Author: Chauni

Email: ChauniMaxwell@mechpilot.com

Website: www.oocities.org/asukalangley2nd/

Warnings: Lemon, Language,

Disclaimer: No, I do not own GW or the boys, and I made not money off this. ^-^

Notes: See what happens when I get bored?



The Fun With Dreams



I don't know what to do sometimes, when I watch him through these dripping chestnut bangs that I know I should cut but never get the guts to. Goddamn, he's sexy, waking, sleeping, it doesn't matter, but right now, heh, he takes the prize as he's lying on the bed, strewn about the sheets that are damp with his sweat, and he looks like a sacrifice to Aphrodite or something.

Bet you didn't think I knew about Greek Mythology, did ya?

It's hot in the room, stiffling even with the window open and the warm breeze circulating the still air. Darkness is thick, but I can see his caramel limbs, so strangely white like light house beacons. Ever see those? God, they're bright; damn things will burn the sight right outta your eyes.

Silver filters in between the clouds, striking the sweat that is strewn over his chest and lean legs, which has me damn near groaning, even as I follow his dream-laced movements. Heh. Wonder if he can feel me staring at me through his closed eyes. Wonder if he'd kill me.

I'm pretty sure he would.

This really is a weird night; normally, he moves about as much as a truck with a dropped transmission in his sleep, but this time, he's all over the place, moaning and thrashing like he's either in the greatest pain of his life or...

Heh, me and my dirty little mind.

And then, his hand disappears into the blackhole of spandex (yes! He even sleeps in those damn things!) and I'm instantly turned into a puddle of goo on my bed as it sits across from him. His mouth opens, lips parting slightly, wet and ready, as his breath is coming in small pants and I can see the outline of his fingers moving faster, fumbling, yet acheiving some sort of point as he's writhing quite a bit.

Oh, damn, oh damn, oh, damn! Like I thought this day would come?! Shit, I had given up all hopes of him being a normal teenager, and there he goes and surprises me like this! That sly fucking little s.o.b.!

My own ministrations begin to work faster as I sit up a bit on one pointed elbow, peering over at him as my braid slithers over my chest. God, let me tell ya, there is nothing in this world like being stuck with an overactive libido and having hair that slips over damn sensitive nipples.

His hips push upwards into the air, rising completely off the bed as another set of groans slip from his mouth, and I can just barely see the line of muscles in his arms and legs tightening in the darkness. God, wonder if he's thinking of me and my mouth slipping down over...Shinigami, yes! This is sooo the perfect torture! The pull of slipping into that bed was almost too much, and one of my hands (the one *not* grabbing my naughty bits...heh) gripped the sheets beneath me, even as I whimpered.

His jaw clenched, and I realized that in a minute Mr. I'm-Such-the-Fuckin'-Perfect-Soldier was going to finish his dream sex-romp right in front of me, which was pretty damn good, since I was almost there myself. My head tipped back, my chest tight as my panting grew louder as the usual fire began to slip through my body, leaving small tingles in it's wake.

Just so close..almost there..and then I heard it, the loud groan as he completed, with a name attached to it.

"Oh, Gods, Dr. J!!"

What the- "SHIT!" Out of the bed I fell, shouting as I landed on the damn tile floor of the dorm we were sharing. Why the hell aren't these things carpeted anyway? I could tell I was going to have bruises over my entire hip and arm tomorrow, right where I landed...with my hand still down my pants, though there was nothing substancial to play with anymore.

Not that I could explain that to Heero, as he peered over the bed at me with one questioning eyebrow arched in the most curious of fashions. I watched in slow motion as his impassive eyes marched down to where my wrist disappeared into the black stretchband of my p.j. bottoms and it didn't take a genusis to figure out exactly what I had been doing. Damnit! I could feel the blush high in my cheeks as all the blood that wasn't down slid up.

"Er, I can explain, really!"

"I don't want to know."

And then he was gone, back to curled up on his bed once again, immediatly going back to sleep and ignorant of his sex dream about...EW! I couldn't even *think* of it! Shit...no sleeping for me tonight!




You know, I told that braided baka three and a half months ago to stop watching me while I slept. I hope he has finally learned his lesson; after all, it's very difficult for a soldier to sleep while someone's eyes are glued to him.

I cannot believe he truly believed I would have...about...

Baka.



The End