[FIC] Anytime
Title: Anytime
Author: WickedGame
Fandom: GW
Pairing: 1=2
Rating: G
Genre: fluff
Warnings: None really. Not beta read.
Notes: Ficlet inspired by this sketch by asia_2. It started out as just comment fic but it grew a little big for that.
Duo looked around the corner and cleared his throat. "Heero? You busy?"
"No, not really," Heero said casually as he looked up from the book he was reading. "What do you need?"
Duo held up his hands, the white bandages slightly frayed around the edges. He shrugged, looking a little sheepish. "I can't really... Could you come and brush my hair? It needs to be brushed and braided and I can't hold the brush with these damned bandages on."
Heero was up off his chair before Duo even finished talking.
"It's not a problem," he said as he swept past Duo and down the hall two doors.
Everything was so new and weird between them. It had begun one night when they had both gotten too drunk to move and had ended up sleeping together on the couch. Then, Heero had asked Duo out to dinner. They went out to dinner all the time, but not at nice restaurants that overlooked the ocean and required slacks for entry. And since then there had been a couple of more dates, and a few tentative kisses, but nothing too fast and nothing too drastic.
That was why Duo had been so nervous to ask Heero to brush his hair, and why he had spent almost ten minutes talking himself into it before he actually did it. His hair was just that, it was his hair. Only his barber had ever touched it, and that was about every six months (or whenever he remembered to go in). So asking Heero to brush his hair had been a big deal for him.
Also, his scalp was senstitivel sometimes, and he trusted Heero not to scrape the living hell out of it.
Duo followed Heero into his own room, and sat cross-legged on the bed. He hunched his shoulders and rested his elbows on his thighs. Heero grabbed the brush and hair band that were sitting on the nightstand and knelt behind Duo.
Heero was quiet as he worked, intent on his task as he was almost always was. Duo just pursed his lips and wondered if Heeor found this weird or boring.
"Your hair is a lot softer when it's undone like this," Heero commented as he pulled the brush down from roots to ends.
"Yeah, the braid tends to let loose some of the dryer, more split ends," Duo explained. Heero hummed and gathered the hair into a ponytail before brushing it more rapidly. Duo winced slightly but otherwise didn't change expression.
Heero separated the hair into three separate sections. "Like this, right?"
Duo nodded. "Yeah, and then cross the right section over the middle section, and then the left over the middle section..."
It took several tries, but Heero finally got the hang of it and secured the end with the hair band.
Duo stood and went to look in the mirror. He studied the braid and was impressed. "It looks great! Thanks, Heero!"
When he turned around, Heero was right there, watching him. Duo took a step back and smiled uncertainly.
"Hey, what's up?" he asked.
Heero held up the brush. "Can I do that again sometime?"
Duo's smile became brighter and he stepped forward to hug Heero.
"You can do it anytime you want."
Author: WickedGame
Fandom: GW
Pairing: 1=2
Rating: G
Genre: fluff
Warnings: None really. Not beta read.
Notes: Ficlet inspired by this sketch by asia_2. It started out as just comment fic but it grew a little big for that.
Duo looked around the corner and cleared his throat. "Heero? You busy?"
"No, not really," Heero said casually as he looked up from the book he was reading. "What do you need?"
Duo held up his hands, the white bandages slightly frayed around the edges. He shrugged, looking a little sheepish. "I can't really... Could you come and brush my hair? It needs to be brushed and braided and I can't hold the brush with these damned bandages on."
Heero was up off his chair before Duo even finished talking.
"It's not a problem," he said as he swept past Duo and down the hall two doors.
Everything was so new and weird between them. It had begun one night when they had both gotten too drunk to move and had ended up sleeping together on the couch. Then, Heero had asked Duo out to dinner. They went out to dinner all the time, but not at nice restaurants that overlooked the ocean and required slacks for entry. And since then there had been a couple of more dates, and a few tentative kisses, but nothing too fast and nothing too drastic.
That was why Duo had been so nervous to ask Heero to brush his hair, and why he had spent almost ten minutes talking himself into it before he actually did it. His hair was just that, it was his hair. Only his barber had ever touched it, and that was about every six months (or whenever he remembered to go in). So asking Heero to brush his hair had been a big deal for him.
Also, his scalp was senstitivel sometimes, and he trusted Heero not to scrape the living hell out of it.
Duo followed Heero into his own room, and sat cross-legged on the bed. He hunched his shoulders and rested his elbows on his thighs. Heero grabbed the brush and hair band that were sitting on the nightstand and knelt behind Duo.
Heero was quiet as he worked, intent on his task as he was almost always was. Duo just pursed his lips and wondered if Heeor found this weird or boring.
"Your hair is a lot softer when it's undone like this," Heero commented as he pulled the brush down from roots to ends.
"Yeah, the braid tends to let loose some of the dryer, more split ends," Duo explained. Heero hummed and gathered the hair into a ponytail before brushing it more rapidly. Duo winced slightly but otherwise didn't change expression.
Heero separated the hair into three separate sections. "Like this, right?"
Duo nodded. "Yeah, and then cross the right section over the middle section, and then the left over the middle section..."
It took several tries, but Heero finally got the hang of it and secured the end with the hair band.
Duo stood and went to look in the mirror. He studied the braid and was impressed. "It looks great! Thanks, Heero!"
When he turned around, Heero was right there, watching him. Duo took a step back and smiled uncertainly.
"Hey, what's up?" he asked.
Heero held up the brush. "Can I do that again sometime?"
Duo's smile became brighter and he stepped forward to hug Heero.
"You can do it anytime you want."