Heroine High
Title: Heroine High
Part: 1/1
Author: KKChitown
Status: Final
Category: Ficlet
Rating: PG
Pairings: 1 x 2
Warnings: Language, (duh), um...weird usage of language, and
references to drug habits, references to sex. ^___^
Feedback: I'd love to hear from you
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own 'em. Wish I did like everybody else.
Notes: I'm sorry to subject you to this, but I was driven crazy until I
wrote it. It's about Duo's thoughts on Heero. It's short though, so
do not worry. This came about from too many HBO documentaries and Dr.
Pepper. You have been warned.
On A Heroine High
By KKChitown
Loving Heero is like being on a heroine high.
Why? It's because of his kisses. Those sweet, sour, gentle, hard,
hot, fiery kisses. It's the way his lips feel against your lips, how
they suck all of the air out of you, leaving you breathless, but
still begging for more. It's the way they feel on your skin, how the
wet trail, that goes from neck to nuts, causes every muscle
underneath your skin to tingle with anticipation, and causes your
lips to go dry from the heat of it all. Your head is so fuzzy with
desire that you wouldn't know your ass from a hole in the ground.
Loving Heero is like being on a heroine high.
Again you ask? It's because of his touch. It's those hands, you see,
that can be gentle, caring, caressing, rough, and down right brutal.
He can bend steel with ease but wouldn't dare lift a finger to harm
you in any way. His touch is tender as he strokes your face, unbraids
your hair, almost purring to himself as he runs his fingers through
it, then rips your clothes off, seeming to devour you with his hands.
This adds to your already high-induced mind as he massages every part
of your body. Pleasure clouds your mind and senses, leaving you
helpless and weak. Your body convulses, you scream your voice raw,
your eyes roll up in your head as one climax after another hits you,
sender you higher and higher.
Loving Heero is like being on a heroine high.
Are you sure you want to know? It's because he's addictive.
Everything he does, he does too well. It's the way he cooks. It's the
way he cleans. It's the sex. Anything at all. When he leaves, you
become a vegetable; seeing nothing, hearing nothing, not giving a
damn about anything else. The world could go to hell in a wicker
handbasket and you wouldn't notice. You pace your room and scrape at
your skin from the withdrawal, pleading to whatever almighty entity
to give you what you have to have, or else die from the lack thereof.
You need a hit of him twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, all
year long. You can't ever be satiable. He's in your bloodstream.
Loving Heero is like being on a heroine high.
How? It's because you don't ever want to come down.
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