unrequited

unrequited


disclaimer: Owning, the N/A feature
warning: Usual
an: I apologize for the delay–I know it blows the big one waiting for a story to get updated.



chapter seventeen/laid

The funeral was scheduled five days after that fateful night. The day was dismal and gray – as the solemn procession laid his coffin into the cold earth, the heavens unleashed a torrential downpour.
Death had been relatively quick and painless, insignificant in comparison to the life he led. An unsung hero of the war, a man who risked life and limb – killed not in battle, not for a cause but by a single shot fired through the left ventricle. A shot fired by his former friend. He bled to death on Relena’s pristine white carpet.

The other pilots came rather quickly under the circumstances and rather quickly under the circumstances. Duo’s normally sparkling violet eyes were clouded with confusion and grief. Quatre, on the other hand, couldn’t hold back his emotions. Tears flowed freely down his pale cheeks, mixed with the raindrops, rolled down his chin. Wufei was outwardly calm, his face partially concealed by the collar of his trench coat.
Une, Sally, and Millardo also attended, each wearing similar stoic expressions.

“There lies reason to all God’s plans,” the priest said, shaking his head sadly. “So his servant returns to his side in the infamy of heaven. As our friend is laid to rest, we wish him peace at last. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”

Each attendant lifted a handful of wet soil and threw it onto the coffin. The sound of mud thrown against the wooden sarcophagus echoed through her ears. This wasn’t right, her heart was screaming. This was not a proper burial for someone who gave so much and asked for so little. A man who didn’t even know his real name, whose name carved into the stone meant so much to so many for all the wrong reasons. This wasn’t right, her heart repeated. Rain made the grave sink deeper; spraying the coffin with dirt. Fate was ruining what would have been a romantic ending.

She was morose. Her heart…wouldn’t forget.

She stayed still the entire ceremony, allowed people to come to her, shake her hand, take her in their arms, and offer words of potential comfort. Their words fell on deaf ears. It wasn’t supposed to come to this, she thought.

Then she looked up and saw him there.

His hair was slicked down against his face, his jaw unshaven. He looked miserable – rightly so. He killed one of the few people who understood him, who could understand him. He stood off to the side, hidden by a weathered oak. He probably longed to join them but wouldn’t dare. No one knew what really happened; no one knew what really occurred that fateful night – except him and her.

They hushed it as best they could. They decided that given the life he led, it would be best to keep utter discretion,honohonor the memory.

The small gathering began to disperse. Everyone stopped to shake her hand, kiss her cheek, offer a ride. She shook her head, said no, that she had to stay. Had to say goodbye.

It continued to pour around her, bury her, on top of her already heavy shoulders, when he moved forward. Standing alone beside the fresh grave of someone they both cared for, she leaned against him, the top of his jaw pressed against the crown of her head.

“Let’s go,” He said, taking her hand.

The car ride was quiet. As was the elevator. When they stepped past the threshold of her apartment, it all came crashing down.

She threw her arms around his neck, latching her mouth hard against his. Her kisses were hungry, desperate, seeking solace and resolution when the world offered none. Her hands roamed over his entire body, from his sopping wet hair, squeezing his shoulders, pulling his jacket apart and pushing it off his body, letting it slump into a wet heap on the floor. She tore at his shirt, ripping the wet cotton from his bare cool skin, sending buttons flying.

She tore her mouth from his to kiss down his chest, hot against his icy flesh. She paused to lick and bit his nipples, flat and almost pebble like, gliding down his body until she found more fabric in her way. She ripped into his trousers, pulling the offending fabric aside to take his erection into her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, bobbing her head once, twice, before taking him out of her mouth. She swirled her tongue against the tip, traced a path to his balls before taking each into her mouth, sucking gently. She blew the wet aching flesh before she returned to the shaft and sucked liberally, almost painfully while her fingers bit into his ass.

He moaned, attempting to push her off, yet she persisted. He felt the pressure build and build, his lower body shaking–and she stopped. She rose to her feet, kicked aside her panties and lifted her skirt, revealing the moist lips of her femininity. She jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his narrow hips.

“Fuck me,” She whispered in a husky, enflamed voice neither recognized, “Fuck me like you mean it.”

He rammed her against the wall, plunging into her moist clamp with bruising force. He took deep, violent strokes, almost sliding completely from her. The pictures banged against the wall as he rode her hard, taking them both to completion.

Her orgasm came first, swallowing her whole. Her inner muscles contracted around his cock, milking every drop of his seed into her body. She felt their combined liquids flow down her legs and she sighed.
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this, Trowa,” She whispered, meeting his gaze.

“I know,” He murmured, his lips sweeping her jaw, a bittersweet grin forming unseen on his face. “But it’s an interesting start.”


The end.

Epilogue in works!