Rating: PG-PG-13
The Way You Love Me
//I like the feel of your name on my lips
And I like the sound of your sweet gentle kiss
The way that your fingers run through my hair
And how your scent lingers even when you're not there//
I can't believe it sometimes. You, and me, together. Not always in the physical sense, our missions will never cease to force us our separate ways, but in spirit we are always going to be linked. I know that now, that nothing can take you away from me. I wouldn't want anything to, because it took me a while to convince myself that I could but up with you, let alone love you. I know it's stupid, but every time you're away, I sit and wait for you to return. Like a damn love-struck teenager, Maxwell. Well, the teenager bit's right at least. But that's what you've turned me into. I have a feeling that should bother me, but it doesn't.
I accept the fact that I don't just want you. I /need/ you. And that scares me sometimes. The Perfect Soldier shouldn't /need/ anyone. He should be independent, relying on nothing but himself. You've only been out of the house half an hour at the most, but your aura lingers, and I find myself sitting on the sofa and twiddling my thumbs. There are a million Oz files I could be hacking into at this very moment, but all thoughts of 'work' seem completely irrelevant in comparison.
The door creaks open quietly, but I know you're there. You just stand, looking at me curled up on the sofa, and I'm sure you're smiling. It makes my heart practically stop sometimes to feel your eyes on me, to know that you're just relearning what you know inside out already. This always happens, you walking through the door after your somewhat ritual afternoon walk. It's your 'me' time, when you can think about your life, the mission, /our/ life. But some days, like now, you come back completely dishevelled, and all I want to do is take you into my arms and kiss you senseless.
"Hey Heero." You say quietly.
"Duo." I nod, and you walk over in front of the fire and sit down, just in front of my feet. I can't help but watch the way the flames appear to dance off your face, lighting up your features. You're perfect. I realise I could say that a million times over and you'd just laugh and say 'right back atcha'. I'm nothing all that special, but you seem to think so. And that's all that matters. That you'd give your life for me at a finger-click, and trust me implicitly with everything you are. That's not a gift I would have thought I was worthy of, until you made me realise.
You shrug your jacket off your shoulders, and wriggle a little closer to the flames. And I lean down and place my hands on your shoulders, feeling you sigh underneath my touch. I love the way you can be reduced to this so easily, just revelling in the feeling of my hands on your body. Speech is completely unimportant. Well, the phrase 'actions speak louder than words' seems completely relevant. It wouldn't matter what I said to you now anyway, you wouldn't take it in. So I just slowly run my hands across the back of your neck, feeling the muscles begin to relax. And as I work my way back up and slowly massage your shoulders, you let out a tiny groan. I can't help but chuckle.
"Like that, Maxwell?" I tease.
"Hell yes Heero! Feels…so good…"
"How much do you love me, my little koneko [1]?" I growl, knowing what the tone of my voice is doing to you at this very second.
"To the colonies and back, and the moon, and the stars…and…I love you Heero, just believe me."
I laugh, you're babbling to the extent of your words becoming uninterpretable, in that breathy sigh you always seem to use when you're around me. It's more than cute; it's a demonstration of the love I know you have for me and me alone.
I run my hands down your sides, and you giggle as they brush past your hips. I love that sound, it's so different to anything I'd be capable off. An almost evil, demented laugh when I destroy yet another Oz suit, yes. But this sound is so comforting and childlike, I know it will ring in my ears for days. And the only thing I can, want, to do is look at you. So I pry myself away from your back, until I'm in front of you. And when I'm there I set myself in your lap, cupping your face in my hands. And I try to pretend that my breath isn't hitching in my throat as I take in your face, framed by the short strands of hair that have escaped from your braid during your walk, and those beautiful lavender eyes practically shining with acceptance and love. And I know I'm being soppy again, but it's hard to be anything else. So I forget how I should be. All that matters now is what I /am/.
"I love you Duo."
I know that's what you wanted to hear, I've been waiting to let it fall from my lips ever since you walked through the door. Your arms snake around my waist, pulling me even closer to you as I let you take the lead for a while. And you're kissing me, your warm lips brushing against mine so hesitantly that it still seems like our first time. You'd never guess that we'd made love a thousand times before, your touch is always so gentle, so innocent. That won't last long…
I lace my fingers into your hair, messing it up even more and pull your mouth more firmly against mine as I feel you mirroring my actions. That's all the reassurance you need from me, and soon you're diving into my mouth and my world turns hazy, you and me the only things that have ever mattered. I doesn't take long before you're completely confident with the contact, moving your fingers down over my back and up under my tank top, running them across the bare flesh underneath. Your hands are still icy cold from your walk and I can't help but shiver.
"Duo…you're freezing." I manage to murmur into your mouth, hearing the low rumble of my voice against your lips.
"And?" You ask, pulling away, eyes glinting suggestively.
"You need a very hot shower, koneko."
"Oh really?"
I can merely nod.
~*~
TBC
A/N: Yummy shower chappie in store next! You want it? Review!!
[1] Koneko= Japanese for kitten.