Authors Notes: Very short one-shot ;; Written from Duo's POV- but i hope you like anyways, please R+R!
Disclaimer:...I can barley afford food-- so i obviously dont own the wonderful gundam boys
ONLY YOU
I know this sounds silly, but you know what it's like to be in love, right?? I mean, everyone falls in love—but have you ever fallen in love with the man you're partners with?
I guess I can't help the fact I'm in love with him, it just kinda happened. I've worked with him ever since the war and I know he's more than just the perfect solider- he's just……normal.
Call me crazy, but sometimes late at night, I sit on the couch and watch him at his computer. His blue eyes reflect off the screen and you can feel the concentration that he has chosen to dedicate to his work, and theres this feeling that you can't even begin to describe when he is fully engrossed in his job….its like he feels whole, and that's something that makes me feel warm inside. Just watching him gives me this feeling that Heero is so much more and every time he looks at me with those beautiful bule eyes I get that warm feeling and it spreads all the way down to my toes.
Sometimes, when we're on missions together, I feel although he's watching me, even though I never catch him doing it and it always makes him smile, I wonder if he feels the same way…I wonder if he feels that same warmth when I smile at him, or acknowladge his work. That's why im so happy around him all the time I think. I want him to know he's noticed and appreciated, and that someone loves him.
So here I am now, sitting on the bed in our hotel room, Heero sitting infront of his laptop working on the current assignment paperwork and I'm brushing my hair. I look up and he's looking at me, his blue eyes somehow softer. After a moment he sets down his laptop and sits down behind me, taking the brush out of my hands. My eyes close as he runs the brush through my hair, as gently as possible. My head lulls back and I hear him snicker just the tiniest bit.
"Do you do that for all your girlfriends?" I ask him
"Only you."
I smile and lean back into his lap after he finishes brushing, not caring that my hair isnt braided, hoping that he can feel this warmth that makes me happier than I have ever been.