Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. The story is just an expression of love.
Author's Notes: If you wanted, you could consider this little one-shot as belonging to the same universe as my story "End of the World", but it's set so far into the future that there probably isn't much context for it yet. It's also written in a very different style than the other fic. Don't worry, I'm still hard at work writing EotW - this is just a little bit of late-night meanderings from a restless muse. And, as always, for an equally restless H.
As I slowly stand up from the bed, the world wobbles crazily in front of me in the shadowy darkness
As I slowly stand up from the bed, the world wobbles crazily in front of me in the shadowy darkness. "Whoa…" I mumble, reaching out to steady myself on the wall. Heero sits up quickly, his hand at the small of my back, ready to catch me if I fall. I glance over my shoulder at him and smile, sheepish, silly, elated…
Heero laughs, a soft "Heh-heh…" and flops back down onto the bed, his eyes gazing at the ceiling, exhausted. His laugh is deep and warm, a funny sort of satisfied and it's the sexiest laugh I've ever heard.
I crack open a can of pop and guzzle it quickly – I'm always thirsty and I guess he's just gotten used to it, gotten used to all of my quirks and habits and oddities and I guess I've gotten used to his.
And I fully admit that we finish each other's sentences all the time.
"There's nothing else, hmm?" I tell him softly, setting the can down and letting my eyes travel over his body until our gazes met. I grin and it would be cocky if I didn't already know that he knows that he's got me wrapped around his goddamn pinky. "Nothing else that can exhaust the invincible Heero Yuy."
He can't deny it, so he laughs again, tugs my wrist and folds me into his arms, pulls me down into the bed. His chin is resting on my shoulder and I'm sated and sleepy and find I'm nearly at a loss for words. "Nothing else that can even shut up Duo Maxwell."
"You're ridiculous," he mutters into my ear, but I can tell he's amused by the way he exhales the last syllable of the word.
"Maybe so, but I'm your ridiculous," I reply softly, enjoying the twisting of the words.
I can feel his lips brushing my neck and he whispers "My ridiculous…" Chills chase quickly down my body, my toes curl.
His breathing is even, asleep, and I draw his hand to my mouth and kiss the back of it lightly.
There is nothing else.