AN: My first ever Hiead/Zero fic! I'm happy, regardless of its length....ot
lack there of.....
**sweatdrops**
It's...well.....Zero's thoughts, I guess.
I am terribly tempted to write a sequal, where the story is not seen through anyone's P.O.V.
Where it is just written in Second person, instead of third, and takes on a much more.....**coughs** detailed description.... **smiles sweetly**
Anyway, hope you like. This only took me about......twenty minutes to devise and write. I finished it in one sitting! **grins** I know, I know, not too much of an....accomplishment, demo......
I couldn't resist, so........
I hope you like!!!
~ * ~ * ~
I know, I know. It's kinda...well....*creepy* to even imply such things as Hiead kissing me. Demo, you wouldn't understand.
The first time it happened....was.........simply.......what's the word? Wonderful, might describe things good enough, I suppose.
Wonderful...........
So sweet, so tempting, so.......*nice.*
I swear he could hear my heart beating before his lips touched mine. And I swear, just as profusely, that I could smell roses........yes, roses.......on the fabric of his shirt.
The way Hiead ran his long, graceful fingers through my hair; the way his tongue, gentle and carressing, explored my mouth almost....hungrily....but not demandingly. I didn't believe; *couldn't* believe that I was kissing him! Hiead Gner! The most coldly detached and violent boy within the entire Academy! And....the most beautiful.
Geeze, here I am, Zero Enna, acting like a school-girl and swooning over that red-eyed bastard.
An incredibly *hot* red-eyed bastard, I might add. But still a jerk and an asshole, nonetheless.
Except that once, when he grabbed my wrist harshly, pressed me flat against that cold, hard wall, and kissed the lovely life right out of me.
And I let him, too......
I *wanted* it.
And, perhaps, that is the strangest, most intriguing prospect of all: I had kissed back; I had ran *my* hands through *his* hair; and I had moaned and groaned, in painful pleasure.
Hard to really think of pleasure as pain...demo....it's true.
Silver-white hair, bathed by the moonlight, and wine-red pools of ocean peircing my very soul.....
I wonder if.....maybe....I had touched him.....shook his heart....like he had my own.
I wonder....honestly wonder......why had he kissed me in that empty hallway? Why?
Does he love me?
Do I love him?
And, if not.....if Hiead Gner was merely playing; toying mercilessly with my poor, vulnerable innocence............then.......I ask myself....day after day.........night after night............
.......why does he come to me? Every evening, while Clay is asleep, unaware of our secret affair?
Why, then, do we make love.....and every morning, awake early, wrapped in eachother's arms?
Why does he whisper, so lazily, so coyly, against my lips, that he thinks I'm beautiful?
Why, then, does he stare at me during training lessons, and smirk, that oh- so-sweet smirk?
Why?
And why do I allow him?
Why do I allow him to come to me....each night?
Why do I allow him to whisper, so lazily, so coyly, against my lips, saying that he thinks I'm beautiful?
Why, then, do I allow him to stare at me, during training lessons, and smirk, that oh-so-sweet smirk?
Why?
~ * ~ * ~
AN: Short, short. I think we've established that already. But, well, was it OK???
I'll write sequal.....maybe...... ^_^
And....also.....*maybe* ........there will be more juicy...........well......you get my drift........
Just Tell me what you thought! Remember! I *cannot* get any better at all unless you feed me criticism. ^_^
**sweatdrops**
It's...well.....Zero's thoughts, I guess.
I am terribly tempted to write a sequal, where the story is not seen through anyone's P.O.V.
Where it is just written in Second person, instead of third, and takes on a much more.....**coughs** detailed description.... **smiles sweetly**
Anyway, hope you like. This only took me about......twenty minutes to devise and write. I finished it in one sitting! **grins** I know, I know, not too much of an....accomplishment, demo......
I couldn't resist, so........
I hope you like!!!
~ * ~ * ~
I know, I know. It's kinda...well....*creepy* to even imply such things as Hiead kissing me. Demo, you wouldn't understand.
The first time it happened....was.........simply.......what's the word? Wonderful, might describe things good enough, I suppose.
Wonderful...........
So sweet, so tempting, so.......*nice.*
I swear he could hear my heart beating before his lips touched mine. And I swear, just as profusely, that I could smell roses........yes, roses.......on the fabric of his shirt.
The way Hiead ran his long, graceful fingers through my hair; the way his tongue, gentle and carressing, explored my mouth almost....hungrily....but not demandingly. I didn't believe; *couldn't* believe that I was kissing him! Hiead Gner! The most coldly detached and violent boy within the entire Academy! And....the most beautiful.
Geeze, here I am, Zero Enna, acting like a school-girl and swooning over that red-eyed bastard.
An incredibly *hot* red-eyed bastard, I might add. But still a jerk and an asshole, nonetheless.
Except that once, when he grabbed my wrist harshly, pressed me flat against that cold, hard wall, and kissed the lovely life right out of me.
And I let him, too......
I *wanted* it.
And, perhaps, that is the strangest, most intriguing prospect of all: I had kissed back; I had ran *my* hands through *his* hair; and I had moaned and groaned, in painful pleasure.
Hard to really think of pleasure as pain...demo....it's true.
Silver-white hair, bathed by the moonlight, and wine-red pools of ocean peircing my very soul.....
I wonder if.....maybe....I had touched him.....shook his heart....like he had my own.
I wonder....honestly wonder......why had he kissed me in that empty hallway? Why?
Does he love me?
Do I love him?
And, if not.....if Hiead Gner was merely playing; toying mercilessly with my poor, vulnerable innocence............then.......I ask myself....day after day.........night after night............
.......why does he come to me? Every evening, while Clay is asleep, unaware of our secret affair?
Why, then, do we make love.....and every morning, awake early, wrapped in eachother's arms?
Why does he whisper, so lazily, so coyly, against my lips, that he thinks I'm beautiful?
Why, then, does he stare at me during training lessons, and smirk, that oh- so-sweet smirk?
Why?
And why do I allow him?
Why do I allow him to come to me....each night?
Why do I allow him to whisper, so lazily, so coyly, against my lips, saying that he thinks I'm beautiful?
Why, then, do I allow him to stare at me, during training lessons, and smirk, that oh-so-sweet smirk?
Why?
~ * ~ * ~
AN: Short, short. I think we've established that already. But, well, was it OK???
I'll write sequal.....maybe...... ^_^
And....also.....*maybe* ........there will be more juicy...........well......you get my drift........
Just Tell me what you thought! Remember! I *cannot* get any better at all unless you feed me criticism. ^_^
