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A Happy Anniversary	By : silvermist Category: Gundam Wing/AC > General Views: 2692 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A.N. ~ HUGE thank you�s to BrokenHalo369, littlekitsune, beebo, and Phoenix!!! You guys rock
my socks off and I�m so happy I got some feedback! (After all, reviews are the
best way to motivate a writer. <hint hint>)
Anyway, life�s been a bit busy, so I�ll get the rest along as soon as I find
the time to sit down and think of dirty scenarios. ^-^;;

~silvermist

The Study

You come to
the closed door of the study and detect a sliver of light escaping from the
crack at the bottom of the door. You swing the door open silently to see Heero reading in a chaise by the fireplace. The fire
crackles quietly, emitting a warm glow through the usually cold study.

Heero looks up and nods at you. He stands and pulls up
another seat in front of the fireplace for you. He motions for you to sit and
you accept. Heero hands you a book, titled, �The Last
Night� and tells you he picked this title out for you specifically. It�s a
small volume that smells like old paper and roses. The cover is worn burgundy
leather that feels warm to the touch. It�s evident that the book has been read
multiple times before and the gilt page edges are almost rubbed totally away.

As you begin
reading, Heero hands you a cup of hot cocoa. The book
draws you into your own world full of romantic ideals and 14^th
century life. As you hit the fourth chapter however, it is apparent that the
novel is a woman�s romance and full of things that children under 18 shouldn�t
be reading. The bawdy scenes make you blush and you hope desperately that Heero doesn�t notice. Actually, on further inspection, you
realize that Heero isn�t reading in the other chaise.
He�s disappeared. But it doesn�t really concern you, just as long as Heero can�t see you. Since he�s not in the room, you try to
alleviate your hunger by pulling up your skirt and rubbing your palm against
your mound. You�re beginning to get wet and the moisture is seeping through
your underwear.

As the
novel�s heroine hits her fourth orgasm in 50 pages, you�re feeling so hot that
you can�t resist the temptation anymore. Balancing the book in your left hand,
your shove your underwear to the side with your right hand and rub your clit
furiously, matching pace with the words racing across the pages. You�re glad
you�re sitting in a leather chair- your juices are starting to drip onto the
seat. But as you near climax, it doesn�t matter to you much anyway.

Suddenly, a
hand jerks yours away from between your thighs. Your books falls haphazardly to
the floor, where you notice Heero�s feet. Your cream
drips across your palm and onto his sleeve� and feels as if those deep dark
eyes are scouring your soul. Heero has caught you,
cum in hand.

You blush
furiously. You had not heard him enter the room and you feel a bit ashamed. Heero has never shown any affection for anyone of the
opposite gender (oh you KNOW Relena was never
anything more than an accessory so girls would watch the show!) and you�re
pretty sure he just despises you now� probably thinks you�re a whore. Oh, now
is he going to kick you out? What�?

Heero narrows his eyes and examines your hand. You close
your eyes tightly, unable to meet his gaze or see what
he looks like when he realizes how incredibly wet you are. You hear him move�
and feel him licking your fingers. Your eyes fly open, astonished to see him with
your cum covered fingers in his mouth, apparently enjoying them with relish.

After he
finishes, Heero kisses you softly and nuzzles your
neck. You�re speechless, and of course you can�t expect Heero
to say anything. But Heero lifts you off the chair gracefully,
cradling you in his arms. He lays you in front of the fire on the soft fur that
covers the hardwood. And as Heero hovers over you,
you can�t help but recollect the book�s heroine, consumed with passion on the
stable floor. As his face nears yours, you close your eyes and relish the smell
of books and wood-smoke, and then the feeling of his lips grazing yours.

Heero disrobes you slowly, pulling off first your blouse,
then skirt, bra, and then sodden undergarments. You feel peaceful, safe in his
arms and no longer ashamed of your passions. You pull off his robe slowly,
admiring every inch of his skin. The bulge in his pants seems to be calling
your fingers, and you release it from its confines as Heero
runs his hands up and down your sides. His touch is delicious and makes you
shiver from anticipation. He kisses you softly, kisses your neck, your
collarbone and runs his fingers around your nipples. He licks them slowly, as
if savoring your taste. Heero makes no sound and all
you can hear is your deep breathing and the crackling of the fire. His fingers
trail down to between your thighs and you gasp when he finds your clit. Heero rubs it gently, letting your cream slide over his
fingers. He slides one in experimentally and you moan quietly.

Heero slides his cock in slowly, letting you feel each
inch. He fills you completely. He makes love to you slowly, letting you drown
in his dark eyes and be swept away by the pleasure. You moan softly again, lost
in the pleasure caused by the tall, dark, and handsome man over you. You climax
forcefully, sweating and panting. After you�ve recovered slightly, Heero changes positions and places you on top.

To think- the
unbreakable, indominatable Heero-
let you be on top. That surprises you. You rock slowly as he pushes deep into
you. Your hair tickles his chest and you can hear Heero
breathing harder. You think he�s probably close to cumming,
so you speed up a little, pushing harder and lifting higher. His hands one your
ass guide you to just the right depth to make you moan with satisfaction. You
pump faster and faster, on the edge of a chasm of pleasure.

Heero climaxes with a groan, pushing his cock hard into
your cunt, just as you feel yourself orgasming again. You collapse over him, spent, shining with
sweat.

Heero pushes the hair out of your eyes and breathlessly
kisses your forehead. He sighs. You roll off him slowly, snuggling into his
warmth, the softness of the fur, and in the light of the fire.

Even if you
never know what happened to the heroine of �The Last Night,� at least one of
you had a happy ending.
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