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Heero momentarily lost awareness of everything else around him – the colorful trailer interior, the beat pulsing from the party outside, the heady scent of Catherine’s incense - as he focused on her cleavage. The simple gathered bustline of her white nightgown dipped to reveal her generous creamy breasts. If he had to guess he would say they had gotten larger since the last time he had been around Catherine long enough to observe her so closely. So, so closely…
“Heero.”
He had wondered for some time what color her nipples would be, and it suddenly came to him – dusky rose. He had no idea where he had heard that phrase before, but it seemed accurate. Heero felt his cock twitch, and swallowed hard.
“Heero.”
He blinked, colors and sounds and scents rushing back. His dark blue eyes snapped up to meet Catherine’s heather gray gaze. One eyebrow was arched, and a wry smile played on her lips. “I doubt this will be the first time I have to say this tonight, but my eyes are up here.”
Heero realized then that he had been staring – no, ogling – and felt himself begin to go red. “I – I’m so sorry. I was…being a creep,” he exhaled, casting his eyes down and taking a long pull of his beer. Catherine observed the way his blush spread, the way Heero’s earlobes even went a bit red, and briefly wondered what expression his face would take if she sucked on them. She felt her own face being to glow.
“A little, yeah, but I forgive you,” she chuckled, straightening her red stocking cap and socking him on the arm that wasn’t holding a beer. ‘Jesus, stop treating him like a little brother,’ she chastised herself. ‘I want him to do more than look.’
Casting her eyes around the kitchen, Catherine’s brow furrowed. “Shit…I literally bought more tea for this exact occasion, where is it…” She took a sip and set her own beer down before opening a cabinet door right in front of Heero, hiding her blush (but not cleavage) from his vision. ‘He got so tall…’
Catherine started to pile a myriad of teas in all sorts of containers on the small counter – Peach Oolong, Butterfly Pea Flower, Smoky Sencha, Duchess Gray, Yerba Mate. The pile quickly grew precarious, and Heero ducked under the cabinet door in time to catch a stack of chamomile, orange pekoe, and rishi mushroom before it hit the floor.
“This is a large amount of tea, Catherine.”
“This isn’t even half of it,” she said with a snort. “I need the one that’s for my costume…aha! Found it!” With a flourish and a sparkling grin, Catherine turned around and brandished her find: a green and tan oblong box with a drawing of a bear in a white nightshirt and red stocking cap, dozing in an armchair by a crackling fire.
“Sleepytime Tea…” Heero read, brow furrowed. He stepped back slightly to better take in Catherine’s costume in context – her furry slippers, short and low-cut white chemise, red stocking cap with a fuzzy ball at the end. “So you’re-“
“Wait! Hold this,” Catherine yelped, shoving the box of tea at Heero. She brushed past him, close enough for one of her auburn curls to lightly brush his face. He bit his lip, briefly closed his eyes, and a vision of her breasts bouncing while his hands gripped her hips sprung unbidden to his mind. He gritted his teeth, shook his head. ‘This is unacceptable. I cannot lose control like this.’
Heero went to start putting the piles of tea back in the cabinet, then paused, frowning. “Do you have an organizational system for this tea, Catherine, or should I just shove it in and see where it fits?“
The trailer fell silent; the only sound the beat from the party outside. Catherine recognized it as “Need to Know” by Doja Cat and felt a rush of warmth between her legs, even as she started to laugh. She affixed the fuzzy bear ears she had been looking for to her cap, still laughing, and took in the sight of Heero Yuy on Halloween, just this side of grown, filling out a skeleton jumpsuit costume in the shoulders and hips and legs in the best possible way. He blushed wildly, gazing at her with an irresistible mix of unbridled lust and utter frustration. Catherine’s laughter faded, and she took a deep breath.
“That…came out wrong.” Heero said. He broke his gaze and ran a hand through his dark hair, rendering it even more messy. “I think I need some air.” He made a move for the door, and Catherine acted fast.
“No, wait! You haven’t guessed my costume.” Catherine stepped closer, into Heero’s space. Finding herself eye-level with his skeleton costume collarbone, she looked up, into those dark eyes. She smelled mint and spice, and unconsciously licked her lips. His pupils darkened, cock twitched again, and he knew they were going to be late to the party.
“You, Catherine, are a very sexy Sleepytime Tea Bear,” Heero said, his voice low and rumbling in his chest. Then it was his turn to laugh.