By: For-Chan
Notes: Just a small GW drabbled. Not as easy as it looks, here are my hundred words, exactly.

He could feel eyes on his back. It didn't slow the speed of his fingers as they flew across the keys of his laptop. The mission was his top priority. The eyes burning smoldering holes in his back could wait.

Then movement. A whisper of sheets. It wasn't unusual. His partner was perpetual motion. He'd grown used to it. While he noticed, he didn't pay attention.

Footsteps were white noise until arms slid around his shoulders.



Warm breath on his ear was followed by a moist lazy kiss to his neck. Heero turned. Maybe the report could wait.