Sideways Into the Present (lemon sidestory)
Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2003 4:01 am
Sideways Into the Present (lemon side story)
My first lemon. . . I?m blushing already. I put in the passage that would have immediately proceeded it and just, erm, elaborated. ::gulp:: Here goes.
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She walked back the way they had come, having carefully observed it earlier should the need arise, as she suspected it would. But she didn?t go to her room, instead choosing to knock at the door next to it.
There was no answer, but she hadn?t expected there to be one. She pushed open the door, and Heero looked up at her, illuminated by the light from the hall only. His eyes narrowed at her, and only blinked once when she turned on the light and closed the door. He had heard Yuy come and had heard them leave together. So she had chosen him. Maybe she was here to tell him that she was going to stay. He wasn?t sure if he could keep his word and stay to protect her if she told him that. There was no way he could watch that other self and she be happy. The resentful bile was already twisting inside of him. But outwardly he looked as he always did.
"I had dinner with Yuy." She looked to see if there was any change of expression.
"Hn."
"He, well not directly but essentially, asked me to stay here." This time his lips tightened into a thin line and he turned away from her a little. "I said no." He looked back at her, his eyes a little wider. "Do you know why I said no?"
He nodded. Relena looked confused. Heero appeared to come to a decision and, rising from his cot, stood over her with a hooded expression she had not seen on him before.
"You already told me why when we first got here." He tried to kiss her with all the feelings he couldn?t express. Relena would have been confused if not for something Yuy had told her. The dance had been his commitment to her. This was just another dance.
"I don?t suppose you?ll let me sleep in my own room tonight will you?" She asked when the kiss broke. Heero growled low in his throat and kissed her again, this time more roughly, bruising her lips, sucking on her neck hard enough to leave marks of his passage. "I get the bed." She supplied weakly, as his hands and mouth were drugging her senses even as she sensed his own loss of control.
"So do I." He murmured before his mouth continued its exploration of her body.
Even in his dreams, and there had been some very vivid dreams, it had never felt like this. The dreams had largely been disappointing and unfulfilling at any rate, largely because it was apparent in the morning that 1. It had been a dream after all, and 2. There was no Relena there to act out the pent up sexual frustration with. This combination had lead to more cold showers than he?d like to remember (and a couple bad colds in winter because of that). As he pulled back to admire the light red mark on her neck where he had just lightly been sampling her skin, he felt the heady rush of possession. More than that he felt her sagging weight in his arms. Apparently he had the intended effect on her as well.
His breath on her neck cooled her skin and made Relena suddenly more aware of her surroundings. Everything was in focus, from the small dots on the thin window curtain to the way the cement was cooling her feet through the thin sandals. What was far nicer to contemplate was the man in front of her. So many years she had wanted this. Her girlish need to be held and kissed had become more mature and wanton more quickly than she would have expected all those years ago. When she and Hilde had talked, squealing about size and technique she was only all too aware that the conversation was somewhat one sided.
It wasn?t that she really waited for Heero. That concept seemed absurd, even to her, for its na?ve self-denial of a basic human instinct. She hadn?t waited, not really, so much as have waiting thrust upon her. No one else would do. Sometimes it had been a close thing. She had had sex, technically speaking, once, but she couldn?t think that that should count as her first time because she had not taken any pleasure in the deed. To her even greater horror, she realized later that she had only been able to get that far because the man looked a little like Heero.
It was a low moment in her life, and it had only been lifted when Hilde pointed out that the whole time she had been dating that man Heero had been a walking time bomb. (A certain incident that only reached her ears through an hour of harassing Quatre when he made an off hand comment and she got suspicious resulted in a great story. Duo had been on his break and Heero was getting coffee in the office lounge when Duo happened to let slip his idea of what he thought Relena would be like in bed. It only took a little while for Duo?s broken arm to heal. Heero was given some mandatory vacation time, for the sake of every one else?s safety.) Apparently, the day she announced she was breaking up with that man and not dating until she retired from office, Heero?s mood had suddenly become almost human and no one had to walk on egg shells around him for weeks.
Those moments were what she held on to. She knew that someday she would have to come out and say it. Someday he would know and could not dent her an answer. What had stopped her was the fear of rejection. If he had said no, then her emotional boat would have run aground.
The hands that were unzipping the back of her dress were obviously not saying no. She shrugged out of it easily, glad to not ruin the kind lent gift from Dorothy, even as she felt terribly self conscious of standing there in just a bra, panties, and sandals. She curled forward in attempt to hide herself with her long hair, even as Heero drew back to take an appreciative glance at her body. His fingers brushed her cheek as he threaded them into her hair and drew it back from her body. There was nothing to hide, and he didn?t understand why she would try.
"I ? I suppose I?m a little self conscious." The words sounded strained, ripped from her as they were. In response Heero bent forward and kissed the spot right above her bra in the center of her chest. The hand in her hair unwound and moved back to work at her bra clasp, but she grabbed his upper arm, feeling how the muscles played under the skin, and halted him. A soft noncommittal noise escaped his mouth, but he stopped. Relena, her hands shaking just a little, worked at the belt at his pants. She had been waiting far longer than he for this, odds were, and damn it all he was going to be naked first.
He didn?t help her, but simply continued to drink in the experience of having a beautiful woman in her underwear undressing him. Had he added desirable? If not, the word was fast climbing into the only one he could call to mind at the moment. The groan he very much wanted to give was swallowed as she worked on pulling his shirt from his pants and over his head rather than continuing with the pants, which were all too tight in certain regions thanks to his now swollen anatomy.
More delicious skin and muscle were what Relena uncovered for her efforts, as Heero lifted his arms to aid her in the clothing removal process. She touched his chest and watched the muscle spasm at her touch. It was as if his body was continually surprised that it was being caressed, even tentatively. With a sly smile she ran her fingernails up and down his back lightly, and his eyes closed while his head began to tilt to the side with such a delicious expression that she had to see how he tasted. Nothing had shocked Heero back into his senses and then out again like the vision and sensation of Relena?s small pink tongue circling his nipple.
"You?ll be the death of me, Relena." He nearly panted. She gave a little chuckle, obviously loving the power she had over him. Enough of this, it was his turn again.
The infernal bra clasp gave him only a second of confusion. One would have just as easily not known exactly how confused, if it weren?t for the fact that Relena had seen him assemble weaponry faster than he undid her bra. No matter, it fell to join her dress on the floor. She got out of sandals with a dancing and kicking motion. For a moment Relena wondered if there was something wrong because he was just staring at her again.
Over and over in his mind he cursed at himself. It had been perfectly evident to everyone, even him that he could have had this long ago but he had resisted. Why? Was it out of a feeling of duty? Was it out of some misguided sense of unworthiness? Like this she seemed even more divine, a pagan goddess come to visit in the night, but he could no more keep away than stop protecting her. There had been a woman here or there, but they were all just substitutes for this ideal. He only wanted Relena, and the intensity of that want frightened him. He only hoped it wouldn?t frighten her.
He began to massage one of her breasts, running his thumb over her nipple and feeling it pucker, as his mouth revisited her tender neck. At least this time he wasn?t out to mark her, but he found himself being rougher than he meant to as his hormones surged and she pressed up against him, trapping his member between them. This new painful pleasure made him wonder if he would live through the night, or just die of sexual frustration right now. Picking her up, looking dark and almost scary, Heero slung Relena over his shoulder and deposited the blankets from the cot on the floor before setting her down on them. Tearing off his shoes, they hit the corner of the wall and then the floor with hard but muted plops, his pants were soon flung on top of them. Relena shivered as the blanket didn?t protect her from the cold floor very well, and watched Heero?s almost frantic removal of clothing with more than a little amusement.
As Heero clutched at the elastic around his boxers he swore under his breath. "Relena," he murmured with concern in his eyes. "We don?t have. . . protection."
This dampened the mood slightly. The thought of a beautiful little boy with Heero?s eyes was compelling for saying to hell with it and continuing, but this was something that shouldn?t be decided in the heat of the moment. What made things even funnier was the way he had said it in such a grave manner.
But there was no way, after this many years that she was going to let this opportunity slide. Her nimble mind flew to possibilities and her eyes lit up as an idea formed. She sprang up from the ground and wrapped herself around Heero, delving into his mouth with her tongue before pulling away just as quickly.
"Stay right there. I promise I?ll be right back." His nod didn?t betray his apprehension, but the way he bit his lip just a little did. She climbed into the dress and zipped it up partway as she slipped on the shoes.
Two hallways down, one left, third door, left side. It was hard to restrain herself from pounding down the door. "Dorothy!" She hissed.
After a few moments Dorothy opened the door a crack. "Yes?" Then seeing Relena?s state she opened the door a little wider, a smile spreading across her face. It was amazing that Relena had enough grace to still blush. What an embarrassing night this was. If Dorothy noticed the forming hickeys, the messed up hair, the swollen lips, and the lack of bra on her new friend, she didn?t comment.
"I need a ?" her mouth had such a hard time forming the words. She had never had to buy them and sometimes she wondered how Hilde didn?t feel at least a little self-conscious when she did. Dorothy arched her signature eyebrows, knowing what she was asking but wanting her to say it. "a-a- condom" The word was a whisper.
"A what?" Dorothy?s grin was enigmatic. That?s about when Relena noticed Dorothy?s shirt was inside out. Seeing Relena?s confused expression, she followed her gaze and then lost that smile, exchanging it for a blush of her own. It became a deep crimson as a hand extended above her head with the little plastic package, while another appeared at her waist. Quatre?s eyes peeked out from behind her shoulder.
"Night Dorothy." Relena left the doorway behind at a brisk walk, as she was far more interested in returning to her own encounter than teasing Dorothy about hers.
On entering the room she noticed how for one thing there were more blankets, and for another that Heero was sexy when he paced about like a caged lion. Of course, he was sexy anytime. He looked at her as she held up the package like a trophy. Faster than you could say ?mission accepted? Relena was naked and on the ground again, Heero similarly unclothed and next to her.
There was nothing slow or languid about the way they clutched at one another. Yet Relena was not ready to give up the chance to see and touch a little more. Heero bore the torture as best he could, but his pulse jumped erratically in his throat as her hand closed over his erection and moved over it as if she were memorizing the texture. What she did next he would never have predicted, even though he saw her head moving down. It would have taken actual restraints to stop him from trusting up, just a little, as her wet mouth took him in.
"Gods Relena," came his gasp as he clutched at her hair. She bobbed up and down a few times before she looked up at him and licked the side of her lip in a way more erotic than he could have imagined she knew how to be. But that smug expression was soon to leave her face as he flipped her beneath him. His index finger sought her inner warmth, feeling her tight walls stretch a little as he eased a second finger in, but it became harder to control his movements once he started to use the pad of his thumb to rub her clitoris and her body bucked and arched. The sweat that stood out on her brow, the mewling moans she gave at each press, but most especially the way she said his name between the moans impressed on his memory.
Withdrawing his fingers when he was sure of her being wet enough, he heard her startled intake of breath. The smell of her arousal was so strong, and he wondered if she were as conscious of his own need. At any rate, she soon would be. Poised above her entrance he waited for some sign from her, not sure what it would be. Contrary to he expectation she gave him a heated glance before guiding him in and then surging up to impale herself with a little whimper. Apparently she was still tight, and it was slightly painful, but as he worked in and out at a steady pace she stretched to accommodate him.
At some point her noises became louder, and he covered her mouth with his own, startled when he felt her tongue move in to meet his, as her nails dug into his back less than playfully. The tension in his body was an undeniable force, but he knew he had enough control to stop himself before he was assured of her own release.
Relena felt the budding tension and tightened her body to prolong the experience. But her attempt at holding back was shattered as his thrusts became deeper and faster and pulled her over the edge in a starburst of pleasure. She called out into his mouth moments before she felt his own body convulse and almost collapse upon her.
They breathed heavily, still united, and Relena found herself smoothing back his hair. The simple intimate gesture earned her a wan smile as his deep blue eyes met her own. He was hers. The knowledge elated her almost as much as the recent act they had engaged in (though on a different level). He in turn pushed aside a sweaty wisp of hair that crossed over her lips. Kissing them softly, after noting how swollen they were, he withdrew and rolled to the side. He disposed of the condom in the garbage can (after removing his pants from covering the top of it) then went back to join Relena on the blankets once he turned off the light.
His arms crossed in front of her, one cupping her breast absently, and she felt his breath cool the back of her neck. Undoubtedly it would get cold there on the floor, naked and still sweaty as they were, but she let herself enjoy the moment as it was.
"Heero?" The dark seemed to make her words smaller, somehow.
"Hn."
"Took you long enough." He didn?t try to stifle her shriek as he began to tickle her mercilessly.
Angel: I can't believe I just wrote that. . .
Relena: I can. ::smiles devilishly::
Angel: I suppose if anyone deserves to release some tension it would be you and Heero.
Relena: You got that right.
Heero: Hn.
::Angel goes back to admiring her little star, newly acquired from Rose::
Hope it was adaquate, as lemons go.
My first lemon. . . I?m blushing already. I put in the passage that would have immediately proceeded it and just, erm, elaborated. ::gulp:: Here goes.
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She walked back the way they had come, having carefully observed it earlier should the need arise, as she suspected it would. But she didn?t go to her room, instead choosing to knock at the door next to it.
There was no answer, but she hadn?t expected there to be one. She pushed open the door, and Heero looked up at her, illuminated by the light from the hall only. His eyes narrowed at her, and only blinked once when she turned on the light and closed the door. He had heard Yuy come and had heard them leave together. So she had chosen him. Maybe she was here to tell him that she was going to stay. He wasn?t sure if he could keep his word and stay to protect her if she told him that. There was no way he could watch that other self and she be happy. The resentful bile was already twisting inside of him. But outwardly he looked as he always did.
"I had dinner with Yuy." She looked to see if there was any change of expression.
"Hn."
"He, well not directly but essentially, asked me to stay here." This time his lips tightened into a thin line and he turned away from her a little. "I said no." He looked back at her, his eyes a little wider. "Do you know why I said no?"
He nodded. Relena looked confused. Heero appeared to come to a decision and, rising from his cot, stood over her with a hooded expression she had not seen on him before.
"You already told me why when we first got here." He tried to kiss her with all the feelings he couldn?t express. Relena would have been confused if not for something Yuy had told her. The dance had been his commitment to her. This was just another dance.
"I don?t suppose you?ll let me sleep in my own room tonight will you?" She asked when the kiss broke. Heero growled low in his throat and kissed her again, this time more roughly, bruising her lips, sucking on her neck hard enough to leave marks of his passage. "I get the bed." She supplied weakly, as his hands and mouth were drugging her senses even as she sensed his own loss of control.
"So do I." He murmured before his mouth continued its exploration of her body.
Even in his dreams, and there had been some very vivid dreams, it had never felt like this. The dreams had largely been disappointing and unfulfilling at any rate, largely because it was apparent in the morning that 1. It had been a dream after all, and 2. There was no Relena there to act out the pent up sexual frustration with. This combination had lead to more cold showers than he?d like to remember (and a couple bad colds in winter because of that). As he pulled back to admire the light red mark on her neck where he had just lightly been sampling her skin, he felt the heady rush of possession. More than that he felt her sagging weight in his arms. Apparently he had the intended effect on her as well.
His breath on her neck cooled her skin and made Relena suddenly more aware of her surroundings. Everything was in focus, from the small dots on the thin window curtain to the way the cement was cooling her feet through the thin sandals. What was far nicer to contemplate was the man in front of her. So many years she had wanted this. Her girlish need to be held and kissed had become more mature and wanton more quickly than she would have expected all those years ago. When she and Hilde had talked, squealing about size and technique she was only all too aware that the conversation was somewhat one sided.
It wasn?t that she really waited for Heero. That concept seemed absurd, even to her, for its na?ve self-denial of a basic human instinct. She hadn?t waited, not really, so much as have waiting thrust upon her. No one else would do. Sometimes it had been a close thing. She had had sex, technically speaking, once, but she couldn?t think that that should count as her first time because she had not taken any pleasure in the deed. To her even greater horror, she realized later that she had only been able to get that far because the man looked a little like Heero.
It was a low moment in her life, and it had only been lifted when Hilde pointed out that the whole time she had been dating that man Heero had been a walking time bomb. (A certain incident that only reached her ears through an hour of harassing Quatre when he made an off hand comment and she got suspicious resulted in a great story. Duo had been on his break and Heero was getting coffee in the office lounge when Duo happened to let slip his idea of what he thought Relena would be like in bed. It only took a little while for Duo?s broken arm to heal. Heero was given some mandatory vacation time, for the sake of every one else?s safety.) Apparently, the day she announced she was breaking up with that man and not dating until she retired from office, Heero?s mood had suddenly become almost human and no one had to walk on egg shells around him for weeks.
Those moments were what she held on to. She knew that someday she would have to come out and say it. Someday he would know and could not dent her an answer. What had stopped her was the fear of rejection. If he had said no, then her emotional boat would have run aground.
The hands that were unzipping the back of her dress were obviously not saying no. She shrugged out of it easily, glad to not ruin the kind lent gift from Dorothy, even as she felt terribly self conscious of standing there in just a bra, panties, and sandals. She curled forward in attempt to hide herself with her long hair, even as Heero drew back to take an appreciative glance at her body. His fingers brushed her cheek as he threaded them into her hair and drew it back from her body. There was nothing to hide, and he didn?t understand why she would try.
"I ? I suppose I?m a little self conscious." The words sounded strained, ripped from her as they were. In response Heero bent forward and kissed the spot right above her bra in the center of her chest. The hand in her hair unwound and moved back to work at her bra clasp, but she grabbed his upper arm, feeling how the muscles played under the skin, and halted him. A soft noncommittal noise escaped his mouth, but he stopped. Relena, her hands shaking just a little, worked at the belt at his pants. She had been waiting far longer than he for this, odds were, and damn it all he was going to be naked first.
He didn?t help her, but simply continued to drink in the experience of having a beautiful woman in her underwear undressing him. Had he added desirable? If not, the word was fast climbing into the only one he could call to mind at the moment. The groan he very much wanted to give was swallowed as she worked on pulling his shirt from his pants and over his head rather than continuing with the pants, which were all too tight in certain regions thanks to his now swollen anatomy.
More delicious skin and muscle were what Relena uncovered for her efforts, as Heero lifted his arms to aid her in the clothing removal process. She touched his chest and watched the muscle spasm at her touch. It was as if his body was continually surprised that it was being caressed, even tentatively. With a sly smile she ran her fingernails up and down his back lightly, and his eyes closed while his head began to tilt to the side with such a delicious expression that she had to see how he tasted. Nothing had shocked Heero back into his senses and then out again like the vision and sensation of Relena?s small pink tongue circling his nipple.
"You?ll be the death of me, Relena." He nearly panted. She gave a little chuckle, obviously loving the power she had over him. Enough of this, it was his turn again.
The infernal bra clasp gave him only a second of confusion. One would have just as easily not known exactly how confused, if it weren?t for the fact that Relena had seen him assemble weaponry faster than he undid her bra. No matter, it fell to join her dress on the floor. She got out of sandals with a dancing and kicking motion. For a moment Relena wondered if there was something wrong because he was just staring at her again.
Over and over in his mind he cursed at himself. It had been perfectly evident to everyone, even him that he could have had this long ago but he had resisted. Why? Was it out of a feeling of duty? Was it out of some misguided sense of unworthiness? Like this she seemed even more divine, a pagan goddess come to visit in the night, but he could no more keep away than stop protecting her. There had been a woman here or there, but they were all just substitutes for this ideal. He only wanted Relena, and the intensity of that want frightened him. He only hoped it wouldn?t frighten her.
He began to massage one of her breasts, running his thumb over her nipple and feeling it pucker, as his mouth revisited her tender neck. At least this time he wasn?t out to mark her, but he found himself being rougher than he meant to as his hormones surged and she pressed up against him, trapping his member between them. This new painful pleasure made him wonder if he would live through the night, or just die of sexual frustration right now. Picking her up, looking dark and almost scary, Heero slung Relena over his shoulder and deposited the blankets from the cot on the floor before setting her down on them. Tearing off his shoes, they hit the corner of the wall and then the floor with hard but muted plops, his pants were soon flung on top of them. Relena shivered as the blanket didn?t protect her from the cold floor very well, and watched Heero?s almost frantic removal of clothing with more than a little amusement.
As Heero clutched at the elastic around his boxers he swore under his breath. "Relena," he murmured with concern in his eyes. "We don?t have. . . protection."
This dampened the mood slightly. The thought of a beautiful little boy with Heero?s eyes was compelling for saying to hell with it and continuing, but this was something that shouldn?t be decided in the heat of the moment. What made things even funnier was the way he had said it in such a grave manner.
But there was no way, after this many years that she was going to let this opportunity slide. Her nimble mind flew to possibilities and her eyes lit up as an idea formed. She sprang up from the ground and wrapped herself around Heero, delving into his mouth with her tongue before pulling away just as quickly.
"Stay right there. I promise I?ll be right back." His nod didn?t betray his apprehension, but the way he bit his lip just a little did. She climbed into the dress and zipped it up partway as she slipped on the shoes.
Two hallways down, one left, third door, left side. It was hard to restrain herself from pounding down the door. "Dorothy!" She hissed.
After a few moments Dorothy opened the door a crack. "Yes?" Then seeing Relena?s state she opened the door a little wider, a smile spreading across her face. It was amazing that Relena had enough grace to still blush. What an embarrassing night this was. If Dorothy noticed the forming hickeys, the messed up hair, the swollen lips, and the lack of bra on her new friend, she didn?t comment.
"I need a ?" her mouth had such a hard time forming the words. She had never had to buy them and sometimes she wondered how Hilde didn?t feel at least a little self-conscious when she did. Dorothy arched her signature eyebrows, knowing what she was asking but wanting her to say it. "a-a- condom" The word was a whisper.
"A what?" Dorothy?s grin was enigmatic. That?s about when Relena noticed Dorothy?s shirt was inside out. Seeing Relena?s confused expression, she followed her gaze and then lost that smile, exchanging it for a blush of her own. It became a deep crimson as a hand extended above her head with the little plastic package, while another appeared at her waist. Quatre?s eyes peeked out from behind her shoulder.
"Night Dorothy." Relena left the doorway behind at a brisk walk, as she was far more interested in returning to her own encounter than teasing Dorothy about hers.
On entering the room she noticed how for one thing there were more blankets, and for another that Heero was sexy when he paced about like a caged lion. Of course, he was sexy anytime. He looked at her as she held up the package like a trophy. Faster than you could say ?mission accepted? Relena was naked and on the ground again, Heero similarly unclothed and next to her.
There was nothing slow or languid about the way they clutched at one another. Yet Relena was not ready to give up the chance to see and touch a little more. Heero bore the torture as best he could, but his pulse jumped erratically in his throat as her hand closed over his erection and moved over it as if she were memorizing the texture. What she did next he would never have predicted, even though he saw her head moving down. It would have taken actual restraints to stop him from trusting up, just a little, as her wet mouth took him in.
"Gods Relena," came his gasp as he clutched at her hair. She bobbed up and down a few times before she looked up at him and licked the side of her lip in a way more erotic than he could have imagined she knew how to be. But that smug expression was soon to leave her face as he flipped her beneath him. His index finger sought her inner warmth, feeling her tight walls stretch a little as he eased a second finger in, but it became harder to control his movements once he started to use the pad of his thumb to rub her clitoris and her body bucked and arched. The sweat that stood out on her brow, the mewling moans she gave at each press, but most especially the way she said his name between the moans impressed on his memory.
Withdrawing his fingers when he was sure of her being wet enough, he heard her startled intake of breath. The smell of her arousal was so strong, and he wondered if she were as conscious of his own need. At any rate, she soon would be. Poised above her entrance he waited for some sign from her, not sure what it would be. Contrary to he expectation she gave him a heated glance before guiding him in and then surging up to impale herself with a little whimper. Apparently she was still tight, and it was slightly painful, but as he worked in and out at a steady pace she stretched to accommodate him.
At some point her noises became louder, and he covered her mouth with his own, startled when he felt her tongue move in to meet his, as her nails dug into his back less than playfully. The tension in his body was an undeniable force, but he knew he had enough control to stop himself before he was assured of her own release.
Relena felt the budding tension and tightened her body to prolong the experience. But her attempt at holding back was shattered as his thrusts became deeper and faster and pulled her over the edge in a starburst of pleasure. She called out into his mouth moments before she felt his own body convulse and almost collapse upon her.
They breathed heavily, still united, and Relena found herself smoothing back his hair. The simple intimate gesture earned her a wan smile as his deep blue eyes met her own. He was hers. The knowledge elated her almost as much as the recent act they had engaged in (though on a different level). He in turn pushed aside a sweaty wisp of hair that crossed over her lips. Kissing them softly, after noting how swollen they were, he withdrew and rolled to the side. He disposed of the condom in the garbage can (after removing his pants from covering the top of it) then went back to join Relena on the blankets once he turned off the light.
His arms crossed in front of her, one cupping her breast absently, and she felt his breath cool the back of her neck. Undoubtedly it would get cold there on the floor, naked and still sweaty as they were, but she let herself enjoy the moment as it was.
"Heero?" The dark seemed to make her words smaller, somehow.
"Hn."
"Took you long enough." He didn?t try to stifle her shriek as he began to tickle her mercilessly.
Angel: I can't believe I just wrote that. . .
Relena: I can. ::smiles devilishly::
Angel: I suppose if anyone deserves to release some tension it would be you and Heero.
Relena: You got that right.
Heero: Hn.
::Angel goes back to admiring her little star, newly acquired from Rose::
Hope it was adaquate, as lemons go.
