Disclaimer: Wah! ;__; I put them on my Christmas wish list to Santa, but he didn't give me them! Nope, Gundam Wing is nowhere near mine, so don't sue me- I lay claim to nothing but the fic! Then again, there's that saying that no one can ever do anything 'original', cos ideas and stuff would have inspired and triggered -- . Err�yeah. They're not mine. ^^;
Title: How Could I Forget?
Author: Me, KK! *points at self* =^-^= ([email protected])
Archive: Ask and you shall most likely receive. If I'm feeling nice. ^^
Category: PWP, Lemon (albeit a pretty small one)
Pairings: 1x2. ^^
Rating: NC-17
Warnings & labels: Yaoi, lemon, no redeeming plot whatsoever, and�one 'naughty'
word. ^^;
Feedback: Yes, please! *big toothy kitty grin*
How Could I Forget?
A GW ficlet by Koko Kitty
I close my eyes as the memories flood my mind, a small, silent and breathless gasp leaving my lips as I do so. I shift slightly in my seat at the computer, feeling the silken slide of my trousers against my skin as I do so. It reminds me� //that feeling of the same fabric, soaked onto my skin�// And I remember�
The time when we'd barely walked through the door after coming home from work, and you'd dragged me by my shirt and pulled me towards the bathroom. I remember as you'd quickly pushed my jacket from my shoulders, yanking my shirt open, leaving buttons broken and popped. I watched as you jerked the shower on, tugging your jacket off, then barely checking the temperature was OK before you hauled me in after you.
I remember how you'd immediately kissed me; our mouths meeting together in a frenzied and passionate embrace, and how the powerful pulse of the hot shower had pounded it's way through our clothes in an instant.
I remember the feel of my trousers, clinging tightly to me, moulding themselves to every inch of me and the feel of them hugging and rubbing gently between my legs�it felt so good.
I sigh in pleasure at how I remember your hands roaming over my bared chest, shirt plastered to me and barely hanging off my shoulders. And how those same hands stroked and clenched at my rear, how I'd ground our bodies tightly together, moaning at the unusual but incredible feeling of wet clothes clinging to my skin.
That feeling was so amazing�how my trousers, the same ones I wore now, had utterly plastered themselves to me, wetly caressing every inch of my skin as we moved against each other and hugging themselves along my hot arousal.
And the slippery feel of your soaked, white, silk shirt under my fingers as I'd pulled you tightly against me, abandoning your mouth to kiss my way down your slick body as it was revealed to me when I'd blindly undone your gone see-through shirt.
I remember how you'd impatiently interrupted me, pushing me against a tiled wall. And how you'd hurriedly unfastened my trousers, yanking them down enough to release my aching erection from its confines and moaning when you saw I'd worn nothing underneath. I remember panting slightly at the look of fiery lust in your eyes as you undid your own pants, pressing yourself hard against me as you huskily whispered into my ear to fuck you hard, now.
I remember how I'd done exactly that, holding your hips firmly as I took you from behind, moaning loudly as you'd pushed hard against me, throwing your head back onto my shoulder as you cried out in utter ecstasy.
The memory plays back like a movie in my mind as I recall how I'd thrust long, deep and fast into your tight, embracing body, breathless pants leaving my lips as you rocked back to meet and deepen my every thrust.
And I remember how under the delicious spray of the shower we both quickly came, gratified moans torn from our throats as satisfactory pleasure tore through our bodies.
I open my eyes, the barest of smiles on my face as I glance at the office clock before looking back at my PC screen. You've sent me an email from home, reminding me that it's your day off today, and that you're waiting with a surprise at home for me.
I smile.
With a lover like you, and with memories like that,
How could I forget?
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Owari!
Well? Watcha fink? ^_^ *grin*
~KK
08/01/2002
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