Trowa sat in the backseat of the Chevrolet Beretta. Relena straddled his lap, looking into his eyes. She giggled each time she would brush his hair to the side, only to have it fall back into place before too long. She was fully aware of Trowa's hands at the small of her back, his arms lightly around her middle.
With a grin, Relena leaned down, and placed a kiss on his lips. Trowa's response was immediate. Drawing a small breath, he closed his eyes, and reveled in the feeling...in the taste...of Relena's lips against his. He was somewhat aware of her tongue pressing against his lips, and they parted to give her access.
His fingers moved to her hair, combing through it softly. Relena's lips left Trowa's for a moment as she took a breath, and Trowa felt as if he had been denied Heaven. Then they were together again, and the sensation was two-fold. He thought he felt Relena's hands on his belt...
Someone was banging on the door. Trowa blinked a few times, running his fingers through his hair. Throwing his sheet to the side, he sat up, images of Relena still dancing in his mind.
"Barton! Get yer ass up! We're gonna be late!" The voice behind the door wasn't hard to recognize. Damnit. He had come so close that time...
The door shook again. "I'm up, Duo. Don't break the door down..." Standing, Trowa stretched and headed for his dresser. He needed a shower...especially after that dream. Grabbing a pair of clean boxers, he left the ones he was wearing in his clothes basket, and headed for the bathroom.
