Curves
by KatiKat
Heero licked his lips and ran his hands over her smooth curves. She was beautiful.
He had desired her for months, but he couldnīt allow himself near her. But now
she was his and only his. He wonīt share her with anybody. She was his prize. Eyes
shining with passion, he watched the dance of shadows on her body, on the
wonderful curves, on-
"Heero," sounded the voice of his lover through the intercom in the
garage, breaking through his dream-like haze. "Stop fondling the motorbike
for a moment and come up. Dinner is ready."
The End