Disclaimer: Ok, now that I got one done in exactly ten minutes(that was why
it sucked, folks...-_-;), I'm feeling a little more calm. Disturbingly
British, but calm.
Kat: Ok, eleven! One more and I can send them! Yay!
***
A tingling sensation in his lower legs caused Trowa to gasp and moan with pleasure.
Delicate hands trailed their way up his thighs, stopping tantalizingly near his groin, then
continuing on their way upwards, spiraling patterns appearing over his lower back, stomach,
chest, and arms.
He moaned again.
"Mid..."
The fair golden haired woman lying on her side next to him smirked.
"What is it, love? Do you want me to stop?" She withdrew her hand.
"Perhaps this will be better."
Slowly leaning forward, she pressed warm lips against his own moist ones.
She smiled into the kiss as his mouth parted beneath hers, opening and inviting entrance.
As her tongue darted in, he reached his hand up, holding the back of her head and arching
his back beneath her and one of her hands flew back to their original position, gripping hard
muscle and turning it into a river of spreading sensation and pleasure.
He in turn ran a hand down the curves of her body, receiving satisfaction when she too
made sounds of pleasure.
She leaned further down, ending the kiss and staring into deep green-brown eyes for one
long second, their lids heavy with lust and desire.
She knew her own gray eyes have the same expression.
A look containing want, craving, and love, all in one piercing glance.
Trowa felt her breathing on his face, the breath soft and warm.
He swallowed.
Then suddenly he pulled her down to him, desperately clawing her shirt off, pulling it over
her head, as she did similar to his, almost loosing the small black buttons that lined the front
of his sleek blue top.
He watched as Midii shrugged out of her bra, undoing her pants at the same time.
He vaguely noticed that his own pants had been removed at some time.
Trowa brushed a strand of blonde hair tenderly out of her face, then, an animal's wild look in
his eyes, pulled her close to him once again, reaching out to her and accepting her body into
his, enjoying the sensation as they molded into one.
He slid his hand down past her waist, and as she bit her lip in an effort to be silent, he--
Trowa's eyes flew open, the deep green orbs staring at the white plaster ceiling.
He exhaled; he hadn't even been aware that he was holding his breath.
He started to sit up in bed, groggily rubbing his head and swearing as the clock next to his
bed showed blinking neon green numbers reading 2:38.
Sighing, he climbed out of bed, stripping off his boxers and tossing them into the laundry
basket in his room.
This was the third time this week.
He'd deal with the bedspread in the morning.
Kat: Ok, eleven! One more and I can send them! Yay!
***
A tingling sensation in his lower legs caused Trowa to gasp and moan with pleasure.
Delicate hands trailed their way up his thighs, stopping tantalizingly near his groin, then
continuing on their way upwards, spiraling patterns appearing over his lower back, stomach,
chest, and arms.
He moaned again.
"Mid..."
The fair golden haired woman lying on her side next to him smirked.
"What is it, love? Do you want me to stop?" She withdrew her hand.
"Perhaps this will be better."
Slowly leaning forward, she pressed warm lips against his own moist ones.
She smiled into the kiss as his mouth parted beneath hers, opening and inviting entrance.
As her tongue darted in, he reached his hand up, holding the back of her head and arching
his back beneath her and one of her hands flew back to their original position, gripping hard
muscle and turning it into a river of spreading sensation and pleasure.
He in turn ran a hand down the curves of her body, receiving satisfaction when she too
made sounds of pleasure.
She leaned further down, ending the kiss and staring into deep green-brown eyes for one
long second, their lids heavy with lust and desire.
She knew her own gray eyes have the same expression.
A look containing want, craving, and love, all in one piercing glance.
Trowa felt her breathing on his face, the breath soft and warm.
He swallowed.
Then suddenly he pulled her down to him, desperately clawing her shirt off, pulling it over
her head, as she did similar to his, almost loosing the small black buttons that lined the front
of his sleek blue top.
He watched as Midii shrugged out of her bra, undoing her pants at the same time.
He vaguely noticed that his own pants had been removed at some time.
Trowa brushed a strand of blonde hair tenderly out of her face, then, an animal's wild look in
his eyes, pulled her close to him once again, reaching out to her and accepting her body into
his, enjoying the sensation as they molded into one.
He slid his hand down past her waist, and as she bit her lip in an effort to be silent, he--
Trowa's eyes flew open, the deep green orbs staring at the white plaster ceiling.
He exhaled; he hadn't even been aware that he was holding his breath.
He started to sit up in bed, groggily rubbing his head and swearing as the clock next to his
bed showed blinking neon green numbers reading 2:38.
Sighing, he climbed out of bed, stripping off his boxers and tossing them into the laundry
basket in his room.
This was the third time this week.
He'd deal with the bedspread in the morning.