Woke Up One Morning... Part 15
Last night was... difficult to say the least.
I had fully prepared myself for the nightmares that I knew Heero would most likely have after his ordeal at headquarters yesterday. And they came with a vengeance.
Through most of the night I was waking to the sound of Heero whimpering, or the feeling of him thrashing around in the midst of a struggle in his dreams.
Normally one who can sleep dead through a nightmare, these particular dreams had a certain punch to them to make him react like this in his sleep.
On a couple of occasions, I took a good hit to the gut or shoulder in my efforts to wake him. Every time, he woke in a cold sweat and would look up with the most terrified expression I ever saw on his face that would even shake me.
Clinging to me when the wave of adrenaline passed, he would just cry silently and kiss my cheek in apology as I rocked him back to sleep.
So, yea, it was a pretty rough night.
Finally, about two hours ago, Heero managed to drift off into a fitful sleep for the remainder of the wee morning hours.
In the meantime, I've been resting a little less deeply to keep watch. I'll gladly take a day of being tired if it means making sure that my husband is alright.
Painful as it is to crack my eyes open at the first glimpse of sunlight behind the drawn curtains, it's worth it to hear 'Ro's steady breathing behind me. Reaching over to turn off the alarm clock before it sounds, I turn myself to have a good look at my partner.
His head cradled comfortably on his pillow, he is lying on his back with his nightshirt a mess as the only sign that he had anything but a perfectly restful night. It's beyond a relief for me to actually see his face so relaxed with those creased lines gone and not a single bead of sweat to be found.
Damn, it's tempting to just call out of work for the day so that Heero can rest more.
But I know he's as anxious as I am to go in to find out what Lady Une's team was able to gather up on our new person of interest in the case.
I'll just be so damned happy when this thing is sealed up so that there won't be any more brought on nights like this last one. I don't even care anymore what these investigations do to me. I can't stand seeing Heero in the state he's in when he has a round of nightmares that reduce him to tears and screams. It's unbearable.
Right now at least, I have some time to admire my partner as he continues to sleep soundly. Propping my head up just beside his with my bent arm on his pillow, I smile at the view.
For me, there is nothing more beautiful than Heero when he is like this. Years seem to slip away from his face when he's at total peace as he is now. All of the lines and even some of the tiny scars earned from the war have faded and there is the slightest of smiles present.
Slowly, I reach up with a finger to ever so slightly run it over his lips. There is no reaction at first other than a deep sigh at the touch. And the smile on my face grows at the sound, knowing that he trusts me even in his sleep to watch after him like this.
Why the hell can't the rest of the world can just hold off for a while? I'd be perfectly happy to just watch my partner like this for hours.
Unfortunately, we don't have a lot of time to get to our daily routines and arrive at work on time. Taking a deep breath, I break the spell and lean in to kiss Heero with a firm press from my mouth to his.
Another quiet sigh escapes him and slowly, his hand wraps around me to hold the back of my head in place as he deepens the kiss. Chuckling quietly at his sudden alertness to what is going on, my tongue dances around his for a time before the need for air breaks us.
Once my eyes open, I'm greeted with the warmest eyes and smile from Heero as he says quietly, "''Morning."
"Good morning, yourself," I snicker while I feel his free hand wrap the end of my braid around it.
For a moment, I'm thankful yet again that I thought enough in advance to keep my hair like that. If it'd been loose, it would be one massive ball of tangles with all of the moving around in the bed last night.
Sobering a bit, I in worry and run a finger through my husband's bangs and ask, "Are you alright?"
Heero's grin pulls back as he swallows roughly and nods. No matter how many times I had been there for him in the past to get him through a bad night, I know that he's embarrassed by it. Yet at the same time, I always felt his appreciation for my help.
Instead of the smallest of smiles that he would offer me in appreciation back then, I'm now rewarded by him pulling me back down for a chaste, but reeling, kiss.
Releasing me, 'Ro frowns, "I should be asking you that. I'm sure you had even less sleep than I did." Gut instinct, I want to deny it so that he doesn't feel bad, but he raises an eyebrow with a knowing look.
With a shrug, I grin, "I'll live. An extra coffee or two and I'll get through the day just fine." Lightly poking him in the side, I offer, "Now, you hit the shower first and I get breakfast started."
All of a sudden, I shift when he rolls on top of me and grinds our hips together while he kisses the daylights out of me. We're both panting heavily when he pulls back to smirk wickedly down at me, "The showers can wait until tonight. I have something else in mind I would rather be doing instead."
Not allowing me a chance to do more than blink in surprise, he moves again to hook a finger in the waistband of my boxers. My hips rise without little thought on my part to make them do so and the boxers are removed quickly and effectively.
I pull my nightshirt off and strip the one Heero is wearing off of him in a blink. Still breathing heavily, we both reach down to pull his briefs away.
Then he turns himself so that he is on his side with his head by my growing cock and I am staring at his groin. Instantly knowing exactly what he has in mind for us, my eyes widen and pulse quickens.
Biting my lip, I turn towards his hips and tentatively reach out to touch him. My hand tightens as hard as I know he likes it and I start a steady massage.
'Ro is far more adventurous as he simply wraps his mouth around me with a moan, causing a sharp gasp from my lungs.
Before my brain completely shuts down, I return the favor and take him in my own mouth. A deep groan rumbles over my penis and I move my head back and forth while sucking his shaft.
Every pass, I manage to get him deeper and deeper as he does the same for me.
Jesus, I feel like my heart's about to pump right out of my damned chest! As wonderful as it feels to have that moist heat around my cock, it's even more thrilling knowing the source of that sensation.
To keep from losing my mind too soon, I follow the pace that Heero is setting. From the gasps and groans that are matching mine, I can tell that he's enjoying this every bit as much as I am. And those sounds only make my length pulse in his mouth.
We continue our exchange of blowing each other close to the edge when I suddenly feel a calloused hand caressing my ass cheeks. Soothing as that is, I'm caught completely off of my guard when a finger delves inside to massage my rim.
Fuck! It's not even inside of me, but it's enough to send me over the edge with a muffled cry. Not a second after I spill into his mouth, my partner's screaming in the midst of his own orgasm and I'm drinking his warm essence.
Effectively sucking one another clean, we pull apart gulping for air. Holy shit, was that amazing!
Taking a moment, Heero shifts back so that he's facing me again.
His face is just as flushed as mine feels, but there's also the same satisfaction there as well. Smiling, he leans in to kiss me fiercely as he pulls me close against him. There is a wave of heat in tasting myself on his tongue. I'm just guessing the shiver running through him is for the same reason.
Breathless when we break away, I pant, "My God. I think I have a new favorite number." 'Ro's head falls back as he laughs.
Lightly brushing the back of his hand against my cheek, he says quietly, "We better get up and moving or I'll never let us out of this bed." Humming in agreement, I lean into his touch and nod. It is all too tempting to make that call out, but duty is duty.
Shifting once more, Heero lightly grips my hand and assists me out of the tangled sheets.
* * * * * *
One brief clean up and a change into uniform later, we're heading downstairs to make breakfast together when a thought suddenly hits.
I'm setting the table, watching my husband working at the stove as I ponder more and more over what struck me. Not exactly sure of how comfortable he would be with my asking, I wait until our food is plated and we're both seated across from each other at the table.
A wave of nervousness comes over me as I finish off a mouthful of food, look up at 'Ro and decide to blurt out, "So, would we be considered lovers?" Nearly dropping his fork, his head snaps up at me with wide, confused eyes.
Smiling sheepishly, I shrug, "I mean, some people wouldn't consider some of the fooling around we do to be sex. That would mean that we're not lovers then, right?"
Now, I will be the first to admit that it's probably a ridiculous question. What does it really matter one way or the other? But after wanting to be like this with the guy that I've been quietly pining after for years, it's on my mind.
Chewing what was in his mouth at the time to swallow it, Heero tilts his head in a sincere consideration of the question. The fact that he's not outright laughing at me or making some smart remark back is a pleasant surprise. In face, it's a downright relief to me.
It means he actually takes what I have to say about our relationship seriously, making me fall for him all over again.
"That's something that I would think depends on the actual people involved," my partner answers after a brief moment. "Something like that shouldn't be decided by anyone else since it's such a personal thing that they wouldn't understand unless they were in the relationship to see how it worked."
His answer is such a simple yet well-put thing, that I blink in surprise. Really, there is no better answer to that question. In the end, when it comes to any aspect of a couple's connection, they are the ones that make the relationship whatever it is.
Shaking my head, I chuckle deeply, "Heero, anyone who thinks that you don't 'get it' wouldn't be able to tell their ass from a hole in the ground. I think you have a better understanding of life and how it works than most people out there."
It's my husband's turn to blink in surprise and I'm rewarded with a brilliant smile of appreciation for the compliment. After our talk last night, I know how important it is for him to know I don't see him as the 'robot' or other terms we have both overheard some of the other agents use when whispering about him.
But now, I have to wonder what Heero does feel about the whole situation between us. Frowning, my mouth opens to ask when he reads my mind once again and says, "I have never been closer to anyone- physically or otherwise- than I am with you, Duo. That said, I personally do consider you as my lover."
And I'm instantly grinning from ear-to-ear at hearing that from him. My stomach's even doing a few flips. "Same here to all of that," I reply. The small grin on my... lover's face grows as he nods firmly.
So, Heero Yuy-Maxwell is my lover. My lover.
That is so incredibly kick-ass!
One thing for sure, I am not about to take any of this for granted. This is by far the best thing that I have ever had going for me.
With new band-aids secured on shortly thereafter, we head to the office to begin tying up the loose strings of our last case.
* * * * * *
"Well, good morning. And don't you both look bright eyed and bushy-tailed," Rose giggles in greeting as we walk towards her desk in our headquarters lobby.
Her brown hair as long as mine, our receptionist has it pulled up in a ponytail this morning as she types away to report us as being in for the day. Glancing up, she grins, "I haven't seen anyone come in with smiles like the ones on your faces all morning."
Oh, if only she knew the reason for our smiles at this normally unsightly hour. Walking beside me, I can feel the quiet snicker that Heero is holding back.
Winking, I reply, "Must be the nice weather outside. Top of the morning to you, Rosie." My partner nods in his own greeting as we move past her desk.
She waves, "You boys have a good day saving the world, now."
"Always," I call back in my usual response. Turning the corner to stand by the elevator doors, my partner and I let out a little bit of the laughter that we've been holding in now that we're alone.
Heero shakes his head in amusement, "I don't think I would have been able to hold back if she made the 'cats that got the cream' reference." My head falling back, I release a loud fit of laughter at the remark. God, I love how I've corrupted him!
* * * * * *
Since our little bit of entertainment in the main lobby, day has been starting like any other. We filed into our shared office, checked our emails and sorted through the little bit of reports we have to go through before Lady Une is ready to call us to her office for an update on her interview yesterday.
Finally, the anticipation was too much for even Heero as he left a short while ago in an attempt to overhear what's being discussed at the water coolers. Someone as notorious as Toby Harrison would not be able to arrive here at headquarters without making tongues flap like crazy around here.
The sound of the office door swishing open breaks my attention on my computer screen and I turn to see who is entering. "You seriously are the best husband ever," I sigh deeply at the sight of my lover walking towards me with a fresh mug of coffee for me.
Chuckling, Heero smirks, "You hinted that you may need a few more coffees than usual this morning to get going. And it's only fair of me to look after you since you took up watch last night."
The timing couldn't have been better as I can feel the effects of my coffee at breakfast fading off. Carefully accepting my nectar from Heaven, I ask, "Manage to hear anything while you've been walking about?"
As he heads back to his own desk, 'Ro answers, "I managed to catch that it was well after our normal business hours before Harrison was escorted back to Forison Prison. A few agents said he looked like shit and needed to be half drug out."
Whistling through my teeth, I think out loud, "That means the guy had a hell of a lot to share, considering it was the early afternoon when Lady Une took the interrogation over." Heero nods and begins to work at his computer again to occupy himself.
I take a careful sip from my coffee, nod to myself a few times and mutter under my breath, "That's good news."
Only time will tell whether or not what Harrison had to share will actually be anything that we can work with.
At the ring of my phone, my free hand snaps over to catch the receiver. Placing it against my ear, I greet, "Yuy-Maxwell."
Wait... I didn't just say that, did I?
Eyes wide, I snap my head up to see Heero staring at me from his desk with his jaw slack. Oh, fuck! I really did say what I was afraid I said!
The brief pause on the other line ends at the sound of Lady Une clearing her throat.
"Yuy-Maxwell?" she questions with the slightest hint of amusement mixed with the confusion in her voice. "Care to explain why you addressed yourself as that, Agent Scythe?"
TBC...
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