Arabic Radio
Chapter Three
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I looked him squarely in the eye. His intensity was a bit, shall we say, nerve racking? We sat, like the idiots we were, with a single playing card on our forehead for the other to see. ?Come on Heero, bet.?
His eyes floated down from my card to my gaze and smirked. ?I bet five dollars.?
I looked down at my pile of pennies and nickels. ?Can I borrow some of your money??
He didn?t respond.
It was a risk. Heero had a ten plastered on his forehead. The point was to get the highest card. The fact that you could only see the other person?s card and not your own always made it a risk. Indian poker, you gotta love it. ?Alright. I?ll see your five dollars and raise you two-?
?Hn.?
I paused. ?Huh? What?s that? You don?t think that?s smart??
?It?s not my loss.? He responded in a smooth monotonic dialogue.
He said it so factual. I let out a frustrated grunt before and folded. ?True. Fine.? I came face to face with my prince Jack. ?Why Heero,? I paused for good measure, ?I won five dollars.?
He shoved his hands in his pocket. ?I make dinner.?
?Yes you should.? I agreed, retrieving my winnings. Since last week things went back to routine, despite the fact I was now single and living with Heero. The morning after the slip up, Heero came into my room before the sun and apologized. It made me smile to think he felt he did something wrong. He explained clearly that the dinner was only meant to cheer me up. I told I had been drunk and was vulnerable because my break up.
I smiled, he shrugged, and things were back to normal. Almost.
You know that electricity that shoots right through your thighs when you experience?a moment? Everything about Heero Yuy became my moment.
The time he asked me to bring him an extra towel in the bathroom- I mean, have you seen Heero Yuy in a tight white towel with his hair-dripping wet? Or there was the time I went in his room to wake him up. He was curled up neatly with his pillow, no shirt on mind you, and a white sheet tangled at his feet. I had to steady my breathing and regain my balance before waking him.
During meetings and work the image of Heero Yuy pinning me down against some headboard were common. I never thought of Mike, my ex, like that. No. The more I thought about it the more I realized I never loved Mike. Never really cared towards him. Everything was general. Vague. I don?t miss Mike, more I miss the idea of Mike. Of having someone, anyone. In fact, Mike and I had no real physical touch except for an occasional ?sexual release? on holidays and days off.
And so, I was left a mess.
?What do you want?? Heero asked holding out two boxes. One was a frozen pizza and the other was frozen waffles.
I arched an eyebrow. ?This is your idea of cooking dinner??
?Cooking didn?t come with the training.?
?Ah.? I smiled and pointed towards the waffles. Heero hardly ever mentioned anything about the old days of the gundams. In fact, he never did. I never pushed the subject, his war was over while mine was a constant draw.
?I think it?s time you get out of the apartment.? Heero said while opening the box and situating the toaster.
?I do.? I responded while dealing out the cards for another round. ?I go to work.?
He sat, the food toasting, our game roasting. ? Socially. You knew what I meant.?
?Ah, but I wanted to see the crease of your forehead when you frown. Adorable.?
He couldn?t help but smirk. ?Opera??
?Loved to honey. But I don?t feel like shaving.?
He counted his money. ?Then wear a long dress.?
?No date.?
?I?ll take you.?
?No money.? I smiled widely as he glanced up with a deadly stare.
?Don?t push it.?
?My, don?t you have any other pathetic girls to take out? I?m not done being depressed.?
?I assumed that. So I poured you some red wine with your waffles.? I had to laugh. So he knew I needed to tone down the knots in my back. It was good to know he sensed my moods.
?Ready?? Heero asked, with a taste of determination.
?Round them up Pilot.?
He ignored my endearment. ?On three.?
?Three.?
And thus, we held the cards to our foreheads, and sat, like the idiots we were, and ignored the click of the toaster.
******
The Opera had been one giant sexual frustration. Loud music, hard vibrations, and a dressed to kill Heero Yuy.
I sat trying the hardest I could to be in tune with the girl on stage who was sobbing about the lost of her love, but he smelled just to darn good. Smiling, I leaned over and indulged. He kept his eyes straight and spoke quietly, ?What are you doing??
?Indulging.?
?In what??
I sighed softly. ?In you of course. No I was trying to reach my purse.? I lied. So instead I sat back, defeated, cursed the lack of my love life. Perhaps the girl on stage and I had something in common.
In my seat I closed my eyes and dreamt of Heero's hands reaching up my dress, tracing the hem of my thong, dipping slightly, brushing, caressing- applause. I snapped from my thoughts as another song began. Dang.
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?You need someone.? Heero said after a long thought. After the show we had gone out for coffee at a caf? in town. I leaned forward in my chair and stirred the coffee absently.
?No, I?m done with men.?
?I?m sure. That?s why you were smelling me.?
I felt a blush kissed my features. ?I was not smelling. Merely longing.?
?Well long after someone else.?
?Have you ever noticed how toned Wufie?s chest is??
?Like hell.? Heero took a long sip of his coffee. I smiled. Heero could be so much fun.
?No really Heero. It?s a lovely thought, but I think I?m done with men. My destiny is to be an old maid.?
?Shame.?
?What??
?A waste of women.? It was the first time Heero had ever said anything pointing towards my ?sexual being.? It only made the civil war inside grow. Was it just lust? I glanced the silent pilot over. Tight black jacket, tight white shirt, messed up hair, lack of shaving, spicy scent- lust was sure part of the equation.
But he was so much more. He was my best friend.
?Can we go home now?? I asked, feeling my helplessness drown my mood. He nodded before laying down some cash for the drinks. I could feel him watching me closely as we walked side by side down the cracked sidewalk.
?Are you mad at what I said??
I slipped my arm through his and leaned into his frame as we walked. ?Of course not. Flattered really. I was just thinking.?
?Hn.?
I stopped walking, halting his steps as well. ?Heero, this is the part where you act interested and say, about??
He pulled me back into step with him.
?Come on, indulged me.?
His accent came smooth and strong. ?About??
?My, aren?t we being personal??
He brushed a few strands behind my ear. ?You?ll find another man.? He said, sensing my true thoughts. With that he pushed me towards the steps of his apartment. I couldn?t help but notice how lonely my bed looked as I crawled inside, listening to Heero move about in his own room.
I could tell I wouldn?t get any sleep. I walked down the padded hallway into his room. Without knocking I opened the door and crawled right into bed next to him. I pulled his arm around my waist for good measure and promptly closed my eyes.
?You are crazy, you know that?? His sleepy voice vibrated against my skin. I smiled.
?Best friends comfort.? I pointed out.
?Like this?? He almost sounded serious.
I sighed. ?I?m lonely. Indulged me.?
He pulled me closer into his frame letting me feel his toned body against mine. It was about then when his comfort became more of a sexual drive.
And it was about then when I reached for him.
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I know it wasn't my best chapter, but hey,
I'm trying. And yes I know I made Relena
out to be a little....out of character,
but hey, I have the right to.
It's my story. :evil:
Anyhoo- make love, drink coffee, be happy.
lovies, shev
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