Title: Exercising an Option
Author: Gina Lin Genre: Romance, Action, Suspense Pairings: 13x6, 1x2, 3x4, 5xS Warnings: Violence, Yaoi, AU, Language Rating: R Archived: FF.net, S_E Updates, GWFF, SDQB
Chapter 29
"How would you and Matt like to go to Canada with me for a month while I work on a movie?" asked Wufei. He was sitting out on the deck in the early morning sunshine after breakfast.
"Canada?" asked Sally.
"Disappointed it's not Bermuda?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, Canada is fine," said Sally.
"A lot of movies are shot in Toronto," Wufei explained. "Looks like New York only cheaper and cleaner.
"Oh," said Sally. "What about my job?"
"Well, its going to be a while before they open the inn again, isn't it?"
"Yes," she replied, "About a month, I suppose."
"And, in six weeks, Duo could probably fill in for you, I imagine."
"Yes," she said, looking at him, "He could."
"And, I could probably get you work on the movie set, a good personal trainer is always in demand."
"There's a thought," said Sally, moving closer to him and sliding an arm around his waist.
"What about my house?"
"Close it up, rent it, whatever you want to do."
"I could do that," she conceded. "Now for the big question, what do I tell Matt about all of this?"
"Try giving him that talk about when two people love each other very much."
"He already knows that," said Sally, putting a finger to his lips.
"Well, then what's the big deal?"
"I'm not talking about the sex thing, I'm talking about the living together slash sleeping in the same room slash clearing out a drawer for your underwear and you getting half the closet thing."
"Ah."
"Yes, that 'ah'.
"Well, we could have a nice wedding with all of our friends there after I do this movie. Unless you want a Las Vegas quickie at an drive up chapel with a minister dressed like Elvis."
"Uh, no thank you."
"I hope that was refusing the Las Vegas option, not the proposal."
"It was."
"I figured."
"Pretty arrogant of you."
"It's a failing, I know."
"It's kind of cute, actually."
"You're a crazy woman."
"I just proved that by saying 'yes' didn't I?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I need another vacation," said Quatre, hanging his head off the side of the bed in Duo's guestroom. "Our first one was a real stinker."
"It was fine up until that whole kidnapping/being tied up part," agreed Trowa, who was sitting on the bed next to him, trying to wake up.
"Speaking of being tied up," purred Quatre, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"I am not into bondage before breakfast," said Trowa, yawning and scratching his chest. "You know I'm not a morning person."
"Ah, you're no fun," pouted Quatre.
"Not before coffee and large pieces of toast with butter and strawberry jam."
"That sounds good, actually."
"Then you can tie me up and have your way with me in a wanton fashion."
"Really?"
"I think I smell coffee. Please God, tell me I smell coffee."
"Is that all you can think about?"
"No, but it's a matter of priorities. Caffeine first, then carbohydrates, then tying up, then sex."
"I smell blueberry something," sighed Quatre, inhaling deeply.
"Heero must be up. Either that or I've gone into a stimulant deprived coma and am hallucinating," Trowa murmured.
"No, it's Heero."
"How can you tell?"
"No burning smells coming from the kitchen."
"I heard that!" said Duo, walking by their partly opened door.
"Oh, good, Heero is making breakfast then," said Trowa.
"You try cooking with one hand!" said Duo, as Quatre and Trowa made their way into the kitchen, both still in pajamas.
"You can't cook with two hands," said Heero, flipping a blueberry pancake expertly.
"I can make toast," said Duo defensively. "Even kids can make toast."
"And Pop Tarts, I bet he can make those," said Quatre helpfully.
"You're not helping," grumbled Duo. He went to the fridge and grabbed a Coke.
"Do you need a pain pill?" asked Quatre solicitously.
"No, but about four of those pancakes will do," said Duo, watching Heero flip another one and set it on a plate, his eyes never leaving the fragrant cake.
"Must. have. coffee," said Trowa, leaning his forehead against the table in a pathetic fashion.
"It's ready, I'll get it for you," said Quatre. Heero handed him 3 mugs from a nearby cupboard.
"Trowa's not a morning person," explained Quatre.
"We noticed," said Duo sarcastically. "Get your head out of the butter dish, Cyclops," he said to Trowa.
Trowa picked up his head. "I love you, significant other," he said gratefully to Quatre, who was handing him a cup of coffee. He took a long gulp.
"As long as you don't feel differently when the drug hits your bloodstream," said Quatre, sipping his own cup.
"My love is as constant and as true as the northern star," said Trowa, taking another sip.
"Wow, poetry," said Duo, impressed. "How come you never say things like that to me, Heero?"
"I'm a lawyer, it's against my religion," said Heero dryly. "Besides, you'd rather have blueberry pancakes." He sat a large stack of them in front of Duo and handed him a fork.
"True," said Duo, trying not to drool on his chin before he dug in with gusto.
"Coke and pancakes?" asked Quatre, wrinkling his nose.
"I don't criticize your pajamas, you don't criticize my breakfast," said Duo, looking at Quatre's Sponge Bob Squarepants yellow pajamas.
"These are very fashionable," said Quatre, slightly miffed.
"For who, teenaged girls?" asked Duo nastily.
"I like them," said Trowa mildly.
"I'm sure, yours have Daffy Duck on them."
"Quatre bought them for me."
"Why am I not surprised?"
"Definitely time for Duo's pain meds," said Heero, bringing a bottle over and putting it down in front of Duo.
"Those things knock me out," complained Duo.
"We know," the other three men said in unison.
"Okay, I'll be nice," grumbled Duo around a mouthful of pancakes.
"So, Heero, you're staying here for certain?" asked Quatre, as a pancake was set in front of him.
"I'm making arrangements to set up a small law practice here," he said, sitting down finally to enjoy his own breakfast.
"I'll make sure we come back and visit you often," said Quatre.
"What about Wufei?" asked Trowa.
"I can handle a lot of his business from here," said Heero. "But Wufei told me after he fulfills all his current movie contracts, he's thinking of opening a school to teach Martial Arts and leading a more settled life."
"I know, he offered me a position of assisting him with the school, if I'm interested," said Trowa.
"It's something he's always wanted to do," Quatre, said, as he took a small bit of pancake. "He's talked about it often enough."
"I for one would be glad for a less dangerous line of work," said Trowa.
"No more walking across ceiling beams?" asked Duo cheekily.
"Well, maybe for fun."
"Don't even joke about that," said Quatre, waving a forkful of pancakes at him.
"I wasn't joking. It is fun."
"Adrenaline junkie."
"I'll have to replace it with other equally exciting activities," said Trowa, reaching under the table and squeezing Quatre's thigh.
"Duo, you're not eating," said Heero, cocking his head inquiringly at his braided companion.
"I'm full," confessed Duo. "All this lying around is affecting my appetite."
"Sure?" asked Heero shortly. He reached over and slid his arm around Duo's waist.
"Not sleeping too well," said Duo, sighing.
"I noticed."
"I've never been shot before, I guess," said Duo, leaning on Heero's shoulder.
"If you got used to it, I'd be worried," said Heero.
"All the bad guys are gone, Duo," said Quatre.
"What about that psycho Reynaud?" said Duo. "Isn't he still running around Europe somewhere?"
"Running is a good description," said Heero. "From what little I was able to get out of the FBI, they've just about taken out his entire operation. He's disappeared for now, but he has little money, and almost no contacts left."
"I guess its naïve to think one can live in total security," sighed Quatre, toying with the handle of his coffee cup.
"It's not that kind of world," Trowa agreed. "But you can't let the bad guys win by virtue of fear."
"I'll try to remember that," Duo said somberly.
"Let's go for a ride," said Heero, standing up and pulling Duo up with him.
"It's a beautiful day, we'll take Rusty down to the river and let him chase ducks. You want to come too?" he asked Quatre and Trowa.
"Sure," said Trowa, smiling faintly. "We're still on vacation."
Epilogue to follow.
Author: Gina Lin Genre: Romance, Action, Suspense Pairings: 13x6, 1x2, 3x4, 5xS Warnings: Violence, Yaoi, AU, Language Rating: R Archived: FF.net, S_E Updates, GWFF, SDQB
Chapter 29
"How would you and Matt like to go to Canada with me for a month while I work on a movie?" asked Wufei. He was sitting out on the deck in the early morning sunshine after breakfast.
"Canada?" asked Sally.
"Disappointed it's not Bermuda?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, Canada is fine," said Sally.
"A lot of movies are shot in Toronto," Wufei explained. "Looks like New York only cheaper and cleaner.
"Oh," said Sally. "What about my job?"
"Well, its going to be a while before they open the inn again, isn't it?"
"Yes," she replied, "About a month, I suppose."
"And, in six weeks, Duo could probably fill in for you, I imagine."
"Yes," she said, looking at him, "He could."
"And, I could probably get you work on the movie set, a good personal trainer is always in demand."
"There's a thought," said Sally, moving closer to him and sliding an arm around his waist.
"What about my house?"
"Close it up, rent it, whatever you want to do."
"I could do that," she conceded. "Now for the big question, what do I tell Matt about all of this?"
"Try giving him that talk about when two people love each other very much."
"He already knows that," said Sally, putting a finger to his lips.
"Well, then what's the big deal?"
"I'm not talking about the sex thing, I'm talking about the living together slash sleeping in the same room slash clearing out a drawer for your underwear and you getting half the closet thing."
"Ah."
"Yes, that 'ah'.
"Well, we could have a nice wedding with all of our friends there after I do this movie. Unless you want a Las Vegas quickie at an drive up chapel with a minister dressed like Elvis."
"Uh, no thank you."
"I hope that was refusing the Las Vegas option, not the proposal."
"It was."
"I figured."
"Pretty arrogant of you."
"It's a failing, I know."
"It's kind of cute, actually."
"You're a crazy woman."
"I just proved that by saying 'yes' didn't I?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I need another vacation," said Quatre, hanging his head off the side of the bed in Duo's guestroom. "Our first one was a real stinker."
"It was fine up until that whole kidnapping/being tied up part," agreed Trowa, who was sitting on the bed next to him, trying to wake up.
"Speaking of being tied up," purred Quatre, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"I am not into bondage before breakfast," said Trowa, yawning and scratching his chest. "You know I'm not a morning person."
"Ah, you're no fun," pouted Quatre.
"Not before coffee and large pieces of toast with butter and strawberry jam."
"That sounds good, actually."
"Then you can tie me up and have your way with me in a wanton fashion."
"Really?"
"I think I smell coffee. Please God, tell me I smell coffee."
"Is that all you can think about?"
"No, but it's a matter of priorities. Caffeine first, then carbohydrates, then tying up, then sex."
"I smell blueberry something," sighed Quatre, inhaling deeply.
"Heero must be up. Either that or I've gone into a stimulant deprived coma and am hallucinating," Trowa murmured.
"No, it's Heero."
"How can you tell?"
"No burning smells coming from the kitchen."
"I heard that!" said Duo, walking by their partly opened door.
"Oh, good, Heero is making breakfast then," said Trowa.
"You try cooking with one hand!" said Duo, as Quatre and Trowa made their way into the kitchen, both still in pajamas.
"You can't cook with two hands," said Heero, flipping a blueberry pancake expertly.
"I can make toast," said Duo defensively. "Even kids can make toast."
"And Pop Tarts, I bet he can make those," said Quatre helpfully.
"You're not helping," grumbled Duo. He went to the fridge and grabbed a Coke.
"Do you need a pain pill?" asked Quatre solicitously.
"No, but about four of those pancakes will do," said Duo, watching Heero flip another one and set it on a plate, his eyes never leaving the fragrant cake.
"Must. have. coffee," said Trowa, leaning his forehead against the table in a pathetic fashion.
"It's ready, I'll get it for you," said Quatre. Heero handed him 3 mugs from a nearby cupboard.
"Trowa's not a morning person," explained Quatre.
"We noticed," said Duo sarcastically. "Get your head out of the butter dish, Cyclops," he said to Trowa.
Trowa picked up his head. "I love you, significant other," he said gratefully to Quatre, who was handing him a cup of coffee. He took a long gulp.
"As long as you don't feel differently when the drug hits your bloodstream," said Quatre, sipping his own cup.
"My love is as constant and as true as the northern star," said Trowa, taking another sip.
"Wow, poetry," said Duo, impressed. "How come you never say things like that to me, Heero?"
"I'm a lawyer, it's against my religion," said Heero dryly. "Besides, you'd rather have blueberry pancakes." He sat a large stack of them in front of Duo and handed him a fork.
"True," said Duo, trying not to drool on his chin before he dug in with gusto.
"Coke and pancakes?" asked Quatre, wrinkling his nose.
"I don't criticize your pajamas, you don't criticize my breakfast," said Duo, looking at Quatre's Sponge Bob Squarepants yellow pajamas.
"These are very fashionable," said Quatre, slightly miffed.
"For who, teenaged girls?" asked Duo nastily.
"I like them," said Trowa mildly.
"I'm sure, yours have Daffy Duck on them."
"Quatre bought them for me."
"Why am I not surprised?"
"Definitely time for Duo's pain meds," said Heero, bringing a bottle over and putting it down in front of Duo.
"Those things knock me out," complained Duo.
"We know," the other three men said in unison.
"Okay, I'll be nice," grumbled Duo around a mouthful of pancakes.
"So, Heero, you're staying here for certain?" asked Quatre, as a pancake was set in front of him.
"I'm making arrangements to set up a small law practice here," he said, sitting down finally to enjoy his own breakfast.
"I'll make sure we come back and visit you often," said Quatre.
"What about Wufei?" asked Trowa.
"I can handle a lot of his business from here," said Heero. "But Wufei told me after he fulfills all his current movie contracts, he's thinking of opening a school to teach Martial Arts and leading a more settled life."
"I know, he offered me a position of assisting him with the school, if I'm interested," said Trowa.
"It's something he's always wanted to do," Quatre, said, as he took a small bit of pancake. "He's talked about it often enough."
"I for one would be glad for a less dangerous line of work," said Trowa.
"No more walking across ceiling beams?" asked Duo cheekily.
"Well, maybe for fun."
"Don't even joke about that," said Quatre, waving a forkful of pancakes at him.
"I wasn't joking. It is fun."
"Adrenaline junkie."
"I'll have to replace it with other equally exciting activities," said Trowa, reaching under the table and squeezing Quatre's thigh.
"Duo, you're not eating," said Heero, cocking his head inquiringly at his braided companion.
"I'm full," confessed Duo. "All this lying around is affecting my appetite."
"Sure?" asked Heero shortly. He reached over and slid his arm around Duo's waist.
"Not sleeping too well," said Duo, sighing.
"I noticed."
"I've never been shot before, I guess," said Duo, leaning on Heero's shoulder.
"If you got used to it, I'd be worried," said Heero.
"All the bad guys are gone, Duo," said Quatre.
"What about that psycho Reynaud?" said Duo. "Isn't he still running around Europe somewhere?"
"Running is a good description," said Heero. "From what little I was able to get out of the FBI, they've just about taken out his entire operation. He's disappeared for now, but he has little money, and almost no contacts left."
"I guess its naïve to think one can live in total security," sighed Quatre, toying with the handle of his coffee cup.
"It's not that kind of world," Trowa agreed. "But you can't let the bad guys win by virtue of fear."
"I'll try to remember that," Duo said somberly.
"Let's go for a ride," said Heero, standing up and pulling Duo up with him.
"It's a beautiful day, we'll take Rusty down to the river and let him chase ducks. You want to come too?" he asked Quatre and Trowa.
"Sure," said Trowa, smiling faintly. "We're still on vacation."
Epilogue to follow.