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Here's a useless piece of fluff I found while cleaning out folders on my computer. Whoo
I hope that if any of you have had a day as bad as mine, this manages to cheer you up a little, even if only by its sheer pointlessness. ♥
Author - scuroangelo
Pairing - 1+2.
Rating - PG-13. Discussion of sexual situations. :]
Warnings - Unbetaed [anyone... anyone?] Probably terribly cliche. Duo POV.
Disclaimer - I do not own Gundam Wing.
Summary - Duo and Heero fluff.
Constructive criticism is appreciated! ^^
I wasn't really sure what had pulled me out into the living room, I had been much more comfortable wrapped in the secure embrace of my lover's arms, content under our warm comforter... I smiled. My lover: the long wished for words felt like a soothing balm to my soul. I had wanted him to be mine for many years, I wouldn't go as far as to say right when I met him, but for a damn long time anyhow. At least since after the first war. It warmed my heart to know that he felt the same for me. Ah, that was probably it. I still couldn't get my head around that after wanting and loving him for so long, he would ever want me back.
I sat in silence, staring distractedly at the design of the carpet, lost in thoughts of the past for God knows how long. It wasn't a surprise when I heard the rustling of sheets from the next room, and cautious footsteps following the path I had taken earlier in the night. A warm body took its place beside mine on the worn, scarlet couch; strong, but gentle, arms pulling me against a muscled chest I had become well aquainted with earlier in the night. I knew that if I traced the path from his defined collar-bone left, down to the bottom of his rib cage, I would find the smattering of scratches that led to the nasty [and, thankfully, stitched up] gash that had brought us together.
He'd been on a mission-- alone. I still couldn't understand why they had sent him without any back up, and was glad he had soothed my anger and proved to me that yes, he was going to be perfectly fine, before I had beheaded Une. It horrified me that one minor miscalculation had almost caused me to lose what I had never actually had. It was pure luck that I had been close by when he paged us frantically, telling us that the mission had gone wrong and he was afraid he wasn't going to make it out. If I had never known how much I loved him before, the fact that I thought nothing of my own personal well-being when I followed him into what I was sure to be our graves would have proved it.
"You're mine." I told him thoughtfully after a moment. I didn't mean to sound jealous or possessive or anything, I was just telling him what was on my mind. Just like we had promised not two hours earlier.
"I'm yours." he agreed amiably, nodding his head gently, and his warm lips grazed my forehead. He tightened the arm he had wrapped around my waist affectionately before opening his mouth to speak again.
"I'm yours, and you're mine."
"Always?" I had to ask, and I shivered, almost afraid of the answer I would receive. He looked startled for a moment, and unreadable cobalt gazed at me, searching my eyes for something [what exactly he was hoping to find I wasn't quite sure]. But what he saw there must have pleased him, for after a moment a smile appeared on well-loved lips and a strong, callused hand knotted in my hair, gently pulling my mouth to meet his and treating me to a lanquid and loving kiss that caused my heart to race and goosebumps to raise up on my arms.
"Always, love."
I hope that if any of you have had a day as bad as mine, this manages to cheer you up a little, even if only by its sheer pointlessness. ♥
Author - scuroangelo
Pairing - 1+2.
Rating - PG-13. Discussion of sexual situations. :]
Warnings - Unbetaed [anyone... anyone?] Probably terribly cliche. Duo POV.
Disclaimer - I do not own Gundam Wing.
Summary - Duo and Heero fluff.
Constructive criticism is appreciated! ^^
I wasn't really sure what had pulled me out into the living room, I had been much more comfortable wrapped in the secure embrace of my lover's arms, content under our warm comforter... I smiled. My lover: the long wished for words felt like a soothing balm to my soul. I had wanted him to be mine for many years, I wouldn't go as far as to say right when I met him, but for a damn long time anyhow. At least since after the first war. It warmed my heart to know that he felt the same for me. Ah, that was probably it. I still couldn't get my head around that after wanting and loving him for so long, he would ever want me back.
I sat in silence, staring distractedly at the design of the carpet, lost in thoughts of the past for God knows how long. It wasn't a surprise when I heard the rustling of sheets from the next room, and cautious footsteps following the path I had taken earlier in the night. A warm body took its place beside mine on the worn, scarlet couch; strong, but gentle, arms pulling me against a muscled chest I had become well aquainted with earlier in the night. I knew that if I traced the path from his defined collar-bone left, down to the bottom of his rib cage, I would find the smattering of scratches that led to the nasty [and, thankfully, stitched up] gash that had brought us together.
He'd been on a mission-- alone. I still couldn't understand why they had sent him without any back up, and was glad he had soothed my anger and proved to me that yes, he was going to be perfectly fine, before I had beheaded Une. It horrified me that one minor miscalculation had almost caused me to lose what I had never actually had. It was pure luck that I had been close by when he paged us frantically, telling us that the mission had gone wrong and he was afraid he wasn't going to make it out. If I had never known how much I loved him before, the fact that I thought nothing of my own personal well-being when I followed him into what I was sure to be our graves would have proved it.
"You're mine." I told him thoughtfully after a moment. I didn't mean to sound jealous or possessive or anything, I was just telling him what was on my mind. Just like we had promised not two hours earlier.
"I'm yours." he agreed amiably, nodding his head gently, and his warm lips grazed my forehead. He tightened the arm he had wrapped around my waist affectionately before opening his mouth to speak again.
"I'm yours, and you're mine."
"Always?" I had to ask, and I shivered, almost afraid of the answer I would receive. He looked startled for a moment, and unreadable cobalt gazed at me, searching my eyes for something [what exactly he was hoping to find I wasn't quite sure]. But what he saw there must have pleased him, for after a moment a smile appeared on well-loved lips and a strong, callused hand knotted in my hair, gently pulling my mouth to meet his and treating me to a lanquid and loving kiss that caused my heart to race and goosebumps to raise up on my arms.
"Always, love."