Author's Note: Once again, I am updating early just because I feel like it. What to say about this chapter? Besides the fact that it's shorter than my past few chapters, nothing much, just the afterglow. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.

Warning: philosophical stuff and the like

Glow

Warm.

That was the only word he could use to describe how he felt.

When awareness had come back to him, he had found himself comfortable warm, cuddling a source of heat next to him. As sleep slowly left his mind, he began to feel the arms that wrapped around him. Cracking his eyes open, he found that his head was resting on a bare chest that lifted up every time the owner inhaled.

Opening his eyes fully, Duo took his surroundings.

He learned that the source of heat that was keeping him warm was none other than Solo. He learned that both of them were naked, his head cushioned by Solo's chest, the blond's arms wrapped securely around him. And this didn't bother him at all. It felt so…so…right for some reason. He couldn't explain it. He doubted the Perfect Soldier could apply logic to how he was feeling right now.

Okay, so what went on last night? There was that first bit…that had been exciting…then that next part, oh that had been fantastic...and that last part…what words could describe that? Something else had occurred during that…something more than just physical satisfaction…even though there was quite a bit of that.

But what could it be? He was confused now. For most of his life, all he knew was death, either witnessing it or dealing it out. There had been a time when he enjoyed slicing apart Mobile Suits when he was in the cockpit of Deathscythe. There had been a time when he talked about destroying a military base as if he was commenting on the weather. Hell, the thought alone of enacting his revenge against the Alliance was enough to excite him.

But now…things had changed. He didn't know when or how this had come about. When did he change? He knew sometime before Solo, definitely. But what about after? Had he changed any after he had moved in…or had he just…become the person he had used to be before the God of Death? And when had he started to become so philosophical?

"Quarter for your thoughts, Kid."

Shifting his head up, he made contact with contented green eyes. He felt a hand begin to stroke his long hair, as if he were some sort of pet, not that he minded. It was as if Solo was just inviting him to let loose his inner turmoil.

"Something's different," he confessed, unsure how to proceed any further.

Solo raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

"I don't know," Duo admitted as he looked into those green eyes as if seeking some answer. "I just…feel as if something's different. That I'm different. I don't quite feel the same like I did yesterday and yet I know I'm still me."

"I see," Solo said, shifting as he got more comfortable. "So you felt it too, huh?"

"You mean…you feel different too?"

"Not in those words but close," Solo explained. "I feel more…complete, if you know what I mean. Like I'd been missin' something."

"Missing," Duo corrected, "and what did you feel you were missing?"

"I don't know," Solo admitted. "But doesn't it matter? Are you happy?"

"Happy?" Duo blinked confused. "Well…yeah."

"Then that's all that matters," Solo stated as he embraced Duo tighter. "You don't feel any worse for wear, right?"

"Now that you mention it, my ass is a bit sore."

"Besides that."

"Damn, do you think I can sit down? Or even walk right?"

"Focus," Solo commanded. "Now, besides your ass, do you feel as if something is wrong?"

"No."

"My point exactly."

"What do you mean?"

"Kid," Solo sighed. "Let me put it this way. Do you regret last night?"

"No."

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes? And?"

"And you feel good, and there's nothing wrong?"

"Yeah."

"And that's all that matters," Solo concluded. "Stop trying to rationalize everything. There are just some things that can't be explained. So you feel different. You're still you. Nothing can change that."

"So this isn't a bad thing?"

Solo chuckled and planted a kiss on Duo's forehead. "Nope! Nothing wrong at all. Now, I hate to do this but we're gonna have to get up. You know, breakfast."

"Don't wanna move," Duo whined, burying his head into Solo's chest.

"I know where you're coming from but we have to. Need food."

"So your stomach is more important, huh?"

"Well, if you want me to stick around, then I need to eat."

"Fine," Duo sighed melodramatically. "But don't come crying to me once you feed it and it cheats on you with your large intestine."

"What's a large intestine?"

"I'll tell you later."

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Finishing up with making the last waffle, Solo took a look at Duo, who was positively beaming.

"Any brighter Kid, and there won't be 'night' on L2 anymore."

"Ha ha ha, just give me my waffles," Duo grumbled, though that post-sex glow didn't diminish. They really went hand-in-hand together. Perhaps they should have sex more often, Solo mused.

Besides, he was just as tight as his dreams…

Cut that thought short please. Not the time to be a pervert. Though, what if he…

Extending his foot, he attempted to play footsy with his Duo. Duo's response wasn't like all the other times. This time, Duo lifted his head up from his breakfast and raised an eyebrow.

"Back to this, huh?" Duo asked. He became a blur as he pushed his chair back and vaulted over the table, knocking a surprised Solo, chair and all, to the floor without ruining breakfast. Solo could only stare up at Duo in a daze as the braided one grinned cheekily at him before claiming his lips. Pulling back, Duo drawled, "You should know better than to try that again."

"I do now," Solo responded as he came back to grip with reality. "If this is how you're going to act with me flirting, I might just have to stop."

Duo gave him a look of mock-horror. "Don't do that! How else are you going to spend the day?"

"Working, like every other middle class American."

"But you hardly work at all!"

"You have a point. I guess I'll just work all day."

"You know, I have a better idea. Why don't we go take a dip in the hot tub?"

"Why?"

"You remember what happened last time?"

"Yeah?"

"Let's see what would've happened if I hadn't stopped."

That was an interesting proposition. What should he do? Hmm… What the hell was he doing thinking about it? It should be obvious what he should choose.

"Indeed," he replied. "Why don't we?"