Slices of Life: Getting Arrested
Sitting on an uncomfortable metal bench and glaring out past the bars at my arresting officer, I seeth a raging fury. Asshole had the audacity to put fuckin' cuffs on me and throw me in the backseat like a common criminal. 'Why didn't you tell him you're a Preventer Agent, Duo?' That's a great question, and I did tell him. Fucker didn't give a fuck. Obviously, I used my one phone call to get a hold of Heero...I don't know how he's going to react to this. He's still been miffed at me for the whole "Fuck" incident that happened a few days ago. Though he didn't sound mad, something tells me I'm in for a big, long lecture.
Heero is led in and over to my cell. I let my eyes fall to the ground, disappointed in myself. All the other drunk people in here are far me intoxicated than I am. I'm not even drunk at all now. And I wasn't when I was pulled over!
"Could you give us a moment?" Heero asks the officer who was about to unlock the cage and let me out. He nods and walks away.
I stare at him from the bench and ask, "You gonna leave me in here over night?"
His blue eyes roam over the cell and the other drunk people while he switches Mariko from hip to the other. "This seems oddly familiar..."
I push myself up and walk to the door, slink my arms through the bars and rest my forehead against them. "How in the hel-heck is this familiar?"
"You. Captured. Locked up. Me. To the rescue." He smirks at me.
"Yeah well, this time you don't have a gun pointed at my head."
"Ko-Ko, do we have a gun?" he asks our daughter. She nods and points a green squirt gun at me.
"Oh you've gotta be kiddin' me," I groan and roll my eyes.
Heero grins widely. "What do you think Ko-Ko? Should we save or shoot Daddy?"
Her little fingers squeeze the trigger and water sprays against my shirt. Laughter falls from his mouth as he takes a step forward. "Well, looks like she's not as not as forgiving as me."
"Just get me outta here, please," I whine.
The officer comes back over, opens the cage, and I walk out. Gah, freedom. I follow behind Heero, waiting for the lecture to start, but each time he looks over his shoulder at me, he's smirking.
"Are you mad?" I question.
"Did you hurt anybody?"
"No."
"Did you hurt yourself?"
"No."
"Is there any damage to our car?"
"No."
"Then I see no reason to be upset. You made a dumb mistake, it happens."
"That's not what happened!" I defend as we climb into our SUV, Heero buckling Mariko into the car seat in the back. He climbs in behind the wheel, and gives me a look, expecting some elaboration. "I had three beers with Trowa. Three! When I left the parking lot, that ass- that jerk of a cop followed me. He followed me for two miles and pulled me over. I wasn't swerving. I wasn't speeding. He pulled me over and made do the breathalyzer test and I was barely over the legal limit, so he arrested me."
"Wow, that's ridiculous."
"I know! Une is gonna flip on me when she finds out. Can we go home now? I'm in a shi - bad mood. Just wanna go to sleep."
We drove home in silence, which I was grateful for. I wanted to forget this night and have the week fall back into an easy, regular rhythm. We get to house, put Mariko down for bed, and resided back to our own room. Disrobing quickly, I plopped down on the bed, and pulled the comforter up over myself in effort to fall asleep as quickly as possible.
Heero, on the other hand, took his sweet time getting to bed and left all the lights on. I listen as he goes through his nightly routine. His soft footfalls walking to and fro through our room keep me up. If I'm to be real with myself, it's not him. I'm too pissed off to sleep, but he's certainly not helping any.
"You wanna do something tonight?" He asks me.
"No," I curtly reply. "Too tired."
"Too tired or too pissed off?"
Goddamn, stop knowing me know so friggin' well oh loving husband of mine. "Pissed."
"I can cheer you up if you like," he offers.
"Oh, really?" I throw the blanket off and sit up right. He's working on unbuttoning his shirt. "And how would you do that?"
Those pretty blues roll to the ceiling and he cracks his neck - an obvious sign of discomfort for him. "I'll do the thing that I hate most."
For a moment, I'm confused before it clicks. "Dance for me?" I ask snarkily.
"Yeah," he partially groans.
A huge grin spreads across my face. "That might work," I agree. The look of despair that crosses his face briefly is almost comical. He hates dancing for me even though he's great at it. Usually I have to get him drunk to do it.
Heero whines, "I curse that mission we had in Vegas."
"Ooo-ho-ho, you do, but sure don't." Out of all the few missions we had in the field, that was by far the fucking best. It happened before we were married. We went undercover. I was a client, and Heero had to go under as a Chip and Dale's dancer because - as much as he hates it - he's got the moves. It all comes so natural and fluid for him, it's like he was made for it. Regardless, watching him dance on stage, surrounded by a dozen other well-built men was a wet dream come to life for me. "Get started you sexy beast," I order and flick my wrist at him.
"Stop it. I'm trying to cheer you up, and the idea of this getting you so antsy is making me nervous," he complains.
"Babe, you have nothing to be nervous about," I respond with a wink.
"Dear God, what I have gotten myself into?" He asks sarcastically and drops his slacks. Howdy-hey, he's already wearing my favorite briefs. Short, tight, spandex. Fucking yum! Bright blue with a black waistband, and the best part, they're black mesh on the side with snap buttons, so you can rip them right the fuck off! Okay, maybe that's the second best, the fact that he's blushing already is pretty damn good. He looks like that shy kid I met at fifteen. "Alright, alright. I'm even going to do this to your 'favorite' song."
Oh mother may I, the pot just keeps getting sweeter. He turns on the MP3 device that's set on the home-player-system. The music starts low - obviously the music isn't loud, we got a baby sleeping in the next room - soft R&B, and then the lyrics, "Now, um, usually, I don't do this but, uh...Go head' on and break em off wit a lil' preview of the remix..." (1)
As soon as the music starts, he begins to move, slowly and easily. The beat drops and the song goes into sway. Heero rests his hands behind him on the desk and drops down to circle his hips. He moves in a way that seems to be a practiced routine, but I know it's just him free-styling, which makes it all the more sexy knowing he's just got this way with his body.
"Mama, rollin' that body, got every man in here wishin'." And he leans back and rolls his hips more dramatically.
Halfway through the song and all his apprehensions are gone, growing into confidence. By which time I've scooted my ass to the edge of the bed to be as close to him as possible. Coming closer, he stretches those long tan legs to straddle my lap. I hook my fingers into the back of his briefs, palms cupping his ass. He grinds down against my lap, playfully torturing my hard cock underneath my boxers. I slink my fingers to the sides of his waist and pull. Snap, snap, snap, snap, aannnndd snap goes each five buttons on the either side of his underwear, and I pull it out from under him so he's just completely naked on my lap. We both fall into a fit of laughter as I wrap one arm around his back and pull him down to lay on top of me.
This, this is exactly why we work. We can fight, do shit we don't want to do for each other, and end up laughing. The circumstances don't matter, what matters is that we can get ourselves into any kind of jam, any kind of disagreement, any kind of turmoil, and come out finding middle ground or better yet, just end it all with laughter. After all this time, I think the laughter is more important than the sex. Don't get me wrong, sex is always significant in any relationship, but after that laughter is just as momentous a factor. Honesty, trust, communication, and yeah, laughter. Get a mind-blowing sex life with someone, couple that with trust and the ability to talk through the bullshit drama and still laugh at the end of the day, and you've got it made, found your soul mate. In fact, I knew Heero was mine way before he felt comfortable to laugh out loud and around others. But that doesn't matter. He's mine, always knew he would be, and always will be.
Still laughing, he kisses up my neck, along my jaw, and clamps his giggling lips against mine. I hiss out a laugh as he basically kisses my pearly teeth. Gripping my bottom lip between his teeth, he tugs. Oh, he knows how I'll take an inch of rough foreplay and go a mile. I roll us over so I'm on top of him and we work in tandem to get my boxers off; me with my hands and him with his feet. Flesh to flesh, no more music, the room echoes our soft "uhm's" and "ahh's" as we grind, grope, bite, and scratch each other. The temperature around us raises.
Now we switch off bottom and top shit pretty regularly, and I was semi last time, but...Imma milk this "woe is me and they shitty night I've had" thing to get inside of him.
We thrust our hips together and frot(2) until the foreplay gets too much.
"Fuck me," he whispers huskily in my ear, and tongues my lob.
So much for persuasion. "Your wish is always my command."
"Well, Mr. Genie," he breathes heavily, "My first wish is to lube up that fat cock of yours and shove it in me."
I do as he requests and taunt along the way, "I think that counts as two wishes. What will be your third?"
He laughs against my breast-plate, takes a nipple between his lips and teeths it. "Well then," he pauses to circle his pink tongue over my abused areola, "My third wish is for you to pound me until completion."
"Yours or mine?"
"Pft, mine of course! But if you like, you can find yours too."
"Oh Master, I will."
"Good," he whimpers as I push into his passage. The great thing about repetitive anal sex is that stretching isn't always a need-be, and he wouldn't let me go head without it if he needed it. Heero latches his thin ankles behind my upper back, pulls down, and forces me into him faster. He arches his back off the bed, and moans against my mouth in appreciation. Attempting to start off gentle - always gotta be somewhat careful, fissures suck - I thrust shallowly even though I'm already in at the base. His ankles raise higher to rest against the back of my shoulder blades, and I'll never be unshocked by his limberness. My adoring husband pulls his legs down on back, bucks his hips up, and moans into my open mouth. That subtle sign gives me the go ahead to fuck him as roughly as I want at my leisure. I realize that this is all for me, and I of course grateful for it, but if he's up for me using him to my disposer than I'm going to take advantage of it, and give all he needs in return.
I think of all the shit that has happened today and put it work through my hips. We gasp against each others lips heatedly, his arms embraced around my neck, mine on either side of the matress by his shoulders. The sweat slickens our bodies, makes each movement more fluid and raunchy with skin contact making audible sounds between us.
Our faces part briefly and I see that dark need shining in the depths of his blue eyes. A light of dark desire. There's few things that ominous sex-fueled glare could mean, and I'm pretty damn sure I know just what he's silently asking for.
Temporarily, I slow my pounding rhythm, clutch his slender neck in both hands, and squeeze.
"This what you want?" I growl, hovering over his face.
Without words he nods, I tighten my hold, and fuck him the way he wants to be fucked. I rest all my upper body weight on my hands around his esophagus and go hard on him for all I'm worth. It's a few long minutes before he snaps his fingers - the signal to breath, and I let go. His gasp for air is harsh, and the red pigment falls from his face and returns to his usual pallor, eyes stuck in the back of his skull.
We repeat the process and he doesn't let me touch jerk his dick until the headboard is bang, banging hard against the wall. Well hell, if Mariko hasn't woken up by now - and we typically go at it sideways on the bed to avoid wakening her - than she's not going to stir.
I release his airway for the forth time, and I pant, "I'm close."
"Good, come. Come for me," he begs. That desperate tone sends me over the edge, and I bunch up in a tense pulsating movement. I spill all I have inside him, and just when I'm done, he rolls us again so he's on top, pulls himself off my cock so quick I know it couldn't have been that comfortable, moves to hover over my chest, jerks himself off until he hastily spreads his load on my neck, face, and hair. Heero maybe more of a cum whore than me, but I'll take his load wherever and wherever he wants to give it. I open my mouth and decent portion falls between my lips, lands hotly on my tongue, and I ingest it all.
He trembles and twitches above me. "So-sorry, I d-didn't give you any notice. To-too lost in the moment."
"Mmmm," I moan, "Don' worry 'bout it." Using my right index finger, I pull the traces of seed from face to my mouth and lick it clean. "A delicious way to end a crappy night." I wink at him and he grins down on at me.
He falls from chest to land with a heavy flop to his side of the bed.
Turning off the lights, we're quiet for a few moments, breathing heavily.
Grasping my face between his hands he murmurs, "You do know that I'm really not mad about tonight, right?"
"Hell yeah," I exhort. "If you were mad, you wouldn't have danced for me. That's a privilege I have to yank out of you at the best of times."
His tan cheeks flare up with a hint of red under the pale blue light of moon snaking through shrades of blinds as he admits, "Yeah, well...I thought you might like that kind of 'pick-me-up' since you were so clearly bummed out."
"I was afraid you'd be upset with me. Disappointed even."
"I can't even think of way you'd disappoint me. And I'll admit, when I got that call from county jail, I was mad...but, like I said, shit happens. And I'm not going to hold something so meaningless over your head."
"A DUI is meaningless?"
"In your case, yes. I know you would never get wasted and drive home. BUT, in the past, before we decided to have a family, you AND I were both reckless. If I ever lost you to something as simple as a car accident then I don't know if I could forgive you."
His warm, post-orgasmic, blue eyes soften and I know his declaration is true.
I run my hand through his dark, sweat ridden hair and yank softly. "You know I wouldn't have been able to forgive you if you'd decided to work exclusively in the field."
He nods against the sheets, knowing well that was something we never wanted for each other.
We stare at each other smiling, until his smile falters and I see that unfounded fear rise. I can even feel his body tense, his temperature rise against my palm that lays buried in his hair. He looks down at the sheets, and all I can see are thin slivers of his eyes.
"I don't know what I'd do without out," he whispers. "I mean, you don't have to worry about me offing myself. I'd live on for Mariko, but besides that...I don't know how I'd go on without you."
This is a talk we've had before. This is a moment we've had before. Every goddamn time I see him close to tears the flood gates for me open up and pour out.
"I'm here," I remind him, a hot tear rolls down my face falling sideways. "I'm always going to be here. For as long as I can."
He clutches my hand that rests against his cheek, and whispers, "I know."
And with that, it's going to be one of those nights. A night full of crap, insecurities over come, delicious sex, and acknowledgement of our worst fear - living on without each other.
That could be a weakness - WOULD be if our identity as Gundam pilots were ever revealed. The "mysterious Gundam pilots" are praised as saviors of the world, but if we were exposed, we'd be tried, jailed, and sentenced for our own war crimes. And if not, there would be plenty of our former enemies seeking blood. One way or another, we'd die. We have a plan for that. We have plan for every catastrophe. It's in our nature to have a back up. Though by far, the most difficult discussion has been on the topic of "If-one-of-us-dies". Before we had Mariko the conversation was pretty much the same no matter which way we approached it. Me always, "I don't know what I would do," because I don't. I just can't see him passing on before me, and I have no idea what I would do in my grief if that happened. For him it's consistently been, "I'll just put a bullet in my head." That was the case...until our daughter came along. If some freak accident takes me long before him, I want him to have hope and a reason to go on. I think that's why I want four kids, plenty of life to keep him marching on without me. Course, he wishes to be "reasonable" and have two at most. Maybe, in the long run, that's what we will do. I don't - can't - want to be his only reason for living. But at the same time, I don't know if I could handle being an only parent. Every scenario ends in a "but" factor...I think that's what scares me most. You don't hear about a lot of people finding that one singular soul that they love to no end, and one of them dies and the other just moves on happily without out them. They don't seem to go on. I know deep down that Heero and I are those kind of souls.
Through the messed up childhood, through the tortured upbringing, through the wars the ripped the universe apart, through the trillions of people, we found each other. We are made for each other. That convoluted notion of time and space brought us together and for the life of me, I couldn't imagine another better half to myself.
This, this and everything else, is why we're together. Created for one another.
1. Song Heero dances to, my favorite R Kelly song, "Ignition".
2. Frot, or more commonly known as Frottage, is an outer stimulation of rubbing the gentials together, much like dry humping. It's been noted for being just as stimulating as sexual intercourse.
