Gundam Wing, Trowa/Duo, Trouble in Paradise: Reconciliation
Title: one week
Author: trixie
Theme: trouble in paradise: reconciliation
Rating: pg for language, i guess...
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reconciliation
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"You could have warned me," Trowa said under his breath.
"Warned you about what?" Quatre asked cheerfully. He followed Trowa's line of sight. "Oh, come on. It's a war reunion reception. You knew he would be here."
"He looks good. He's with Heero?" Trowa sipped his martini, trying to affect an unconcerned attitude.
Quatre snorted. "Suave. Heero's getting married. Some girl he met patrolling the Thin Line. I heard she was a former pirate who turned evidence and now works with the Preventers. Duo's single. Maybe he's considering the priesthood. I don't know. You'd have to ask him."
Trowa took a longer sip of his drink. "He probably doesn't want to see me."
"Right. I'm sure that's why he keeps looking up here apprehensively. He probably thinks we're together. Go down and talk to him already, you coward." When Trowa didn't move, Quatre nudged him with his elbow. "Look. Even I can see how much you two need each other. Don't be a moron. Get over there."
He took away Trowa's empty glass, and gave Trowa a fresh drink, and a shove down the stairs to the rest of the party.
That's what friends were for, or something.
He felt like he was walking through a fog. Duo looked up and saw him coming, and looked scared. Trowa took a long sip, and waded through the crowd. He was afraid that Duo would be gone before he got there, but he looked rooted to the spot.
For a moment, neither of them spoke, and then Duo smiled, and they both had to bite back laughs. Trowa hesitantly reached up to brush back Duo's bangs. They were getting long. He used to cut them…
"How are you? You… you look good."
"You've always looked good." Duo smiled, and really looked Trowa over. "Though, you've lost weight… God, I hate small talk. Want to go to the garden and fuck?" He looked up at Trowa, panicked, and covered his mouth with his glass. "Oh, that was supposed to sound like a joke… not an…"
"Invitation?" Trowa asked, his heart pounding. Duo still had this effect on him. "You seeing anyone? …Want to be seeing anyone?"
Duo shrugged, grinning. "I'm seeing who I want to be seeing." Unblinkingly, his eyes didn't leave Trowa's.
Trowa's stomach flipped. "Yeah. Well. Uh." He looked around, nervous. "I hate parties. Want to… well. Go someplace and fuck?"
Duo laughed, and put his hand on Trowa's wrist. "You seeing anyone? Like Quatre?"
"No." He wished he could be flippant and funny, but…
"Ok. Well. Ok. So." His lips quirked into a little grin. "Fuck, ten seconds into the conversation, and we're getting back on the same old roller coaster?"
"Pretty sure I can keep my hands inside the vehicle at all times. Or. Well, you know what I mean." He blushed. Damn it.
Duo laughed, and blushed as well. "I always do, yeah."
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Author: trixie
Theme: trouble in paradise: reconciliation
Rating: pg for language, i guess...
~*~
reconciliation
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"You could have warned me," Trowa said under his breath.
"Warned you about what?" Quatre asked cheerfully. He followed Trowa's line of sight. "Oh, come on. It's a war reunion reception. You knew he would be here."
"He looks good. He's with Heero?" Trowa sipped his martini, trying to affect an unconcerned attitude.
Quatre snorted. "Suave. Heero's getting married. Some girl he met patrolling the Thin Line. I heard she was a former pirate who turned evidence and now works with the Preventers. Duo's single. Maybe he's considering the priesthood. I don't know. You'd have to ask him."
Trowa took a longer sip of his drink. "He probably doesn't want to see me."
"Right. I'm sure that's why he keeps looking up here apprehensively. He probably thinks we're together. Go down and talk to him already, you coward." When Trowa didn't move, Quatre nudged him with his elbow. "Look. Even I can see how much you two need each other. Don't be a moron. Get over there."
He took away Trowa's empty glass, and gave Trowa a fresh drink, and a shove down the stairs to the rest of the party.
That's what friends were for, or something.
He felt like he was walking through a fog. Duo looked up and saw him coming, and looked scared. Trowa took a long sip, and waded through the crowd. He was afraid that Duo would be gone before he got there, but he looked rooted to the spot.
For a moment, neither of them spoke, and then Duo smiled, and they both had to bite back laughs. Trowa hesitantly reached up to brush back Duo's bangs. They were getting long. He used to cut them…
"How are you? You… you look good."
"You've always looked good." Duo smiled, and really looked Trowa over. "Though, you've lost weight… God, I hate small talk. Want to go to the garden and fuck?" He looked up at Trowa, panicked, and covered his mouth with his glass. "Oh, that was supposed to sound like a joke… not an…"
"Invitation?" Trowa asked, his heart pounding. Duo still had this effect on him. "You seeing anyone? …Want to be seeing anyone?"
Duo shrugged, grinning. "I'm seeing who I want to be seeing." Unblinkingly, his eyes didn't leave Trowa's.
Trowa's stomach flipped. "Yeah. Well. Uh." He looked around, nervous. "I hate parties. Want to… well. Go someplace and fuck?"
Duo laughed, and put his hand on Trowa's wrist. "You seeing anyone? Like Quatre?"
"No." He wished he could be flippant and funny, but…
"Ok. Well. Ok. So." His lips quirked into a little grin. "Fuck, ten seconds into the conversation, and we're getting back on the same old roller coaster?"
"Pretty sure I can keep my hands inside the vehicle at all times. Or. Well, you know what I mean." He blushed. Damn it.
Duo laughed, and blushed as well. "I always do, yeah."
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