Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Kiss ❯ One-Shot
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By: heeropeacecraft 
That tantalizing kiss-to-be from Blind Target...
HYxRP aka 1xR
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.15.2003 | Updated On: 01.15.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 363 | Visits: 689 | Status: Completed
That tantalizing kiss-to-be from Blind Target...
HYxRP aka 1xR
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.15.2003 | Updated On: 01.15.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 363 | Visits: 689 | Status: Completed
Soft. Textured from dehydration, but silken soft. A sweetness and warm exhalation met
his lips as he touched them lightly, fearfully, and painfully full of need against her own.
Just the briefest touch, and he pulled back, an inch, another, so that Relena's mouth was
still tantalizingly close, her breath still coming in quick, light puffs of warmth to tease him
into wanting more. He wanted more. He wanted more.
Heero forced his eyes open and was met with her bewildered gaze, the eloquence of her
brows forming a question that couldn't seem to make it past those soft, quivering lips. He
still held her hand locked in his own, held between them both as barrier and bond. How
could he answer that question? How could he tell her that he was ashamed of what he
wanted, that he could be so selfish, crude and hungry. That he was just a weak and
puerile child, who strove to find a nobler way to give her his devotion? How could he tell
her that her faith in him had marked him like a brand, searing him with a desire for purity
that this touch could only threaten. She had no idea what he fought against inside himself
when she came this near. She was unaware, incapable of comprehending such baseness.
She was too pure.
Her eyes, staring at him in question and hope and purest love, they could only change to
revulsion if she knew what his body screamed for him to do. How later, in darkest privacy
he would touch himself and sweat with shame and desire as he moaned her name into the
loneliness of his room, fighting to leave this demon behind, before returning to guard her
from the filthy shadows where he belonged.
And so he broke the bond and left the barrier, dropping her gentle hand and running for
his ship, blind to everything as he licked his bottom lip with a dry and tentative tongue
remembering the sweetness of her breath and the feel of her soft, soft lips against his own,
savoring that contact as his last and feeling the strange stirrings of joy within his heart.
his lips as he touched them lightly, fearfully, and painfully full of need against her own.
Just the briefest touch, and he pulled back, an inch, another, so that Relena's mouth was
still tantalizingly close, her breath still coming in quick, light puffs of warmth to tease him
into wanting more. He wanted more. He wanted more.
Heero forced his eyes open and was met with her bewildered gaze, the eloquence of her
brows forming a question that couldn't seem to make it past those soft, quivering lips. He
still held her hand locked in his own, held between them both as barrier and bond. How
could he answer that question? How could he tell her that he was ashamed of what he
wanted, that he could be so selfish, crude and hungry. That he was just a weak and
puerile child, who strove to find a nobler way to give her his devotion? How could he tell
her that her faith in him had marked him like a brand, searing him with a desire for purity
that this touch could only threaten. She had no idea what he fought against inside himself
when she came this near. She was unaware, incapable of comprehending such baseness.
She was too pure.
Her eyes, staring at him in question and hope and purest love, they could only change to
revulsion if she knew what his body screamed for him to do. How later, in darkest privacy
he would touch himself and sweat with shame and desire as he moaned her name into the
loneliness of his room, fighting to leave this demon behind, before returning to guard her
from the filthy shadows where he belonged.
And so he broke the bond and left the barrier, dropping her gentle hand and running for
his ship, blind to everything as he licked his bottom lip with a dry and tentative tongue
remembering the sweetness of her breath and the feel of her soft, soft lips against his own,
savoring that contact as his last and feeling the strange stirrings of joy within his heart.