"
Heero helped her back up and turned her around so she could face him. Hilde's eyes raked over him. His bangs were lying against his face, barely hiding his eyes from her. A thin sheen of sweat covered his naked chest; his muscles taunt under his warm skin. Dark gray sweat shorts hung on his narrow hips; powerful, sleek legs planted firmly into the ground. She had to suppress the urge to lean forward and lick the drop of salty sweat that slid down his neck and across his chest.
"Hilde?"
She shivered at the sound of his voice; low and masculine. Heero pulled her into the house and closed the door. He looked at her with confused eyes as she continued to stare back at him without answering his question. A few trails of rainwater moved down her face as she brushed her hair out of her line of sight. The air conditioning kicked on, spreading cool air around the house. Her nipples pebbled as her body temperature dropped with the combination of the cold air and her wet clothing.
Heero's eyes slipped from her face as he watched her cross her arms against her chest. A blush crawled up her neck and into her cheeks. He turned away from her and started to move down the hall. "Let me get you a towel."
While he was gone, she smacked herself in the forehead. What in the hell was she doing? Did he really expect her to answer his question with an honest answer? She could just see herself saying, 'Hi Heero. I'm here because I decided to get drunk in the attempt to come here tonight and seduce you into having sex with me.' This had been so much easier with Duo; of course he had wanted it just as badly as she had. All their outlandish flirting got them so hot and bothered, they hadn't even waited until after office hours. Hilde closed her eyes and allowed herself to remember the feel of Duo's body as he pushed her up against the wall and proceeded to take her in the middle of the day, with the office door locked and the blinds pulled shut. She had spilt her lip open while biting down on it, to help hold back all the moans and groans that he worked out of her. Without thinking, her tongue rubbed against her healing bottom lip.
Lost in the memory, Hilde didn't realize that Heero had walked back into the room until a fluffy blue towel was thrust into her face. Startled, she fell back against the door, her head connecting with the solid object.
"Scheise!" She rubbed the back of her head and winced when her cold fingers encountered a small bump already forming. Taking the towel from his outstretched hand, Hilde rubbed it over her body, wiping away the excess water and then wrapped it around her shoulders. A shiver crawled up her body and her teeth began to chatter, looking down at her hands, she noticed that her fingernails were tinted blue.
Heero grabbed hold of her hands and pulled them away from the edge of the towel. "Come on," was all he said as he led her down the hallway and into the bedroom. He let go over her hand when he crossed the threshold and moved over to his dresser. As he yanked the drawers open and began rummaging through his clothing, Hilde's eyes drifted over to his bed.
The sheets weren't nice and neat, like she expected them to be. Instead, a twisted mess of linens lay in the middle of the mattress. Her mind began to create some wild scenarios with the iron post headboard. In the far corner of the room, a weight bench had been set up and Hilde wondered if he had been working out before she interrupted him. Her eyes moved over to Heero as he crouched down and pulled a pair of sweat pants out of the bottom drawer. The muscles played across his back and the shorts hung off to the side, giving her a clear shot of one of his lean hips. Imagines of him working out in the nude, his body covered in sweat, muscles flexing; caused Hilde to bite down on her sore lip to stop from groaning.
He straightened and tossed some dry clothes in her direction. She had to lean forward to catch them before they hit the floor. Her brow creased with confusion as she looked at him with wide eyes. Heero sighed. "You need to get out of those clothes before you end up sick. Take a hot shower and I'll make you some hot tea." He brushed by her as he padded out of the bedroom and off in the direction of the kitchen.
She had had many dreams about Heero telling her to get out of her clothes, but none of them ended up with her in a hot shower and him in the kitchen. Most of them ended up with some of the best fantasies she ever had; the ones that would that left your body aching when you woke up in the morning. Blowing out a deep breath, Hilde turned around and marched into the bathroom across the hall from his bedroom. She stopped and listened to the sounds of him moving about in the kitchen before she closed the bathroom door.
Unbuttoning her jeans, she pulled the hem of her tank top over her head, the soaked clothing pulling away from her petite breasts. She had to tug to get the wet denim to slide over her hips and down her thighs. The jeans needed to dry as quickly as possible, so Hilde moved the towels off the rack and hung her pants up, hoping that they would dry out, even a little bit. Slipping her thumbs into the waistband of her white cotton panties, she yanked them off and tossed them to the tile floor. A loud splat resounded in the tiny room.
The bathroom was soon filled with a wall of thick steam as Hilde crawled into the water and let it beat down on her. Closing her eyes, she ducked under the hard spray and let the water warm her body, all the time her mind kept drifting back to the image of Heero clad in his sweat short, with his bare chest exposed. Her fingers itched to trace the contours of his muscled abs. Reaching down, she turned the knob for the hot water to the right, and was thankful when cooler water started to stream down her body. A knock on the bathroom door made her jump.
"Your tea is ready."
Hilde shut off the water and listened to the sound of his soft footfalls as they moved away from the door. The dark curtain was pushed to the side and she climbed out of the tub. Using the dark towel, she dried her body and reached for the clothes that Heero had given her. The pale blue sweater seemed awfully big, but shrugging she pulled it over her head. It hung down to mid thigh on her and the sleeves were a little long. The sweater was warm and more importantly, it smelled like him. Just a faint lingering scent, but it made her want him even more than she did before.
The affects of the alcohol had worn off the minute she fell through the door and into his arms. She leaned over and picked up her still wet underwear and smiled. It was now or never. Hilde doubted she would ever get this close to him again, and she planned to us it to her advantage. Hanging the tiny white material on the faucet in the sink, she didn't even bother to pull on the sweat pants as she pulled the bathroom door open and made her way down the hall.
The kitchen was only lit from the light over the stove, casting shadows all over the place. Outside, the steady fall of rain could still be heard. Heero was sitting at the head of the table, quietly sipping on his cup of tea. The spicy scent of orange flowed through the air. It was the same scent she associated with Heero; sweet and tangy at the same time. She leaned up against the door jam for the longest time, watching the graceful way he drank. It was such a contrast from how people normally viewed Heero Yuy; the perfect solider. Hilde finally noticed that he was staring at her and put her plan into action.
"Thanks for the shower, Heero."
His blue eyes focused on her briefly before looking away. "What are you doing on this side of town?"
Hilde drummed her fingers along the doorframe. "I was out at Bullwinkle's having some drinks, when I decided to stop by and say hello."
"At 2:00 o'clock in the morning?"
"I guess I lost track of time. Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your workout." She sent him an innocent look, hoping that he would buy into her fake story. "Besides, there isn't a law that says we can't see each other outside of work."
"Hn."
Hilde rocked back on her heels and toyed with the ends of the long sleeves of the sweater. What she really felt like doing was banging her head up against the wall. Absently, she pushed away from the doorway and moved about the kitchen, taking in how neat and orderly it was compared to the kitchen of her own apartment.
"What do you want, Hilde?" He motioned for her to sit in the chair next to him, but instead, Hilde pushed the extra up out of the way and sat down on the corner of the table closet to him.
She placed her hands on the table and swung her legs back and forth. The sweater she was wearing slowly inched up her thigh, revealing more pale skin. Moving her hands from the table ran them up and down her legs, drawing attention to her body. Heero stopped in mid drink and Hilde knew he had noticed she wasn't wearing any underwear.
"I think you know what I want." Her voice sounded liked foreign in her own ears. "I've tried every imaginable means to get your attention, with no luck whatsoever. This time, I'm trying the blunt approach." Taking a deep breath, she blurted out what she wanted. "I want you, Heero."
He looked up at her from under his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes. From behind his messy bangs, she couldn't make out what he was thinking. Not that she was ever able to do it before; but she was hoping for some type of reaction from him, besides silence. All the confidence she had had walking out of the bathroom faltered. Pushing off the table,Hilde kept her face away from his piercing stare and began to move away from him.
A small gasp escaped her when Heero's strong hand encircled her wrist, halting her. Swallowing hard, she turned around, keeping her face averted from him. He had risen from his chair, his cup of hot tea completely forgotten. She felt his hand slowly take hold of her chin and tilt her face up to his. The pupils of his deep blue eyes were dilated and Hilde felt herself being drawn in. Something in his eyes told her that there was no turning back. As if to assert herself, she took a step closer to him, feeling the heat of his body wash over her. Never taking her eyes off of his, she tentatively reached out and placed her hand on his cheek. She could see the question behind his eyes and placed a finger against his lips before he could ask them. Dropping her hand away, she answered him.
"Just this once; that's all I want."
Heero's thumb found her nipple, pebbled with excitement. He rolled it between his fingers and it hardened more with anticipation. Hilde closed her eyes and released the breath she wasn't even aware she had been holding. She brought her parted lips against his. Using her tongue, she licked his own lips and when he groaned, she invaded his mouth with her tongue. Heero's hands worked their way down from her neck, gliding across the sweater she was wearing, burning her skin even beneath the material. Her own hands slid up his arms and into his thick dark hair, holding his lips against her own.
Heero grabbed hold of the hem of the sweater and pulled it up to her waist. His warm hands moved over her subtle hips, around to the small of her back and began to knead the soft flesh of her butt. His hands moved over them and grabbed her, squeezing her and pulling her up against his hard body. Hilde groaned as she felt his hard erection push against her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she slung one leg over his hip. Under her lips, Heero smiled and waited for her to put her other leg over his other hip. When she did so, she wrapped her legs completely around his waist, her hot center sitting right up against him. He tucked her arms under her, helping to support her as he carried her down the hall.
Kicking the door open the rest of the way with his foot, Heero carried her toward the bed. The mattress gave way as he sat down on the edge, with Hilde still wrapped around his waist. They broke the kiss long enough for him to pull the sweater over her head and toss it into the corner of his room. His hands roamed all over her body, starting fires everywhere they touched. She wanted to feel his lips and tongue glide across the same places. As if he read her mind, his lips pulled away from her mouth and moved over the hollow of her collarbone and across the swells of her breast. He cupped them in his hands, his tongue circling the sensitive nipple just as his fingers had caressed them earlier. Hilde leaned her head back and arched her lower body, making it easier for him to lavish attention to her breast.
His hips were bucking slightly under her body, pushing his erection hard against her. Juices flooded her body in a hot stream of sensations as his mouth closed around her breast and his hips continued to thrust against her. It wasn't enough; not nearly enough. He gave a sound of protest as she climbed off his lap, but took a deep breath when her fingers wrapped around the waistband of his shorts and began to tug at them. Heero lifted his hips off the bed and allowed her to pull the confining clothing off of his body. She sunk to her knees as she pulled the shorts down his legs and completely off.
Reaching out, she wrapped her hand around him. Heero tossed his head back and hissed when Hilde began stroking her hand up and down his length. She watched as his eyes drifted closed as she picked up her pace and his mouth parted open. Breathless moans escaped him and his hips began to jerk in rhythm with her pumping. Not wanting things to end before they started, Hilde slowed down and leaned forward, brushing her lip against his moist tip. Heero jerked forward, placed his hands against the back of her head, and gently pushed her forward as she opened her mouth.
He gasped as her lips tightened around him. His hands fisted deeper into her short cap of hair as he held her in place while she continued to lick him in some manner of sweet torment. Slowly, she began to move her head back and forth, scrapping her teeth along his entire length, and swirling her tongue around his swollen tip. Listening to Heero moan as she toyed with him gave her a rush of satisfaction. She only continued the sweet torment for a few more minutes before Heero took hold of her head between his hands and forced her to stop. Hilde smiled and pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
As he caught his breath and willed his body to calm down, Hilde crawled up on the bed beside him. She let her hands trail over his body, memorizing every muscle and contour. Leaning close to him, she gently blew against the tiny hairs along the back of his neck. Heero wheeled on her with a growl, grabbed both of her wrists and pinned her underneath of him. A dangerous glint in his eyes appeared and Hilde couldn't help the heat that spread through her lower body. She watched as he ducked his head and felt as he began to trail kisses from her breast, across her stomach and down to the inside of her thighs. Again, she found herself holding her breath until he placed his mouth over her and took his first taste. Her hips bucked off the bed to meet him as he pulled his tongue away, teasing her. Then his mouth came crashing down on her again, licking her as she had done to him only moments before. Her hands worked their way from gripping the sheets, to gripping the bars of the iron headboard, as if trying to hold onto her sanity.
She felt him trace her wet opening with the rough pad of one of his fingers. Biting her bottom lip, she waited for him to touch her and she cried out when he just continued to toy with her. Finally she arched her hips, causing his finger to slip inside of her. Heero curled his finger deep inside of her and Hilde felt as if her world was falling apart around her. Her fingernails dug into the palms of her hands, still wrapped around the headboard as he lowered his mouth and flicked his tongue across the very core of her. Just as she was ready to come, Heero withdrew his mouth and finger, leaving her whimpering on the bed.
He crawled up her body and wrapped his hands around hers on the bars. Hilde smiled at him as she felt his knees pushing her legs farther apart, allowing him to settle against the apex of her thighs. Lowering his face to hers, his tongue darted out and licked across her lips. Her whole body shook at the feather light touch. Heero began to move his hips, rubbing his erection directly against her, causing the heat in her body to set every nerve on fire. When the torture had gone on long enough, Hilde wrapped her legs around him and at the right moment pushed him into her.
His lips came down on hers as he buried himself up to the hilt. Her cries were muffled against his lips. She barely felt his hands unwrap from around hers and skim down her body, grasping onto her hips. Arching her back, Hilde met him thrust for thrust as he held onto her body, pulling it closer to his own. Above her, Heero groaned as he pulled his lips away from hers, desperate to catch his breath between pants. She tried to draw him deeper inside with each timely thrust of his hips. Hilde finally let go of the iron bars above her head and wrapped her arms around his chest. Burying her face in the crook of his neck, she placed long hot kisses in the sensitive spot, gaining more sounds escaping his parted lips. Both of their bodies strained together for the final release.
Hilde was surprised that she found it first. Quaking tremors passed through her body, as he continued to drive deeper and faster, seeking his own release. Heero had thrown his head back and surged into her one more time, filling the room with the sounds of his release. And with his, she found her climax for the second time, shattering her world into a thousand fragmented pieces.
When it was finally over, they lay together, nerves and muscles a trembling mess of exhaustion and exhilaration. Sweat glistened on their skin as they moved against each other and only the sound of their heavy breathing could be heard for a while. Hilde felt him open his mouth, as if to say something and once again she placed her index finger against his lips; a silent request not to ask anything.
Heero shifted her into his arms, wrapping them around her as she laid her head against his chest. Hilde was surprised when he placed a kiss on the top of her head. That simple gesture kept her awake all night, after he had fallen asleep.
Sunlight was streaming in through the bedroom window when Hilde pulled herself from his embrace. She walked back into the bathroom and collected her still damp clothing. Moving back into the bedroom, she began to pull on her clothes, keeping a watchful eye on him as he slept. She held her breath when she watched him shift in his sleep, moving closer to the spot that she had just vacated on the bed. When he settled back down, she released the breath and continued to dress. After buttoning her jeans, she moved over to the bed. Sinking to her knees, she leaned the side of her face against the cool sheets and watched the silent rise and fall of his chest. Hilde reached out and brushed a few stray pieces of his hair out of his face and sighed. Placing a chaste kiss against her fingertips, she laid them gently against his lips. Straightening, she picked up her boots and moved to the bedroom door, pulling it closed behind her as she left. Hilde made her way out to the porch and sat down on the steps, pulling on her boots. Taking a deep breath, she pushed off the front stoop and began walking down the road to her apartment. Stuffing her hands in her pockets, she kicked at a small rock on the sidewalk.
She had been wrong: Once would never be enough.
So here's to bucking the system...
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.
Just Once
By Loyce
The smell of sweat, alcohol and sex filled the air.
Hilde breathed in deeply, letting the intoxicating smell rush through her and set off a multitude of sensations across her body. Nothing could be heard over the deafening sound of the music; making it harder to order her fifth shot of tequila. She smiled sweetly and cocked her finger in the direction of the bartender. Like a doomed sailor following a siren's song, he strode over and leaned across the scarred bar top.
"Another one?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "You look like a lightweight to me. I think better I cut you off..."
Hilde reached across the bar, wrapped her hand in the bartender's shirt and pulled him closer to her face. Her tongue darted out from between her lips and slowly licked his mouth. "I've handled more than this in one night. Just give me my shot and shut up." Releasing the hold on his shirt, she placed her hand flat against his forehead and pushed him away.
With a deep sigh, the guy moved away from the counter and grabbed another shot glass down from the ledge. Amber liquor poured out of the bottle, slipping over the sides of the tiny glass. Hilde gave him a wink as he placed it down in front of her, right next to her shaker of salt and the cup of lemon slices.
The liquid called to her and before she picked up the salt, she ran her index finger along the rim of the shot glass. When had it come to this? Turning toward liquor to help her solve her problems. She used to think of herself as a gutsy girl; able to take a challenge head on, but this latest challenge was too much.
She'd tried everything to get him to notice her. Ever since she joined up with the Preventers, she thought it would be easier, being around him all the time with her helping him set up the computer security systems for various political functions. But he always kept her at arms length no matter how hard she tried to get close to him. Her hand clamped around the saltshaker as she licked the side of her other hand. After giving her hand a light coating of salt, Hilde picked up the lemon and the shot glass. This was the only way she would be willing to face him.
Lick it.
Shoot it.
Suck it.
A few patrons at the bar cheered her on as she downed the shot like a professional. She wiped the extra tequila off of her mouth with the back of her hand and slammed the glass down on the counter. Digging into the pocket of her jeans, Hilde tossed some credits at the bartender to pay for her drink and assured him that she wasn't driving home. She stumbled through the mass of bodies as she made her way out of the bar. A blast of fresh air hit her in the face as she pushed the heavy wooden door open; followed by the rain. That was the one thing about Earth that she loved so much; it's unpredictability.
Looking up at the sky, she let the raindrops splash against her face. She could do this. His house was only a few blocks from the bar; isn't that why she picked this bar in the first place, because of its location? A determined look worked its way across her face, and stuffing her hands in her jeans pockets, Hilde set out.
The sound of her boots echoed in her ears as she ran down the streets, through the puddles. Within a few minutes, her dark hair was plastered against her face. The ruby red tank top she wore had conformed to her body and the black jeans had become like a second skin. She laughed at herself, trying to imagine what he would say when he saw her standing at his door; completely drenched. Rounding the corner, she caught sight of his house and stopped. Butterflies had taken up flight in her stomach and her head swam with the effects of the tequila. Hilde swallowed hard and forced herself to take the first step that would lead her to his door. Once she got past the first step, her body seemed to take over and she continued walking. However, her mind, no matter how intoxicated she was, began to see the error in her logic.
Heavy feet made their way onto the porch and Hilde found herself facing the door. Fisting her hand, she brought it up high and started to bring it down against the metal door. But at the last second, she stopped herself. Both of her hands fisted as she looked up at the porch ceiling and sighed with disgust. Turning around, she leaned her back against the door and hung her head.
What had she been thinking? Alcohol wasn't going to help anything; it was just going to make her look pathetic in his eyes. She cringed at the thought of see his eyes look down at her with disdain. The tequila shots she had taken weren't going to make him accept the fact that she wanted him. Plain and simple, no strings attached, no sappy declarations of love; just sex. There was no denying the fact he was sexy as hell, and that she would often fantasize about him. He seemed like the kinky, dominating type; commanding woman to do his will. But she couldn't help but think that he could also be a gentle lover; the kind that could make you feel more precious then gold.
Just once she wanted to know what it would feel like to be his.
Suddenly, the door was pulled open and Hilde felt herself falling backwards. She didn't have time to even scream before two strong arms wrapped around her body. His warmth washed over her, and she couldn't help herself from breathing in the familiar scent of his body. A small moan caught in the back of her throat. Tilting her head back against him, she looked up into his Prussian blue eyes and smiled.
"Hilde, what are you doing here?"
Heero helped her back up and turned her around so she could face him. Hilde's eyes raked over him. His bangs were lying against his face, barely hiding his eyes from her. A thin sheen of sweat covered his naked chest; his muscles taunt under his warm skin. Dark gray sweat shorts hung on his narrow hips; powerful, sleek legs planted firmly into the ground. She had to suppress the urge to lean forward and lick the drop of salty sweat that slid down his neck and across his chest.
"Hilde?"
She shivered at the sound of his voice; low and masculine. Heero pulled her into the house and closed the door. He looked at her with confused eyes as she continued to stare back at him without answering his question. A few trails of rainwater moved down her face as she brushed her hair out of her line of sight. The air conditioning kicked on, spreading cool air around the house. Her nipples pebbled as her body temperature dropped with the combination of the cold air and her wet clothing.
Heero's eyes slipped from her face as he watched her cross her arms against her chest. A blush crawled up her neck and into her cheeks. He turned away from her and started to move down the hall. "Let me get you a towel."
While he was gone, she smacked herself in the forehead. What in the hell was she doing? Did he really expect her to answer his question with an honest answer? She could just see herself saying, 'Hi Heero. I'm here because I decided to get drunk in the attempt to come here tonight and seduce you into having sex with me.' This had been so much easier with Duo; of course he had wanted it just as badly as she had. All their outlandish flirting got them so hot and bothered, they hadn't even waited until after office hours. Hilde closed her eyes and allowed herself to remember the feel of Duo's body as he pushed her up against the wall and proceeded to take her in the middle of the day, with the office door locked and the blinds pulled shut. She had spilt her lip open while biting down on it, to help hold back all the moans and groans that he worked out of her. Without thinking, her tongue rubbed against her healing bottom lip.
Lost in the memory, Hilde didn't realize that Heero had walked back into the room until a fluffy blue towel was thrust into her face. Startled, she fell back against the door, her head connecting with the solid object.
"Scheise!" She rubbed the back of her head and winced when her cold fingers encountered a small bump already forming. Taking the towel from his outstretched hand, Hilde rubbed it over her body, wiping away the excess water and then wrapped it around her shoulders. A shiver crawled up her body and her teeth began to chatter, looking down at her hands, she noticed that her fingernails were tinted blue.
Heero grabbed hold of her hands and pulled them away from the edge of the towel. "Come on," was all he said as he led her down the hallway and into the bedroom. He let go over her hand when he crossed the threshold and moved over to his dresser. As he yanked the drawers open and began rummaging through his clothing, Hilde's eyes drifted over to his bed.
The sheets weren't nice and neat, like she expected them to be. Instead, a twisted mess of linens lay in the middle of the mattress. Her mind began to create some wild scenarios with the iron post headboard. In the far corner of the room, a weight bench had been set up and Hilde wondered if he had been working out before she interrupted him. Her eyes moved over to Heero as he crouched down and pulled a pair of sweat pants out of the bottom drawer. The muscles played across his back and the shorts hung off to the side, giving her a clear shot of one of his lean hips. Imagines of him working out in the nude, his body covered in sweat, muscles flexing; caused Hilde to bite down on her sore lip to stop from groaning.
He straightened and tossed some dry clothes in her direction. She had to lean forward to catch them before they hit the floor. Her brow creased with confusion as she looked at him with wide eyes. Heero sighed. "You need to get out of those clothes before you end up sick. Take a hot shower and I'll make you some hot tea." He brushed by her as he padded out of the bedroom and off in the direction of the kitchen.
She had had many dreams about Heero telling her to get out of her clothes, but none of them ended up with her in a hot shower and him in the kitchen. Most of them ended up with some of the best fantasies she ever had; the ones that would that left your body aching when you woke up in the morning. Blowing out a deep breath, Hilde turned around and marched into the bathroom across the hall from his bedroom. She stopped and listened to the sounds of him moving about in the kitchen before she closed the bathroom door.
Unbuttoning her jeans, she pulled the hem of her tank top over her head, the soaked clothing pulling away from her petite breasts. She had to tug to get the wet denim to slide over her hips and down her thighs. The jeans needed to dry as quickly as possible, so Hilde moved the towels off the rack and hung her pants up, hoping that they would dry out, even a little bit. Slipping her thumbs into the waistband of her white cotton panties, she yanked them off and tossed them to the tile floor. A loud splat resounded in the tiny room.
The bathroom was soon filled with a wall of thick steam as Hilde crawled into the water and let it beat down on her. Closing her eyes, she ducked under the hard spray and let the water warm her body, all the time her mind kept drifting back to the image of Heero clad in his sweat short, with his bare chest exposed. Her fingers itched to trace the contours of his muscled abs. Reaching down, she turned the knob for the hot water to the right, and was thankful when cooler water started to stream down her body. A knock on the bathroom door made her jump.
"Your tea is ready."
Hilde shut off the water and listened to the sound of his soft footfalls as they moved away from the door. The dark curtain was pushed to the side and she climbed out of the tub. Using the dark towel, she dried her body and reached for the clothes that Heero had given her. The pale blue sweater seemed awfully big, but shrugging she pulled it over her head. It hung down to mid thigh on her and the sleeves were a little long. The sweater was warm and more importantly, it smelled like him. Just a faint lingering scent, but it made her want him even more than she did before.
The affects of the alcohol had worn off the minute she fell through the door and into his arms. She leaned over and picked up her still wet underwear and smiled. It was now or never. Hilde doubted she would ever get this close to him again, and she planned to us it to her advantage. Hanging the tiny white material on the faucet in the sink, she didn't even bother to pull on the sweat pants as she pulled the bathroom door open and made her way down the hall.
The kitchen was only lit from the light over the stove, casting shadows all over the place. Outside, the steady fall of rain could still be heard. Heero was sitting at the head of the table, quietly sipping on his cup of tea. The spicy scent of orange flowed through the air. It was the same scent she associated with Heero; sweet and tangy at the same time. She leaned up against the door jam for the longest time, watching the graceful way he drank. It was such a contrast from how people normally viewed Heero Yuy; the perfect solider. Hilde finally noticed that he was staring at her and put her plan into action.
"Thanks for the shower, Heero."
His blue eyes focused on her briefly before looking away. "What are you doing on this side of town?"
Hilde drummed her fingers along the doorframe. "I was out at Bullwinkle's having some drinks, when I decided to stop by and say hello."
"At 2:00 o'clock in the morning?"
"I guess I lost track of time. Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your workout." She sent him an innocent look, hoping that he would buy into her fake story. "Besides, there isn't a law that says we can't see each other outside of work."
"Hn."
Hilde rocked back on her heels and toyed with the ends of the long sleeves of the sweater. What she really felt like doing was banging her head up against the wall. Absently, she pushed away from the doorway and moved about the kitchen, taking in how neat and orderly it was compared to the kitchen of her own apartment.
"What do you want, Hilde?" He motioned for her to sit in the chair next to him, but instead, Hilde pushed the extra up out of the way and sat down on the corner of the table closet to him.
She placed her hands on the table and swung her legs back and forth. The sweater she was wearing slowly inched up her thigh, revealing more pale skin. Moving her hands from the table ran them up and down her legs, drawing attention to her body. Heero stopped in mid drink and Hilde knew he had noticed she wasn't wearing any underwear.
"I think you know what I want." Her voice sounded liked foreign in her own ears. "I've tried every imaginable means to get your attention, with no luck whatsoever. This time, I'm trying the blunt approach." Taking a deep breath, she blurted out what she wanted. "I want you, Heero."
He looked up at her from under his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes. From behind his messy bangs, she couldn't make out what he was thinking. Not that she was ever able to do it before; but she was hoping for some type of reaction from him, besides silence. All the confidence she had had walking out of the bathroom faltered. Pushing off the table,Hilde kept her face away from his piercing stare and began to move away from him.
A small gasp escaped her when Heero's strong hand encircled her wrist, halting her. Swallowing hard, she turned around, keeping her face averted from him. He had risen from his chair, his cup of hot tea completely forgotten. She felt his hand slowly take hold of her chin and tilt her face up to his. The pupils of his deep blue eyes were dilated and Hilde felt herself being drawn in. Something in his eyes told her that there was no turning back. As if to assert herself, she took a step closer to him, feeling the heat of his body wash over her. Never taking her eyes off of his, she tentatively reached out and placed her hand on his cheek. She could see the question behind his eyes and placed a finger against his lips before he could ask them. Dropping her hand away, she answered him.
"Just this once; that's all I want."
Heero's thumb found her nipple, pebbled with excitement. He rolled it between his fingers and it hardened more with anticipation. Hilde closed her eyes and released the breath she wasn't even aware she had been holding. She brought her parted lips against his. Using her tongue, she licked his own lips and when he groaned, she invaded his mouth with her tongue. Heero's hands worked their way down from her neck, gliding across the sweater she was wearing, burning her skin even beneath the material. Her own hands slid up his arms and into his thick dark hair, holding his lips against her own.
Heero grabbed hold of the hem of the sweater and pulled it up to her waist. His warm hands moved over her subtle hips, around to the small of her back and began to knead the soft flesh of her butt. His hands moved over them and grabbed her, squeezing her and pulling her up against his hard body. Hilde groaned as she felt his hard erection push against her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she slung one leg over his hip. Under her lips, Heero smiled and waited for her to put her other leg over his other hip. When she did so, she wrapped her legs completely around his waist, her hot center sitting right up against him. He tucked her arms under her, helping to support her as he carried her down the hall.
Kicking the door open the rest of the way with his foot, Heero carried her toward the bed. The mattress gave way as he sat down on the edge, with Hilde still wrapped around his waist. They broke the kiss long enough for him to pull the sweater over her head and toss it into the corner of his room. His hands roamed all over her body, starting fires everywhere they touched. She wanted to feel his lips and tongue glide across the same places. As if he read her mind, his lips pulled away from her mouth and moved over the hollow of her collarbone and across the swells of her breast. He cupped them in his hands, his tongue circling the sensitive nipple just as his fingers had caressed them earlier. Hilde leaned her head back and arched her lower body, making it easier for him to lavish attention to her breast.
His hips were bucking slightly under her body, pushing his erection hard against her. Juices flooded her body in a hot stream of sensations as his mouth closed around her breast and his hips continued to thrust against her. It wasn't enough; not nearly enough. He gave a sound of protest as she climbed off his lap, but took a deep breath when her fingers wrapped around the waistband of his shorts and began to tug at them. Heero lifted his hips off the bed and allowed her to pull the confining clothing off of his body. She sunk to her knees as she pulled the shorts down his legs and completely off.
Reaching out, she wrapped her hand around him. Heero tossed his head back and hissed when Hilde began stroking her hand up and down his length. She watched as his eyes drifted closed as she picked up her pace and his mouth parted open. Breathless moans escaped him and his hips began to jerk in rhythm with her pumping. Not wanting things to end before they started, Hilde slowed down and leaned forward, brushing her lip against his moist tip. Heero jerked forward, placed his hands against the back of her head, and gently pushed her forward as she opened her mouth.
He gasped as her lips tightened around him. His hands fisted deeper into her short cap of hair as he held her in place while she continued to lick him in some manner of sweet torment. Slowly, she began to move her head back and forth, scrapping her teeth along his entire length, and swirling her tongue around his swollen tip. Listening to Heero moan as she toyed with him gave her a rush of satisfaction. She only continued the sweet torment for a few more minutes before Heero took hold of her head between his hands and forced her to stop. Hilde smiled and pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
As he caught his breath and willed his body to calm down, Hilde crawled up on the bed beside him. She let her hands trail over his body, memorizing every muscle and contour. Leaning close to him, she gently blew against the tiny hairs along the back of his neck. Heero wheeled on her with a growl, grabbed both of her wrists and pinned her underneath of him. A dangerous glint in his eyes appeared and Hilde couldn't help the heat that spread through her lower body. She watched as he ducked his head and felt as he began to trail kisses from her breast, across her stomach and down to the inside of her thighs. Again, she found herself holding her breath until he placed his mouth over her and took his first taste. Her hips bucked off the bed to meet him as he pulled his tongue away, teasing her. Then his mouth came crashing down on her again, licking her as she had done to him only moments before. Her hands worked their way from gripping the sheets, to gripping the bars of the iron headboard, as if trying to hold onto her sanity.
She felt him trace her wet opening with the rough pad of one of his fingers. Biting her bottom lip, she waited for him to touch her and she cried out when he just continued to toy with her. Finally she arched her hips, causing his finger to slip inside of her. Heero curled his finger deep inside of her and Hilde felt as if her world was falling apart around her. Her fingernails dug into the palms of her hands, still wrapped around the headboard as he lowered his mouth and flicked his tongue across the very core of her. Just as she was ready to come, Heero withdrew his mouth and finger, leaving her whimpering on the bed.
He crawled up her body and wrapped his hands around hers on the bars. Hilde smiled at him as she felt his knees pushing her legs farther apart, allowing him to settle against the apex of her thighs. Lowering his face to hers, his tongue darted out and licked across her lips. Her whole body shook at the feather light touch. Heero began to move his hips, rubbing his erection directly against her, causing the heat in her body to set every nerve on fire. When the torture had gone on long enough, Hilde wrapped her legs around him and at the right moment pushed him into her.
His lips came down on hers as he buried himself up to the hilt. Her cries were muffled against his lips. She barely felt his hands unwrap from around hers and skim down her body, grasping onto her hips. Arching her back, Hilde met him thrust for thrust as he held onto her body, pulling it closer to his own. Above her, Heero groaned as he pulled his lips away from hers, desperate to catch his breath between pants. She tried to draw him deeper inside with each timely thrust of his hips. Hilde finally let go of the iron bars above her head and wrapped her arms around his chest. Burying her face in the crook of his neck, she placed long hot kisses in the sensitive spot, gaining more sounds escaping his parted lips. Both of their bodies strained together for the final release.
Hilde was surprised that she found it first. Quaking tremors passed through her body, as he continued to drive deeper and faster, seeking his own release. Heero had thrown his head back and surged into her one more time, filling the room with the sounds of his release. And with his, she found her climax for the second time, shattering her world into a thousand fragmented pieces.
When it was finally over, they lay together, nerves and muscles a trembling mess of exhaustion and exhilaration. Sweat glistened on their skin as they moved against each other and only the sound of their heavy breathing could be heard for a while. Hilde felt him open his mouth, as if to say something and once again she placed her index finger against his lips; a silent request not to ask anything.
Heero shifted her into his arms, wrapping them around her as she laid her head against his chest. Hilde was surprised when he placed a kiss on the top of her head. That simple gesture kept her awake all night, after he had fallen asleep.
Sunlight was streaming in through the bedroom window when Hilde pulled herself from his embrace. She walked back into the bathroom and collected her still damp clothing. Moving back into the bedroom, she began to pull on her clothes, keeping a watchful eye on him as he slept. She held her breath when she watched him shift in his sleep, moving closer to the spot that she had just vacated on the bed. When he settled back down, she released the breath and continued to dress. After buttoning her jeans, she moved over to the bed. Sinking to her knees, she leaned the side of her face against the cool sheets and watched the silent rise and fall of his chest. Hilde reached out and brushed a few stray pieces of his hair out of his face and sighed. Placing a chaste kiss against her fingertips, she laid them gently against his lips. Straightening, she picked up her boots and moved to the bedroom door, pulling it closed behind her as she left. Hilde made her way out to the porch and sat down on the steps, pulling on her boots. Taking a deep breath, she pushed off the front stoop and began walking down the road to her apartment. Stuffing her hands in her pockets, she kicked at a small rock on the sidewalk.
She had been wrong: Once would never be enough.
..... quite steamy. *fans herself* I really enjoyed it.
What I wouldn't give to be Hilde. Not only does she get to boink Duo but now she gets Heero also. I agree with Darkwing, this is an injustice!
