Disclaimer: I wish I did...I wish I did... I wish I did... I don't. I don't own anything!
Pairing: Okay DEFINITE 1x3x1! Do not read if you have objections. [No, it is not a lemon or a lime so get over it!] But DEFINITE SLASH!
Author's Note: Bow before me you loyal reviewers! I am the Queen of the fic and you are my subjects. I am the only one who can decide what my story looks like and when to update! So you.... Okay, back to reality. Please review my fic... It would mean a lot to me and stuff if you did. Please....
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Chapter Nine
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Trowa groaned as he opened his eyes and sat up. The drapes were still drawn tightly over the porthole and the room was in a kind of eternal twilight. He stood and made his way over to the door, opening it fully and walking into the greeting room. The door next door was open and he made his way cautiously over to it.
It creaked open and Trowa's breath caught at the sight laid before him. Heero was laying sprawled across the massive bed. The blankets were tangled around his waist and legs and his eyes were closed, his face relaxed in sleep. His bare chest rose and fell with each breath he took. After a moment Trowa entered the room cautiously. He walked over to the bed and knealt next to Heero.
What was this strange sort of tug in his abdomen? He always seemed to have it
around Heero. Did he hate him that much...? Unruly chocolate locks fell into the youth's face and Trowa gently brushed them aside, sighing at the silky feel of them.
As he watched, he saw Heero's eyes open widely and Trowa drew back. The
cobalt eyes locked into Trowa's and Trowa felt that unmistakable urge to lean down and kiss Heero. What...Where did that thought come from? Trowa pulled back farther, was ready to turn and leave when a gentle but firm pressure encased his wrist. He looked at Heero in uncertainty and Heero smiled a little.
Gods he's beautiful... Heero thought as he stared at Trowa. Then with a force he
knew Trowa didn't expect and he himself didn't expect, he pulled Trowa down on top of him. "Heero..." Trowa began.
He was cut off quickly when Heero pressed his lips against Trowa. To Hell with Reason... Heero thought to himself. He pulled Trowa closer, cradling the back of Trowa's head with one hand, the other resting firmly on Trowa's wrist. After a moment Trowa responded, slowly and hesitantly at first, running his fingers over Heero's chest and sighing softly.
They broke for air moments late, both panting slightly. Trowa turned and eyed
Heero uneasily. "Heero...Why...? What was that for...?" Trowa panted.
Heero looked at him swallowing slightly and then smiled. "I don't know Trowa... I just felt like it... It just felt...right..." Heero answered. He sighed and rested his head back on the bed, eyeing Trowa through slitted eyelids. "If you don't want me to-"
Trowa leaned down, kissing him as deeply as possible. Heero arched against Trowa, moaning as he flipped Trowa over without breaking their kiss. This felt... This felt... He couldn't even finish a thought that was how much he was enjoying it. When Trowa broke away, Heero smiled and swatted at Trowa's bangs. There were three consecutive knocks on the main door and Heero groaned. "What is it?" Trowa asked.
"Anna. I have to discipline her anyway. I'll see you later. Try to keep out of
trouble," Heero murmured. He kissed Trowa's forehead before getting up and going to the door. Trowa heard their raised voices and sighed as he closed his eyes, inhaling Heero's scent.
What was that...? Trowa wondered. He didn't regret it, but did Heero? He
seemed somewhat attached to Anna and she to him. He groaned. Why did he always get involved in stuff like this? He heard the door close and their footsteps retreat and he sighed as he felt sleep tug at him again.
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Author's Note: So...How do you like it? Let me know, okay! Just click on the little purple button down at the left hand corner of the page...
Pairing: Okay DEFINITE 1x3x1! Do not read if you have objections. [No, it is not a lemon or a lime so get over it!] But DEFINITE SLASH!
Author's Note: Bow before me you loyal reviewers! I am the Queen of the fic and you are my subjects. I am the only one who can decide what my story looks like and when to update! So you.... Okay, back to reality. Please review my fic... It would mean a lot to me and stuff if you did. Please....
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Chapter Nine
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Trowa groaned as he opened his eyes and sat up. The drapes were still drawn tightly over the porthole and the room was in a kind of eternal twilight. He stood and made his way over to the door, opening it fully and walking into the greeting room. The door next door was open and he made his way cautiously over to it.
It creaked open and Trowa's breath caught at the sight laid before him. Heero was laying sprawled across the massive bed. The blankets were tangled around his waist and legs and his eyes were closed, his face relaxed in sleep. His bare chest rose and fell with each breath he took. After a moment Trowa entered the room cautiously. He walked over to the bed and knealt next to Heero.
What was this strange sort of tug in his abdomen? He always seemed to have it
around Heero. Did he hate him that much...? Unruly chocolate locks fell into the youth's face and Trowa gently brushed them aside, sighing at the silky feel of them.
As he watched, he saw Heero's eyes open widely and Trowa drew back. The
cobalt eyes locked into Trowa's and Trowa felt that unmistakable urge to lean down and kiss Heero. What...Where did that thought come from? Trowa pulled back farther, was ready to turn and leave when a gentle but firm pressure encased his wrist. He looked at Heero in uncertainty and Heero smiled a little.
Gods he's beautiful... Heero thought as he stared at Trowa. Then with a force he
knew Trowa didn't expect and he himself didn't expect, he pulled Trowa down on top of him. "Heero..." Trowa began.
He was cut off quickly when Heero pressed his lips against Trowa. To Hell with Reason... Heero thought to himself. He pulled Trowa closer, cradling the back of Trowa's head with one hand, the other resting firmly on Trowa's wrist. After a moment Trowa responded, slowly and hesitantly at first, running his fingers over Heero's chest and sighing softly.
They broke for air moments late, both panting slightly. Trowa turned and eyed
Heero uneasily. "Heero...Why...? What was that for...?" Trowa panted.
Heero looked at him swallowing slightly and then smiled. "I don't know Trowa... I just felt like it... It just felt...right..." Heero answered. He sighed and rested his head back on the bed, eyeing Trowa through slitted eyelids. "If you don't want me to-"
Trowa leaned down, kissing him as deeply as possible. Heero arched against Trowa, moaning as he flipped Trowa over without breaking their kiss. This felt... This felt... He couldn't even finish a thought that was how much he was enjoying it. When Trowa broke away, Heero smiled and swatted at Trowa's bangs. There were three consecutive knocks on the main door and Heero groaned. "What is it?" Trowa asked.
"Anna. I have to discipline her anyway. I'll see you later. Try to keep out of
trouble," Heero murmured. He kissed Trowa's forehead before getting up and going to the door. Trowa heard their raised voices and sighed as he closed his eyes, inhaling Heero's scent.
What was that...? Trowa wondered. He didn't regret it, but did Heero? He
seemed somewhat attached to Anna and she to him. He groaned. Why did he always get involved in stuff like this? He heard the door close and their footsteps retreat and he sighed as he felt sleep tug at him again.
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Author's Note: So...How do you like it? Let me know, okay! Just click on the little purple button down at the left hand corner of the page...