1x2 Firsts Part **
By Lily
A Round Robin of the 1x2 Firsts ML
I rolled over in bed and cracked open an eye, peeking over at the semi-still figure in the bed across the room. Fingering my hair, in it's lovely new braid, I wondered what he was dreaming about. I had known by this point that my dreams seemed to include a certain cobalt-eyed pilot, I just wasn't sure why.
He was breathing slow and evenly, just like I could have imagined he would. Everything he does is so neat, so perfect, I get jealous just watching him sleep. Everytime I fall asleep I end up lying on my braid - which *hurts* - and if I try to sleep with my hair loose, well, let's just say that it's not a pretty picture. The last time I tried that it took three of the pilots to get me untangled the next morning. That is *not* happening again. Rolling onto my back I put my hands under my head and stared at the ceiling.
I guess I must have fallen asleep counting those cracks because the next time I opened my eyes it was morning, and the sun was highlighting Heero in his bed, lying on his side, facing me. He was still asleep, lashes sweeping down over his cheeks in a way that was oddly alluring, although I couldn't say why. The window was a framed backdrop, the sun outlining his body, and I almost giggled when I saw what he was wearing - yes, my friends, he was sleeping in his spandex. The sheet was twisted over his chest, but I could see one of his nipples poking out, and I realized that he was sleeping half-nude. I shuddered, a movement that swept down my body, making me cold. I grabbed for my sheet just as it slithered off the bed and whispered to the floor. Sighing, I got up, throwing my legs over the side of the bed, leaning down to pick up that errant escaped sheet, and just as I leaned down he opened his blue eyes. Those ocean-colored eyes widened slightly as they came in close contact with my nearly naked body. (I was only wearing boxers!) Heero shook his head, tousled dark hair flopping against the pillow as he woke himself up. Then he got out of bed, efficiently as always, and went to take a shower. I finally managed to grab the sheet and wrap it around me, realizing belatedly that I had a morning hard-on. I must have flushed to the roots of my hair when I understood why his eyes had widened like that.
I waited for the shower water to stop - accompanied by the creak of the shower knobs turning - before I began to un-plait my hair. It wouldn't do to take my hair out too early, the longer it's loose, the longer it has to get snarled. As I was unweaving the three sections, Heero entered the room in naught but a towel slung low over his hips. It was my turn for my eyes to widen, because he looked - well, beautiful, yes - but he had scars covering his upper body, crisscrossing, some of them kissing others, especially down his spine. I must have jerked backwards because he quirked an eyebrow but did not say a word. It wasn't disgust or revulsion that led me to wince, but rather shock. I hadn't known he was that banged up, nor had I known that anything could be so heartbreakingly lovely.
He shrugged his shoulders and I gasped at my reaction to it. The muscles in his shoulder blades rippled and I felt myself get hard - again - and asked myself, again, if I was *sure* that I was into girls. I had left a girl behind at the last school we'd been to, she was pretty enough with sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes, her name was Anna. I'd kissed her and enjoyed it, but the one time I'd seen her nearly naked I hadn't gotten as aroused as I was getting watching Heero dress. If he noticed my scrutiny he gave no indication of it. For the first time a mystery was solved - he didn't ever put any kind of underwear on. I guess nothing comes between him and his spandex, huh?
As I watched, he moved slightly and I got a good look at the wall. Okay, laugh if you must, but Shinigami, Deathscythe's pilot, is still *terrified* of spiders. I simply cannot abide them. I think everyone has their weakness, and that is mine. You could torture anything out of me by threatening me with a spider. Luckily, no one knew about this rather embarrassing character flaw, although Heero was about to become intimately acquainted with said phobia. There was a large, black spider crawling up the wall behind Heero's bed, and even though it was all the way across the room from me, I squealed a little and jumped onto my bed. This culminated in my sheet slipping down over my frantically hidden erection, exposing me to Heero's probing, confused glance. I pointed behind him, trying not to look too much like a scared little girl, and when he turned towards the wall I yanked the sheet over me as fast as I could. I mean, did he have to *stare*? He cocked his head and began to study the "thing" (shudder!) while muttering under his breath. After several minutes of that I began to calm down and just shook my head at him in disgust. Leave it to Heero to begin cataloguing spiderly attributes while I'm standing on my bed, shivering in the early-
morning cold, my sheet not really hiding my erection (although it was fading with the advent of the "creature").
"Heero, please just kill it and dispose of it - preferably by flushing?" I asked him, trying not to sound like I was begging. Heero tossed a look over his shoulder and actually smirked at me.
"You're afraid of arachnids?" he asked mildly. I nodded my head, perhaps a bit too vigorously, and that smirk crept across his lips again. I mean, sheesh, does he have to laugh? And yes, before you ask, that's as close to a laugh as I've ever seen Heero get, with the exception of that maniacal laughter he sports when he's blowing things up. Always a frightening sound, that. He gave one final smirk before he wiped his face clean of all _expression again. Departing the room, he went into the bathroom and I heard him rustling around looking for the kleenex. Meanwhile, that "thing" was perched quietly on the wall, no longer moving, and I swear I could see it laughing at me.
When Heero returned he was holding a few pieces of toilet paper, which I must admit is an intriguing image - Heero, with toilet paper? Excuse me, I have to giggle - or I would, except I try not to open my mouth in the presence of spiders. He killed it, quickly and with the same finesse he uses when he kills OZ soldiers, and then left the room again. I couldn't help but grin a little as I realized that he flushed it like I had suggested. Now, if all of that was strange, just try to imagine what happened next, and you'll probably be as astonished as I was.
When he came back into the room, he looked up at me, still standing unsteadily on the bed, and shook his head.
"Duo no baka," he murmured, then crossed the room and wrapped his arms around my legs and lifted me up, sliding me down against his body until my feet were touching the floor again. My erection sprang to new life and I blushed, but he just looked at me, something unreadable shimmering in his prussian-blue eyes. My entire body was pressed against his, creating a full-length contact that was broken only by our separated heads. Call me crazy, as I'm sure I am, but I just couldn't resist, not when he was that close. I leaned forward, my tongue darting out of my mouth, and licked his lower lip - the barest caress. I didn't want him to shoot me! He started a little, but his eyes closed and his head fell forward slightly until our lips met. His nose bumped mine and it was a clumsy kiss, if it can be called that, but I suddenly felt warm all the way down to my toes. The brush of his mouth against mine was like the most erotic touch I could remember. Anna's kisses - deep, tonsil-touching, spit-swapping kisses - had not awakened the heat that burned within me at the feel of his lips pressed to mine, even in light contact.
It was over entirely too quickly, he stepped away from me, eyes opening, wonder shining within their depths. He ran a hand through his hair, and I wondered if perhaps this was the beginning of something *more* than just a bee-you-tee-ful friendship...
I wonder if this time I'll be correct?