19-Nov-2000
Warning: LEMON--if girl/guy pairings in GW bug you don't read!
Pairing: 2+H, 2+1, 1xH (both implied)
POV: Hilde
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys or the girl. The words in between are mine.
Archive: Anyone want to? Be my guest, just warn me before hand.
After sharing our deep and privately guarded psychological demons in the morning light we spent the next three weeks learning how to be with each other. I think we learned to be easy with ourselves as well.
We didn't talk a lot, didn't seem to need the words. With Duo there was always something going on, something being said, like living life with one finger constantly on the fast forward button. Heero was different. Quiet, deliberate, thoughtful. I was expecting him to be analytic; I wasn't prepared against the thoughtfulness. God grant me patience, the man was also anal as all get out.
Do you have any idea how long it takes that man to pick out a casaba melon?
"Heero, will you just pick a melon so we can go already?" I huffed. I swear, if I 'd tolerated it he would have broken out the measuring implements right in the middle of the super market.
He looked at me over his shoulder, holding the melon in one hand and snorted something that sounded suspiciously like 'baka.' But he did walk over to the cart and place the melon in the spot arranged for it. He organizes shopping carts. Christ on a crutch.
We got the shopping done according to the list and got out. It would have been faster if it had just been no list, and me, but I never tell him that.
Besides Yuy's utter inability to finish a shopping list, we had very few problems living together. His anal retentiveness was actually something of a relief at work in the scrap yard. I could always count on him to finish whatever project I gave him. Heero quickly became one of my task mangers. The other workers accepted him relatively easily as well, which is saying something. Most of my mechanics are veterans from one war or another. I've been 'collecting' them since the war. The older ones, the really good ones who could give the Mad 5 and Howard a run for their money, were survivors of the Urban Wars. Survivors, they insisted, because in those days everyone fought everyone.
It was the survivors who took to Heero the quickest. They liked his quick hands and sharp mind. They appreciated his silence, and they understood that blank spot inside. The rest of my crew watched the old men and when the Urban War survivors accepted Heero, they did without a word. The relief I felt is indescribable.
Heero asked about my crew one time, confused as to why I would not only accept but also apparently seek out potentially unstable although unmistakably competent men. I told him, he nodded, and we ate dinner. Heero didn't ask again. A girl could get used to this.
And after his first day of work I discovered just how thin the walls were in this house.
I awoke to a muffled sound, something not quite right in the night. Something I hadn't heard in over a year. Not quite crying, but like half swallowed screaming. I sat up, debating about an appropriate course of action. Heero may not take to well to being woken out of the grips out some sneaking half-memory. I hesitated, clutching at the blanket when the low whimpering sound crept thought the walls like a ghost to tug at my heart with small hands. I pulled the Berretta out of the holster and walked out my room, gun held low. I placed my hand on Heero's door. I could hear him shifting and that small sound came limping out of the room. I knocked and called his name, no response. Slipping the gun into the waistband of my shorts, safety on, I pushed the door slowly open. In my night vision I could see his twisting form. He sat bolt upright when I stepped gently into the room.
"Hilde?" His voice was confused, not sure if I was real or dream, friend or foe.
"It's me. I heard something... " I moved no further into the room and kept my hands in his view. Soldiers tend to act and then think.
He put his head against his drawn knees and took measured breaths. "I had that damned dream."
"Can I come into the room?"
He nodded against his knees; I could barely see it.
I gingerly walked across the cold floorboards to stand next to his bed. I brushed a hand against across his hair and he shuddered a little. When he looked up all I could see was the Irish blue of his eyes. I drown in his sorrow. I felt a little place in my heart move over and give him room. I gasped when he suddenly wrapped his arms around my hips and pulled me into him. He buried his face against my stomach. I gently placed my hand on his head and held myself very still.
"You brought a gun?"
"Always." My voice was getting ready to run. Damned traitor. I thought I saw Heero's teeth flash in a smile.
"A cautious soldier."
"A living soldier."
"Aa."
"Do you need to talk?"
He hid his face against me with a minute shudder.
"It can wait then." I brushed my hand down his back, and reveled for one guilty moment in the smooth play of his muscles.
Heero sighed against me. I started to pull away, unsure of myself and the line I was toeing. When I started to pull back he tightened his grip around my hips and tugged. With a startled squeak I tumbled onto his bed and him, our noses bumped.
"This is a bad plan, Heero. Definite bad plan." My voice was shaking. When I brought myself up to my elbows he grunted a little at the shift in my weight. I felt him all the way down my body. His heat was seeping into me, chasing away the lonely chill. God help me, I was in a really bad spot for temptation, and this was a place I've been before. A place I've fallen before.
Heero didn't answer me, just slid his fingers around the waistband of my shorts and took away the gun. I could feel his body stretch as he reached up to place the Berretta on the nightstand. Losing the gun was like losing one of the walls that I'd put up between him and me. Heero very gently touched my shoulders, but didn't hold me. He was giving me space, and escape route if I wanted it. And the terrifying thing was I didn't want it. I wanted him.
I started to sit up so I was straddling his hips. I meeped softly when I realized that the lust level was definitely reciprocal. I was blushing like mad, grateful for the concealing darkness. He sat up against the headboard so we were eyelevel. My breathing was erratic, and I was beginning to wonder if someone had snuck in and replaced my quiet, wounded, thoughtful Heero.
"Hilde... " He said my name like a question and a plea. He didn't touch me, but his gaze had a tangible weight.
My voice had completely deserted me, run away from my confusion. I just shook my head.
We sat breathing together in the darkness. I didn't move and he didn't touch me, but we were painfully aware of each other's presence. I swallowed hard and found my voice.
" I think... this is a bad plan. Things are complicated enough." But I didn't move, because, quite frankly, I think my knees would have collapsed and dropped me on my face.
Heero ran the tips of his fingers across my cheeks before resting them against my lips. "I don't want to be alone, not right now."
The request, the plea, was so unusual for the Heero I had come to know. My resolve when it came to him was weak already, but every time I saw this vulnerability I crumbled a little. When I reached out to cup his face he kissed my palms. I titled his face up and sat up on my knees to look down at him. "Why is it that we always have 'ta complicate things?"
"Duo?"
I nodded.
Heero wrapped his arms around me. "For tonight, can we let it go?"
I laughed when I wanted to cry. "If it wasn't for him... "
Heero kissed me, sweet and slow. "I know."
I moaned into his mouth when he ran his hands up my legs to rest on my hips. He pulled away and stared up at me with those vivid eyes. "What do you see in me?"
I blinked at the unexpected question. He's good at that, hitting you with questions when you don't expect them. "I don't know. I just see you. I can't put all that into words. You break down my walls though, and I don't know what to do about it."
He did a sort of sit up that made his abs bunch beautifully and caught my lips. "Me, too. Is this a good thing?"
"I don't know."
I stopped thinking about it. Heero moved that clever mouth down my neck to the neckline of my tank top. He growled, wolfish, when the cloth got in his way. I whimpered a little and he stopped, watching me, worried. I smiled slightly and kissed him hard enough to take his breath away. My self-control had finally run for the hill. I have to say it was about damned time.
"Hilde?"
"We'll figure it out in the morning."
"Aa."
I think he was amused a little at this sudden capitulation but I couldn't be sure. I slid my hands over his chest, running fingertips across his abs, and reveled in the feeling of the muscles tensing under the feather-soft touch. I nipped at his ear and heard him moan a little, and then bent to taste the base of his neck. I thought dawned on me and I reared up fast enough to accidentally smack my head against his jaw.
"Ow, shit. I'm sorry, Heero. Promise to kiss and make it better."
"Aa. Daijoubu."
"But, am I your first? Girl, I mean?"
"Aa."
How he managed to make a monosyllabic vowel sound so embarrassed was beyond me, but let me tell you it was so~o cute. I kissed his nose.
"Promise to be gentle with you."
"Hn. Baka."
"Hey, you see a braid on me?"
That made him give me a maniacal grin before he flipped me over, using all that hidden strength. I blinked up at him and he kissed me nose, making me cross my eyes to follow his motion.
"Leverage."
"Noticed, whatchya gonna do with it?"
Those cobalt eyes blazed like magnesium, making me forget to breathe when I looked into them. I think I understand, Duo, when you could not let this one go. Nothing I had could match that fire, that intensity. Heero could make you feel like you were the center of his world, that everything he had was focused just on you. It was terrifying, humbling, and exhilarating. I had the feeling that I was playing with flames but would never, never, get burned, not by him.
I slid my hands up his sides, through his thick hair, and pulled him down to me. I kissed him without closing my eyes, watching him. He brought one hand to trace the line of my jaw, and then he followed that tender line with his mouth. I arched under him when he nipped at my neck. My hands were making mindless circles on his back. The blankets were tangled around his legs, making it difficult for him to move. I giggled as he kicked them away with more force that success. He responded by tickling me senseless for a moment.
This playfulness and caution, it was disarming, alarming, but I had nothing to defend my self with. He had stolen my barricades without even knowing it. God defend me, I'd fallen again without knowing it. Duo? Is this what happened to you? Did we overwhelm you with our need and affection? Did we blind you with our devotion? What's wrong with me? Philosophizing with one absent lover while I cheat on him with the other.
Heero lay over me, holding his weight off me on his elbows, waiting for something. Permission perhaps. I reached up and kissed his nose. His eyes crossed for a moment.
"Your clothes are in the way."
"Well then, Perfect Soldier, take them off."
"Ninmu Ryoukai."
I laughed at that, but it turned into a moan when Heero gently tugged up my tank-top and kissed the exposed line of my ribs. I raised my arms and he pulled the flimsy clothe completely off. His eyes seemed to devour me, and I felt my ears get hot. It was a strange mix of curiosity, lust, and ... wonder, I guess, that lived in his gaze. He kissed me.
"You are beautiful. Ephemeral... umph."
"Is that ephemeral?"
"Ah, no. Do it again."
I kissed him again, wrapping my arms around him, pressing against him, absorbing his heat. Heero moaned into my mouth when I ground my hips against him.
"Off." I muttered around his sensuous mouth. "OFF."
Heero gathered me one armed into his embrace and did a sort of girl push up to get me off the bed, with one hand he yanked my shorts and underwear straight off. Damned if I knew how he did it, but it was cool.
"Wow."
Heero smirked as he settled me back on the bed. How does a guy make a smirk sexy? I gasped and bit down on his shoulder when he slipped two fingers inside me. His thumb found my clit and I almost came off the bed. Heero paused, making me whimper.
"This?"
He made my world spin and explode. I moaned his name against his shoulder, shuddering when his mouth found my breast. I fisted my hands in his hair and pulled him up to kiss him. I half screamed into his mouth when I came.
"Wow."
So my vocabulary is rather limited in some situations. So sue me.
I hooked one leg behind his knee and pushed. I giggled unrepentantly when he lay blinking up at me. I kissed his nose.
"Leverage." Heero commented.
I didn't reply; I was too busy kissing a line down his chest. His back arched when I tentatively slipped my tongue around the tip of his cock. I grinned when he moaned my name and fisted his hands in the bed sheets. I let one hand wander up to make lazy patterns across his tense stomach and cupped him with the other. He groaned when I brought him completely into my mouth. Driving him perilously close to the edge was so easy it made me wonder. He was unbelievable sensitive. He called my name and murmured staccato Japanese words when I finally let him slip into euphoria.
I crawled back up his body, kissing random places. I grinned foolishly at him when he blinked pleasure fogged blue eyes at me. The Perfect Soldier in afterglow is a really cute sight, let me tell you. Those dark lashed eyes took a while to focus on me.
"Sugoi." I think I knew that word, but my own pleasure-befuddled brain didn't see the point in translating.
He reached up and cuddled me against his chest. I sighed and collapsed completely against him. Heero's hands wandered all over my body, slowly pulling a warm blanket of general pleasure over me. His hands found my breasts, just touching them, rolling the nipples between his fingers, utterly fascinated.
"Why is it that men are always drawn to the boobs?"
"We don't have them."
"Well, that's simple."
"Aa."
Heero's downtime was amazingly short. Almost shorter than Duo's. He watched me with wide uncertain eyes when I slowly lowered myself onto him. Oh, my did that feel good. I hummed in pleasure. I was going to take it soft and slow, controlled, until my mind exploded at the feel of him. Him inside me, his hands resting on my thighs, his heart beat under my fingers. That sweep of hot lust crashed over me and took both of us for a ride.
I kissed his mouth, ravaging it. Nipped at his neck, leaving little marks. I let my hands roam everywhere and just rode him. I took him and he let me. I don't think he would have known how to stop me even if he wanted to. The pleasure/tension pounded through my blood, thundered in my ears, and heated my kisses. I was aware of Heero's hands on my breasts, my hips. I was aware of him pulling me down to meet his thrusts. I know I screamed his name when I came and I know he screamed mine.
When I slowly drifted into awareness in the late morning I had two thoughts. The first was my stuffed doge had gotten a heck of a lot bigger, and the second was that I was way late to work. I willed the thought away and snuggled closer to the warm male chest, and sighed.
Hold that. Male?
I looked up into Heero's blue eyes and blinked.
"Ohayo."
"Um, Good morning?"
"Regrets?"
"Nope."
I kissed Heero until the tension bled out of his shoulders. We lay there in the late morning. Cuddling. Who knew the Perfect Soldier had a fondness for snuggling under the covers in the late dawn light? I sighed and gave him a small push. He grunted at me.
"Get up."
Heero pinned my arms above my head and I glared at him.
"Heero, we have work."
He kissed me, running a hand down my side and back up. Did I mention both my wrists fit into one of his hands?
"Seriously, Heero, we have work. Get. Up."
He kissed my neck and rolled one nipple between his fingers. I hissed for a moment at the sensation.
"You're not going to distract me like that."
He grinned.
We skipped work.
End of Part 4
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