Burnt Exposure by Agent Midnight
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She's so warm against me.
So hot...
Why did I let this happen?
Why couldn't I control myself?
Her hair slides across my arm in a delicate caress, settling down
against her cheek. A soft sniffling sound emerges from her swollen
lips as she tries to get the wispy strand away from her nose. I carefully
reach my free arm over to swipe the hair and push it behind her ear.
She shifts a brief moment and then relaxes fully against my chest.
I can't stop the smile from reaching my face.
Her heated breath tickles my neck, and I close my eyes to control
myself.
I try to block out the shivers that run along my spine as she absently
grips my arm in her sleep. I try to block out the feeling of one of
her legs curved across my hipbone.
I try to block out the smell of alcohol drifting up to my nose.
I can't get rid of the feeling of being inside her; how her body
gripped me in all the right places. How her hands slid across my chest,
through my hair, touching my face.
I can still feel the burn of her lips against mine.
I run my finger lightly over her smooth leg, trailing up her thigh
to settle on her hip. My breath catches in my throat as she shifts,
air puffing out of her lips. My heart returns to normal when she mumbles
and settles yet again. My hand looks so pale on her tanned skin; so
foreign.
I slide my hand off her hip and down her side, making my way towards
her shoulders. I slip off track and lightly brush against her nipple;
it hardens beneath my touch. Her breath hitches in her throat, and
her hand moves from my upper arm to my neck. She's so warm.
I can't stop myself from leaning down and running my tongue against
the hardened flesh.
That does it.
She shifts, and I lift my head to meet her blurry gaze.
The alcohol hasn't completely worn off yet, I can tell that just
by staring at her. I stop moving, waiting to see how she takes the
situation. Her gaze sharpens so quickly it's stunning, and she looks
at me for the first time since last night. Really looks at me. Soft
blonde hair falls in a curtain to cover her eyes with a simple flick
of her head. Red tinges her cheeks, and she turns her eyes to the
bedsheets.
So beautiful.
Perfect...
I can feel how uncomfortable she is, so I carefully disentangle myself
from her small body. She draws her legs together, no longer having
a body to wrap around, and lays her head on the pillows. Her hair
falls away from her face and comes to a peaceful rest on the white
satins. She stares at me from beneath the safety of her bangs, searching...
The tension in the room is deafening.
"Listen, Relena-"
She sits up quickly, flicking her hair behind her shoulders, exposing
herself more. She doesn't bother trying to cover up.
I have to force my eyes not to stray.
"No." Her voice is smooth in the sudden silence, ripping
through my clouded mind.
Before I can answer, her voice splits more through my sanity.
"Don't make excuses. Don't lie."
All I can do is slowly nod my head. I snatch my shirt off the floor
and quickly scan for the rest of my clothing. Her warm hand envelopes
mine as I see the location of my jeans. I turn and catch a glimpse
of her intense expression. How can anyone be that beautiful?
"Quatre."
I shiver as the sound slides off her pouty lips in a gentle whisper,
and I once again wonder how I never realized how sensual my name could
be.
"Don't go."
She tugs on my arm and I sit on the edge of the bed.
Our lips meet, fire licking my senses, and it's better than last
night.
Why did I lose control?
Because she's so warm.
So beautiful.
She's so perfect.
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The End
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