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I Want To Meet You
"Do it." he pleaded into her ear. She squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath before answering.
"No." How things get like this? From slow, to despreate.
"No," he repeated slowly. His voice was so calm, damn him. "Do it." His hands slowly glided down her hip tugging at the inconvienate material. He felt the need rise within him. Not the need for sex. Oh no. This was about anything other than sex. He was alone. No one knew him.
That that's what hurt the most.
But there was hope. Oh yes, he saw the hope in her. She had the will to do what he desired the most. She was strong enough. Now only if she would confide in him and trust him enough to do it. To see the truth in him.
"No Heer-" her words were cut off her quivering lips as his own tasted her neck. Now why was she here again? She couldn't remember. But as Heero's hands fiddle with her collar, trying to tug it off she frankly didn't care for the reason.
"Don't try to deny it Relena, just do it." God, why did she have to have a button up shirt on? And why in hell was she so stubborn?
'Just like me. She's just like me.' "Relena."
Pulling her thigh up so it hung around his waist she grinded herself against him. Did he have power over her? She turned her head away from him.
"It's foolish Heero." There, she had told the truth. 'Damn truth' she thought.
"Foolish?" He arched his eyebrow but contiuned to play with the buttons. God forbid he accidently undid one.
Oops.
Relena shivered at the cold air embracing her heated flesh.
Or either because one of his hands was slowly undoing the other buttons and the other one was slowly sliding up her skirt.
"Please Relena." Heero whispered against her mouth. "Meet me. Just once."
"I know you already." She winced at her own lie, and depth of it's untruthfullness.
"No." He took her hand and placed it on his own cheeks. Relena couldn't face him but kept her eyes shut. "Meet me Relena."
His fingers brushed up against her through the material of her panties. "God Heero." she clutched the sheets and bit her own lip from moaning. Heero now satisfied with his work slid the annoying shirt off her.
Oh damn bras to hell.
He could feel the heat she generated from below grow more intense as well as the moisture as his finger pushed against her swollen lips through the fabric. Her cheeks where pale, with a light blush that reached her cheekbones. Beautiful.
Bending down he nibbled on her quivering lips. Blood. He tasted a mere glint of it and marveled within it.
"Do it." He murmmered inbetween breaths. The heaving of her chest increased. He couldn't help but noticed the brush of her breast against his own chest each breath she took. The way here erected nipples met his firm chest through the plain white material. Oh God, it had to be wrong to want someone this bad.
"Heero, please." She tried to meet Heero's fingers below but he would always pull back slightly so only the tip of the finger would touch her lower lips. She wanted to rip the newly bought panties right off. She wanted to feel his against her maiden walls.
"Anxious?"
"Lustful." She corrected. She found the nerve to smile slightly and open her eyes.
"Mmm-hmmm." Heero made his way to her collerbone. She was so beautiful. Feeling his inner-voice he lifted his lips off her skin and looked up to her. Her eyes were halfway shut in pleasure and her fingers were white from clutching.
"Relena, I don't want lust." The words were so sincere it hit her over like a massive wave.
Her mouth seemed dry. "Heero?"
His eyes fluttered downwards as he sighed. He seemed to be thinking of something, but what? Looking up again he gave her a small smile, the first she had ever really seen. Absently she was aware of his hand retreating from her coverd lips and rested on her inner thigh, his thumb slowly smoothing out her nerves in tiny circles.
"Lust." He repeated, "I don't want it. I take everything I do serious and with the right intent Relena."
"What's the right intent here Heero? To get laid?" Anger edged her breathy voice.
He retreived his hands from her skirt and took her own hands into his own.
" Are you willing to meet me Relena?"
Spared for words she simply blinked. Meet him?
A warm sensation sizzled from her belly. Heero wanted her to meet him. That alone could make her content.
She closed her eyes to think. She was a logic women, so how come all reason of the situation fled her mind and left her with a empty white? To meet Heero was an honor. Dispite how foolish it sounded. She understood now. She didn't know that much about him. He wasn't cold, just concentraded on the task at hand.
She was his task.
God, to meet Heero. There was only one answer.
"Is that the right intent?"
Tables turned. Perhaps in his next life he would choose a more obediant lover. Or soon to be lover. He glanced at Relena again. No, he was wrong. She was it for him. This life or the next.
"The right intent Relena is whatever you make it out to be. But lust, is not it."
She didn't speak. She only repeated his words over and over. Since when did he speak more than three words? At least then she could understand what he meant...when he spoke that was. Even though his sentences were still short, they were poetic to a point where the words meant exactly what they meant. That, scared her the most of all, but more that anything, made her feel like she was falling into something that was so right, yet so far from moral. She marveled in the revelation.
"I know you think you know who I am but Relena I-" Relena placed a finger on Heero's lips. He shut his mouth and looked for an answer. Most would consider it a glare but no, Relena knew that was only his expression of himself. It wasn't meant to hurt. His eyes held a feild of a white void. Just who was Heero Yuy?
She pulled his head down to her convienate reach. Dimly she was aware of his lips on her own. Dimly she was aware of the heat growing between them. But no longer was this physical. She felt his spirit just within reach.
No longer was there a wall. There never was one. Just his voice, his sweet voice calling her, calling something, calling.
He needed her.
She needed him
Heero slid his hands up her skirt and pulled down the unwanted covering to her knees. He felt her hands in his hair and the vibrations of their moans. The rain beating the window by the bed increased as well as his own actions.
He slide down his jeans and crushed her to him. He didn't need to look at her for premission, he didn't need to ask, he felt her trust. It flooded him, deprived him. It was such a raw knowledgment that he could chew on the relization forever. He wasn't sure if he could take her.
Relena felt his hesitation and decided to not let things stop. 'God help me.' She placed her hands on his hips and pulled herself forward. She could feel her virginity, her innocense slipping away but that didn't matter, she felt another soul within her mind. She felt it penatrate her blood, rape her senses, she felt him.
He wanted to take her there. Take her to the cliff they both created. Take her hand and jump off together. But still the fear was within. What would happen after this? What would happen after they jump off? Would they be able to stand?
What happen to someone after they met Heero Yuy?
Die. That's what. Fall away.
God no. He gripped her tighter. She would not fall away.
She felt his shudder and kissed his forehead to encourage him. Raw. He was so raw. His mind was like a child. So fearful. Was he afraid of her?
But before she could think fathur she felt the cliff below her feet and suddenly she was thrown over. Spasm flooded her over and so did he.
The rain slowly haltered to a sprinkle. She breathed.
That's when she tasted it. She tasted the the salty flavor on her lips. Tears? Her own tears? No.
She opened her eyes and was met with a crying man.
"Heero?" He didn't respond. He didn't pull away. He clutched to her. And he cried. She wrapped her hands around and rocked him slowly. The rain outside died. Redemption hadn't quite reached them. She was too foolish to redem him.
He slept that way all night, inside her still that is. She was wide awake, gazing at the white wall. Numb as can be.
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