Author's Note: This vignette is dedicated to Raye B. without whose gentle prodding in a review of my story, "Ante Up!" I would never have found the impetus to finally write down this scene that has been floating around in my head for some time. It is Heero's POV during the beautiful "Kiss" scene from the Gundam Wing comic book Blind Target. Thank you Raye B. --Iris ^_~
--------
The Kiss
Soft. Textured from dehydration, but silken soft. A sweetness and warm exhalation met his lips as he touched them lightly, fearfully, and painfully full of need against her own. Just the briefest touch, and he pulled back, an inch, another, so that Relena's mouth was still tantalizingly close, her breath still coming in quick, light puffs of warmth to tease him into wanting more. He wanted more. He always wanted more. Heero forced his eyes open and was met with her bewildered gaze, the eloquence of her brows forming a question that couldn't seem to make it past those soft, quivering lips. He still held her hand locked in his own, held between them both as barrier and bond. How could he answer that question? How could he tell her that he was ashamed of what he wanted, that he could be so selfish, crude and hungry. That he was just a weak and puerile child, who strove to find a nobler way to give her his devotion? How could he tell her that her faith in him had marked him like a brand, searing him with a desire for purity that this touch could only threaten. She had no idea what he fought against inside himself when she came this near. She was unaware, incapable of comprehending such baseness. She was too pure. Her eyes, staring at him in question and hope and purest love, they could only change to revulsion if she knew what his body screamed for him to do. How later, in darkest privacy he would touch himself and sweat with shame and desire as he moaned her name into the loneliness of his room, fighting to leave this demon behind, before returning to guard her from the filthy shadows where he belonged.
And so he broke the bond and left the barrier, dropping her gentle hand and running for his ship, blind to everything as he licked his bottom lip with a dry and tentative tongue remembering the sweetness of her breath and the feel of her soft, soft lips against his own, savoring that contact as his last and feeling the strange stirrings of joy within his heart.
--------
For your reading pleasure, here is the message that drove me to write this little piece...
Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2001 12:39:17 -0700
From: bot@fanfiction.net
Reply-to: zim_zym@yahoo.com
Subject: FanFiction.Net ReviewAlert @ 6/28/2001 12:39 PM
To: heeropeacecraft@yahoo.com
Following is the review just submitted to your story titled Ante Up!
-----------------------------------------------------------
Please don't ever write about Heero kissing (or doing anything else for that matter) Relena again, or else I will personally kick your ass. Good discription though. - Raye B. (zim_zym@yahoo.com)
--------
The Kiss
Soft. Textured from dehydration, but silken soft. A sweetness and warm exhalation met his lips as he touched them lightly, fearfully, and painfully full of need against her own. Just the briefest touch, and he pulled back, an inch, another, so that Relena's mouth was still tantalizingly close, her breath still coming in quick, light puffs of warmth to tease him into wanting more. He wanted more. He always wanted more. Heero forced his eyes open and was met with her bewildered gaze, the eloquence of her brows forming a question that couldn't seem to make it past those soft, quivering lips. He still held her hand locked in his own, held between them both as barrier and bond. How could he answer that question? How could he tell her that he was ashamed of what he wanted, that he could be so selfish, crude and hungry. That he was just a weak and puerile child, who strove to find a nobler way to give her his devotion? How could he tell her that her faith in him had marked him like a brand, searing him with a desire for purity that this touch could only threaten. She had no idea what he fought against inside himself when she came this near. She was unaware, incapable of comprehending such baseness. She was too pure. Her eyes, staring at him in question and hope and purest love, they could only change to revulsion if she knew what his body screamed for him to do. How later, in darkest privacy he would touch himself and sweat with shame and desire as he moaned her name into the loneliness of his room, fighting to leave this demon behind, before returning to guard her from the filthy shadows where he belonged.
And so he broke the bond and left the barrier, dropping her gentle hand and running for his ship, blind to everything as he licked his bottom lip with a dry and tentative tongue remembering the sweetness of her breath and the feel of her soft, soft lips against his own, savoring that contact as his last and feeling the strange stirrings of joy within his heart.
--------
For your reading pleasure, here is the message that drove me to write this little piece...
Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2001 12:39:17 -0700
From: bot@fanfiction.net
Reply-to: zim_zym@yahoo.com
Subject: FanFiction.Net ReviewAlert @ 6/28/2001 12:39 PM
To: heeropeacecraft@yahoo.com
Following is the review just submitted to your story titled Ante Up!
-----------------------------------------------------------
Please don't ever write about Heero kissing (or doing anything else for that matter) Relena again, or else I will personally kick your ass. Good discription though. - Raye B. (zim_zym@yahoo.com)