Title: What Do I Mean To You?
Author: Wyn G. Aarden
Disclaimer: No.
Pairing: 1+2+1, implied 1x2x1
Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, implied male/male boinkage, implied violence, umm... other stuff...
Note: This is a little something I came up with during my first class. I want to be working on my other fics, but I'm at school.
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We've been together for a while now, Heero and I. At first, it was just about sex. There's nothing like a thirty minute session of adrenalin pumping, heart pounding, testosterone producing battle to make you want some.
It was a mutual lust thing. He's hot, and so'm I. It was actually kinda fun. We tried different things, and that was enough. But lately... it's been... different. Strange even. Like... I dunno, I
look at him and my heart jumps.
And I wonder if he looks at me and feels the same way. And... why does it matter. I- my needs have changed. Yes, I still like the sex. But now, I want more. I want to be touched, caressed, hugged, kissed and even, loved. Yeah, loved. We've had sex more than I care to count. But just one, I'd like to make love with Heero.
Heero's sitting at his desk, right now typing. He hates it when I interrupt him, but I need to know. Now. I walk over to him, standing just outside of his sphere of personal space.
"Heero, can I ask you something?" I ask. Heero doesn't seem to have seen or noticed me. I open my mouth again, but then I notice what he is doing. He's quitting applications, and turning it off. He turns his seat towards me, and looks right into my eyes.
"What is it Duo?" he asks me. My mind freezes. What was I... umm... think... words... language: English.... fountain.... no... wait... picnic.
"Did you want to go on a picnic with me?" I ask. I curse myself, I feel so stupid. We aren't supposed to leave the safehouse unless there is a mission. He looks at me, then pulls out some funky communicator...thing. He turns it on and fastens it to the side of his shorts.
"Hn." That's different.... and so, off we go, to have a picnic. Heero's carrying the basket, which is a nice touch. We sit down on the grass, using the basket as a table.
We talk about minor little things... the weather, trees, birds, the parabolic trajectory of missiles... little things like that. I haven't quite gotten up to the point where I want to ask him. I reach for the last bottle of Orangina. Heero reaches for it, and our hands touch.
I look at him, and he looks at me. I feel my heart leap as my eyes meet his. It's now or never...
"Heero, what do I mean to you?" I blurt out. He is silent. The longer I wait, the farther my heart sinks.
"This," he says simply, gesturing to what's around us. What does that mean? Wait...
Heero paid attention to me, when I asked him a question. Not here, back at the safehouse. He made sure to direct all of his attention to me, and didn't look away, or dismiss me.
He actually agreed to do something with me that had no visible benefit to doing it, but did it because I wanted to.
He directly and deliberately disobeyed orders, handed down from J, to cater to my whim.
He has talked with me, about something other than missions. Well, the missiles was a pure discussion, it doesn't count.
And finally, he hasn't let go of my hand. I smile. I feel my heart soar to the clear, blue sky. I know. I know.
"Me too," I say simply. And for the first time, he kisses me. Softly, gently, he kisses me.
And I know what I mean to him. And what he means to me.
End
- I have not yet begun to procrastinate!
Author: Wyn G. Aarden
Disclaimer: No.
Pairing: 1+2+1, implied 1x2x1
Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, implied male/male boinkage, implied violence, umm... other stuff...
Note: This is a little something I came up with during my first class. I want to be working on my other fics, but I'm at school.
* * * * *
We've been together for a while now, Heero and I. At first, it was just about sex. There's nothing like a thirty minute session of adrenalin pumping, heart pounding, testosterone producing battle to make you want some.
It was a mutual lust thing. He's hot, and so'm I. It was actually kinda fun. We tried different things, and that was enough. But lately... it's been... different. Strange even. Like... I dunno, I
look at him and my heart jumps.
And I wonder if he looks at me and feels the same way. And... why does it matter. I- my needs have changed. Yes, I still like the sex. But now, I want more. I want to be touched, caressed, hugged, kissed and even, loved. Yeah, loved. We've had sex more than I care to count. But just one, I'd like to make love with Heero.
Heero's sitting at his desk, right now typing. He hates it when I interrupt him, but I need to know. Now. I walk over to him, standing just outside of his sphere of personal space.
"Heero, can I ask you something?" I ask. Heero doesn't seem to have seen or noticed me. I open my mouth again, but then I notice what he is doing. He's quitting applications, and turning it off. He turns his seat towards me, and looks right into my eyes.
"What is it Duo?" he asks me. My mind freezes. What was I... umm... think... words... language: English.... fountain.... no... wait... picnic.
"Did you want to go on a picnic with me?" I ask. I curse myself, I feel so stupid. We aren't supposed to leave the safehouse unless there is a mission. He looks at me, then pulls out some funky communicator...thing. He turns it on and fastens it to the side of his shorts.
"Hn." That's different.... and so, off we go, to have a picnic. Heero's carrying the basket, which is a nice touch. We sit down on the grass, using the basket as a table.
We talk about minor little things... the weather, trees, birds, the parabolic trajectory of missiles... little things like that. I haven't quite gotten up to the point where I want to ask him. I reach for the last bottle of Orangina. Heero reaches for it, and our hands touch.
I look at him, and he looks at me. I feel my heart leap as my eyes meet his. It's now or never...
"Heero, what do I mean to you?" I blurt out. He is silent. The longer I wait, the farther my heart sinks.
"This," he says simply, gesturing to what's around us. What does that mean? Wait...
Heero paid attention to me, when I asked him a question. Not here, back at the safehouse. He made sure to direct all of his attention to me, and didn't look away, or dismiss me.
He actually agreed to do something with me that had no visible benefit to doing it, but did it because I wanted to.
He directly and deliberately disobeyed orders, handed down from J, to cater to my whim.
He has talked with me, about something other than missions. Well, the missiles was a pure discussion, it doesn't count.
And finally, he hasn't let go of my hand. I smile. I feel my heart soar to the clear, blue sky. I know. I know.
"Me too," I say simply. And for the first time, he kisses me. Softly, gently, he kisses me.
And I know what I mean to him. And what he means to me.
End
- I have not yet begun to procrastinate!