Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Waa....! I want to though. I'll pay all of my $600.40 to own it!
Author's Note: Okay, I'm getting reviews! Yea! I'm so happy. Anyway, I hope ya'll like this chapter as well!
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Trowa walked into the kitchen the next morning and paused. Heero was sitting on the counter again, in the same position he was in the night before. I could leave. I could just turn around now and leave and he'll never know.... Trowa thought. He was about to follow that thought when Heero's eyes opened.
Trowa's breath caught as he stared into Heero's cobalt eyes. Those eyes were usually harder than stone, harder than a diamond, but now, Trowa could see something flickering in those same diamond-hard eyes. Heero raised an eyebrow and Trowa quickly made his way over to a basket of fruit and stole an apple.
"Good morning," Heero said as he slipped off the counter. Trowa sighed, well at least Heero wasn't bringing up last night.
"Morning," Trowa responded. He sat down at the table as Heero sat down across from him.
Heero sighed and ran a hand through his hair, making it messier than usual. "So...last night," Trowa froze as Heero yawned, "you said that you wanted to talk? Well, I think we can talk now..."
"Uh...yeah..." Trowa stumbled. He quickly took a bite of the apple in his hand and forced himself to swallow and not choke. Heero was staring at him again with those eyes and it was actually fairly unnerving facing them. "Well....what have you been up to, Heero?" he asked. His lips felt numb, his tongue like lead, so how had he gotten those few words from his lips and still make them sound normal?
"I work with Preventers now along with Wufei, but you know that don't you? Nothing new," Heero stated. Trowa nodded. "You?"
"Circus."
"Ah...with Cathy?" Heero asked. Trowa looked at him. "That's her name right? The woman with that horrible soup?"
He couldn't help it. He couldn't keep the smile off his face, the laugh from his lips or the sound coming out of his mouth. He laughed for a few moments before saying, "Yeah, that's her." He looked up and saw that Heero was smiling slightly at him, his eyes glistening with something unknown. "Yes?" he asked.
Heero looked away and then stood up. He walked over to the door and leaned against it before turning and looking through his bangs at Trowa. "What was...what happened last night Trowa?" he asked.
Heero's voice was so soft, Trowa almost didn't hear it. "What?" he asked, hoping, praying that Heero had forgotten, or that he'd misunderstood.
Heero sighed and shoved himself away from the doorframe and walked over to the table. He sat down again, this time next to Trowa and looked at him. His eyes were fiery again and Trowa swallowed. "Last night. What happened last night Trowa?" Heero repeated.
Trowa swallowed and glanced around the small room before returning his gaze to Heero. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen," Trowa whispered. He dropped his gaze to the plain wooden table and followed the wood grains wit his eyes. He stiffened slightly when he felt a soft warmth cover his hand. He looked up and saw Heero watching him intently, his hand covering Trowa's. "Heero...?" he asked softly, returning his emerald gaze into Heero's cobalt one.
"Yes Trowa?" he asked.
"What are..." He never got to finish his question due to the fact that Heero had leaned forward and brushed his lips against Trowa's. Trowa stared at him for a moment before moving forward and claiming Heero's retreating mouth into another kiss. This one was sweet, almost innocent.
As they pulled away Heero kept his eyes locked onto Trowa's. "Are you sure that you didn't mean for that to happen?" he asked.
smiled faintly. "Yes. But, I'm glad it did." Heero's mouth quirked into a faint smile, his eyes still held that hidden look, yet Trowa could see something blazing in them. Something that he wanted to be able to identify. Heero leaned forward, capturing Trowa's mouth in a deeper, more passionate kiss and Trowa couldn't help but moan against the other pilot's mouth.
As the kiss ended Trowa smiled. "Heero, how did I end up against the wall?" Trowa asked.
"Who knows. Would you rather it be the table?"
Author's Note: Okay, what do you think? Should I change it, add more, keep it the way it is? I
have an idea for another fic with these two but it could actually be another few chapters on this
one. All I have to do is change it a little. So what do you think. Let me know.
Author's Note: Okay, I'm getting reviews! Yea! I'm so happy. Anyway, I hope ya'll like this chapter as well!
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Trowa walked into the kitchen the next morning and paused. Heero was sitting on the counter again, in the same position he was in the night before. I could leave. I could just turn around now and leave and he'll never know.... Trowa thought. He was about to follow that thought when Heero's eyes opened.
Trowa's breath caught as he stared into Heero's cobalt eyes. Those eyes were usually harder than stone, harder than a diamond, but now, Trowa could see something flickering in those same diamond-hard eyes. Heero raised an eyebrow and Trowa quickly made his way over to a basket of fruit and stole an apple.
"Good morning," Heero said as he slipped off the counter. Trowa sighed, well at least Heero wasn't bringing up last night.
"Morning," Trowa responded. He sat down at the table as Heero sat down across from him.
Heero sighed and ran a hand through his hair, making it messier than usual. "So...last night," Trowa froze as Heero yawned, "you said that you wanted to talk? Well, I think we can talk now..."
"Uh...yeah..." Trowa stumbled. He quickly took a bite of the apple in his hand and forced himself to swallow and not choke. Heero was staring at him again with those eyes and it was actually fairly unnerving facing them. "Well....what have you been up to, Heero?" he asked. His lips felt numb, his tongue like lead, so how had he gotten those few words from his lips and still make them sound normal?
"I work with Preventers now along with Wufei, but you know that don't you? Nothing new," Heero stated. Trowa nodded. "You?"
"Circus."
"Ah...with Cathy?" Heero asked. Trowa looked at him. "That's her name right? The woman with that horrible soup?"
He couldn't help it. He couldn't keep the smile off his face, the laugh from his lips or the sound coming out of his mouth. He laughed for a few moments before saying, "Yeah, that's her." He looked up and saw that Heero was smiling slightly at him, his eyes glistening with something unknown. "Yes?" he asked.
Heero looked away and then stood up. He walked over to the door and leaned against it before turning and looking through his bangs at Trowa. "What was...what happened last night Trowa?" he asked.
Heero's voice was so soft, Trowa almost didn't hear it. "What?" he asked, hoping, praying that Heero had forgotten, or that he'd misunderstood.
Heero sighed and shoved himself away from the doorframe and walked over to the table. He sat down again, this time next to Trowa and looked at him. His eyes were fiery again and Trowa swallowed. "Last night. What happened last night Trowa?" Heero repeated.
Trowa swallowed and glanced around the small room before returning his gaze to Heero. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen," Trowa whispered. He dropped his gaze to the plain wooden table and followed the wood grains wit his eyes. He stiffened slightly when he felt a soft warmth cover his hand. He looked up and saw Heero watching him intently, his hand covering Trowa's. "Heero...?" he asked softly, returning his emerald gaze into Heero's cobalt one.
"Yes Trowa?" he asked.
"What are..." He never got to finish his question due to the fact that Heero had leaned forward and brushed his lips against Trowa's. Trowa stared at him for a moment before moving forward and claiming Heero's retreating mouth into another kiss. This one was sweet, almost innocent.
As they pulled away Heero kept his eyes locked onto Trowa's. "Are you sure that you didn't mean for that to happen?" he asked.
smiled faintly. "Yes. But, I'm glad it did." Heero's mouth quirked into a faint smile, his eyes still held that hidden look, yet Trowa could see something blazing in them. Something that he wanted to be able to identify. Heero leaned forward, capturing Trowa's mouth in a deeper, more passionate kiss and Trowa couldn't help but moan against the other pilot's mouth.
As the kiss ended Trowa smiled. "Heero, how did I end up against the wall?" Trowa asked.
"Who knows. Would you rather it be the table?"
Author's Note: Okay, what do you think? Should I change it, add more, keep it the way it is? I
have an idea for another fic with these two but it could actually be another few chapters on this
one. All I have to do is change it a little. So what do you think. Let me know.
