But despite all that, Duo had never felt more... cherished. Never felt so cared for, so desired. Heero had looked at him like... like he really saw him, and wanted him, and loved him. He wouldn't have traded that night for anything.
He was drawn out of his musings when warm hands settled on his shoulders and pulled him back against a solidly muscled chest. He sighed happily and settled back, nearly purring with satisfaction as the object of his thoughts laid a small kiss on his shoulder.
"Done cleaning?" he asked sleepily. He felt Heero shift as he nodded.
"One thing left to clean," he answered, and fingered Duo's braid. Despite the half-hour it had lain soaking, it was still hopelessly tangled and sticky to the touch. Duo nodded, and with some difficulty pulled himself up and put his arms against the edge of the tub so Heero could reach his hair. After a minute, he felt a tugging at his scalp, as Heero carefully tried to undo the braid without pulling too much on his hair.
Once the whole braid was undone, Heero ran his fingers through it, spreading it out to float on the the water and then dip beneath the surface. There was a pause, as Heero reached over to grab one of the plastic bottles from the floor beside the tub, and then Duo became one with the sudsy bath water as Heero's slippery hands buried themselves in his hair. The dissolved puddle of Duo goo let out a loud purr as Heero's hands slid along his scalp, massaging firmly as he lathered the shampoo into his hair, then slid down along his neck to work it through the long fall down his back.
Duo barely registered it when Heero pulled him back down, submerging him under the warm water and leaving only his nose and mouth above the surface. Underwater, he continued to scrub at Duo's hair, loosening it into a soft cloud that quickly drifted to fill the bathtub.
Heero stiffened, holding his breath, as the soft mass of hair brushed up against his skin. He was sitting with Duo's head nearly in his lap, and the soft tickling across his groin felt too good. It was so warm... but not as warm as Duo would be...
No! He forced himself to regain control, and set his jaw as he reached for the conditioner. Duo had more than enough of that last night, and he wasn't ready for more, no matter how much Heero was. The only thing he'd accomplish would be to hurt Duo, and he was going to do everything in his power to see that he never hurt Duo again.
By the time he was finished cleaning Duo's hair, the water was getting rather unpleasant -- the conditioner made the water slightly slimy, which grew to be uncomfortable as the temperature cooled. Heero shut off both taps and opened the drain, then stood up, pulling Duo with him.
Re: Destination
Date: 2006-02-22 09:14 am (UTC)But despite all that, Duo had never felt more... cherished. Never felt so cared for, so desired. Heero had looked at him like... like he really saw him, and wanted him, and loved him. He wouldn't have traded that night for anything.
He was drawn out of his musings when warm hands settled on his shoulders and pulled him back against a solidly muscled chest. He sighed happily and settled back, nearly purring with satisfaction as the object of his thoughts laid a small kiss on his shoulder.
"Done cleaning?" he asked sleepily. He felt Heero shift as he nodded.
"One thing left to clean," he answered, and fingered Duo's braid. Despite the half-hour it had lain soaking, it was still hopelessly tangled and sticky to the touch. Duo nodded, and with some difficulty pulled himself up and put his arms against the edge of the tub so Heero could reach his hair. After a minute, he felt a tugging at his scalp, as Heero carefully tried to undo the braid without pulling too much on his hair.
Once the whole braid was undone, Heero ran his fingers through it, spreading it out to float on the the water and then dip beneath the surface. There was a pause, as Heero reached over to grab one of the plastic bottles from the floor beside the tub, and then Duo became one with the sudsy bath water as Heero's slippery hands buried themselves in his hair. The dissolved puddle of Duo goo let out a loud purr as Heero's hands slid along his scalp, massaging firmly as he lathered the shampoo into his hair, then slid down along his neck to work it through the long fall down his back.
Duo barely registered it when Heero pulled him back down, submerging him under the warm water and leaving only his nose and mouth above the surface. Underwater, he continued to scrub at Duo's hair, loosening it into a soft cloud that quickly drifted to fill the bathtub.
Heero stiffened, holding his breath, as the soft mass of hair brushed up against his skin. He was sitting with Duo's head nearly in his lap, and the soft tickling across his groin felt too good. It was so warm... but not as warm as Duo would be...
No! He forced himself to regain control, and set his jaw as he reached for the conditioner. Duo had more than enough of that last night, and he wasn't ready for more, no matter how much Heero was. The only thing he'd accomplish would be to hurt Duo, and he was going to do everything in his power to see that he never hurt Duo again.
By the time he was finished cleaning Duo's hair, the water was getting rather unpleasant -- the conditioner made the water slightly slimy, which grew to be uncomfortable as the temperature cooled. Heero shut off both taps and opened the drain, then stood up, pulling Duo with him.