Three years ago, he may have wanted control of the situation, may have wanted to caress her body and make her aware of just how deep his feelings ran. As he lay there, watching her tremble slightly, he realized he didn't have to. Three years had passed. She knew this was coming, that it was the only aspect of their relationship they hadn't really discovered. And deprivation had made him feel almost animalistic towards her.
But he had spent the last three years proving to her that she was his, and now it seemed, that he did not mind the tables reversed. He watched her chest heave, her eyes gain focus, her lips being lightly massaged after their brutal experience with her tongue. He sat up. She was still nervous. His eyes found hers, reassuring and encouraging. She could do this. He needed her to be able to do this. It couldn't be one-sided.
She swallowed and stepped forward, her cool hands coming to his warm face.
He stared at her as she brought her face close to his. He didn't move, though his body cried out for it. He gripped the covers to keep his hands preoccupied. Her face was like it was on the day of the last battle of the Eve Wars when he fought Zechs: close and tangible, but with unspoken barriers between them.
Inches away, her face hovered. He wanted to coax her, she could see it, but he wasn't going to. Whenever she had to make the most important decisions, he never gave her advice, because he knew that she would believe in him and his words. He didn't need that power. He didn't need that control. He just needed her.
He watched her eyes as they came to a decision. Her eyebrows furrowed and her lips became thin and she took a deep breath?and dove right on top of him, her lips blossoming across his. He blinked several times, not exactly sure what had just happened. Then, he smiled against her lips, returning the fervor of passion she seemed so intent on expressing.
Just as they were adjusting to the change in latitude and becoming more comfortable, two loud knocks came on the door. He ignored it, completely focused on the sensations coursing through his body and the ones he wanted to create in hers. She, however, was not as focused.
"Miss Relena, dinner is ready." She pulled away from his mouth finally, eyes wide as though she was a kid caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar.
"She doesn't want any!" He growled out, rather loudly. Impressed he had handled the situation so quickly, he began to pull her face back down to his only to be completely entertained by her head turning a lovely shade of crimson. She was beyond surprised he had the audacity to yell, let alone claim what he actually had called out. About to protest, he covered her mouth.
"See that she does at some point tonight, Master Yuy," was the calm reply, not missing a beat, as though nothing were out of the ordinary. He began undoing the buttons to her blouse, his lips releasing hers only to trail down her neck and begin gently mauling the soft, pliant skin he found there.
It was strange undressing her, mostly because it was foreign more than it was because he felt uncomfortable doing so. He was not accustomed to revealing flesh he had spent so long denying himself as forbidden. She felt just as acutely awkward in trying to express exactly what she wanted from him, and when he finally removed his own clothes, he spent a good long time just quietly kissing her until she would open her eyes and allow their skin to rub across one another's. The arousing pleasure of it was overwhelming. They took deep breaths, every nerve ending like lightning, exploding in fire and unexpected electricity everywhere contact was made.
Things, emotions, were much stronger than he anticipated, and his ribcage often felt as though it was tightening in on his lungs and heart, though he knew that it was an impossibility. The longing within him still felt unfamiliar even after such a long courtship with it and its sudden strengthened intensity caused him to shake uncontrollably whenever she touched him. He had never felt anything like her.
Kissing her seemed much harder with her body shutting down his thought process and when he finally allowed his hands freedom from the death grip they held the covers with, they could do little more than trail along her skin. Desire burned in him, and though he wanted her to be ready, he couldn't wait any longer.
She seemed to somehow understand and her eyes opened, catching his for a moment. They were really going to do this. They were really going to be together in a tangible way that no one could take away from them or try to deny them. It was at that moment that he saw just how much she wanted it too, just how long those three years had been for her. Just how long she had been waiting for him too.
She brought her forehead down to touch his, connecting them in a simple way that was so reflective of everything that was coursing through them. He found his way into her almost half-hazardly. It was a slow process, but she seemed understanding and grateful.
Her body was tight. Tighter than it should have been. His whole body seemed to pound in rhythmic harmony and he could barely breathe. He never thought it was possible for him to be so completely unsure of anything other than his body and the one surrounding him. His hands crawled into hers, palms sweaty and not caring that her nails bit into his skin.
Slowly her body seemed to loosen and relax, and her body shifted over him. Something primal and euphoric rushed through him. He groaned softly into her neck and his hips responded in kind. He listened as her breath caught and she gasped. He didn't know what to do other than to keep moving, his body seeming to do so without any real command. She just kept gasping softly, and he didn't know what that meant. He just knew that he couldn't stop.
"Heero." Hearing his name on her lips, watching it issue forth from somewhere deep inside her, somewhere untouched by any other man or person, his body trembled and his ribcage tightened around his chest until it was all he could do to gasp out her name in return like she had.
That one word that slipped off his lips like a dying breath, and his mind raced. Did she know? She had to, didn't she? Everything he felt, she was feeling it too? The intensity and need and overwhelming desire? The overwhelming pleasure? What if she didn't? What if she couldn't? His body moved faster, harder.
"Heero!" That same word, spoken so differently. There was no longing, no want in that voice. Her body became impossibly tight around him, throbbing and stiff, her hands grasping in his hair, and she was indescribably warm and wet against his own clinging body. He choked out her name, shuddering and releasing.
Everything went blank. He had felt white hot pain before, so much so that it was blinding, but this was so different. This was pleasure beyond anything he had felt. Watching her smile for him, her hand reaching out to touch him, nothing equated.
It was only when her cool hand laid across his chest that he began to breathe again, his heart racing and mind numb. Her fingers softly caressed his skin. He didn't know if he could open his eyes.
Nothing seemed real. She said his name softly and it sounded hazy in his ears. Maybe he was dreaming. He had dreamed before. But nothing like...he had never thought?she was just?
His arms, one entangled in her hair, the other resting on her back, tightened slowly, as though he was afraid she would slip from his grasp if he moved too quickly, if it showed that he wanted her too much. There was no thought process beyond her, beyond everything she was, beyond all that had just happened.
"Heero?" she whispered softly. With her cool hands finally resting flat against his body, he knew she was asking for his attention. He didn't know how to respond, his whole being not anywhere else other than completely focused on her.
"Heero?" she asked again, this time beginning to move, and instinctively his arms tightened trying to hold her with him and his eyes flashed open to meet hers. She looked surprised at the emotions splayed there, all of them so urgent.
She smiled, her eyes soft and reassuring him. She kissed him just for good measure, her eyes now containing a dark look of her own. She watched him for several moments, waiting for him and trying not to smile. His dark look returned. When he kissed her it was slow and purposeful as though promising things he could never say.
When he pulled away, she had to close her eyes and force back the waves of emotion. How long had she waited for something like that? How long had he waited for her? How was it possible that he could be so devoted, so unwavering in everything he did? Was that love? Was that moment what they were waiting for? Was everything at peace now? Were they done waiting and wanting? Was everything over?
"Is this my happy ending?" she asked him quietly, a light smile on her lips, her eyes half-serious.
"No," he said, intense as the day that they met, "because nothing ever ends. This isn't an ending. Relena, you?you're endless."
AN: okay, so it's done. And I'm blushing. And I don't really like the end, but I'm sort of running out of body parts to barter with here, so if one day, I die and I have time, I'll fix it, unless anyone has any comments or suggestions, which are always appreciated, as long as they're tactful.
So, basically, this is to say that you can call off the mobs and contracts on my head please?
Oh, and schmyca, I checked, I won't be allowed back in school if I have rabies! so no more rabid sock puppets 'super-hyper-cool-death-attack's, k?
and Rose, enough poking already! ::hands her a giant spaghetti noodle and watches as she tries it out, the giant pasta noodle turned tortursome death tool manipulated in her hand like a long-lost friend, the wicked gleam in her eye returning:: ?eep.
I didn't do it! Nobody saw me do it! You can't prove anything!And, as if this hasn't been dragged out long enough, thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far--it's been a big guilt trip in getting me to finish it, and giving me the courage to post it, especially those here on Blissful, who have welcomed me so warmly and harassed me so thoroughly.
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thanks!
Lovely lemon, made me smile alot. I think the way you handled the scene was a nice different approach. You more less expressed their feelings during the moment instead of the action itself. I mean you knew what they were doing w/out having to go into full blown detail. I like lemons either way cause I must say that I try not to give too much details but if it happens, it happens, I can't change my writing style.
