All The Kisses
a/n: I do not own Gundam Wing. Someone told me that they did not know these were going to be in chronological order. They will be chronologically correct, but there will be time lapses between each one sometimes. There is no plot to this whole thing, btw, just a loosely knit thread weaving them all together.
Chapter Five – The Desire Kiss
It is funny the things that arouse us. Everyone is different. For some, it is muscles and nudity. For others, it could be a good spanking. For me, it is Heero cleaning his guns. Yeah, he still has them. I know he likes to keep up on his marksmanship, and they are good for protection. He keeps all but one locked up safely. That one he keeps in the nightstand next to his bed.
Anyways, back to him cleaning his guns. I don't know what it is about it really. Maybe it is comforting, maybe it is the smell, maybe it is the way he wipes the gun down with these silcone-based cloths that wipe the outside clean as a whistle. It may even be the gun oil, glistening under the light as he works. All I know is that it turns me on in a roughly macho way.
And one day, Heero was sitting at the counter, cleaning his nine millimeter. I was watching out of the corner of my eye as he performed the ritual. I tried to act like I was not, but I probably was doing a bad job of it. Anyways, he took his time, and I stayed silent for once. When he was done he slipped the supplies into their case, and the gun into its case, and then he went to the gun safe and stored the things properly. Then he walked back into the kitchen and went to wash his hands. I got up and stopped him before he could. He stared at me, a little wary, as I held his greasy hands in mine.
"Heero, do you know how unbelievably hot it is when you clean your guns?" I asked him.
"Hot? How is cleaning guns hot?" he asked me.
I pinned him up against the counter and released his hands to hold his face still, "I have no clue, but it makes my blood boil"
And then I kissed him, hard. His mouth opened up voluntarily and I stroked his tongue with mine feverishly, dominating him and showing him just how hot I was. How much I desired him. I had never done this before with him, always keeping the kisses light and romantic. But now, I had a need to show him that there was so much more to our kisses than that. I wanted him to need me.
After a long time I finally let him come up for air. His lips were swollen, and his eyes were glazed over. He was panting, and even shaking a little. He looked amazing. Absolutely gorgeous.
"You okay?" I asked him gently.
As he threw himself at me, I knew the answer to that question was a resounding yes.