02-Oct-2003
Title: After the Rain Falls (part 2 of 2)
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GWAddiction, GWNation
Category: yaoi, sap
Pairings: 3x1
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: This one fits into my Heero/Trowa universe. This is the honeymoon story. ^_^ Finally, eh? Well, yeah. I needed to write something a bit happier. But, you wouldn't believe how long this took in comparison to most of my lemons. Well, okay, it took less time than my last yuri lemon, but the buildup on this one was what got me. Now, I must go work on other things because I'm finally feeling as though all of those unfinished fics of mine want to be completed as I've got a temporary break from extremely new ideas (and no one has any clue how happy this makes me). Enjoy! (And, sorry it took so long! I know... I started this fic in mid-2001. >_<)
The plane landed with no complications, and only then did Trowa and Heero Yuy pull apart and begin to look for their clothing. It had been an intense journey, made all the moreso by the couple's first bout of sex since the wedding. It was a sort of honeymoon before the honeymoon, and it was enough to take the edge off and allow them to truly enjoy each other's company until that evening.
Iceland was a beautiful country. The grass was so green, and the air was so refreshing. For as out of the way as it was, it was completely worth it for both Heero and Trowa. While they planned to make the most of their honeymoon in order to be together physically, they also hoped to have just as much fun, if not quite so messy, on the rest of their trip. With the beautiful scenery, they could spend hours on the balcony off of their room, just sipping coffee and cuddling and tossing around odd bits of conversation. Heero grinned and thought of the board games that Trowa had thoughtfully brought along while saying, "We can't possibly have sex the *entire* time. We'd get dehydrated."
They arrived at their hotel without complication as well, and checked in. Their room was ready and waiting, and so was a meal. Relena had taken care of the details down to the very last thing, it seemed. They had a fully-stocked honeymoon suite done in deep greens and blues and a warm meal with piping hot coffee waiting for them with fresh, sweet cream. Heero had tried to tip the bellhop as he finished setting down their things, but he merely held up one hand and said, "Please, sir, I've received enough. I don't want my wife thinking the wrong things!"
Their meal was set out on the cozy table in the room so that they might sit across from each other. The food was delicious, and tasted more fresh than anything the two could ever remember having. Though, perhaps the air made the food taste better. All of the war from the previous years had left a very thin coat of ash on most of the land. It was stirred up by any activity, and while rain suppressed it, as soon as the ash dried, it was stirred up anew and was likely to be in any air you might breathe in. This air didn't have that same quality, and the newlywed couple felt the difference in everything around them and wondered how they would handle going back to the old grind after the honeymoon. Everything would be different, for as much as things might stay the same. Trowa already had scads of paperwork sitting on the desk in their apartment, just waiting for his brand new signature. He hadn't taken taking on Heero's name lightly, but it seemed just as well. Neither one of them knew their own birth names, and Trowa secretly thought "Trowa and Heero Yuy" had quite a ring to it.
After eating, the newlyweds got their belongings in place for the next week, or at least as much so as seemed necessary. Afterward, Trowa decided to take a small tour of the suite. The bedroom was nice, of course, but there wasn't much to it. The bulk of the room was taken up by a California King size canopy bed with a hunter green bedspread. Trowa left the room and took a glance around the living room in the middle of the suite. The dining table was there, and there was a generally cozy feeling which seemed to radiate from more than just the fire in the fireplace. Trowa moved on to the small kitchen, and admired the design of the kitchen. The designer hadn't had much room to work with, but had still created an ideal kitchen. Trowa opened up the refrigerator and glanced at the contents. His lips quirked slightly as he saw the contents. While the main portion of the fridge was devoted to food that one might actually cook with, the contents of the door seemed to include only the type of ice cream toppings which might be used during sex. Trowa kept these in mind for dessert one evening, then remembered he had one room left to check out.
Trowa made his way back to the bedroom, expecting to see Heero finishing up his unpacking as he walked in. He didn't see his lover, so assumed that he went into the bathroom. The door was open, so Trowa quickly entered and saw Heero leaning against one wall and gazing longingly at the large garden tub and the many kinds of bubble bath, shampoo and conditioner. Heero turned to Trowa and said, "Do you think we could do this tonight? I'm still a bit sticky from our plane ride, and I'm getting lots of naughty ideas right now."
Already stripping off his jacket and throwing it to the floor, Trowa nodded. "That sounds like a plan to me. Get naked. Whoever's done last has to run the water!" As Heero already had his jacket off, the two were evenly paced as they rushed to strip. Both could have gone faster, but the urge to watch the clothes be peeled away from their lovers bodies was more than a bit overwhelming. In the end, however, Heero won as Trowa's jeans were tighter and took more manuevering to remove himself from. Trowa happily walked over to the taps and began fiddling with the water and the temperature. He put the plug in the drain as soon as he was happy with it, then looked through the various bottles along the bathtub's side. One bottle made him chuckle slightly. "Relena really does think of everything, Heero."
Heero looked up, startled, from trying to choose the two softest towels of the bunch he had been provided with. His face was calm as he read the label, then his eyes went wide as he comprehended the words. "Underwater Lube?" Trowa nodded, and Heero cleared his throat slightly. "Make sure you have that at the ready."
When the tub was full and frothing with bubbles that smelled faintly of lavender, Trowa and Heero approached and immediately reached out to grab one another. They drew close for a soft kiss, and their arms entangled and their hardnesses sought one another and it was magic. The other's skin felt like the softest velvet and tasted of intangible things like dreams and destiny. Lips which sought pressure found it easily enough, and hips that pressed forward were likewise amused. But when the first noise escaped past Trowa's lips, for it had seemed a game and Heero was a vicious player, they pulled apart and took turns sliding into the water until the bubbles were up to their ears.
Heero approached Trowa slowly. "Remember: you're on top."
Trowa lifted Heero and floated him slowly through the water. "How could I forget? It's been in my mind for the last two hours." He attacked Heero's neck with his lips, almost bruising on contact as he suckled gently and let his teeth in to play a bit. Heero appreciated the delicate pain that grounded him and took him to another level all the while.
Heero let out a trembling moan and wrapped his arms smoothly around Trowa's broad shoulders. "Oh, god... you always know just where I need it."
Grasping tightly at Heero's hips, Trowa lifted him slightly and pulled him forward until Heero's chest pressed against his own. He groaned slightly and clenched his jaw for a moment. "It's just that I need to give it to you." He ground his erection against Heero's and said, "And now I need to give you this. Do you want this?"
Feeling as though he was slowly going mad with need, Heero ground his hips when Trowa did and moaned merely from the tone of voice that Trowa used. His lover usually only spoke when words were important, but his bedroom voice was what Heero's wet dreams were made of (and sometimes caused by, as Heero had recognized that nights when he had wet dreams were mostly nights when Trowa spoke in his sleep). Then he realized that he hadn't answered Trowa's question yet, so he nodded vigorously, then buried his head at Trowa's shoulder, placing soft kisses there as Trowa thrust softly against him. Here, doing this, the air was not so different.
As Heero kissed along Trowa's neck, Trowa fumbled for the lubrication. They wouldn't need much. Though Heero often topped, he bottomed often enough that Trowa often didn't need anything more than his own natural lubrication to ready him, but this time, when the days were so promising for so much, he wanted to ensure that their options were open in whichever direction they might decide to go.
Heero let out his breath in an excited puff as Trowa's fingers sought his entrance, feeling the difference between where one hand grabbed him fully while another kept two fingers free for other reasons. When he felt those fingers and where they touched, his memory sparked and soft visions of previous experiences washed over Heero as excitement rose in his veins, and in his cock, and in everything that called attention to itself. There was mounting passion in the air that seemed to take up all that tension might have tried to fill, and Trowa was grateful. Heero had a probably of being too tight if he was excited sometimes, and as much fun as it was to nudge him open nice and slow, tonight was smooth and steady as he pressed the head of his cock against Heero's entrance after lifting him slightly, and then pulled him down, reeling him in, until Heero was firmly seated and already panting.
Trowa's arms wrapped around Heero's back as Heero's wrapped around his own and they clutched at one another and sought entrance at each other's mouths, and their hips were involved in an intricate dance which was not so much movement as it was something else entirely that overwhelmed all else. The warm water in which they sat only seemly to lend a degree of surreality to the event, as though they were floating in some perfect haven. Though, were either to name a place to stay forever, they were each likely to name the other's arms.
Lips were crushed against each other and against shoulders and chests and necks and foreheads and cheeks and the pressure was there, and it was comforting, and it anchored the physical pleasure from the otherworldly passion that flowed through them both as they barely moved and still drew at breaths like a flickering flame.
Nothing else mattered at the time, only that the passion was building. It kept forming and shaping, and almost seemed to create a physical manifestation of the love they felt for one enother, and they clawed at each other's backs and the dried skin which came off with the water felt like clay, somehow, and each man felt that he had finished a scultpure of the perfect man and had somehow given him life with merely his love.
And, perhaps, that had been closer to the truth than either could bring themselves to admit.
They held each other in a tight embrace, their lips to each other's shoulders as they came, slowly moving together toward perfection. Their cries were muffled, but the simultaneous shouts of "I love you!" could not be mistaken.
Then, it was over, and Trowa was slowly, and carefully, lifting Heero and lovingly letting him down again. Heero let himself rest lazily against Trowa's chest and together, they drained the tub, then stepped together into the shower, and they cleaned up. They wrapped in the fuzzy towels that Heero has approved of, and entered the bedroom again. Pulling on flannel pajama bottoms and sweatshirts and thick socks, Heero and Trowa settle down for the evening. It was early to be going to bed, but the sunrise was certain to be something to watch and tomorrow had so much promise now that they were completely together. They crawled into each other's arms and fell to sleep in the same breath.
They slept gently and peaceably and awoke in the morning just before dawn's first light shone soft above the horizon. Trowa stumbled into the kitchen and began to brew a pot of coffee, and Heero follwed and attempted to find breakfast. There was a fruit basket in the living room, so he liberated several orange, bananas, and bunches of grapes, and used the bottom half of the front of his sweatshirt as a makeshift bag. Trowa came in a moment later with the day's first coffee, and they made their way out onto the balcony.
There was an old wicker loveseat with a small table in front of it. The coffee and fruit went on the table and Heero and Trowa cuddled together on the loveseat, and then Trowa spoke the first words of the day, for their routine was one they had followed for a while now. Trowa said, as he shifted slightly in Heero's embrace, "I never thought we'd make it to this."
Heero let out a short burst of laughter, but held Trowa a bit tighter. "I'm glad we did, though." He paused, then let his fingers trail up so that his thumb traced Trowa's bottom lip. "I love you." He cocked his head very slightly. "I don't think I could possibly say how much, though."
Trowa nestled into Heero's arms and smiled softly. "Then it might just come close to how much I love you, after all." He kissed Heero's thumb where Heero had pulled it away slightly to let Trowa speak, then wrapped his arms around Heero's so that they were almost one, but not quite. There were limits between them, but sometimes they almost had to pass beyond them to remember they existed after all.
The remainder of their honeymoon was much like the first day. Iceland didn't offer much in the way of sightseeing where they were staying, but their walks and picnics and other such activities only seemed that much better because of it. Though they weren't doing much, they were togther, and that kept the boredom away as much as sightseeing might have. Though, no sight was worth missing the experience of playing Monopoly on a beach in Iceland. They could certainly have enjoyed each other's bodies more than they did, but exhaustion seemed too high a price to pay for the comfort of the way they were going about their days.
The trip back home had them seated in plane seats and watching the sun rise over Iceland one last time as they sipped at their hot coffee and wondered once again how the readjustment was going to be.
When they arrived at the airport, they were pleasantly surprised. The air was the same somehow, and despite having responsibilities to attend to, they seemed less of a hassle than they had a week ago. This honeymoon had been a vacation as well, and that had been wonderful.
Just as the pair were about to get into a cab to go home, Heero took note of the more-than-dew-wet grass. He smiled as he slid in next to Trowa in the backseat of the cab. Trowa noted and smile and said, "What's up?"
Heero continued to smile and said, "I'm just thinking that good things always seem to happen to us after it rains. So, today will be a good day."
Trowa smiled as well and threaded his fingers through Heero's. "As long as we're together, every day is going to be a good day." He leaned over and put his head on Heero's shoulder; a slightly uncomfortable position as he was taller. Heero took note and slid his head under Trowa's so that they were both comfortable and relaxed. The ride home was silent, but it was warm in the way that fire is not, but sitting in front of a fireplace with your lover is. It was blankets for two instead of one and twice as much coffee in the morning and two bookmarks in one book. Love had a warmth, and while it was a very warm beginning of June, the heart can be cold, but theirs were not.
And the air was clear, and the grass was damp, and the war was nowhere to be seen.
Owari. ^__~
(:./jennykim/moments14)
