Disclaimer: I do NOT own Gundam Wing. And I have no money.
Info: this story takes place AC 198 (I think). It's mainly 2xH, with some 1xR and all o' that thrown in. I don't like sap or fluff (most of the time), but some things just creep into the story. Definitely some lime.
Please R&R! I take everything from suggestions to flames, but I warn you, don't make me mad.
Chapter One - Default Chapter
Hilde frowned at her computer, trying to update her website. Some jerk stuck a virus on her site, and now it was eating her laptop, something she didn't appreciate. Angrily, she sighed and tugged on a strand of her hair. Hilde had let her bangs (and the rest of her hair) grow out so it was all the same length: down to her shoulders.
The door to the garage opened, and Duo, Hilde's roommate/business partner/friend, walked into the kitchen. "Wassup Hilde-babe," he said, cheerfully grinning his infamous grin.
She let out another frustrated sigh, rebooted the crashed laptop, and stood up. "Some asshole decided to crash my website," she said. "Now I have a virus eating my computer."
Duo chuckled. "Speaking of food," he hinted, looking at the ceiling and twiddling his thumbs innocently behind his back. "Its about lunchtime, isn't it, toots?" He leaned in the doorway.
Hilde shrugged. "Fine, I'll make lunch. Do you think you could fix my computer?"
"Weelll." Duo said, "I could try." He plopped down on the couch as Hilde went into the kitchen. "You know," he teased, "you're cute when you're angry."
Hilde yanked the bread out of the cabinet and pulled some lunchmeat from the fridge before she relaxed. She wasn't, by nature, an angry person; she'd get frustrated sometimes, but it usually didn't last long. "Yea, well, you're scary when you're mad," she said, putting Miracle Whip on a piece of bread.
"Am I?" he asked, not as mischievously as he could have.
Hilde looked over at him. The couch was facing away from the kitchen doorway, which was larger than normal doorways. Cocking her head, she looked at the back of his head, his braid, while he typed on the computer. He didn't seem to be in any hurry, probably because he didn't need to be. He really was smart, no matter how much he didn't want to admit it. She had the sudden urge to hug him, to throw her arms around him and hold him close. Hilde shrugged it off and finished the sandwiches, cutting them in half. "Hey Shinigami," she said playfully. "Lunch."
"Just in time," he said, trotting into the kitchen. "Your computer is fixed, m'lady." Plopping down into a chair, he started eating.
"Thanks," Hilde said.
"No problem," Duo replied. "You made me lunch."
Hilde wrinkled her nose. "I always make you lunch."
"Uh." Duo thought for a minute, then laughed. "Point taken. Now leave me alone, I'm trying to eat."
Hilde laughed at this. "No come- back?" she asked.
"Nu uh," he said through a mouthful of sandwich. Several minutes later, after Duo had finished his sandwich, he said, "Hey babe, I'll be back 'round I dunno, midnight, k?" Hilde nodded, knowing that he meant she didn't need to fix dinner. "Later toots!" he said, grabbing his jacket and disappearing out the door.
Info: this story takes place AC 198 (I think). It's mainly 2xH, with some 1xR and all o' that thrown in. I don't like sap or fluff (most of the time), but some things just creep into the story. Definitely some lime.
Please R&R! I take everything from suggestions to flames, but I warn you, don't make me mad.
Chapter One - Default Chapter
Hilde frowned at her computer, trying to update her website. Some jerk stuck a virus on her site, and now it was eating her laptop, something she didn't appreciate. Angrily, she sighed and tugged on a strand of her hair. Hilde had let her bangs (and the rest of her hair) grow out so it was all the same length: down to her shoulders.
The door to the garage opened, and Duo, Hilde's roommate/business partner/friend, walked into the kitchen. "Wassup Hilde-babe," he said, cheerfully grinning his infamous grin.
She let out another frustrated sigh, rebooted the crashed laptop, and stood up. "Some asshole decided to crash my website," she said. "Now I have a virus eating my computer."
Duo chuckled. "Speaking of food," he hinted, looking at the ceiling and twiddling his thumbs innocently behind his back. "Its about lunchtime, isn't it, toots?" He leaned in the doorway.
Hilde shrugged. "Fine, I'll make lunch. Do you think you could fix my computer?"
"Weelll." Duo said, "I could try." He plopped down on the couch as Hilde went into the kitchen. "You know," he teased, "you're cute when you're angry."
Hilde yanked the bread out of the cabinet and pulled some lunchmeat from the fridge before she relaxed. She wasn't, by nature, an angry person; she'd get frustrated sometimes, but it usually didn't last long. "Yea, well, you're scary when you're mad," she said, putting Miracle Whip on a piece of bread.
"Am I?" he asked, not as mischievously as he could have.
Hilde looked over at him. The couch was facing away from the kitchen doorway, which was larger than normal doorways. Cocking her head, she looked at the back of his head, his braid, while he typed on the computer. He didn't seem to be in any hurry, probably because he didn't need to be. He really was smart, no matter how much he didn't want to admit it. She had the sudden urge to hug him, to throw her arms around him and hold him close. Hilde shrugged it off and finished the sandwiches, cutting them in half. "Hey Shinigami," she said playfully. "Lunch."
"Just in time," he said, trotting into the kitchen. "Your computer is fixed, m'lady." Plopping down into a chair, he started eating.
"Thanks," Hilde said.
"No problem," Duo replied. "You made me lunch."
Hilde wrinkled her nose. "I always make you lunch."
"Uh." Duo thought for a minute, then laughed. "Point taken. Now leave me alone, I'm trying to eat."
Hilde laughed at this. "No come- back?" she asked.
"Nu uh," he said through a mouthful of sandwich. Several minutes later, after Duo had finished his sandwich, he said, "Hey babe, I'll be back 'round I dunno, midnight, k?" Hilde nodded, knowing that he meant she didn't need to fix dinner. "Later toots!" he said, grabbing his jacket and disappearing out the door.