Silence
By: Silent Lullaby
I hold no claim to Gundam wing. However the story is mine.
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I realize this is a romantic story, perhaps overly so. I apologize for that, but I was requested to do a romantic story centering on Heero. I truly hope that you enjoy it and I will try to keep it from becoming nothing more than a sugar fic. However it will stay primarily a romance.
Thank you everyone who has reviewed. I was surprised enough to find a few people actually marked this story in their favorites. In response to this I plan on doing two chapters today to celebrate. Enjoy.
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We had reached his room and I could think of nothing to say. I know I should let him put away his things and have time to himself but I wanted to be near him, just a little longer. I still wasn't sure what my feelings towards him were. Was this comradeship or maybe, it was what Duo and Trowa had found in each other.
I barely heard the soft foot steps coming towards me but I felt the warmth that touched my lips. I felt as if I was floating. Every part of me was filled with warmth, as if I had just stepped out into a sunny day from the cold darkness. It was wonderful.
His lips pressed harder against mine and I felt something warm and wet caress my lower lip. It sent a wave of electricity through my body leaving me in a daze as he pulled away.
I couldn't stop the soft whimper that emerged from my lips as he pulled away. My tongue slipped out to lick my lips, and I realized how good he tasted. Spicy and exotic, like ginger tea, only so much more so. It was addicting and I hoped I would get to savor that exquisite taste again.
He was breathing hard as if he had just run a marathon, but then I shouldn't mention it since mine was just as harsh. Slowly our breathing calmed but my heart never stopped racing. I wondered if his was beating like mine.
I didn't have to wonder long since his hand grasped mine, the calluses of his fingers brushing against my wrist. His hand was shaking and the pulse was quick. Slowly he turned my hand upward and wrote upon the palm. I'm sorry. With the last letter written he released my hand and I heard him take a step back as if he expected me to hit him.
He might actually expect that. From what I knew he had grown up in that prphanage, unable to speak for who know's how long. Perhaps that's why he had not wanted to talk about it. Memories could be sharper than knifes.
Moving forward I lifted a hand out in front of me. It came in contact with something warm and firm but soft as the same time.
I moved my hand across the expanse of his chest, marveling at his form underneath the thin material. Sliding it upward I caressed his collarbone and neck. He gasped softly and a soft sound emerged like a cat's mew. For being a mute he could make the most fascinating sounds. Continuing, I caressed his cheek and smiled, the soft sound he made my heart melt.
I felt him press his soft lips against my palm, tongue flicking out for a moment before he smiled against my skin, sending shivers of delight though me.
"Don't be."
By: Silent Lullaby
I hold no claim to Gundam wing. However the story is mine.
****
I realize this is a romantic story, perhaps overly so. I apologize for that, but I was requested to do a romantic story centering on Heero. I truly hope that you enjoy it and I will try to keep it from becoming nothing more than a sugar fic. However it will stay primarily a romance.
Thank you everyone who has reviewed. I was surprised enough to find a few people actually marked this story in their favorites. In response to this I plan on doing two chapters today to celebrate. Enjoy.
*****
We had reached his room and I could think of nothing to say. I know I should let him put away his things and have time to himself but I wanted to be near him, just a little longer. I still wasn't sure what my feelings towards him were. Was this comradeship or maybe, it was what Duo and Trowa had found in each other.
I barely heard the soft foot steps coming towards me but I felt the warmth that touched my lips. I felt as if I was floating. Every part of me was filled with warmth, as if I had just stepped out into a sunny day from the cold darkness. It was wonderful.
His lips pressed harder against mine and I felt something warm and wet caress my lower lip. It sent a wave of electricity through my body leaving me in a daze as he pulled away.
I couldn't stop the soft whimper that emerged from my lips as he pulled away. My tongue slipped out to lick my lips, and I realized how good he tasted. Spicy and exotic, like ginger tea, only so much more so. It was addicting and I hoped I would get to savor that exquisite taste again.
He was breathing hard as if he had just run a marathon, but then I shouldn't mention it since mine was just as harsh. Slowly our breathing calmed but my heart never stopped racing. I wondered if his was beating like mine.
I didn't have to wonder long since his hand grasped mine, the calluses of his fingers brushing against my wrist. His hand was shaking and the pulse was quick. Slowly he turned my hand upward and wrote upon the palm. I'm sorry. With the last letter written he released my hand and I heard him take a step back as if he expected me to hit him.
He might actually expect that. From what I knew he had grown up in that prphanage, unable to speak for who know's how long. Perhaps that's why he had not wanted to talk about it. Memories could be sharper than knifes.
Moving forward I lifted a hand out in front of me. It came in contact with something warm and firm but soft as the same time.
I moved my hand across the expanse of his chest, marveling at his form underneath the thin material. Sliding it upward I caressed his collarbone and neck. He gasped softly and a soft sound emerged like a cat's mew. For being a mute he could make the most fascinating sounds. Continuing, I caressed his cheek and smiled, the soft sound he made my heart melt.
I felt him press his soft lips against my palm, tongue flicking out for a moment before he smiled against my skin, sending shivers of delight though me.
"Don't be."
