You are mine

By Imprimatur

Disclaimer: Don't own anything, make no money!

Pairing: 01+02

Warning: shonen ai, romance,…hmm I think that's all

You are mine

I steel myself as I open the door. I can see you're already there, on your laptop. I feel my heart fluttering in my chest. That kiss last night was wonderful. All I want is to kiss you again.

-The night before...-

The party is great-everyone having fun, dancing, singing, drinking the night away, and the club is perfect. Loud. Packed. Hot. I feel the eyes of some guy run over my body, and my blood boils. I need it. No. I need you. You, who drives me crazy with your short brown hair, you icy blue eyes, your sweet, crimson lips. My eyes scan the dancefloor, searching. Where are you? There. Just off the dancefloor.

You're bored, I can tell.

I make my way over to you, swaying my hips as I move through the crush.

"You ok?"

"Hn."

I can't help but smile.

"We could go, if you want to?" You shake your head, just like you always do.

I leave you, just for a drink, and my long braid whips against my back. I like to make it dance for the crowd.

I order my drink-a hard lemon kiss. I can feel the eyes on my back, but before I can move, he reaches me. His breath is hot against my neck. It feels good, but it isn't you. Soft hands touch my braid, and I cannot move. I can only hope. Imagine that it's you.

I exhale, my lungs demanding air. My heated blood decides to move, now, all of it flowing in one direction, concentrating in one place. I can see the man who isn't you in the mirror, but I don't want to. I close my eyes, wishing that it was you.

Your touch feels so good. Every particle of my being cries for it. I'm so hot. I squirm a little. I gently lay my head back, silently begging for your kiss. The gentle tug on my braid sends electric shocks through my body. Then you stop, your hands suddenly gone from my body, no longer caressing my hair. Paniced, I open my eyes, whirling around.

There you are. Your fingers clutch the other man's throat, squeezing the life out of him.

"Please."

I touch your arm, begging for his life.

You glare at him for a moment longer, then your fingers slowly uncurl. Your eyes burn as hot as your voice cuts cold.

"Don't touch him."

In that moment, you move, and a second later, I feel what I've been waiting for, for so long. Your lips, as sweet as I'd imagined them, press hard against my own, your tongue sliding against my lips. I slowly part my lips under that intoxicating pressure. This must be a dream. I can feel the soft muscle of your tongue entering my mouth, Can taste the sweetness of your mouth. I now know just how good you taste, and in that moment, I know it's not a dream.

I know that it's not a dream that pulls away from me. You don't smile at me. You don't make a comment. "I'm leaving."

I follow, but you ignore me again.

-Now...-

I need all my courage to enter your room. The night had been pure hell on Earth for me. Alone in my room, that kiss seemed so far away, but much too real to forget. Even if you hurt me, hate me, kill me: I need to know.

"Hn?"

"Heero, I need to talk to you." I take in a deep breath, then set it free, "Why'd you attack that man last night?"

Your eyes narrow, "He touched you."

This confuses me. What kind of answer is that? What kind of answer do I want? "Why'd you kiss me?"

Your eyes widen in astonishment. You get up, moving to stand before me. Is that a smile?

"Because you are mine."

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