Better ideas 9 HY x MK/MB Lime/lemon warning!
Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2004 9:25 pm
Better Ideas 9
Heero felt the nearly burning water run over his skin. The steam made it harder to breath, but that was not what he was thinking about. He was thinking about her. The seductive young girl lying in his bed, the one that had changed his life. She had convinced him to join Preventors with out speaking. She had probably saved him a lot of grief as well; his previous weekly habits he admitted even to himself were potentially dangerous.
Lately she had been acting a little differently. He wasn’t sure how to describe it. ‘Closer’. The word seeped into his mind. That was the only way to describe her actions. They kissed now, which they hadn’t done before, and she was on a more personable level. He wasn’t sure if she was aware of it or not. His musings were ended by a knock on the door. His head snapped up on the direction of the bathroom door. It opened slowly and the sound of her feet padding across the tile floor could be heard as she walked to the shower door.
He turned the water off and grabbed the towel draped over the bar on the wall. Wrapping it around his waist he stepped out directly in front of her. Their difference in height was more than apparent as he looked down at her. The soft skin of her entire body was exposed to him. She smiled softly up at him. His emotionless expression didn’t change. She kissed him lightly on the lips before stepping into the shower and closing the glass door. Heero paused for a moment before walking to the sink to shave and brush his teeth.
After he finished Heero dressed casually to go to preventors. Mariemeia stepped out of the bathroom with only a short towel covering her. Heero’s eyes wandered over her form. It was a short towel indeed, almost too short. He swallowed as she stepped to closer to him.
“Heero, it’s not polite to stare.” She giggled as he tore his eyes from her body and to her face.
“Sorry. I didn’t…” He began to apologize, realizing her comment was in jest. “I have to leave for work, you have the spare, come and go as you please.” He told her in a calm voice. “I’ll see you tonight?” He asked genuinely curious.
“Mm hm. tonight.” She answered with a small smile. Heero turned around and left.
He stepped out side to be greeted by a cold day. He pulled the Preventors jacket a little tighter. Walking to his car he pulled his keys out, noticing Mariemeia had parked her small sports car next to his. His drive was uneventful and traffic was low.
He pulled into his normal parking space in the underground parking garage. Turning the car off he hesitated before opening the door. There was no telling what Une might do during the course of the day; she was a mother after all. Stepping out he once again pulled the jacket closer to conserve heat and walked into the large office building.
The building was still fairly empty, as usual for this early, most started their shift at nine, and it was only seven. His small office had no distinguishing marks and could easily be mistaken for empty if not for the computer on his desk. The entire room was immaculate. ‘How many times had he walked into this office? It could have been that many times, he hadn’t been working her for very long, right? He looked at the calendar on his computer, realizing he had been there for three months, which meant he and Mariemeia had been seeing each other for nearly four months. He shook his head. ‘Had time really passed so quickly?’
The ‘In’ box on his desk had a folder in it. He inspected it, looking over its contents. It was about one of the remaining cells of the last terrorist organization they had wiped out. Heero began pulling up files of information and equipment that would be useful on the mission. After several hours of planning and preparing for the mission, his desk phone rang.
Une’s calm voice came to his ears. “Yuy, my office, now.” He hadn’t even had a chance to say ‘Preventor Yuy’.
A sigh escaped as he stood up and walked to her office. She was standing behind her desk, looking out the window and the gloomy day. “Do you know where she is Heero?” She asked in a cool, almost sad voice.
“Yes.” He didn’t think it wise to tell her where she was, even though she probably knew.
“Is she safe? Is she ok?” She asked in a near worried tone.
“Yes she’s fine.” Une visibly relaxed at his words. “That’s all, I just needed to know.” Heero turned and left.
By the end of the day he had determined that he would probably be leaving for his mission by the end of the week. He knew he could trust Mariemeia to take care of his home while he was gone. He started to contemplate how long she would stay at his apartment, curious as to how long she had planned. The clock on his office wall read seven, time for him to punch out as the saying went.
Mariemeia wasn’t there when he walked in the door. Heero laid down on the couch while eating some left over chinese food and watching a documentary on the war in A.C. 195. The narrator droned on about the guerilla tactics used by the five gundams, especially 05. ‘Wufei always did go about things more covertly than the rest of them, less front on assault and more strike and hide tactics.’ The door unlocked and opened as Mariemeia walked in. She sounded frustrated. She acknowledged his presence but didn’t say anything. She set a backpack down and walked behind him.
Heero felt her slim arms wrap around his neck from behind and her chin rest on his shoulder. “Would you kill my literature professor Heero?” She asked sounding tired. He wasn’t sure what she meant. “No don’t, then I couldn’t pass his class.” Heero stood up. She kicked her shoes off next to the couch.
She hugged him. “Lay down.” He instructed. She did as he said sitting up with her legs outstretched in front of her. His hands rested on her shoulders, pressing firmly and massaging them. Slowly he moved to her neck and around her spine.
“Heero you’re to good to be true sometimes.” She rolled her head with his hands, helping to relax her tense muscles. He was kneeling behind her. She let him continue for over twenty minutes. She needed to take her mind off of her studies for a while. Mariemeia reached behind her and pulled his head close enough for her to turn to her shoulder and kiss him. She was forceful as she quickly parted her lips and pushed her tongue into his mouth. She felt him react accordingly.
She tugged at his t-shirt, not caring whether he was in the mood or not, he could grant her a little pleasure after the rough day of classes. She pulled it off and threw it to the floor. Heero began unbuttoning her white blouse, pulling it out of her jeans as he went.
After pulling her jeans off, Mariemeia pulled him to the couch on top of her. He propped himself up on his hands, breaking their kiss. Using his right he unhooked the clasp on her bra under her back. She arched to allow him easier access to it. She slid her blouse completely off as well as her bra. Heero leaned down to her breast, taking the soft bud of skin into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue. Her hand clenched in his hair as she held him there, enjoying every second of his mouth’s embrace. A soft sound escaped her lips as his teeth grazed over the soft flesh.
His lips broke away as he slid off her. “Maybe we should take this…” She cut him off.
“No, I don’t want to wait. Here is fine.” He nodded and leaned back to remove her jeans. She slid her last undergarment off with them. Placing a hand on his groin she could feel through the tough material he wanted her badly already. She sat up as he took his pants and boxers off. Pushing his shoulders back she straddled his lap.
One of her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him. Mariemeia’s other hand found it’s way to his erection. Lifting off of her calves she guided him into her. She lowered down onto him slowly, making the sensation last. She continued for a while, until neither could hold out any longer.
They were lying down on the couch, Mariemeia’s eyes were closed but she wasn’t asleep. She wanted to ask him what they were becoming, where this ‘relationship’ was going. She also wasn’t sure how he’d react. Knowing Heero wasn’t one to over react she decided to ask.
“What am I to you Heero?” He opened his eyes and looked down his chest at her.
“What do you mean?” Heero knew what she meant, but wasn’t sure what answer she wanted to hear.
“I mean, are we in a relationship? Am I your girl friend? Or are we just as we were, friends?” Concern was apparent in her voice.
“I don’t,” He paused. “I’m not sure what you want.”
“I want you to tell me what you think of me.” She turned her head to look at him.
“You,” He tried to sort the words in his head before he said them. “…Are more than a friend. But I don’t know what that means.” She smiled slightly.
“Neither one of us was taught what love means when we were young. We were both trained and refined to be the best at our given fields. Me, a political figurehead. You, a perfect soldier.” She laughed a little. “I guess things didn’t work out quite as planned did they?”
“Come on, it’s going to get cold in here, let’s get to the bedroom.” Heero said as
he lifted himself from the furniture he was on. Mariemeia followed him to the bedroom, both slipping under the blankets.
TBC
A.N. standard disclaimers apply. This story is getting tough! So far I think I’ve been pretty good at keeping them in-character, but it is getting really challenging! Well, Reviews always appreciated, and I’m going to try and work on my other story I’ve neglected ATW. Thanks Again! -Zeros Lost Soul
Heero felt the nearly burning water run over his skin. The steam made it harder to breath, but that was not what he was thinking about. He was thinking about her. The seductive young girl lying in his bed, the one that had changed his life. She had convinced him to join Preventors with out speaking. She had probably saved him a lot of grief as well; his previous weekly habits he admitted even to himself were potentially dangerous.
Lately she had been acting a little differently. He wasn’t sure how to describe it. ‘Closer’. The word seeped into his mind. That was the only way to describe her actions. They kissed now, which they hadn’t done before, and she was on a more personable level. He wasn’t sure if she was aware of it or not. His musings were ended by a knock on the door. His head snapped up on the direction of the bathroom door. It opened slowly and the sound of her feet padding across the tile floor could be heard as she walked to the shower door.
He turned the water off and grabbed the towel draped over the bar on the wall. Wrapping it around his waist he stepped out directly in front of her. Their difference in height was more than apparent as he looked down at her. The soft skin of her entire body was exposed to him. She smiled softly up at him. His emotionless expression didn’t change. She kissed him lightly on the lips before stepping into the shower and closing the glass door. Heero paused for a moment before walking to the sink to shave and brush his teeth.
After he finished Heero dressed casually to go to preventors. Mariemeia stepped out of the bathroom with only a short towel covering her. Heero’s eyes wandered over her form. It was a short towel indeed, almost too short. He swallowed as she stepped to closer to him.
“Heero, it’s not polite to stare.” She giggled as he tore his eyes from her body and to her face.
“Sorry. I didn’t…” He began to apologize, realizing her comment was in jest. “I have to leave for work, you have the spare, come and go as you please.” He told her in a calm voice. “I’ll see you tonight?” He asked genuinely curious.
“Mm hm. tonight.” She answered with a small smile. Heero turned around and left.
He stepped out side to be greeted by a cold day. He pulled the Preventors jacket a little tighter. Walking to his car he pulled his keys out, noticing Mariemeia had parked her small sports car next to his. His drive was uneventful and traffic was low.
He pulled into his normal parking space in the underground parking garage. Turning the car off he hesitated before opening the door. There was no telling what Une might do during the course of the day; she was a mother after all. Stepping out he once again pulled the jacket closer to conserve heat and walked into the large office building.
The building was still fairly empty, as usual for this early, most started their shift at nine, and it was only seven. His small office had no distinguishing marks and could easily be mistaken for empty if not for the computer on his desk. The entire room was immaculate. ‘How many times had he walked into this office? It could have been that many times, he hadn’t been working her for very long, right? He looked at the calendar on his computer, realizing he had been there for three months, which meant he and Mariemeia had been seeing each other for nearly four months. He shook his head. ‘Had time really passed so quickly?’
The ‘In’ box on his desk had a folder in it. He inspected it, looking over its contents. It was about one of the remaining cells of the last terrorist organization they had wiped out. Heero began pulling up files of information and equipment that would be useful on the mission. After several hours of planning and preparing for the mission, his desk phone rang.
Une’s calm voice came to his ears. “Yuy, my office, now.” He hadn’t even had a chance to say ‘Preventor Yuy’.
A sigh escaped as he stood up and walked to her office. She was standing behind her desk, looking out the window and the gloomy day. “Do you know where she is Heero?” She asked in a cool, almost sad voice.
“Yes.” He didn’t think it wise to tell her where she was, even though she probably knew.
“Is she safe? Is she ok?” She asked in a near worried tone.
“Yes she’s fine.” Une visibly relaxed at his words. “That’s all, I just needed to know.” Heero turned and left.
By the end of the day he had determined that he would probably be leaving for his mission by the end of the week. He knew he could trust Mariemeia to take care of his home while he was gone. He started to contemplate how long she would stay at his apartment, curious as to how long she had planned. The clock on his office wall read seven, time for him to punch out as the saying went.
Mariemeia wasn’t there when he walked in the door. Heero laid down on the couch while eating some left over chinese food and watching a documentary on the war in A.C. 195. The narrator droned on about the guerilla tactics used by the five gundams, especially 05. ‘Wufei always did go about things more covertly than the rest of them, less front on assault and more strike and hide tactics.’ The door unlocked and opened as Mariemeia walked in. She sounded frustrated. She acknowledged his presence but didn’t say anything. She set a backpack down and walked behind him.
Heero felt her slim arms wrap around his neck from behind and her chin rest on his shoulder. “Would you kill my literature professor Heero?” She asked sounding tired. He wasn’t sure what she meant. “No don’t, then I couldn’t pass his class.” Heero stood up. She kicked her shoes off next to the couch.
She hugged him. “Lay down.” He instructed. She did as he said sitting up with her legs outstretched in front of her. His hands rested on her shoulders, pressing firmly and massaging them. Slowly he moved to her neck and around her spine.
“Heero you’re to good to be true sometimes.” She rolled her head with his hands, helping to relax her tense muscles. He was kneeling behind her. She let him continue for over twenty minutes. She needed to take her mind off of her studies for a while. Mariemeia reached behind her and pulled his head close enough for her to turn to her shoulder and kiss him. She was forceful as she quickly parted her lips and pushed her tongue into his mouth. She felt him react accordingly.
She tugged at his t-shirt, not caring whether he was in the mood or not, he could grant her a little pleasure after the rough day of classes. She pulled it off and threw it to the floor. Heero began unbuttoning her white blouse, pulling it out of her jeans as he went.
After pulling her jeans off, Mariemeia pulled him to the couch on top of her. He propped himself up on his hands, breaking their kiss. Using his right he unhooked the clasp on her bra under her back. She arched to allow him easier access to it. She slid her blouse completely off as well as her bra. Heero leaned down to her breast, taking the soft bud of skin into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue. Her hand clenched in his hair as she held him there, enjoying every second of his mouth’s embrace. A soft sound escaped her lips as his teeth grazed over the soft flesh.
His lips broke away as he slid off her. “Maybe we should take this…” She cut him off.
“No, I don’t want to wait. Here is fine.” He nodded and leaned back to remove her jeans. She slid her last undergarment off with them. Placing a hand on his groin she could feel through the tough material he wanted her badly already. She sat up as he took his pants and boxers off. Pushing his shoulders back she straddled his lap.
One of her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him. Mariemeia’s other hand found it’s way to his erection. Lifting off of her calves she guided him into her. She lowered down onto him slowly, making the sensation last. She continued for a while, until neither could hold out any longer.
They were lying down on the couch, Mariemeia’s eyes were closed but she wasn’t asleep. She wanted to ask him what they were becoming, where this ‘relationship’ was going. She also wasn’t sure how he’d react. Knowing Heero wasn’t one to over react she decided to ask.
“What am I to you Heero?” He opened his eyes and looked down his chest at her.
“What do you mean?” Heero knew what she meant, but wasn’t sure what answer she wanted to hear.
“I mean, are we in a relationship? Am I your girl friend? Or are we just as we were, friends?” Concern was apparent in her voice.
“I don’t,” He paused. “I’m not sure what you want.”
“I want you to tell me what you think of me.” She turned her head to look at him.
“You,” He tried to sort the words in his head before he said them. “…Are more than a friend. But I don’t know what that means.” She smiled slightly.
“Neither one of us was taught what love means when we were young. We were both trained and refined to be the best at our given fields. Me, a political figurehead. You, a perfect soldier.” She laughed a little. “I guess things didn’t work out quite as planned did they?”
“Come on, it’s going to get cold in here, let’s get to the bedroom.” Heero said as
he lifted himself from the furniture he was on. Mariemeia followed him to the bedroom, both slipping under the blankets.
TBC
A.N. standard disclaimers apply. This story is getting tough! So far I think I’ve been pretty good at keeping them in-character, but it is getting really challenging! Well, Reviews always appreciated, and I’m going to try and work on my other story I’ve neglected ATW. Thanks Again! -Zeros Lost Soul
