What are those little oblong, yellow citrus fruits…they're sour..it's juices go well with sugar and water---oh, that's right….LEMONS! Here's a fairly large one coming up. Feel free to scroll passed it if it's too graphic, it's not very pertinent to the plot (what plot?). :-P

Like Melting Ice

The time between leaving the dance floor and arriving at the house was lost. Somehow Nikita was in Heero's room—she didn't even remember walking up the stairs. Had he carried her? The lust she had seen in his eyes at the party had not dissipated. It had doubled in intensity, and any coherent thought was lost when he pulled her close to him. His scent filled her nostrils—aftershave and gun powder. Strong, but not unpleasant. He kissed her gently. But the gentility did not last. His arms pulled her into him possessively and his hands began to roam. The satin material of her dress was smooth under his fingertips. She moaned into his mouth, her hands entangled in his hair. The way her nails grazed his neck and scalp sent tingles down his spine. He parted, and planted a kiss on her jawbone. He suckled tenderly at sensitive spot between her neck and shoulders. Nikita closed her eyes and moaned. He inwardly smirked at the thought of the range of sounds he planned on making her produce.

Heero kissed her lips once more and deftly unhooked the clasp of her haltered dress. The bodice slid down easily, revealing a black lace strapless bra. He slid down the rest of the dress and it fell around her ankles in a puddle of ripping satin. Lacy black panties matched the bra. Still engaged in the kiss, Heero guided her to the bed. He picked her up and laid her down. He legs hung over the edge of the bed and he stood between her knees. With half-lidded, lust-ridden eyes she looked up at him. He bent to kiss her protruding collarbone. She moaned quietly, reaching up to push off his tux jacket. Her fingers trembled nervously, as she fumbled with his tie. Nikita all but clawed at his dress shirt buttons as he administered slow, sensual kisses. He paused to allow her to pull both the dress shirt and undershirt over his head. Nikita pulled him towards her, and pressed his exposed flesh against hers. She gently raked her fingernails along his spine. He trembled slightly, and slid his palms up her abdomen and over the lace of her bra. His fingers found a way beneath it, and she moaned. His manhood tightened painfully against his dress pants.

"Nikita," He breathed heavily, "Stop me now, before I can't stop myself."

"No," She whispered, "I don't want you to stop."

His wandering hands found the clasp to her bra, as Nikita unfastened his pants. Heero stood before her his arousal pressing painfully against his silk boxers. He leaned forward, caressing her newly exposed bosom. His mouth found a soft breast, his tongue flitting over erect nipples. She moaned and her hands went to his hair. He alternated breasts, as he gently nudged her with his knee. He could feel her dampness. The moans that blessed his ministrations fed his ever growing erection. Heero's tongue left a wet trail down her flat stomach, and he nibbled at the patch of skin just below her navel. Her body trembled as he proceeded to remove the lace panties with his teeth. He sampled the fruit of her sex, and was rewarded with a throaty gasp. Her hips bucked from the pleasure of his attentions. He smirked at the reaction and continued with expert precision. Nikita's sighs and moans increased in volume as she neared the height of ecstasy.

"No, Heero, don't stop…" She whimpered as he pulled away. Heero smirked, but the lust evident in the way her lips wrapped around his name caused his arousal to ache. Even in a sexual context, her voice was lilting and musical. With a broadening smirk, Heero wondered if she would sound musical screaming his name. His intentions of teasing were thwarted. Nikita had freed his erection, and grabbed him by it. He groaned softly, and she pulled him towards her. He almost fell on her, but caught himself with an arm on either side of her on the bed. Heero kissed her deeply as he entered her slowly. She gasped, and her tightness increasing as he delved in. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. Her fingernails dug into his back, leaving red trails. The scratches were a welcomed pain. Though he enjoyed teasing with slow movements—it was unbearable for him. He caved, and increased speed. Nikita squealed, grasping him tightly. Heero suckled at her neck as he rode her, she could not contain her moans. One hand was in her hair, and the other guided her onto him. Nikita arched her back, and he could feel muscles contracting in an impending climax. He doubled his efforts until she called his name in orgasmic bliss. Heero brought her to climax three times before he finally collapsed beside her on the bed.

"Whoa," She whispered with a dreamy awe. He chuckled quietly and let his arm settle around her possessively. The curves of their bodies fit and the warmth was comforting. She drifted to sleep quickly and easily. Heero's cobalt eyes watched her breathe as she slept. If he had ever felt lost before, the feeling had dissipated. He had found something, though his mind told him it was purely physical. The attraction had been there from the beginning. His fingers toyed with the slick surface of her skin. The touches were soft and careful—he didn't want to wake her. It was not long before he drifted off to sleep himself.

He dreamed of the little girl again.

"Are you lost?" The little girl asked. Her dark brown hair rippled in the wind.

"I've been lost since the day I was born," Heero replied. The puppy yelped and ran away, but the little girl simply watched it scamper off. She dropped the useless leash in the grass and sighed.

"Isn't it sad? I'm lost too," She whispered almost tearfully. The little girl didn't cry though. She sat down next to Heero, who looked up at the sky. It was still painfully blue.

"It's alright. I'll follow my heart to find my way," He stated thoughtfully. A hopeful smile broke onto her face.

"Can I follow you?" She asked quietly, cautiously. Heero's eyes hardened and became distant. His pain and sadness was so palpable that the little girl could almost reach out and touch it. He sighed.

"I don't think it's a good idea. You won't like where I'm going," He said gently. She wanted to ask where he was going, but didn't. The little girl shrugged, and her brown eyes became downcast. She wrought her hands.

"That's alright, you wouldn't like where I've been," She whispered. He wanted to ask where she had been, but didn't. They were quiet for a moment. She took his hand and smiled sadly.

"It doesn't matter where you're going, or where I've been."

"Why?" Heero questioned.

"It doesn't matter how lost we get. We have each other now, we'll find a way!" Her voice became more emphatic, more cheerful. She giggled. The little girl released his hand, and stood up. She smiled at him, handing him a yellow flower.

"Take this. I have to go now, but I'll be back. I promise!"

The little girl ran towards a tall, white apartment complex. She had barely reached the stairs when nearby mobile suits exploded. She had no chance at all. He didn't even remember pressing the detonator.

Heero's eyes snapped open. The sweat on his body was cold. He reached out for the warm slumbering body that should have been beside him. There was no one there, just a rumpled sheet.

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Knights of Columbus! That took forever! I had written like 5 versions of this chapter, but I think I like this one the best. Anyhow, leave a review—they make me smile!

Syl