A losing plan

Epilogue

You sighed as you snuggled closer to the heat next to you, your nose buried in the hollow between Heero's shoulder and throat.

Heero ...

Your smile came easily as you took a deep breath, the fragrance of pine and sandalwood mixed with something more primal - something close to a combination of sweat and your herbal shampoo -made it easy to recall last-night's activities.

"I know what you're thinking," Heero's deep voice rumbled near your ear.

You chuckled, placing a brief kiss against his collarbone.

"Good morning," you muttered as your lips lingered against his skin.

"Morning," Heero shot back sleepily. It was obvious he had only just woken.

You shifted slightly when Heero flexed the muscles in his arm, the ligament pulling you closer against him while his fingertips trailed over your side, shoulder and neck - before diving those sinful fingers into your hair and weaving them through your locks. He had a habit of doing that.

"No pulling," you moaned in warning. Not that he ever did - except maybe that one time four days ago, but that had been your own fault. You should have heeded his warning, no matter the moment it had been given.

"And if I make it up to you?" Heero questioned, slightly tugging at your hair.

You muttered something foul while you raised your chin. Heero only had to turn his head and -

You sighed, opening your mouth to Heero's questioning tongue. He was too damn good at this. One slight shift on his side and he had the leverage to turn you onto your back, his muscles tensing and relaxing as he maintained contact. Your arms automatically wrapped around his torso, one hand diving into his hair while the other ran up and down his lower spine. It was easy to accommodate him, almost second-nature even.

"I thought you had your fill," you whispered when Heero's lips moved away. He nipped at your jaw, his leg nudging your own legs apart as he settled in the cradle of your hips.

"Of you? Never."

Those words sounded too damn good.

"I suppose if you put it that way ..."

A moan escaped you when Heero's mouth found a sensitive spot near your ear - the one just below your jaw line. Your own fingers - which were still holding tight to Heero's scalp - tightened to hold him in place. You loved it when he used his teeth to scrape against your skin before -

Yes! Just like that!

"Heero," you moaned in appreciation. Heero's free hand moved towards your hip, over your thigh, before urging you to lift your leg and wrap it around his hip. You did so without further incentive even if you knew you had to at least try to object. "We don't have time for this."

One roll of his hips and you were convinced that - obligations or no obligations - you could make the damn time!

"Want me to stop?" Heero murmured, knowing your answer long before he even bothered to ask.

"Do it and die," you heatedly warned, your fingers tightening their grip on his scalp.

Heero grunted, his lips and teeth working in unison to repay you for that brief moment of aggression - not that you minded. You would most likely do it all the time if he wanted to repay you like that. Heero kissed you again, the heat and passion behind the action rising with every second. You lifted your other leg, locking them around his hips and crossing your ankles to keep him where he was. Heero didn't seem to mind. In fact, you were certain he enjoyed it a little too much.