"It's not a dream," he insisted, a touch of irritation in his voice.
I was having trouble focusing on his face, hovering so close above my own. It wavered in and out of my vision, like a reflection on the surface of water. Or maybe through heat waves. It was so hot in the apartment all of a sudden. "It is," I countered, bemused.
"Does this feel like a dream?" Heero murmured, and I never would have heard it if he hadn't spoken directly on to my skin. His eyes caught mine, and I lay there trapped as he closed the last of the distance.
(His lips pressed against mine and) oh God I swear I could feel every nerve ending (gently at first but with increasing pressure as) his warm soft tongue darted out to run gently across my lips (and I could feel his heartbeat speeding up) where his chest lay flush against mine (and I wanted to feel him) skin to skin...
"It does feel like a dream," I gasped when I regained control of my mind again. "But I don't ever wanna wake up..."
He made a strange little noise, and shifted against me, pulling back enough to see my face again. "This is even better than I expected it would be," he remarked, with a note of surprise in his voice.
I stilled, and managed to work up a fairly convincing glare as I struggled to push myself up on my elbows. It wasn't easy with Heero sitting on my legs and half across my chest, but I at least tried. "You expected?" I repeated, slightly incredulous.
Jesus Frog on a pogo stick. The Perfect Soldier was blushing. He looked away, and stammered out an answer. "Once I realized that... uh... I wanted you, I couldn't help but imagine..."
Re: Confluence
Date: 2006-02-22 07:58 am (UTC)God but Heero felt so good.
"It's not a dream," he insisted, a touch of irritation in his voice.
I was having trouble focusing on his face, hovering so close above my own. It wavered in and out of my vision, like a reflection on the surface of water. Or maybe through heat waves. It was so hot in the apartment all of a sudden. "It is," I countered, bemused.
"Does this feel like a dream?" Heero murmured, and I never would have heard it if he hadn't spoken directly on to my skin. His eyes caught mine, and I lay there trapped as he closed the last of the distance.
(His lips pressed against mine and) oh God I swear I could feel every nerve ending (gently at first but with increasing pressure as) his warm soft tongue darted out to run gently across my lips (and I could feel his heartbeat speeding up) where his chest lay flush against mine (and I wanted to feel him) skin to skin...
"It does feel like a dream," I gasped when I regained control of my mind again. "But I don't ever wanna wake up..."
He made a strange little noise, and shifted against me, pulling back enough to see my face again. "This is even better than I expected it would be," he remarked, with a note of surprise in his voice.
I stilled, and managed to work up a fairly convincing glare as I struggled to push myself up on my elbows. It wasn't easy with Heero sitting on my legs and half across my chest, but I at least tried. "You expected?" I repeated, slightly incredulous.
Jesus Frog on a pogo stick. The Perfect Soldier was blushing. He looked away, and stammered out an answer. "Once I realized that... uh... I wanted you, I couldn't help but imagine..."