Gundam Wing: Heero/Duo
title: next round
author: merith
theme: passion
rating: PG
notes: written for the second year of "the stages of love", this will be the third in a series of five exploring the stages of love. **and not only is heero late, but so am i and i apologize.**
Part I: attraction, Part II: romance
When he opened the door, I thought he was going to shut it immediately. His eyebrows were nearly a single line and his eyes as dark as I’d ever seen them. Saying he was mad would be an understatement. But, he only turned his back to me and reentered his apartment.
“You’re late.”
I paused in shutting the door, still feeling the burn of muscle, burn in my lungs from the run; my place to his might be just under five miles, but I wasn’t fifteen any more, and I’d left running conditioning behind a long time ago.
“I was in the studio until seven this morning,” I started to explain, hands still on the door, “thought I could catch a nap before movie time.”
“You’re still fucking two hours late, Yuy! No way we’re making it on time and I’m not missing the first half!”
Duo was shouting and I turned to find him not even a step away from me. The clock on the wall over his shoulder pointed out as fact - I was late. But. My excuse was more than valid. He knew my plans, my hectic schedule.
“And you were six years late.” Calm and forgiving feelings were deserting me. “And I missed years of what could have been more.”
“It’s not the same and you know it!” He slammed a palm to the door, his thumb grazing my cheek; I didn’t even blink.
He was doing it again and I almost fell for it. In a rush, I let go of my anger and hooked my fingers in his beltloops and pulled him against me. The kiss took him by surprise and I think it took him more than a moment to remember how to kiss me back. But he did. It was our first since the one shared the last morning I’d seen him when we were kids.
His hands were at my shoulders, digging painfully deep and he broke away, breathing hard with eyes closed. I held him then, my cheek pressed to his, a hand on his back making general soothing motions. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio…
“Are you ready to tell me what’s going on now?”
Duo exhaled, breath heated and ticklish in my ear. “They didn’t pick up my contract.”
I couldn’t help tightening my grip. Not again.
~Enjoy!
The characters depicted in this work of fiction are over the age of minority.
author: merith
theme: passion
rating: PG
notes: written for the second year of "the stages of love", this will be the third in a series of five exploring the stages of love. **and not only is heero late, but so am i and i apologize.**
Part I: attraction, Part II: romance
When he opened the door, I thought he was going to shut it immediately. His eyebrows were nearly a single line and his eyes as dark as I’d ever seen them. Saying he was mad would be an understatement. But, he only turned his back to me and reentered his apartment.
“You’re late.”
I paused in shutting the door, still feeling the burn of muscle, burn in my lungs from the run; my place to his might be just under five miles, but I wasn’t fifteen any more, and I’d left running conditioning behind a long time ago.
“I was in the studio until seven this morning,” I started to explain, hands still on the door, “thought I could catch a nap before movie time.”
“You’re still fucking two hours late, Yuy! No way we’re making it on time and I’m not missing the first half!”
Duo was shouting and I turned to find him not even a step away from me. The clock on the wall over his shoulder pointed out as fact - I was late. But. My excuse was more than valid. He knew my plans, my hectic schedule.
“And you were six years late.” Calm and forgiving feelings were deserting me. “And I missed years of what could have been more.”
“It’s not the same and you know it!” He slammed a palm to the door, his thumb grazing my cheek; I didn’t even blink.
He was doing it again and I almost fell for it. In a rush, I let go of my anger and hooked my fingers in his beltloops and pulled him against me. The kiss took him by surprise and I think it took him more than a moment to remember how to kiss me back. But he did. It was our first since the one shared the last morning I’d seen him when we were kids.
His hands were at my shoulders, digging painfully deep and he broke away, breathing hard with eyes closed. I held him then, my cheek pressed to his, a hand on his back making general soothing motions. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio…
“Are you ready to tell me what’s going on now?”
Duo exhaled, breath heated and ticklish in my ear. “They didn’t pick up my contract.”
I couldn’t help tightening my grip. Not again.
~Enjoy!
The characters depicted in this work of fiction are over the age of minority.