Just a short one-shot I've written because my friend kept bugging me to write something.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Moments. That's all we have with people we love. Or so they say.
One: Hands
Heero wondered what good he will be now that he was not a pilot anymore.
He did not go to school. But he knew that he's better than most of the kids.
He was a gundam pilot, after all. He has skills normal people don't have.
And for one.. Heero was the perfect soldier. He does things methodically, carefully, precisely… thoroughly.
Maybe that's why Relena was moaning as we speak.
"Heero… ahhh. That's great. Please…" Relena moaned. She was unusually talkative whenever they do this. It's uncanny. But he liked it.
He touched her lower back. He knew she's ticklish in that area but she did not laugh like she usually does. Rather, she made a sound so beautiful he wanted to hear it again.
"Ooooh Heero." She uttered his name. He loves hearing her say his name. It's like a drug. Addictive. Very addictive, indeed.
"Keep on going Heero. Oooh, you're goooooood. Keep on doing thaaaat. Oooh. That placeeee." She pleaded. She moaned. Her body is so hot right now, he could also feel his own body getting hot.
Heero continued touching her body. His hands were trailing her spinal cord, his hands going up. He was careful, noting all the places where she would moan the most. He would concentrate in those places. Pleasuring Relena has become Heero's obsession and having pleasure itself has become Relena's favorite hobby.
His hands worked her body.
He may not know what his future holds, what good he would be, now that he's not a pilot anymore. But he knew that his hands would forever be important to some people… especially to Relena.
He may not have a backup plan for his non-solider life.. But he was good with a lot of things.
Such as using his hands to pleasure his friend, Relena.
He did not know that he had such talent.
"You have the best hands Heero. Thanks for the massage."
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