24 Aug 2000
Category: Lemony romance
Pairings: 1xRx2
Disclaimers: I don't own these delightful people (Sunrise and the
Sotsu Agency do, and Bandai has a license to pass them around), nor
do I intend to infringe upon the rights of their owners.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Lemon! Shounen-ai/yaoi, boys kissing girl. Probable sap.
Notes: This one may be confusing, but I've tried to drop enough
clues to make it comprehensible. Switching paragraphs generally
signals a switch in pronoun referent (in other words, "he" doesn't
refer to the same person from paragraph to paragraph). It's
supposed to be a little dizzying, though, so don't worry too much
about it.
Feedback: Always welcome!
<> denotes thoughts.
She swam up from the depths of sleep, recognizing the sounds that meant home. Rain striking the window. A mourning dove calling through the wet morning. A heartbeat, steady against her cheek. She stirred, but only slightly, not wanting to lose the pleasant haze of her drowsing state. So warm. Even her feet were warm. But her shoulders were cold, sticking up out of the covers. She wiggled a little more, pulling at the comforter.
It was enough to wake him, and she felt him shift to pull her closer, the arm under her head bending so he could touch her hair before reaching behind her to tangle fingers in the even longer skein of chestnut hair that spread over all three pillows.
In answer, the arm around her waist tightened. She felt him sigh against the back of her neck, and then the long lines of his body as he stretched, almost waking up. Almost, but not quite. It had always taken a lot to drag him awake. Burrowing more firmly into her hair, he sighed again and lay still.
Her eyes were all the way open now, though, and she decided she'd had quite enough of sleeping. The warmth was making her think of--other things. She tilted her head to meet alert steel-blue eyes, then made them close with her kiss. His other hand moved to cup her face, and he turned slightly to face her more directly. In all their years together, she had never gotten over the surprising gentleness of that lean, muscled body, the ways he used it to set her whole world on fire. Giving herself over to his mouth, his hands, she swayed into him.
Leaning into one kiss had pulled her partway out of the other embrace, though, and a scolding hand tightened on her waist. Deliberately, she arched her body back against him, smiling at his half-awake "mmmmm" of drowsy pleasure. His hands moved to her hips, holding her to him. Definitely waking up now, she decided, then caught her breath as his hands slid down and forward, parting her legs, stroking her. She lifted her arms to twine her hands in his loose hair, drawing his face close enough to kiss. So very good. Violet eyes didn't quite manage to smile as the kiss broke, then began again, but the heat in them made her gasp. It always did.
It was too much, always too much. Her wanton posture left her vulnerable to other assaults--and he was never one to abandon the advantage, his lips trailing fire over her throat, her breasts. Slow spirals of heat, making her go weak, twisting helplessly between them. Now? Please. Now.
Gentle hands pulled her into a slightly more horizontal position almost sideways against his chest, violet eyes striking sparks against steel-blue as they seemed to agree on an attack. Head back, fists tightening in his hair, she waited in aching impatience. Not long.
Bending over her, he drew her legs up and around him, settling into her slowly, so slowly. Still impatient, maddened further by the piercing sweetness of the hands that still explored her, she pushed hungrily up to him, rewarded with his gasp. But he didn't quicken his pace, bracing himself over her, over them, and closing his eyes in concentration. Even he couldn't keep it that slow forever, though--and as he leaned to kiss her lips, then his, she saw the loss of control in his face almost before he realized it had gone. Faster, then--so good--until he arched over her with a groan, eyes desperately seeking hers even while she cried out beneath him.
Heero collapsed onto them, momentarily without words. From where he still lay behind Relena, Duo reached to stroke rough brown hair out of the grey-blue eyes. "Good morning."
Relena managed a weak giggle. "Who needs an alarm?"
"No kidding. Geez, how's a guy supposed to get any sleep with the two of you thrashing around?"
Heero cleared his throat somewhat shakily, but his amused voice was steady. "I think the record will show that she didn't start thrashing until you interfered."
"Glad to see you finally admit who's the master here, Yuy."
"I never said that."
"Why don't you come over here and show me who knows what?"
"Give me a minute. I'm not fifteen any more, remember."
"You have exactly one minute, and then I'm taking the girl."
The girl giggled again. "Oh, no! Not while I have so much to live fo--mmmf!" Duo had decided not to wait a whole minute.
Dominoes, she thought drowsily, then said it aloud. "Dominoes."
"Hm?"
"We sleep like dominoes."
"Nani?"
"You, and you, and me. Overlapping. Dominoes. Not end-to-end, though."
"Relena?"
"Mm?"
"Go back to sleep."
The End
(:./lilias/complicated11)
