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Series: The Reminders series
Title: When He Wakes
Author: KK ([email protected])
Archive: (see bottom of fic for current places of archive)
Category: PWP? Lime, fluff
Pairings: 1x2
Rating: Uhh� not full blown lemon, but citrusy content.. R?
Warnings: Yaoi/shonen-ai, pwp, limey
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The Reminders series
When He Wakes
A GW fanfic by Koko Kitty

I smile as I remember the first time we made love.

A shudder flitters through my memory at the thought. I remember it so clearly. We were both ill experienced despite our none too innocent mental thoughts at the time. I remember the day that I woke up in his arms, the sun lazily streaking through the windows in long beams to fill the room with a fresh morning light. He'd woken up later than me that day, and I'd watched as he lazily stirred and blinked his eyes open, smiling when he saw me grinning up at his relaxed expression.

"Mornin'."

I smile as I remember his hoarse greeting that morning, and how I'd returned his greeting by stretching up and placing a soft kiss on his mouth. As I'd pulled away, he'd brought his arms up to keep me where I was, reaching down slightly to kiss me again. It was a slow, soft, feathery and explorative kiss; relaxed and loving. I close my eyes and remember the soft touches of his tongue teasing the underside of my lip and the way I'd brought a hand up to sit against the warm, soft skin of his neck.

Sometime in the middle of our kiss, he'd shifted to lay half on top of me, our bare legs entwined and the back of one of his hands stroking along my jaw. He'd pulled away after ending our kiss with a few dainty, dreamy kisses, smiling softly down at me, his silky, bed-mussed locks falling into his eyes. His hand had still been stroking my face, and he shifted his gaze to watch it, his deep blue eyes tracing the movements of his fingertip as it stroked along my mouth. My own eyes had slid shut with Heero's delicate touches while his own had followed the actions of his exploring hand.

All we'd done that entire morning was explore each other. Learning one another intimately. He'd touched and peppered kisses over every inch of my body, learning how I reacted to his touch and I had done the same. The morning was spent among the soft, smooth sheets, inquisitive hands and gentle lips moving over warm, sensitive skin. Our breathing had filled the air, interrupted by the occasional gasp, and murmurs of names. He'd learnt how whispering his fingertips over my inner thighs made my breath hitch, how trailing them over my back made me shiver with pleasure and how by feathering his hands over my entire body made it radiate awareness and sensitivity to his every touch. In turn, I had learnt how he liked to have his chest gently touched, how he would arch back and sigh when I kissed his stomach softly and how his eyes closed with contentment when I ran my fingers through the soft hair at the nape of his neck.

I remember as our curious explorations had slowly eased into slow, sensual touches. I remember how his fingers had slid over my skin, firing my nerves up and making me moan with slowly increasing arousal.

Sex that day had been so good, and I remember it all. How his fingers had continued to explore me, how they he had slickened them with lube after gaining my permission, and how he'd delved them inside my body, slowly rubbing his fingertips inside me�

I remember how he'd gently, almost unbearably slowly had sunk into me, relishing the new experience, his mind frantically processing the ecstasy roaring though him. I remember how the whole area of my groin seemed to pulse and throb with arousal, and how I felt sated, gratified and complete when our climaxes had overwhelmed us, before slowly ebbing away.

I shift my lower body, feeling the familiar tightening in my groin from my memories and flicker my eyes up slightly to regard Heero. He's sleeping again, looking like he did that day. He's not tense when he sleeps, unlike most of the day. His muscles totally relax in slumber, and he looks peaceful. I'm still looking at his face, when he stirs, waking. I smile as he greets me in his usual manner; pulling me closer to him and murmuring with that deep voice of his.

"Mornin'."

 
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~KK
22/03/2002

 
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