Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of it's characters. The execs in charge at Bandai, Sunrise, Sotsu, and TV Asahi do. Yay for them.
Warnings: yaoi, non-lemon PWP, fluff
Notes: For Ponderosa, just because. Much lurve to my wifey for beta-ing. This marks my first yaoi fic. Scary that it took me four years, given some of the more pervy personalities I chill with. XD And I loff uke-Heero.
That made me falter...
They were your weak hands
That made me stronger
-Your Weak Hands, Azure Ray
Cocoon
He presses cold feet to your back, waking you from dreamless slumber. You do not shout or jump in surprise, but merely open your eyes to stare blankly at him. He slides under the covers with his back to you, huddling close for warmth. His skin is freezing and his hair carries the scent of artic air.
He's been associating with the wolves again - this you know from your own experience with them - tracking down those who would seek to hurt the collective pack of humanity. You can tell by the set of his posture that he's tired, likely having been run ragged again in the face of lack of resources. It's not so hard to reach out your fingers and wrap an arm around him. A satisfied grunt reaches your ears, and pulled by the attraction of heat, he allows himself to nestle back against you. For a while, time passes in silence.
He rolls over a little later, still cold and looking for some place to warm up. You shift under the covers, doing your best to accomodate him as he moves around. He settles in the spot you'd just occupied and brushes a cool nose against your bare chest. Concerned, you pull the covers up a little higher, dragging them up until only the crown of pale gold is the only thing visible of him.
He wraps his arms around you then, and you shiver a bit from the cold but otherwise do not move. He's not looking at you right now, but you know from the way his hand gently cups your back that his attention is focused on you. It's always like this with him, the subtle tenderness in his movements. Feeling that same thing mirrored deep within yourself, your fingers find his ears to rub away the chill from the soft lobes. A sigh escapes him to brush over your skin then, proof that your efforts are working.
You are still rubbing his ears when he succumbs to needed sleep. Satisfied, you burrow down under the covers quietly. A chaste kiss passes between you and his brow before you settle yourself, two bodies nestled together in a warm cocoon.
Slumber comes easily for you now.