All The Kisses
a/n: I do not own Gundam Wing
Chapter Twelve – The Lust Kiss
I do not know why I let him talk me into going to a club. I hate clubs! But when he said he was going he meant it, which means either I go, or he goes and I sit here alone. So here I am, wearing these very nice but very tight brown suede pants and a very comfy but very tight black t-shirt. Duo loves me in this outfit. I think I look a little comical. He bought us these matching black leather cuffs that do look really good though. And Duo does look really good when we go out to a club. He puts this kohl stuff on his eyelids, and he paints his nails. These are new things. He did not do anything like this when we were fighting the war. He also tends to let down his braid. He says it whipped one too many people in the head while he was dancing. I find it very hard to let him leave alone when he looks like sex feels.
When he comes out of the bathroom finally, I automatically feel my arousal begin to stir like it has some kind of mind of its own. Then again, it more than likely does.
That hair, the color of hot toffee, is flowing around him, wavy from being bound in a braid, and shining from being brushed. His eyes had that androgynous look to them, almost feline in nature. But it was what he was wearing….thank Kami I knew he was mine, or else I would have to possess him out of sheer lust.
Black leather pants, so tight it should be a sin. They rode low on his hips, showing off the fact that his legs were still muscular and fit. His shirt was, of all colors, violet. It was cut off, so it showed his flat stomach, and it made him look so…..I could not even come up with a word to describe it. He wears the same leather bands I do, and he makes them look even sexier. He tosses his hair slightly and grins at me.
"Cat got your tongue?" he asks, a teasing grin on his face.
"Baka," I growl. I run towards him and grab him, pushing him against the wall. I hold him there with my body and I smashed my mouth against his, surely bruising it, but not caring. He taste hot and wet, and he is kissing me back as I am kissing him, our mouths warring for dominance. He finally gives in and lets me kiss him like I am drowning.
We never did make it to the club that night. The clothes ended up on the floor, and we ended up in bed, having done a dance of our own for hours on end.
So I have decided that while I do not like going out to clubs, Duo is welcome to dress like he is going to one any damned time he would like.