...and the moss keeps on growing... >.
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lavandarlizard2I had to fricassee a few hamsters to get this, but the survivors fell into line very quickly. They seem to have embarked on a breeding program to replenish their ranks, as well... 0.o
It's still raining; I'm still sprouting moss; my job is going to give me a heart attack, and my brother wants me to move to *Houston* with him... *sigh*
BFB - 087h(?) - Strange Days V
I closed my magazine and looked up as Duo stepped into the doorway. His hair was loose and he had on a pair of my lounging pants; the blue ones, I noted automatically.
I don’t much care for these periods of enforced separation, but Duo insisted that he wouldn’t get used to noises and movements if I was at his elbow every moment. He wanted to knit, he said; it relaxed him and gave him a chance to examine the inside of his own head, but he couldn’t do it right now with me staring at him like I expected him to grow ears and a tail.
Reluctantly, I agreed to leave him alone for an hour every evening. I determined that I would also use the time for something useful, even if it did make me grind my teeth with worry.
But time was up and the Banshee was back. I tossed the magazine aside and smiled at my diffident lover.
“Heero... Would you help me with my hair?” he asked softly.
I snorted, already halfway to my Banshee. We don’t shower together every day, but Duo would often ask for help with his massive mane of hair and I have certainly never said ‘no’ to that task. He smiled at me and ducked back into the bathroom to turn the shower on.
It also doesn’t hurt that these are moments of intimacy that don’t leave Duo shaking and furious with himself these days.
He’s been trying so hard to be all right, even though it’s been less than two weeks. I doubt if anyone else notices his flinches or the way he startles at sharp sounds or movements. It kills me to leave the office without him, knowing that he still feels vulnerable, but he absolutely will not have me hovering over him. Whenever I return, I have to touch him, to hold him, to reassure myself with that touch that nothing has happened while I was elsewhere.
I wet Duo’s hair and applied the shampoo, working the lather through to the ends and then rubbed at his scalp while the Banshee purred and sighed happily. After a few minutes of that, I coiled it up on top of his head and picked up the raspberry soap.
“Yes?” I inquired hopefully.
“Sure,” Duo smiled, his purple velvet eyes glowing, and turned his back.
I worked briskly with the soap, not giving myself time to become maudlin. We were not here to indulge in sexual fantasies; therefore I would not allow such things to intrude upon my thoughts. I could, though, with very little effort, being so close with nothing between us but water and a fast-disappearing soap lather. When I finished, I rinsed his body and his hair and added the conditioner that was the only thing that allowed a comb to pass through that thick hair. And then I turned my back while Duo returned the favor with the raspberry soap.
“Isn’t this supposed to be erotic?” Duo murmured.
I snorted at having my own thoughts teased back at me. “Only if you want it to be, angel.” I stepped under the water to rinse off while Duo rinsed the conditioner from his glossy hair.
“Maybe I do,” he said softly when he had finished. I froze for an instant, then turned slowly to stare at my Banshee.
“Duo...?”
“Maybe... try again...?” Duo asked hesitantly. He touched my arm, stroking lightly at my golden skin. “Eventually it’ll work; right?” he said hopefully. “If we try enough?”
“Yes,” I answered firmly. “Eventually everything will be better.” And maybe a bit sooner than ‘eventually’, if he lets me...
I opened my arms and Duo slid into my embrace with a smile and a deep sigh; this was no effort on either of our parts; it was only the next steps that became problematic.
For a few minutes, we just held each other; then I stepped back to take Duo by the arms and move him so that his back was against the shower wall. He opened his mouth to ask and I covered it with my own.
“Your job,” I whispered when we broke for air, “Is to stay right there and enjoy yourself. In fact,” I smirked, “I expect you to enjoy yourself very vocally. *Very* vocally.”
Duo stared at me. “O-okay,” he murmured finally. “I guess I can manage that.”
There are places I cannot touch; not without him flinching and a wild-animal fear flickering in his eyes. Therefore, I do not touch those places right now. There are many more places I can touch, and I did, without pause, until he was whining with “want”.
I sat back on my heels to give him a moment. I didn’t want him hyperventilating; it’s hard to scream when you can’t breathe. He brought his breathing under control as I stroked his legs, his back and the sleek planes of his chest. His fingers, which had fisted in my hair, relaxed, petting lightly. He opened sloe eyes, looking down at me in wonder. He hadn’t expected to get this far; I can see it in those purple velvet eyes.
“Okay, baby?”
“Yeah.” His voice is wobbling about the upper registers, but he’s not frightened.
“Continue?”
He nodded sharply, a goofy smirk on his lips. “Please..?” His fingers caressed my face, telling me that he was nowhere near frightened, and then sifted through my hair again briefly.
So, I wrapped my arms around his hips in a hug, resting my cheek against his very nice abs for a moment. His hands slipped down to rub my shoulders and I felt the long contented sigh. I matched it with one of my own.
“Heero...” he breathed and his hands slipped away from me, palms flattening against the wall. For just a moment, I wondered.... and then he rolled his hips against me.
Oh, yes... *My* Banshee.
And I wrapped my lizard-tongue around his cock.
+~+
Ah, beautiful morning! He’s just waking up; stretching and sighing and squirming luxuriously. Oh, yes; we are making progress. No one takes what is mine; not for long.
“Good morning, angel...”
A smile. An actual, blindingly happy smile.
“...Hi... When’s breakfast?”
*Yessss!*
...tbc...
It's still raining; I'm still sprouting moss; my job is going to give me a heart attack, and my brother wants me to move to *Houston* with him... *sigh*
BFB - 087h(?) - Strange Days V
I closed my magazine and looked up as Duo stepped into the doorway. His hair was loose and he had on a pair of my lounging pants; the blue ones, I noted automatically.
I don’t much care for these periods of enforced separation, but Duo insisted that he wouldn’t get used to noises and movements if I was at his elbow every moment. He wanted to knit, he said; it relaxed him and gave him a chance to examine the inside of his own head, but he couldn’t do it right now with me staring at him like I expected him to grow ears and a tail.
Reluctantly, I agreed to leave him alone for an hour every evening. I determined that I would also use the time for something useful, even if it did make me grind my teeth with worry.
But time was up and the Banshee was back. I tossed the magazine aside and smiled at my diffident lover.
“Heero... Would you help me with my hair?” he asked softly.
I snorted, already halfway to my Banshee. We don’t shower together every day, but Duo would often ask for help with his massive mane of hair and I have certainly never said ‘no’ to that task. He smiled at me and ducked back into the bathroom to turn the shower on.
It also doesn’t hurt that these are moments of intimacy that don’t leave Duo shaking and furious with himself these days.
He’s been trying so hard to be all right, even though it’s been less than two weeks. I doubt if anyone else notices his flinches or the way he startles at sharp sounds or movements. It kills me to leave the office without him, knowing that he still feels vulnerable, but he absolutely will not have me hovering over him. Whenever I return, I have to touch him, to hold him, to reassure myself with that touch that nothing has happened while I was elsewhere.
I wet Duo’s hair and applied the shampoo, working the lather through to the ends and then rubbed at his scalp while the Banshee purred and sighed happily. After a few minutes of that, I coiled it up on top of his head and picked up the raspberry soap.
“Yes?” I inquired hopefully.
“Sure,” Duo smiled, his purple velvet eyes glowing, and turned his back.
I worked briskly with the soap, not giving myself time to become maudlin. We were not here to indulge in sexual fantasies; therefore I would not allow such things to intrude upon my thoughts. I could, though, with very little effort, being so close with nothing between us but water and a fast-disappearing soap lather. When I finished, I rinsed his body and his hair and added the conditioner that was the only thing that allowed a comb to pass through that thick hair. And then I turned my back while Duo returned the favor with the raspberry soap.
“Isn’t this supposed to be erotic?” Duo murmured.
I snorted at having my own thoughts teased back at me. “Only if you want it to be, angel.” I stepped under the water to rinse off while Duo rinsed the conditioner from his glossy hair.
“Maybe I do,” he said softly when he had finished. I froze for an instant, then turned slowly to stare at my Banshee.
“Duo...?”
“Maybe... try again...?” Duo asked hesitantly. He touched my arm, stroking lightly at my golden skin. “Eventually it’ll work; right?” he said hopefully. “If we try enough?”
“Yes,” I answered firmly. “Eventually everything will be better.” And maybe a bit sooner than ‘eventually’, if he lets me...
I opened my arms and Duo slid into my embrace with a smile and a deep sigh; this was no effort on either of our parts; it was only the next steps that became problematic.
For a few minutes, we just held each other; then I stepped back to take Duo by the arms and move him so that his back was against the shower wall. He opened his mouth to ask and I covered it with my own.
“Your job,” I whispered when we broke for air, “Is to stay right there and enjoy yourself. In fact,” I smirked, “I expect you to enjoy yourself very vocally. *Very* vocally.”
Duo stared at me. “O-okay,” he murmured finally. “I guess I can manage that.”
There are places I cannot touch; not without him flinching and a wild-animal fear flickering in his eyes. Therefore, I do not touch those places right now. There are many more places I can touch, and I did, without pause, until he was whining with “want”.
I sat back on my heels to give him a moment. I didn’t want him hyperventilating; it’s hard to scream when you can’t breathe. He brought his breathing under control as I stroked his legs, his back and the sleek planes of his chest. His fingers, which had fisted in my hair, relaxed, petting lightly. He opened sloe eyes, looking down at me in wonder. He hadn’t expected to get this far; I can see it in those purple velvet eyes.
“Okay, baby?”
“Yeah.” His voice is wobbling about the upper registers, but he’s not frightened.
“Continue?”
He nodded sharply, a goofy smirk on his lips. “Please..?” His fingers caressed my face, telling me that he was nowhere near frightened, and then sifted through my hair again briefly.
So, I wrapped my arms around his hips in a hug, resting my cheek against his very nice abs for a moment. His hands slipped down to rub my shoulders and I felt the long contented sigh. I matched it with one of my own.
“Heero...” he breathed and his hands slipped away from me, palms flattening against the wall. For just a moment, I wondered.... and then he rolled his hips against me.
Oh, yes... *My* Banshee.
And I wrapped my lizard-tongue around his cock.
+~+
Ah, beautiful morning! He’s just waking up; stretching and sighing and squirming luxuriously. Oh, yes; we are making progress. No one takes what is mine; not for long.
“Good morning, angel...”
A smile. An actual, blindingly happy smile.
“...Hi... When’s breakfast?”
*Yessss!*
...tbc...
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Date: 2005-02-20 04:27 pm (UTC)*sits and waits for more*
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Date: 2005-02-21 01:44 am (UTC)In this case, however... ^_^
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Date: 2005-02-21 01:46 am (UTC)Julie will be back eventually for dealing-with, but you know how these legal things go.
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Date: 2005-02-20 08:17 pm (UTC)It's good to see Duo getting better, and if those coworkers of yours give you a heart attack, let them know they'll have to deal with your fans.
It's good to see Duo getting better, and if those coworkers of yours give you a heart attack, let them know they'll have to deal with your fans.
<_< >_> I think some of them may be a little rabid...
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Date: 2005-02-21 01:52 am (UTC)Hey, by all means; the more rabid the better. I'll sic them on my coworkers, most of whom should be glad to die foaming at the mouth... >.<
Heero is a Wyvern of many surprises.... ^__^
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Date: 2005-02-20 08:31 pm (UTC)i hope your hamsters won't stop cooperating.
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Date: 2005-02-21 02:10 am (UTC)-TCM
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Date: 2005-02-21 03:14 pm (UTC)...damn... they want sweet... Whattami gonna do now?!
*sigh* okay, we'll attempt sweet. somewhere.
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Date: 2005-02-22 01:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-21 12:23 pm (UTC)Now... you have a fricasseed hamster receipe and you didn't share? You've been holding out on me! :P
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Date: 2005-02-21 03:18 pm (UTC)I've only tested it once; gotta round them up and try it a couple more times to make sure it works. ^_^ With the way I cook, it could be just dumb luck. I want to try it on the plot bunnies too. Little "darlings"...
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Date: 2005-02-21 03:38 pm (UTC)^o^
Ok... that was bad. *snickers helplessly*
Hamster on a stick! :P :P
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Date: 2005-02-21 03:51 pm (UTC)...okay... I'm getting hungry...
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Date: 2005-03-03 01:45 am (UTC)You in there? *leaves little packet of chocolate creams*
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Date: 2005-03-03 01:59 am (UTC)I'm having a good news/bad news month... Lots of stuff getting written... just none of it goes *here*. >.< That's how the hamsters get back at me; they give me future stuff and then laugh while I try to connect the parts...
And the last couple of weeks at work have just... sucked the life outta me, I guess. Things seem to be looking up, or maybe that was just because the whirlwind adrenalin junkie wasn't there today. When she's there, it's so noisy upstairs. She never shuts up, and everything is a crisis. It just...wears on me...~_~ *sucks the cream out of the chocolate* ...mmmm... chocolate.... ^_^
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Date: 2005-03-03 12:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-05 04:34 am (UTC)And is there anything I can do for you? 'cause heart attacks= not good. *Smiles* oh, I know. . .I can get off my lazy but and write you a letter. ^_^ then you can scribble down feelings you're having, and we can actually pick up on the whole "communication" thing.