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Category:
Gundam Wing/AC › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
9,466
Reviews:
84
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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mistaken identity
unrequited
disclaimer: usual application is in full force
warning: aw, get over it, this chapter contains a sex scene!
an: I’m sorry this chapter is so disgustingly short, but was necessary for the story. Also, if you have ever had sex at night in the dark, you know that even your husband of twent-yfive years could be Antonio Bandaras.
chapter eleven/mistaken identity
She was either having the most erotic dream of her life or hallucinating.
Either way, she was held in complete, blind rapture.
The day had been so long and mentally draining that when she came home she couldn’t even think let alone find her way into pajamas and underneath the cool cotton sheets. When she did feel their crispness under her body she found she was not alone. Even in her tired haze she felt another mouth against her own, hungry for her kiss, her taste, hands grabbing, stroking.
She was soon buried into the mattress, a heavy weight on top of her, her mouth filled with powerful tongue, her slippery sex with fingers urging her to climax. She was so caught in her own arousal she could hear herself moan over and over again “Show yourself to me, show yourself to me,” with little conviction. She was too enraptured to actually care.
She felt orgasm rush over her once and her body quiver and shake under her lover’s ministrations. Her toes curled, her back arched, her aching hard nipples met the smooth plane of his chest as he toyed with her, his thumb tight over her clitoris while his fingers plunged into her depths again and again, her wetness flowing down his palms like streams. Climax came again and she found herself tasting her pleasure over his fingers, sucking each one deliberate and slow as she heard the faint rustle of fabric.
A rush of cool air befell her heated, bare flesh and soon was countered by a heavy warm body lying on top of her. She curled around his form seeking heat, her legs entwining around his waist, her fingers kneading the lean muscle of his shoulders, her mouth blindly seeking his. She felt his engorged member at her entrance, probing but not entering her completely. She thrusted her hips forward to join them with little avail – he pulled his pelvis up and away.
“Please,” She whimpered softly, “I need to feel you inside me.”
His cool wet mouth found the pulse below her ear, kissed and licked it before his voice was heard, raspy, against her ear. “Say my name, Relena,” He whispered almost inaudibly, his teeth sinking into her earlobe, sucking the tender skin.
She groaned, thrusting forward again. “Trowa, please. I need to feel you.”
She felt his body stiffen above her – the muscles under her fingers went tense and his sweat was cooling between their bodies. His lips stopped their decent and he lifted his head. Her eyes glazed over with her passion.
“Please, Trowa. No more teasing.” She murmured. “I’m dying without you.”
Strong hands moved up from her waist, gliding over her breasts to her throat, taking hold with firm, but not suffocating, pressure. Relena moaned as she was suddenly pushed onto her stomach, her lover pushing her hips upward to enter her from behind, and his thrust firm and almost violent. She was thrown forward as he entered her, her balance hardly managed by his fingers gripped into her hips in a deathly hold.
The intimacy, the almost gentle seduction was gone now, she could feel it as he impale himself in her, his frenzy of thrusts hard and searing. Combined with the pain of his grip on her hips, she felt lightheaded and overwhelmed – like she was being taken. “Trowa,” She panted his name and his actions became more demanding more violent. “Trowa,” she continued to chant his name as flames of passion licked her entire body. She could feel something swell and harden within her as she exploded into bliss – followed closely behind by her mystery lover. Her entire body was shaking with the power of her climax, the heat between her legs blaring out of control.
As their combined fluids flowed down her thighs and cooled in the air she fell onto the rumpled sheets with a delirious sigh, sleep finally taking her within it’s growing claws and claiming her.
She vaguely recalled him still leering over her, his finger running up the length of her spin to push her hair from her face. “No more teasing,” She could barely hear the words as she fell into a calm, restful slumber. “Because someone will die, Barton, and I swear it will be you.”
To be continued…
disclaimer: usual application is in full force
warning: aw, get over it, this chapter contains a sex scene!
an: I’m sorry this chapter is so disgustingly short, but was necessary for the story. Also, if you have ever had sex at night in the dark, you know that even your husband of twent-yfive years could be Antonio Bandaras.
chapter eleven/mistaken identity
She was either having the most erotic dream of her life or hallucinating.
Either way, she was held in complete, blind rapture.
The day had been so long and mentally draining that when she came home she couldn’t even think let alone find her way into pajamas and underneath the cool cotton sheets. When she did feel their crispness under her body she found she was not alone. Even in her tired haze she felt another mouth against her own, hungry for her kiss, her taste, hands grabbing, stroking.
She was soon buried into the mattress, a heavy weight on top of her, her mouth filled with powerful tongue, her slippery sex with fingers urging her to climax. She was so caught in her own arousal she could hear herself moan over and over again “Show yourself to me, show yourself to me,” with little conviction. She was too enraptured to actually care.
She felt orgasm rush over her once and her body quiver and shake under her lover’s ministrations. Her toes curled, her back arched, her aching hard nipples met the smooth plane of his chest as he toyed with her, his thumb tight over her clitoris while his fingers plunged into her depths again and again, her wetness flowing down his palms like streams. Climax came again and she found herself tasting her pleasure over his fingers, sucking each one deliberate and slow as she heard the faint rustle of fabric.
A rush of cool air befell her heated, bare flesh and soon was countered by a heavy warm body lying on top of her. She curled around his form seeking heat, her legs entwining around his waist, her fingers kneading the lean muscle of his shoulders, her mouth blindly seeking his. She felt his engorged member at her entrance, probing but not entering her completely. She thrusted her hips forward to join them with little avail – he pulled his pelvis up and away.
“Please,” She whimpered softly, “I need to feel you inside me.”
His cool wet mouth found the pulse below her ear, kissed and licked it before his voice was heard, raspy, against her ear. “Say my name, Relena,” He whispered almost inaudibly, his teeth sinking into her earlobe, sucking the tender skin.
She groaned, thrusting forward again. “Trowa, please. I need to feel you.”
She felt his body stiffen above her – the muscles under her fingers went tense and his sweat was cooling between their bodies. His lips stopped their decent and he lifted his head. Her eyes glazed over with her passion.
“Please, Trowa. No more teasing.” She murmured. “I’m dying without you.”
Strong hands moved up from her waist, gliding over her breasts to her throat, taking hold with firm, but not suffocating, pressure. Relena moaned as she was suddenly pushed onto her stomach, her lover pushing her hips upward to enter her from behind, and his thrust firm and almost violent. She was thrown forward as he entered her, her balance hardly managed by his fingers gripped into her hips in a deathly hold.
The intimacy, the almost gentle seduction was gone now, she could feel it as he impale himself in her, his frenzy of thrusts hard and searing. Combined with the pain of his grip on her hips, she felt lightheaded and overwhelmed – like she was being taken. “Trowa,” She panted his name and his actions became more demanding more violent. “Trowa,” she continued to chant his name as flames of passion licked her entire body. She could feel something swell and harden within her as she exploded into bliss – followed closely behind by her mystery lover. Her entire body was shaking with the power of her climax, the heat between her legs blaring out of control.
As their combined fluids flowed down her thighs and cooled in the air she fell onto the rumpled sheets with a delirious sigh, sleep finally taking her within it’s growing claws and claiming her.
She vaguely recalled him still leering over her, his finger running up the length of her spin to push her hair from her face. “No more teasing,” She could barely hear the words as she fell into a calm, restful slumber. “Because someone will die, Barton, and I swear it will be you.”
To be continued…