Substance
Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2003 11:12 am
Disclaim: Me. No. Own. Me. Borrow.
Special Note: Um, I rewrote this and edit it
this morning. Not many changes. Just typos.
And I changed the name. It was called
"Five Am and a Cup of Coffee" I don't know what I was thinking.
Enjoy.
Substance
*****
Coffee.
Coffee?
Mm. Coffee.
Sex may satisfy, food adds fuel, smiles may sustain but without coffee the world was damned. More so at five thirty in the morning.
He rolled out of bed, grumbled all the way to the shower, let the heated drops beat across his toned chest, pulled on his jeans and couldn't go another step without his true love.
"Coffee," he mumbled-almost growled, directly against Relena's ear as she snuggled closer into the pillow. "Please, tell me where it is."
"Mm?" She shifted, turned lazily, slowly, and hooked an arm around his neck pulling him down to fit against her curve. "Too early Heero."
"Never too early or late for coffee. Relena, I'm begging. Just tell me where you keep it."
She opened her eyes slowly and swallowed her moan. The light was still dim enough to keep her floating on memories from the night before. Hot images flashed before eyes, enough to wake her body to a level of sexual desire and awareness. She caught scent of spicy soap from his shower. She could feel his wet hair soak into the pillow and spread to her warm cheek. The pulsing breath on her neck made her chest tighten, "Ah, your driving me insane. Come back to bed."
Sex with a beautiful women. Coffee. It was one of life's most difficult choices. The man who could have both was king. But first things first. He slid his hands under her soft, warm skin and hualed her light frame up into his arms and against his chest. "You can show me where it is."
Relena blinked. And blinked again until she felt the cold air bite. "Heero? I'm naked here!"
"Are you?" He glanced down at the bundle in his arms and let his eyes roam with a lifted brow. "Imagine that. Coffee, Relena, and the world is yours."
She gestured towards the cuboards and squealed when he uncermemoniously set her warm and naked rear on the icy counter. "Bastard."
"I don't see it."
"Men don't see anything right under their noses." She shifted, muttered some cures while pushing aside some cans. "There, happy? And now I suppose you'll be wanting me to make this magical substance for you?"
It was such a lovely thought. Hopeful, he placed his palms on either side of her and let his lips barely touch the surface of her own, taunting her with slow lazy breaths. "Would ya?"
If he hadn't been so bloody handsome, with his hair damp and rampled, face darkened without shaving, eyes slanted to a dangerous degree, not to mention the rise of his tight chest up against her own, why...she'd have beaned him with a pan.
He was so greatful he had to touch her, just touch. So he slipped his arms around her tiny frame, pressing his lips to the side of her neck while pulling her back against him. The gester was so simple, so warm, so full of sweet intamacy that frantic sex could never acheive. She squeezed her eyes shut and willed her voice to be light against the sensations his thumbs were creating by slowly rubbing in small circles across her lower stomache.
"My aren't we touchy this morning?"
Heero pulled back and decided on toast considering that was all she really had. "Not generally. Only because I just decided we're getting married."
Relena's jaw dropped.
"So I decided I might as well be somewhat nice to you. Anyways," Heero buttered his toast and took a bite, "I need to go get my shirt on and leave to the Preventers. You will have my coffee done?"
He didn't wait for her to pick up her jaw off the floor but instead left the kitchen with his toast in mouth. Relena blinked a couple of times and then did the only thing that seemed rational.
Reached for the chile pepper and decided to add a kick into his coffee.
"Bastard." She sighed and then, slowly, with ease, smiled at the thought. Mrs. Yuy. The beep of the coffee maker snapped her from her thoughts and she glanced at her watch.
"Yuy! You woke me up at five thirty am to tell me that we're getting married? My god, you're asking for it!"
His voice came back, quick and smooth. "The coffee Relena, it was all about the coffee."
*****
What can I say, I had to write a tribute to my favorite substance in the world. Whoever thought salvation would come in a cup?
lovies, shev
Special Note: Um, I rewrote this and edit it
this morning. Not many changes. Just typos.
And I changed the name. It was called
"Five Am and a Cup of Coffee" I don't know what I was thinking.
Enjoy.
Substance
*****
Coffee.
Coffee?
Mm. Coffee.
Sex may satisfy, food adds fuel, smiles may sustain but without coffee the world was damned. More so at five thirty in the morning.
He rolled out of bed, grumbled all the way to the shower, let the heated drops beat across his toned chest, pulled on his jeans and couldn't go another step without his true love.
"Coffee," he mumbled-almost growled, directly against Relena's ear as she snuggled closer into the pillow. "Please, tell me where it is."
"Mm?" She shifted, turned lazily, slowly, and hooked an arm around his neck pulling him down to fit against her curve. "Too early Heero."
"Never too early or late for coffee. Relena, I'm begging. Just tell me where you keep it."
She opened her eyes slowly and swallowed her moan. The light was still dim enough to keep her floating on memories from the night before. Hot images flashed before eyes, enough to wake her body to a level of sexual desire and awareness. She caught scent of spicy soap from his shower. She could feel his wet hair soak into the pillow and spread to her warm cheek. The pulsing breath on her neck made her chest tighten, "Ah, your driving me insane. Come back to bed."
Sex with a beautiful women. Coffee. It was one of life's most difficult choices. The man who could have both was king. But first things first. He slid his hands under her soft, warm skin and hualed her light frame up into his arms and against his chest. "You can show me where it is."
Relena blinked. And blinked again until she felt the cold air bite. "Heero? I'm naked here!"
"Are you?" He glanced down at the bundle in his arms and let his eyes roam with a lifted brow. "Imagine that. Coffee, Relena, and the world is yours."
She gestured towards the cuboards and squealed when he uncermemoniously set her warm and naked rear on the icy counter. "Bastard."
"I don't see it."
"Men don't see anything right under their noses." She shifted, muttered some cures while pushing aside some cans. "There, happy? And now I suppose you'll be wanting me to make this magical substance for you?"
It was such a lovely thought. Hopeful, he placed his palms on either side of her and let his lips barely touch the surface of her own, taunting her with slow lazy breaths. "Would ya?"
If he hadn't been so bloody handsome, with his hair damp and rampled, face darkened without shaving, eyes slanted to a dangerous degree, not to mention the rise of his tight chest up against her own, why...she'd have beaned him with a pan.
He was so greatful he had to touch her, just touch. So he slipped his arms around her tiny frame, pressing his lips to the side of her neck while pulling her back against him. The gester was so simple, so warm, so full of sweet intamacy that frantic sex could never acheive. She squeezed her eyes shut and willed her voice to be light against the sensations his thumbs were creating by slowly rubbing in small circles across her lower stomache.
"My aren't we touchy this morning?"
Heero pulled back and decided on toast considering that was all she really had. "Not generally. Only because I just decided we're getting married."
Relena's jaw dropped.
"So I decided I might as well be somewhat nice to you. Anyways," Heero buttered his toast and took a bite, "I need to go get my shirt on and leave to the Preventers. You will have my coffee done?"
He didn't wait for her to pick up her jaw off the floor but instead left the kitchen with his toast in mouth. Relena blinked a couple of times and then did the only thing that seemed rational.
Reached for the chile pepper and decided to add a kick into his coffee.
"Bastard." She sighed and then, slowly, with ease, smiled at the thought. Mrs. Yuy. The beep of the coffee maker snapped her from her thoughts and she glanced at her watch.
"Yuy! You woke me up at five thirty am to tell me that we're getting married? My god, you're asking for it!"
His voice came back, quick and smooth. "The coffee Relena, it was all about the coffee."
*****
What can I say, I had to write a tribute to my favorite substance in the world. Whoever thought salvation would come in a cup?
lovies, shev
