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Her eyes are blazing blue in the darkness. She's hot, heavy, and with every touch she sighs and squirms. Out of frustration and passion, he tears the clothes from her slender body and grabs her so that she can't get away, plunging them both into a kiss so deep, they teeter on the edge of madness.
Soon(though it feels like forever), she pulls away gasping for air. He feels her delicate hands pushing on his shoulders to try to separate their moist bodies-the task, she learns, is much like moving against hot steel. His muscles ripple and with a low growl deep in his throat, he pushes against her hand and suddenly he's enveloped in her delicious warmth, dying for more.
His mind melts into bliss as animal instinct takes over, pushing them both higher and higher until, with the morning light, they lay spent on the damp mattress.
Her head lays almost weightless on his shoulder, but he cannot see her face. He moves his fingers, and feels her soft hair intertwined between them. Tense and sore, he tries to sit up, but finds that his body is too spent. He shrugs(with some difficulty), holds her tighter against him and falls to sleep, wrapped completely around her tiny body...
"Holy Mary! What the hell happened in here?"
Trowa opened one eye groggily. Duo was standing in his doorway in nothing but his favorite black silk boxers with a towel thrown over one shoulder. His face was half amused, half horrified. Trowa untangled himself from the pillow in his arms and tried to sit up, but immediately fell back; he was much too sore to move.
"Duo, leave him alone. He's obviously hungover."
Trowa heard Wufei's bored drawl from his bed, and soon the Chinese man also joined Duo in the doorway. Wufei's mouth fell open at the sight before him.
Curious, Trowa forced himself upon his elbows and looked around. His room, which was normally tidy, was a wreck. His clothes, bedclothes and curtains were on the floor strewn about madly, all the drawers of his dressers were opened, and the closet door was flung back against the wall.
And in the midst of all the tangled mess lay a single pair of very small soft pink lace panties.
And here we are! I know it's short, but the next will be longer! Who is this mysterious woman? Where has she gone? And was she ever really there to begin with? Find out next time on "Blue"!