Reveal Me
"Barton?" Une said levelly, staring directly at his head. She spoke quietly, not wishing to create a scene.
"Yes, ma'am?"
Respectable, calm and he wouldn't look her in the face. "Imagine my shock when I found out, who you were, Trowa Barton..." She drew his name out slowly, deliberately.
He didn't answer but stared down at his shined up boots, also looking down Une smiled at she caught his gaze in the wavering reflection of his high, knee high boots. Smiling, her eyes lit up as a quick flush flashed across his cheeks.
Placing a hand on his elbow she drew his hand to hers, clasping it against her gloved one, her other bare hand the glove resting on her wrist, pressed his hand between the contrasting feelings of her hands.
"Barton..." Une whispered, "You can't believe what I wanted to do to you," she pressed her lips against his ear, bringing him close as her hot breath smelling of candy floss flowed between their faces.
Shuddering slightly, his half-lips parted, one corner lifting up in a denied attempt at suppressing moan. Looking up, his eyes fluttering delicately, one bare against the warm, tanned, oiled skin, luminescent under the paler trailer lights. The other stares directly out of a mask, caught in the conflicting colours, restricted.
Stroking the cool, hard flat, curved surface she rips it off his face suddenly. Without it he smiles devilishly, then starts laughing, a full, throaty laugh. Hands encircling her waist he presses against her eagerly, kissing her collarbone, small bursts of laughter rocking his throat and the feel of his kisses.
"You laugh...?"
"Because I can, have you ever heard me before?"
"No..." She trails a hand, down his bare back, loving how his muscles quiver under nails and fingertips.
"Do you like it?" Before she can answer he kisses her. A hand slipping into her skirt, feeling the edge of her knickers. She plays with the pom poms on his baggy pants.
"Barton, you do make me laugh!" Giggling she stretches back, her sheer top riding high to the bottom of her breasts. He kisses her belly button, swirls a tongue and she groans, toying with his hair.
Lifting her up onto the narrow bench of the kitchenette, she spreads her legs and then quickly crosses them, winking naughtily at the gob smacked clown. Smiling, she curls a leg around the black boots, feeling the hard leather with the arch of her foot.
He breaths heavily, in and out, speaking a hint of laughter carrying on his tone, "So... What kind of things?"
She laughs, throwing her head back, nearly bumping her head on the high cabinets, before snapping his head back and taking his lips in a possessive kiss.