open smut post

[mundaati]

OPEN POST
-my muselist is here
-mention who you want in the subject line
-leave me a prompt/picture/whatever
-???
-profit

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RELENAAAAA | I'm going to regret this immediately

[00ne]

[So upon research, we never actually GOT to the smut part of this. Let's fix that, y?]

[Heero Yuy was a purely logical creature. That's what everyone seemed to assume of him, when brevity and focus was the first impression he made. It was also an astonishingly incorrect assumption, as anyone who spoke to him frankly for a decent length of time would quickly learn. Too often, people assumed that to cut the frills from interactions equaled a robotic response, and that expressiveness was the epitome of being human. Heero had found, frankly, that such obfuscation was pointless. He was perfectly capable of acknowledging emotions without revealing them.]

[That didn't mean he always had control over them, however. Like right now, with Relena, almost in the nude, hands on his stiffened shoulders and pressing ever closer to him. He found in fact that he had a range of emotions running through him- Fear. Excitement. Apprehension. Shock. He wasn't sure any of them were being particularly useful at the moment, however.]

[Heero cleared his throat, focusing on little mental instructions at a time. School your face. Ignore the physical sensations below the shoulders. Eyes on her face. Don't make assumptions.] And... you wish to thank me by greeting me in one of my shirts?

[Sometimes, stating the obvious could easily read as sarcasm. Right now, it was purely avoidance. He had an irrational flare of survival instinct, like being caught undercover.]

[n0_w1nged_dove]

[ Someone with less experience with Heero would probably take his tone at face value and back off. But backing away from him has never been Relena's strong suit and this time is no different. Admittedly things played out a little differently in her head but she knows that no plan never survives first contact with her boyfriend.

Sometimes the direct approach is the only one that really works. She stays in his space because he has yet to push her out of it. ]

I want to thank you by making you feel good. I thought being dressed like this might help get my point across.

[ She doesn't push, just lets her fingers skim across his shoulders lightly. And while it might not be a good idea to give him an escape route, she offers him one all the same. ]

If you don't want to, I can go get dressed. I just wanted to surprise you with something nice.

[00ne]

[This was... unexpected. Different. A challenge. An opportunity. His first instinct of taking the escape route is quashed, not without a moment of consideration, and he glances down to the mug still steaming in his hand.]

[With deliberately paced movements, he turns back toward the kitchen entryway and set the mug down on the nearest counter, turning back to Relena with a more shuttered version of his previous apprehension, joined this time by seriousness. He raises both hands gently to her shoulders and then, after a moment of consideration, rests them on her waist, still fully over the shirt.]

You're sure. [It wasn't quite a question, but the hesitation waited for an answer.]

[n0_w1nged_dove]

[ She waits to see how things play out, knowing he needs that moment to decide whether he's going to take her up on her offer or not. And when he finally returns it's a relief that she didn't make a fool of herself for nothing. ]

Of course I am.

[ If she wasn't sure she wouldn't be standing there without panties on trying to seduce him. ]

Are you?

[00ne]

[mission accepted.]

[Heero's eyes soften, although no less serious than before, as the question is turned on him. He gives that no small amount of consideration as well- was he sure? ...Yes, the voice of reason within him said. Was he prepared? Well, that was another question entirely. There were not many things Heero Yuy was ill-equipped for, but perhaps this was one of the most glaring holes in his breadth of human experience. Not that he didn't know how it worked in the mechanical sense, nor totally devoid of instinct, but...]

I'm sure. [He says, and then adds with a note of apology devoid of sarcasm] But may require --guidance.

[His hands moved slowly from her hips, steadily to take her hands clasped between them, and drew them to his mouth, laying an instinctual press of lips.]