GW: Lax
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: Heero/Quatre
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Quatre asks Heero about fantasies. For quillaninc's prompt of "fantasy".
Quatre lets his fingers slip through Heero's hair and sighs softly, nuzzling a little at his temple and snuggling closer, tucking their bodies securely together. Heero is as relaxed as he gets: heavy with almost-sleep and just a little negligent with the knowledge that he's as safe as can be. Quatre nips gently at his earlobe, taking care to keep his tone light, fearing to chase away the softer mood.
"Do you ever... fantasize about things, Heero?"
He really wants to know: mostly it seems that Heero stays focused on the present, on what has to be, not what he wants to be. And yet he must have some hopes and dreams -- Quatre thinks it impossible to fight without them.
"I... sometimes."
Quatre nuzzles gently, urging him to go on -- kissing lightly at his neck and pressing his lips to the slow pulse there. "Go on. Tell me."
Heero shrugs. "I think about... times like this. With you. Or... Just times to relax, really."
He'd hoped for more, but knows not to push, when Heero falls silent. He presses himself tighter against Heero, settles against him and closes his eyes, willing himself to calm and quiet, a moment's granting of Heero's wish.
Pairing: Heero/Quatre
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Quatre asks Heero about fantasies. For quillaninc's prompt of "fantasy".
Quatre lets his fingers slip through Heero's hair and sighs softly, nuzzling a little at his temple and snuggling closer, tucking their bodies securely together. Heero is as relaxed as he gets: heavy with almost-sleep and just a little negligent with the knowledge that he's as safe as can be. Quatre nips gently at his earlobe, taking care to keep his tone light, fearing to chase away the softer mood.
"Do you ever... fantasize about things, Heero?"
He really wants to know: mostly it seems that Heero stays focused on the present, on what has to be, not what he wants to be. And yet he must have some hopes and dreams -- Quatre thinks it impossible to fight without them.
"I... sometimes."
Quatre nuzzles gently, urging him to go on -- kissing lightly at his neck and pressing his lips to the slow pulse there. "Go on. Tell me."
Heero shrugs. "I think about... times like this. With you. Or... Just times to relax, really."
He'd hoped for more, but knows not to push, when Heero falls silent. He presses himself tighter against Heero, settles against him and closes his eyes, willing himself to calm and quiet, a moment's granting of Heero's wish.